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ab4eva · 9 months

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‘Ain’t That Loving You Baby’

Summary: Reader is out of sorts all day - grumpy, petulant, rude and just plain bitchy. Elvis takes it upon himself to set her straight.

Warnings: NFSW 18+, spanking, non-con spanking, established relationship, time period related ideas about marriage/relationships, copious use of pet names, use of the term “daddy”, fingering, aftercare, fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Authors note: Y’all, sometimes inspiration for a fic strikes in the most unexpected of ways, as with this one. I know this isn’t everyone’s cuppa, so if I’ve tagged you and you aren’t into it, apologies and please just keep right on scrolling. Now please enjoy one of my top Elvis fantasies that I will write in as many different ways as humanly possible until the day I die.

Word count: 3.6k

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it - why you were so out of sorts today. One minute you were close to tears, feeling sensitive and tender if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way or seemed the least bit careless with you. The next minute you were blowing up at some poor member of the Memphis Mafia, Vernon or even Elvis himself. You were grumpy, combative, and just generally in a very bad mood. It was as if a black cloud were hanging over your head, following your every step, raining on your own personal parade just to piss you off. The worst part was you knew you were being a brat but you were powerless to stop it. You felt itchy and irritated, on edge from the moment you stepped out the front doors of Graceland that morning to run your errands.

It didn’t help that when you returned, Elvis and the boys were lounging in the living room, making a right mess of things - beer bottles littering every surface, ash trays full to the brim with cigar ash, dirty plates covering the floor - it looked like a literal bomb had gone off. You’d just cleaned the entire house yesterday from top to bottom. Elvis had begged you to hire a housekeeper after you’d gotten married, but you were old fashioned, you saw it as the wife’s job to keep a clean house. And so you did…until all of these beastly men came and messed it up again. You surveyed the mess, a look of displeasure coloring your pretty face, your hands clenched into tight fists. Your heart pounded as you dug your fingernails into the soft flesh of your palm and tried very hard not to scream.

“Oh hey Y/N,” Red said lazily, the first of them to notice you standing in the doorway. “These cookies are damn delicious.” Your eyes zeroed in on his hand and you saw he held one of your freshly baked chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, the ones you’d painstakingly made dozens of last night. They were meant for the cookie exchange your book club was having tomorrow. Your eyes slowly surveyed the rest of the men in the living room, all of them perched here and there on the furniture or the floor… and all of them with cookies in their hands. The big platter heaped with cookies you had carefully placed on top of the fridge now sat almost empty in the middle of the coffee table. Your eyes found Elvis’s as you inhaled sharply and gave him a look that could kill. He had the good grace to look abashed as he quickly dropped the cookie he was holding, standing up slowly from where he sat on the couch as he moved towards you, holding both hands in front of him in a gesture meant to placate you but it only enraged you further.

“Now baby, we didn’t mean to eat all these here cookies, but you know they’re my favorite and I-I-I couldn’t resist. And I had to share with the guys, otherwise what kind of host would I be?” His blue eyes were sparkling with something close to amusement and his voice dripped honey, soft and low, soothing. He knew the look you were giving him, knew he had to tread carefully.

“Elvis…baby,” you said in a dangerous and mocking whisper, “those cookies were for my book club.” You spat the words out through gritted teeth, barely containing your rage. The thing is, you were usually so easygoing, so even-keeled, the very definition of hospitable to guests in your home. Normally, this wouldn’t even phase you. But today? It made you so angry you could barely speak. Poor Jerry had the unfortunate thought at that moment to try and smooth the situation over by offering to clean up the mess they’d made only to have you snap at him (“Don’t bother! None of you had the bright idea to even think before turning my living room into a pigsty!”) as you stomped out of the room.

Things didn’t end there as your rampage continued for the rest of the day, cutting down anyone and anything daring to cross your path. Vernon made the mistake of asking you about a shopping bill for some new dresses you purchased last week, innocently wanting to know the total so he could add it to the monthly expense account. You almost wrung his neck - the sheer audacity of the man! The Colonel came sweeping in cheerily in the late afternoon, trying to pull one of his old carney tricks on you, thinking it would lighten your mood. It had the opposite effect and you told him off so completely that even Elvis had to chuckle at it with a bemused smile. But the final straw came that evening, as you and Elvis sat peacefully (for his part, at least) in the living room, quietly reading after a rather tense dinner. You made some snide, off the cuff remark aimed at the way your husband’s business was being run and in an instant, you knew you’d stepped over the line, pushed Elvis past the limit of what he’s willing to take.

As soon as the words fly out of your mouth you wish you could pull them back in, gather the broken pieces of them and keep them inside. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying to his face, realizing your mistake too late, realizing your bad mood has landed you here, in uncharted territory. Only once before had you taken things too far - two weeks after your wedding - Elvis had stormed out of the house in a barely suppressed rage only to return the next morning, acting as if nothing had even happened. You see his body still and his blue eyes widen in surprise before they darken, anger and annoyance flashing across his face before being replaced with a look of willful determination. You know that look, it’s the one he gets when he has an idea in his head, and like a dog with a bone, won’t let go until he gets what he wants. Your heart speeds up in your chest, pounding almost painfully, you feel a little lightheaded and your mouth goes dry. You swallow thickly, opening your mouth to apologize, to take back the words you’ve already said, anything at all to stop this train from hurtling off the cliff. “Elvis, I-,” the words start to tumble from your mouth in a rush before he cuts you off angrily.

“That’s enough!” he yells, his voice booming loud and firm, your ears ringing with the force of it. “Now listen here, girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but that’s. Enough.” His voice is now dangerously low as he punctuates each word with a stab of his finger in your direction, his gold rings glittering wildly in the soft light of the room. He stands abruptly and strides towards you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly and holding you there. You struggle against him, beating his solid chest with your closed fists like a child, not wanting to be held.

“Lemme go…let me go!” you practically scream in his face. Something inside you refuses to be comforted in this moment, you feel as if he’s suffocating you. You don’t want him to touch you, don’t want him near you. And yet, it’s all you want, to be here, in his arms. His deliciously musky scent fills your nostrils as he presses your head into his shirt in an attempt to calm you. His chest is heaving with restrained emotion and his wiry chest hairs tickle your nose through his unbuttoned collar. Confusion swirls in your brain, you’re too upset to sort through the emotions that have been tormenting you all day as you thrash against him. His lip curls up in an annoyed smirk as he grabs your flailing fists, pinning them to your side as his jaw clenches, his strong arms vise-like as he clutches you tightly to his chest.

“Now, you’re gonna tell me why ya got a bee in your britches, darlin. Why ya been a goddamn brat all goddamn day… or I’m gonna make ya tell me,” he commands, his voice rough and low. His eyes search yours and his nostrils flair slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to keep you in check as you still struggle against him. You can see the vein in his neck, the one that drives you wild, popping out - which means he’s excited or angry - or both.

“I’d like to see you try,” you spit at him scornfully, your bright eyes challenging him, your lip turning up into a slight sneer as you wriggle some more.

“Don’t test me, little one. I think someone needs an attitude adjustment and I’m just the one to give it to ya.” He squeezes you tighter in his arms as you squirm, still trying to break free, and suddenly you’re having a little trouble breathing. You stop moving for a moment and his grip loosens just a little as you gulp in a breath of air. “As your husband, it’s my job to set you right when you’re misbehaving. So I’m gonna ask ya again, darlin - why are ya so outta sorts today?”

You stare at him, at a loss for words. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s gotten into you. It’s just a bad day. You remember waking up and feeling fine, maybe a little tired. Elvis was already gone, his side of the bed cold and empty. He’d been distracted with contract negotiations when you found him in the kitchen, already eating breakfast. Without you. You had wanted to tell him a story about something that happened yesterday that made you think of him. But just as you were about to he was up and out for a meeting, without ever kissing you good morning. Or goodbye. All of these little things, you suddenly realize, subconsciously added up to you feeling neglected and uncared for by him. They had curled inside your belly without you knowing, sending sad thoughts to your brain all day long. You bite your lip as it all comes rushing in and you feel yourself close to tears.

You can’t tell him these things. They’re all too silly, too small, too insignificant in the grand scheme of it all. You just stare at him, your chest heaving, your eyes silently pleading with him to understand as a tear slips down your cheek unbidden. He softens for a moment, a dozen different thoughts flashing across his readable face. He gently wipes your tear with his thumb and presses a kiss to your cheek where it fell. Then he nods once, as if making up his mind about something. He releases you, grabbing your wrist again, practically dragging you over to the big, comfy chair at the edge of the living room. You go rather willingly, unsure of what his plan is. His other hand settles on the back of your neck, gently, as he starts to push you down over the back of the chair. You suddenly understand that something you have no control over is about to happen and you start to fight him again. But he keeps a firm grasp on your wrist as he keeps pushing your head down until you are bent almost in two over the back of the chair. If his iron grip on you didn’t entirely prevent you from moving, his strong, lean body standing behind you and pressing you into the chair does.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to tie you down.” His voice in your ear is breathy, somewhere between amused and annoyed. “Don’t think I won’t, honey. You’ve been ornery all day and you don’t get a say in what happens now, ya hear me? Just remember, this is for your own good. And I love you.” You stop moving, knowing he’ll do whatever he deems necessary to see this through. He releases his grip on you and steps to the side, his left arm settling heavily across your back to hold you down as he rucks your short dress up around your hips. You feel him run a hand across your round ass, cupping it and squeezing softly. You hear what can only be described as a delighted breath escaping his lips behind you, the soft huff of a chuckle, his ribcage expanding against your arm as he breathes deeply. The pressure as he grips your ass gets harder and harder before he suddenly stops and his cool fingers toy with the edge of your panties around your waist before he unceremoniously yanks them down to your ankles.

“Last chance, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, his tone stern as he pins you to the chair. You start to squirm again, panic rising in your chest. He’s about to spank you. He…he’s never done that before. Not even for fun. Your body starts to tremble and you shake your head, refusing to speak. You feel him raise his right hand and a ghost of a breeze whispers across your bare bottom. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, your heart banging painfully in your chest, preparing as best you know how. You haven’t been spanked since you were a little girl and there’s something wrong, and slightly exciting, about it.

He delivers the first slap to your bottom with a firm, open palm, the impact of it echoing throughout the living room, the only other noise that can be heard is the ticking of a clock, your gasp and Elvis’s heavy breathing. You inhale sharply at the sting of it, but it isn’t as terrible as you were expecting and it dissipates quickly. You let out the breath you’d been holding, if this is all it is you can handle it. All is quiet and still behind you, and you wonder if that’s it…until you feel him lean down to speak in your ear again.

“That was just a warm up, little girl, ain’t gonna go that easy on ya for the rest of ‘em,” he murmurs, and you hear the love in his stern voice as you try and process what he’s saying. The rest of them? That was going easy? You start to wiggle, trying to break free once again and realize the whimpering noise filling the room is coming from your mouth. Before you can get too worked up he swats you again, twice in quick succession, a little harder than before.

“Ow!” you yell, incensed by your situation, kicking your feet a little. “That hurt!” You spit out through gritted teeth, angry now. “Elvis Aaron Presley, you let me go this instant!” Your demands are met with an amused laugh, and you let out a frustrated growl, trying and failing to twist out of his grasp.

“I see I haven’t sorted you out yet, honey. Still got some of that brattiness left in ya that needs to be broken. Your choice, little girl.” Elvis lets a small laugh slip, his eyes on your body as he slowly and deliberately brings his hand down on your ass again. It’s strong and forceful, but not cruel. It leaves you breathless, speechless. Finally the stinging has permeated your skin and refuses to leave. It’s starting to be uncomfortable and you can tell that if he doesn’t quit soon you’re going to have a hard time sitting tomorrow.

“You’ve been petulant, rude, acting like a damn child all day. And that’s not the woman I know and love, the woman I married. No wife of mine is gonna act that like that and get away with it - not to my friends, not to my father, and especially not to me. Do you understand?” His hand gently cups you as he lectures, rubbing softly over what must be your quickly reddening ass. You hiss and grip the the pillow in front of you. “Answer me, girl. Do you understand?”

You’re not done pouting…if he thinks he can break you, sort you out, punish you - let him try. You stay willfully silent, refusing to speak. You hear him sigh as he removes his hand from you and you brace yourself for another round.

“Have it your way, darlin’…I’m gonna give you six more and if you’re still in a state, then we’re gonna have to have a serious talk, you and me," Elvis says, suddenly quiet and solemn and your heart drops in your chest. Maybe this isn’t some game he’s playing? You didn’t realize it was as important as he’s now letting on. You know you were a total bitch today and you do regret your words and actions… You cry out as he spanks you again without warning, his palm landing with more force than he’s given you so far. He continues and the spanking is relentless, but there's also something almost hypnotic about it. It feels like his hand is on your skin forever, but before you know it, it's almost over. And unexpectedly you realize the last couple of swats have sent lightening straight to your core, your nipples are tight buds rubbing deliciously against the coarse fabric of the chair through your thin dress and you’re surprised to feel slickness gathering on your thighs. You don’t know when your cries turned to breathy moans but he stops abruptly as he hears you, still two spankings left to give.

You’re breathing heavily, still clutching the decorative pillow adorning the chair as you clench around nothing, surprising yourself and Elvis as an obscene squelching noise echoes across the now quiet living room. You let out a breathless laugh, flushing a deep red, thankful he can’t see the embarrassment written across your face. You feel Elvis laughing silently as well, quiet little snorts as he tries and fails to keep from giggling.

“Well now, this is a development I wasn’t expecting,” he murmurs in your ear, leaning over you, his warm breath floating across your cheek. You turn your face towards his, your glassy eyes trying to focus on him as you blink slowly. “Now that it seems I’ve sorted you out, what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t also take care of my baby?” His right hand squeezes your bottom lightly as his left arm finally releases you and his hand slips underneath your hips, his long, cool fingers gently sliding up your soaking folds. Your breath hitches at his touch, letting out a whimper as he reaches your aching clit, circling it deftly with calloused fingers, once, twice, before dipping two of them into your wet heat.

“Goddamn, mama, so needy for me? Maybe I oughta spank ya more often,” he says breathlessly, his voice taut with desire. You know your husband well - it’s the way he sounds when his cock is hard and straining against his pants, aching to be set free. He’s probably already starting to leak, you think dimly, and the thought has you fluttering around him.

“Oh…” you manage to breathe out as he starts to pump his fingers into you agonizingly slow, his thumb finding your clit and applying light pressure. You rock your hips, already so close to the edge you can almost taste it. His right hand smacks your ass hard and you jolt forward, the feeling of his fingers inside you and his punishing hand on your backside has you starting to whine, unable to stop. He speeds up the movement of his hand, curling his digits just so into that sensitive and spongy part of you just as he delivers the final slap to your ass that has you clenching tightly around his fingers nestled inside you, coming harder than you have in a while, your high-pitched whine turning silent as you stop breathing for a moment. He groans above you and you feel him shaking slightly as he bends over your body - you know it’s taking everything in him to hold it together. After a few moments, he slowly releases you, helping you stand and your legs immediately buckle underneath you. Elvis grabs you under your arms to try and keep you from falling but you’re both so weak with spent energy and desire - yours fulfilled, his aching - that you both tumble to the ground in a heap.

"There. All sorted out, sweetheart?" Elvis smiles down at you as your head rests against his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist. His voice is rough but tender as he smoothes the hair back from your face. "How did daddy do?" he asks, a smirk pulling his lush lips up into a lopsided grin. You blink dazedly, trying to form a coherent thought.

“Daddy?” you finally say, rolling the unfamiliar word around on your tongue. “Hmm, I could get used to that, I think.” You smile softly as your hand reaches up to cup his face, your thumb brushing the scratchy stubble across his jaw as your eyes turn serious. “I am sorry, Elvis. For all of it,” you whisper, blinking back tears.

“Shh, little one, I know,” he says, kissing your forehead softly and pulling you closer into himself, cradling you on his chest as your hand nestles in his chest hair, right above his heart that beats only for you.

And at book club the next day, when you’re settled on a mountain of pillows, no one even bats an eye.

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suppose-i-was-worm · 10 months

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I Put A Spell On You

Fake Dating (Part 1)

**I know, it's not the one that I started writing and was really funny, I'm having a lot of trouble with that one. Enjoy this one instead!**

“I need your help.”

Damian frowned, stashing away the knife he’d hidden beneath his pillow. Danny was crouched on the sill of the window he’d come in through, looking at him with wide blue eyes.

“Tt. What do you need? It is well past midnight.”

“I need you to fake date me.”

“What?”

Danny flinched, and Damian realized how sharp his question had been.

“My apologies. Please explain to me what is going on so that I can best assist you.”

Coming fully into the room, Danny started to explain.

“So, you know my parents and holidays, right? They- they’ve started hounding me about bringing home a significant other since Jazz got married.”

Damian nodded- he was familiar with Danny’s parents’ personality, even having never met them.

“Anyways, for Thanksgiving, they’re threatening to invite Paulina over and make me sit next to her. Paulina, Dames! I wouldn’t survive. So I told them I had a boyfriend who lived here in Gotham, and now they’re insisting on coming here to visit. If they find out I lied, I’ll be dead! My grades are too good for an early death.”

“So you came to me.”

“You’re the only person I know well enough to pull this off, Damian.”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit picked up from his father.

“And you did not think to tell them about-“

Cutting him off, Danny grabbed Damian’s face and looked directly into his eyes, a serious look on his face.

“Damian, I assure you it would be a fate worse than death if they found out how we met.”

Damian pulled himself away from Danny, glad for the dim light of his bedroom hiding the blush heating up his cheeks. The other man had never been that close to his face, and Damian would probably say that Danny’s eyes were more dangerous for him than the entire League of Assassins.

“Please, Dames? It’s Paulina we’re talking about.”

Closing his eyes, Damian thought things through. Fake dating Danny would be- a blessing and a curse at the same time. A blessing, as it would require him to be close to the other man for extended periods. A curse, because he knew it would end as soon as Danny’s parents left Gotham. For Damian, who had been struck by Danny’s beauty from the first moment he’d seen the other, the brief benefits might just outweigh the pain of them ending. At least he’d have the memory of being close to Danny.

When he opened his eyes, Danny was holding his hands in a mock praying position, looking up at Damian through his lashes.

“Tt. Fine.”

Danny lit up, literally, and then darted forward, planting a kiss on Damian’s cheek.

“You’re the best! They’re coming in to town tomorrow- drop by mine when you can!”

The other man slid back out of the window and flew off before Damian recovered from the kiss enough to protest the short notice.

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The next day found Damian waiting outside Danny’s apartment, flowers in hand. He had done some investigation as to what he ought to bring with him to meet a significant other’s parents, so he was also armed with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.

The door opened soon enough after his knock, revealing an older woman he had never seen before. He could see where Danny got his frame, though, as well as his delicate features.

“You must be Damian! Come in! Danny’s elbow deep in the microwave with Jack. I’m Maddie- we’ve heard so much about you!”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

He stepped inside the apartment, handing Maddie the wine and chocolates after she closed the door.

“Oh, you’re a charmer, aren’t you? Danny!”

Danny poked his head out of the kitchen, and Damian almost swooned at the look Danny gave him.

“Hey Dames! Glad you could make it!”

He emerged, wiping what looked like grease off his hands, and took the flowers that Damian handed him.

“For you, Beloved.”

More importantly, he also took the short kiss Damian gave him over the bouquet.

When Damian pulled away, he was delighted to see that Danny was flushed.

“Uh- thank you! They’re beautiful.”

“Oh, you two are so cute! How long have you been dating?”

“Three years.”

“Not long.”

Danny and Damian spoke at the same time, and then Damian smiled smoothly, determined to fix his mistake.

“Perhaps I feel like our time together until now has been too short. Every time I see you, you are as beautiful as the day we met.”

He was rewarded with Danny flushing an even brighter red.

Maddie turned to her son, hands on her hips.

“You’ve been dating this polite young man for so long and hadn’t told us?”

Danny shuffled his feet, looking bashful.

“I didn’t want to scare him away. I really like him, mom.”

A large man came out of the kitchen, laughing a booming laugh.

“We can tell, Danno. It’s not like you haven’t been talking about him for the last few years.”

Damian looked over at Danny, doing his best not to let his expression show. Danny had been talking about him to his parents? For years?

Danny laughed nervously and then herded everyone into the dining room.

If he were being honest, Damian had pulled out all of his acting skills to charm the Drs. Fenton throughout the evening. He did not need acting skills for his interactions with Danny. He kept close to the other, wrapping an arm around his shoulder when he could and dropping light kisses into the shorter man’s hair when the opportunity presented itself.

It was heaven.

Danny walked him out to his car after dinner, and didn’t let go of Damian’s hand the entire way.

“Thank you for tonight, Dames.”

Damian smiled down at the love of his life.

“Of course, Beloved. Anything for my husband.”

With a scoff, Danny let go of Damian’s hand and stepped back.

“Sure, Damian. Drive safe.”

~~~

Danny Fenton knew when he was screwed. His parents had been in Gotham for a week, and Damian was still dropping by to see him on a semi regular basis. He’d even been touchy, and Danny knew that of all people, Damian Wayne wasn’t ever physically affectionate.

It partly gave him hope, and partly made him think this gambit was hopeless. He was aware of Damian’s extra-curriculars, after all, and knew the entire family were good actors.

And yet-

Damian’s parting kiss to him had been long and clinging the evening before his parents left, and he seemed reluctant to leave Danny standing in his own doorway. His hand lingered on Danny’s wrist, and his eyes were the last to tear away.

So, yeah. Danny was fifty percent sure that Damian might possibly reciprocate his feelings, but he didn’t have the courage to ask outright.

He hadn’t had the courage to ask much of Damian since they met, even though he’d been half in love with the other man the moment they laid eyes on each other.

It had been a routine summoning- He’d tasted the blood in his mouth, and while it did not necessarily taste like the blood of an innocent (he always went to bat for the victim in those cases), it piqued his curiosity enough to check things out.

He rose from the summoning circle, crown of fire wreathing his head as he showed off his less human appearance.

The cultists fell away from him, scrambling to bow and prostrate themselves in front of him.

“Oh great Ghost King! Please accept this sacrifice in order to take your rightful place as the lord of all worlds!”

Danny looked down to see a handsome young man in a well fitted suit glaring up at him, blood drying from a wound on his head.

When their eyes met, something changed. The summoning circle flared from Danny’s own ice blue to a sharp neon green, and something lit up under the chair the ‘sacrifice’ was tied to.

With noises of surprise, the cultists started to rise to investigate, but Danny snapped his fingers and caught them all in ice.

Landing, Danny inspected both the runes in the summoning circle and the one beneath the sacrifice, and then floated out of the circle to find the book the cultists had been using to summon him.

When he found it, he had the urge to finish these idiots off himself. They had somehow botched the ritual so much that they had turned it into something of a wedding, and now he was ghost married to a human civilian.

Turning back to said human civilian, he found the other on his feet on the opposite side of the room, holding an improvised weapon.

“Oh cool, you got free. Good news, you’re not going to die.”

The civilian stiffened even more, arching an eyebrow.

“Tt. What is the bad news?”

Danny shrugged.

“Oh, not much. We’re just kinda… Married now? I’ll find a way to dissolve it, or something, and you’re not obligated to have anything to do with me, but… Yeah. Supernaturally married. Is a thing. That we are.”

Civilian’s shoulders slumped, and he stalked out of the warehouse (why was it always warehouses?). Danny followed behind.

“Oh, hey, we’re in Gotham!”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Close to my apartment.”

The man turned to him incredulously.

“The ghost king has an apartment in Gotham?”

Danny let his transformation wash over him.

“Well, Danny Fenton does, and I’m him most of the time.”

“Damian Wayne. A pleasure.”

Damian held out his hand, and Danny shook it carefully.

“Totally! I’m gonna- go. I guess. And look into the ghost married thing.”

“No rush. It might be advantageous to be married to an interdimensional king.”

With a laugh, Danny lifted into the air.

“Sure. I’m cool with being friends, if you want. Maybe we can work together.”

“I can do friends.”

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dontyouworrydaddy · 6 months

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I'm snickering at the idea of 141 meeting a real sweetheart right? But sweet heart is so chaotic and actually dangerous. "We need a distraction..." and next thing you know a miniature bomb goes off and sweetheart just has this little evil grin

𝒜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Task Force 141 + gn! Reader

Literally love this Idea. I can imagine the confused face they’re gonna have on their face after seeing you doing THAT. I hope you love this 💘

CALLSIGN FOR RADER: Witch

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You are the newest member of the Task Force 141, had always been known as the "Witch" of the team. Your gentle demeanor and kind-hearted nature often contrasted sharply with the misunderstood people and nature.

One day, as your team gathered for a critical mission briefing, Captain Price addressed the group. "We've got a delicate operation ahead, lads and lass. We need to infiltrate an enemy compound, and the key is to create a diversion that'll allow us to slip in undetected."

The room fell silent as everyone considered their options. That's when you, with your ever-present sweet smile, chimed in, "Well, Captain, we need a distraction, right?"

Price looked at you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "That's right, witch. A distraction."

You had a mischievous twinkle in your eye, and suddenly, an idea sparked. "I've got just the thing. How about a little surprise for our foes?" With a wink, you reached into your bag and pulled out a miniature, bomb, meant for "jokes". You always had a thing for things blowing up. In high school you blew up a trash bin and now you’re helping them to build one for a little distraction.

The rest of the team exchanged glances. They knew that behind your sweet exterior was a streak of devious creativity. "Alright, Witch, show us what you've got," Ghost said, curiosity piqued.

With everyone's attention on you, you tossed the tiny bomb onto the table. They didn’t believe you until they actually saw that in Action.

That was until today. You’re all in the West, fighting the enemy as you remember your bomb being in your side pocket. It was the only way to distract the enemy and win enough time for you to get into the car, where the team is already waiting for you.

Without thinking twice, you throw your bomb far away from you and it creates a loud boom and a lot of smoke. Without waisting time, you ran to the car and immediately closed the door. "Go, go, go!" you yell at gaz as you relax into your seat. You could feel your heart basically beating out of your chest.

The team burst into laughter, unable to contain their unexpected diversion. Even Price couldn't help but chuckle. "Well done, soldier. You never fail to surprise us."

As you wipe away the sweat on your forehead, you couldn't help but smile at your teammates. "You see, a little chaos can go a long way."

With your distraction in place, the team moved forward with the mission.

Later, as you all successfully completed the mission, the team couldn't help but appreciate the unique blend of chaos and sweetness that you brought to their lives. They had learned that you might be a sweetheart, but you were also a formidable and resourceful operator who could turn any situation to your advantage.

As you all gathered back at base, Ghost chuckled and said, "Witch, you may be a real sweetheart, but you're also dangerously unpredictable. That's what makes you one of a kind."

You flashed your ever-present sweet smile and replied, "Well, what can I say? It keeps things interesting."

And indeed, it did. The boys knew that with you on their side, their missions would always have an unexpected and entertaining twist, thanks to the chaotic, yet lovable, Witch of the team.

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What I really want is for Billy to have stumbled across Steve and the kids while he was on his way to the Wheelers’, looking for Max. No Karen plot whatsoever and Steve would be forced to explain what’s going on, opening the door for Billy to join the group.

PICTURE IT. Hawkins, 1984. Billy Hargrove is hurt and seething, stalking the streets for any sign of his brat kid sister because of course she runs off on him, slips out right under his nose, and of course he’s the one who gets punished for it.

He hears movement in the trees, lowers his music and hears voices arguing. He slows to a crawl and sees a flash of red hair and is out of his car in a heartbeat, screaming her name, “Maxine, what the fuck are you doing out here?”

She’s caught off guard, and as he gets closer he realizes who she’s with. Dustin Henderson. Lucas Sinclair. Steve fucking Harrington.

And what is Billy supposed to think? A high school senior traipsing around with a bunch of middle schoolers is gonna look sus. Just what in the hell is Steve doing out in the woods with three kids? Worse, Steve puts himself between Max and Billy, stuttering some bullshit excuse. So Billy does what Billy does. He launches himself at Steve.

It’s Max to the rescue, obviously. Because all three kids are yelling but it’s Max who grabs for Billy, who tries to pull him away, who is screaming about monsters and danger, “Billy, please, get off him, we have to get out of here, we need to go, it’s not safe!”

Billy’s still angry; he asks Max what the fuck she’s talking about and, in bits and pieces, everyone fills him in. “I’m supposed to buy this?” he asks, absolutely fuming, and they all swear on their lives, on their mothers’ lives, and they seem so desperate and Max seems okay all things considered. She’s also refusing to leave, and Billy knows there’ll be hell to pay if he doesn’t get her home safe, and he’s sure as shit not letting her out of his sight now that he’s found her, so fine. He’ll go with it. He’ll tag along.

He goes with them to lab and before he knows it he’s in Chief Jim Hopper’s car barreling towards the Byers’ house. He’s listening to people make D&D references and talk very seriously about killing monsters. He’s decoding Morse code and making improvised weapons. He looks at Max, because, seriously, what the hell has she gotten herself caught up in? And then he sees the monsters!! And Nancy goddamn Wheeler is next to him with a fucking rifle. He is literally doing battle. And now there’s a girl who can open doors with her mind and she’s going to close whatever gate the monsters are crawling out of, and Billy and Steve are spelunking into a cave in a pumpkin field to kill even more monsters and WHAT THE FUCK.

Billy confused as hell the entire time but rolling with it, and when all is said and done he and Max fall heavily into the Camaro, breathless and exhausted, and they look at each other but they don’t say a word. They drive home in total silence. When Susan and Neil ask where they were, they make up some lame excuse. They were at the arcade, they lost track of time, they got burgers on the way home. They tell the story all disjointed, but it’s the first time they’ve ever agreed on anything, the first time they’re on each other’s sides, so their parents let it slide. They’re home safe, at least, and that’s what matters.

Their relationship is better after that. Not perfect, but still. And Billy is a bona fide member of the group. He’ll go into battle again, no questions asked. And maybe with people around him, with people caring about him, he won’t get flayed.

#anywho let me write the show #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield

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snailvibes · 1 year

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SPLATOON 3 DLC DIRECT SPOILERS AS WELL AS A FULL ANALYSIS OF MY THOUGHTS AND PREDICTION FOR THE STORY AHEAD/// READ WITH CAUTION AND SCROLL FAST IM NOT PUTTING THIS UNDER A CUT

OK SO AAAUGHRHFHHWHDH SPLATOON ORDER DLC ANALYSIS HERE WR GO MY THOUGHTS IM SO HYPED AND SHAKING AND HAVE A VERY BIG PREDICTION

First and foremost I wanna point out that the area the octoling was in looks a LOT like the square, all the buildings and the shape of the area. But unlike the square there’s a very weird building? The door kinda looks like the door in that one picture shown but I doubt it’s the same thing. The picture of pearl looks like it could be for an opening cutscene, which if so means the whole square being white might not be just for show/some weird dream sequence. I think this is actually what the square looks like right now.

The MOST important thing I want to point out is this weird stuff we’ve been seeing everywhere. The white coral the weird plants and ooze and vines and tentacles. It’s all kinda fungal like, and it seems that wherever we are square or not it’s SPREADING, like a LOT. And whatever it is seems very alive if so.

It’s all also coral looking but still very fungus like with the way it looks like it’s spreading, almost like some kinda of parasite. Going with the coral theme the brain shown is reminiscent of both an actual brain and brain coral. There’s no way a brain would’ve been shown among all this if it wasn’t an ACTUAL brain for this weird new parasite like thing literally taking over everywhere.

I’m very convinced the main story will center around clearing this, kinda like the fuzzy ooze. Both like a parasite they spread, pulse like they’re alive, and possibly both take control of things. Unlike the fuzzy ooze though this fungal stuff spreads FAST if it’s already taken over the square entirely, and we also don’t know who’s made it.

Speaking of paralleling the splat3 storymode, we also have this as a glimpse into the past, only unlike alterna, far FAR into the past. My friend @solsticesailor (you can follow them here, Instagram, and Twitter so pls do) who, who used to study dinosaurs a lot and was there for my live stream reaction, pointed out it seems like the bone structure of an aquatic dinosaur. If true that fits with splatoon, but makes me curious why it of all things was shown. Judd was shown in the first hero mode trailer because he was a mammal, which correlated with the story. Maybe dinosaurs tie in somehow?

Along with paralleling past storymodes this one seems very octo expansion like. A lot of the images do tbh. Wires, abandoned buildings with floating structures (Octarian tech), it’s all very Tartar ish.

I’ve seen some people already jump the gun and say something bad happened to marina but this could easily be maybe a cutscene where she’s just pointing out danger I heavily doubt anything actually bad happened to her tbh, though the glitch in the image has me concerned it’s shown in other pause screens too. Also along with that octoling we keep seeing, there’s someone else standing there.

It’s possible that “someone else” is one of the many other octolings we keep seeing, but that leads me to my next point

I think we’re gonna have two protagonists. This octolings photo was pretty much as clearly shown as Pearl’s and Marina’s in terms of quality, making them suspect to being important. The other octoling also shown in clear pictures looks a LOT like eight, so I think we might be having two protagonists. Agent 8, and someone new who’s also an octoling. Maybe who we saw at the start isn’t eight, as they share more resemblance with the one on the left. Black tentacles instead of eight’s signature red.

with the little info we have so far my storymode predictions are that something is SPREADING. Maybe made by Tartar back in octo expansion, but it’s something alive and dangerous spreading, and it’s up to agent 8 and pearlina to stop it. It kinda seems like we break into a facility of some sort? Could be where it’s being created? They showed clips of the rocket area in the first storymode trailer, it’s not far fetched we’d be seeing the end game point of the lab it was all created at too.

ALSO AUDHEHFHWHD @acid-hues POINTED THIS ONE OUT BUT FOUR??( MAYBE??? DONT WANNA GET MY HOPES UP BUT COULD BE AUEHHHWHXHWH

#ITS ALL AHAHQHSHQHDHQHHXHWHZHWHDHW #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #agent 4 #agent 3 #marie #callie #agent 8 #new agent 3 #splatoon 3 dlc #team order #order dlc #Tartar #theory #Nintendo direct spoilers

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All my posts about Henry aged like fine wine but I was digging through some just now and found this one and decided to share it again. This is an analysis on Henry's childhood / the flashback scenes from the lab and Nancy's vision that I was tagged in.

In regard to the post you tagged me in: I am actually am gonna probably be boring and predictable here and say I don’t think it means Henry’s hiding anything at least not about his mother and while you know I came out here with the whole "Virginia’s cheating" thing and believe that is canon and MIGHT be addressed somehow next season, yeah I don’t think those scenes relate to anything about Virginia – they’re all about HENRY himself. I think we were meant see that basically Henry started getting… Really weird during his time in the Creel house. Like concerningly weird, like there is way more going on here than we know weird. ( If that makes sense. ) I think the scenes in question are suppose to show us that for whatever reason Henry was collecting up spiders and scurrying his little ass up to the attic where he kept a weird little shine to them and this has significance. Loving spiders is one thing, but this entire set up and the things Henry says about them is suppose to clue us into other things going on that we cant be told or explicitly shown at this time.

For me its suppose to highlight his unusual behaviors and how he didn’t go into that house acting that weird. Not in the normal realms of just an autistic kid who really likes spiders but the ‘abnormal’-weird STARTED in that house.

Also side note, I think Henry’s weird and secretive about this not just for the fact this is just weird in general but he probably doesn’t want his parents to know that he’s chilling out with about 5 jars of black widow spiders and thats something hes doing - going around collecting these spiders and keeping them. Those are dangerous, I’d probably stop my kid from jarring them up and playing with them too and I don't think adult Henry could fully explain everything to Eleven in the scene with them. ( Maybe he didn’t even know how to explain it himself, which is kind of what I think. )

This also kinda goes back to the scene in Victors memory for me and why Victor's flashbacks are directly paralleled with Nancy's Vecna vision here. We get the intentional impression that Henry was pretty much instantly “affected” by the house. Victor notes Henry “knew something was wrong.” Thats how he described Henry’s behaviors shortly after they moved in which tells me that Henry either TOLD THEM something was wrong or he behaved differently shortly after getting to the house and this seems to line up because we are shown this.

We’re shown when the Creels first arrived at the house everyone seems pretty happy, this looks and feels totally normal, a family excited to arrive at their awesome new home. When they’re shown walking in the front door for the first time everyone is looking pretty pleased and in awe but suddenly Henry starts looking troubled. The scene with little Henry and the weird thing with the lights in Victor’s memory seems to take place not long after this ( maybe a day or two ? ) because in the background we can see Henry is sitting surrounded by a bunch of boxes. This is presumably the belongings of the family because they were still in the process of unpacking. Now this is probably all headcanon but I’m mentioning it anyway because it seems like Victor also got pretty suss of the house pretty quick because he took the time to explain HENRY perceived something was wrong and he noticed that.

We do also know from canon it was VICTOR that took it upon himself to get a literal priest to exercise the house. I feel like thats a big thing to do, keeping in mind that this is the 50s, people would be AFRAID of looking "insane" and moreover the Creel's ONLY lived in the house for ONE MONTH max. ( So it seems like Victor was the only one that wanted to heed whatever Henry told them or just took the time to actually acknowledge his sons discomfort and think that was important, while I feel like Virginia probably shut it down as nothing and interpreted it all as just Henry trying to ruin things for them particularly before the “visions” start and those don’t start until way closer to the murders. And even then, it seems like Virginia didn't want to blame anyone except Henry and Henry does explain she literally hated him. — Personally I think this all kinda mirrors season 2 in a way when Will was infected by the MF and he very quickly started acting odd but he had a mother who actually cared, took notice, and tried to help in a better way than deciding to throw her kid in the looney bin and blame him for everything bc fuck him. )

We also saw Victor noting the attic stair door open and feeling compelled to go up there but during this time there is no trace of Henry up there, its just a bunch of old stuff that I PERSONALLY don’t think even belonged to Victor and his family. I think a majority of the shit up there was left there from whoever lived there before because we know they didn’t live there long enough for everything to be looking that dusty and old, and there's just some weird things up there like a pram and a piano. ( Again, they only lived in the house for a month and canon does tell us this. )

So we can probably assume due to Henry’s lack of appearance up here at this time Victor’s inspection of the attic was fairly close to the time the Creels moved in, maybe after the first weird light scene with Henry. But, anyway, for some reason Victor got the weird idea to go up to that particular spot and look around. He was compelled to do this which is very odd. He also – for some reason – mentions that the “demon” he could “feel” had cursed not JUST their house but the entire town. Its odd that he chose to mention the entire town. Where did he get this info ? Why would this be said if it wasn’t meant to clue us into something more than we could currently be shown in these scenes or maybe in this season itself ? Its 100% foreshadowing something because we already know theres a special connection with Hawkins and the UD.

It wouldn’t be hard to imagine that Henry, a “sensitive boy” who was able to develop such incredible psychic powers, specifically from his time in that house, was also drawn to the attic and whatever was up there – whatever feeling, whatever essence – whatever it was that was a little beyond Victor's normal perception, wasn’t beyond Henry’s. What we’re shown is Henry starts spending a LOT OF time alone up in that weird, cold, dusty, dark attic. Which he preserves. He does nothing to make it more comfortable for himself. The only thing he adds to it is the weird spider shrine and we’re basically shown him building it. Thats what those scenes are actually about. There is a light in the attic, we know that from Victors flash back. But Henry wont even utilize that to spend time up there drawing. He uses the dim light of candles instead. Theres a reason for this and you probably know where I’m going with this already because its me but we already know of something that can manifest itself as “a feeling” and that likes the dark, likes the cold and likes “to hide”.

What Vecna shows Nancy was the “progression of how Henry’s behavior’s began to change.” From “normal” boy, to boy who notices something weird, to boy who is “consumed” by whatever this weirdness is. ( Presumably because his parents, or his mother in particular rather, didn’t listen to him or dismissed his feelings or behaviors as just him being weird when this particular weirdness only started in that house. ) Nancy’s “visions” of young Henry start with Henry curiously walking around the house, like he’s looking for something, like something is luring him even, and indeed, Nancy starts to notice the lights flickering again when Henry is walking around curiously ( Again, this is framed like Henry isn’t the one flickering the lights, he isn't tapped into his powers yet, but he might be 'looking’ for whatever is causing the lights to flicker. It calls back to season one where Holly is following the weird acting lights in the Byers house and is led to the Demogorgon. )

Then Nancy turns and sees into the bathroom and is shown a vision of little Henry finding the spiders in the vent. Over top of this we have Adult Henry saying he “Found a new sense of purpose” ( Like this is very weird- like what does he mean ? Worshipping spiders ? Why does he think its his purpose to be worshipping spiders suddenly ? Also note Henry’s clothes have changed again so this is a different day from the day Henry was 'looking’ for something and the lights were flickering around the house. Which means the lights did this weird flicking thing a lot. ) This then cuts again to little Henry running past behind Nancy which startles her. We’re being shown another day here again, another vision. Henry’s wearing a different outfit and he has a jar in his hand, he seems to be heading up to the attic. This is also where he starts relating spiders to GODS and also note we’re then shown adult Henry as he’s explaining this and I don't know how else to explain his expression other than with the “ I've seen some shit ” meme like:

64.media.tumblr.com You ok Henry ? Nope. Hes not. Hes not ok. A lot of this fandom's breakdown of Henry's monologue scene is BIZZARE and doesn't reflect whats actually going on at all. They talk about Henry being emotionless and calculated when the reality is he's shown as the complete opposite of emotionless and calculated. Hes shown as haunted and distressed. He's very emotional. He even seems to look like his eyes are clouding with tears when he talks about his parents and how they weren't the good people they pretended to be.

Henry's clearly recounting something terrible he experienced that he doesn't completely know HOW to explain and worse he's pretty much been systematically gaslighted into believing somehow this was all HIS fault. Straight into the following scene little Henry’s now shown with a fully built spider shrine, complete with candles. He’s drawing the spiders. This is a different day again. Then we go back to adult Henry and the weird king just keeps giving. He says “The human world” specifically and ok… Maybe we can think he’s talking about the human world vs the animal world but he isn’t just talking about spiders as animals. He’s actually not talking about spiders as animals at all. Hes talking about them literally as gods. Then he switches from being kind of haunted and freaked out to some sort of look of realization, and then he switches again to something thats kind of cold and dark and it frightens Eleven. This is when he starts talking about humans as pests, “disrupting” the harmony of the god-like apex predator’s and their feeding- But imo- its not actual spiders he’s talking about here, not the way we know them.

Henry is a smart guy, he likes spiders, and I bet he knows a lot about them, and he knows spiders are animals, not gods, and they’re not the only "predatory animal” on earth yet he only speaks about spiders specifically in this way because he’s began to view them as an avatar of something divine. There is a reason the spiders are shown whenever Victor talks about the "evil force" hiding in the house. The spiders are displayed as analogs to this. The scene swaps again, we’re at a different day in Henrys childhood now. ( We’re literally going through a slightly condensed version of the month in the house from Henrys pov. ) His clothes have changed again. He’s standing in front of the grandfather clock. Back to adult Henry he starts to express his own anger with the “human world” from his own expereinces with his ostracization from it. But he’s angry, he’s now ranting, his voice even becomes distorted, and naturally Eleven starts to get more scared. But he calms down as he starts to approach her. He continues to explain, even though its obvious he's becoming more and more emotionally distraught. His hand is raised, kind of gesturing to his head and its trembling, his voice starts to tremble too and this is while he's explaining that he couldn’t pretend to fit in with everyone.

Now we’re then back to the scene with little Henry focusing on the clock briefly, then we’re back to adult Henry who has started to clam down. He starts to become placid again. Note - at no point do I think Henry was trying to scare Eleven at all, in fact it seems that being in her presence is what clams him not because he’s manipulating her but because her being there, telling this to her - someone who he thinks is just like him - is comforting to him. Like he's finally able to express something in some way that he might not have been able to do before – or maybe he might have never been able to talk about this in the presence of someone he thinks would understand and believe him. My personal take is both.

He’s looking at Eleven with some sort of affection here and then we cut back to Little Henry who shows us he’s harnessed his telekinesis, he’s moving the hands on the clock with his mind. This is first time Henry is able to manifest his powers imo and I think thats the significance of this particular scene. ( Which probably confirms Henry was never the one making the lights blink when they first moved in and the lights were blinking in the EXACT way we have seen them do in the show when something from the UD is trying to make contact ) And adult Henry is now more optimistically explaining he didn’t have to be trapped in the cruel oppressive system he couldn’t fit within. He could change it because somehow he developed these powers. This makes him feel like he can be the master of his own destiny- this is when he says he wanted to be “A predator, but for good.”

And then we’re back to Nancy and the rabbit. Its another day again. Henry’s gradually learning how to use these powers. The rabbit is trapped in a snare, its doing the rabbit death squeal as it struggles against the snare; the kinda bad cgi rabbit is dying, going into shock ( and I know this because rabbits have been in my family since I was a baby. This rabbit was in shock and was gonna die whether Henry touched it or not so the fandom take on Henry and the rabbit annoys me so bad. ) Henry decides to use it to practise his powers which adult Henry is explaining to Eleven that “as he practised” he realized he could do more than he even imagined he could do. As the days continue, Henry quickly learns he can literally read people’s minds. So Henry explains that he explored his parents minds and this is where he grows contempt for them because he begins to become horribly aware of exactly how much of a lie their “happy family” – that he was always the black sheep within – was and how unfair and hypocritical toward him they have really been. Which adult Henry is very upset again about thinking back on it.

Nancy runs back inside to the living room and sees Victor and the baby burning to drive home Henry’s point about the “terrible things” his parents have done, with this being the representation of Victor’s ultimate “bad thing” in Henry’s perception. We’re also shown little Henry sitting in front of his spider shrine in the attic and using his powers to show his father this particular vision that Nancy is witnessing – again this is a different day to the day Henry killed the rabbit, and both Henry and Victor are wearing different clothes to the directly following scene which is another day again, where Henry explains that his mother hated him.

This moves directly to Nancy walking into the dining room of the house and being shown Virginia, sitting at the dinner table with Henry and Alice and over top of this Henry explains Virginia’s plan to get rid of him, to lock him away by giving him to Dr Brenner to be “fixed”. This is the terrible thing we’re “shown” that Virginia has done, this was the straw that broke the camels back for Henry, to Henry this is Virginia's worst action. ( Which is valid like imagine the betrayal of finding out that your mother hated you to start but add that to the fact she also and wants to condemn you to a psychiatric facility and the known horrors of them even in that time period. )

And this is when Henry explains he had no choice but to “break free” leading directly to the death of Alice and Virginia. Then we get the scene with Brenner having strapped little Henry to the chair and tattooing him, much to Henry’s pain and discomfort, and with Henry telling Eleven he was glad she was born and all the rest of that.

But all those scenes are connected and important to each other. Its a progression of time during Henry’s childhood and the build up of events in the Creel house surrounding Henry’s strange thoughts / behaviors and developing powers in particular during the month, which are important and imo, its meant to clue us into the fact something WEIRD did in fact actually happen at the Creel house and that there was something else going on with Henry, something even more than he is able to tell us – but it seems he’d like to tell us he just couldn’t because he either didn’t know to explain it any better than what he did when he was speaking to Eleven, or maybe he just didn’t know how to explain it better to ELEVEN in particular, given how young she was.

But even Vecna wants to tell us something. He wants to show us something, even, and he chose Nancy for this which was the entire point of Nancy’s encounter with him. “Now that you have seen where I have been, I would very much like to show you were I'm going”. This is all connected and theres a lot more we have left to see. ( The lab, maybe some more stuff about Alice, the upside down, etc ) We’re gonna find out exactly what was going on with Henry and how / why Vecna is what he is and I can almost promise its going to be a whole lot more than some supremely uncreative, basic shit like “hes just evil and always has been” because they completely misread and falsely represent all these scenes and this character in a way I have literally not experienced in any other fandom.

#henry creel #001 #vecna #stranger things #stranger things theory #the mindflayer #byler #The first shadow was really just a love letter to me personally and I'm tickled pink #Cant wait to watch it ugh

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moonlightdancer26 · 7 months

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On the Twins’s sense of humor being more “Funny” than James Potter’s, it isn’t actually. They have endangered lives as a joke on more than one occasion.

Like locking Percy up in Pyramid. Percy might’ve died or at least been seriously injured. (Remember Bill wasn’t in Egypt for a vacation, He was there because the Pyramids had curses). Later, in Book 5, The Twins nearly got Montague killed by locking him in the vanishing cabinet.

Not sure if this is true but I heard that in some book, Ron implied that Fred or George killed a pet he used to have.

Good job comprehending what I said, you definitely didn’t state something that I was already aware of. You’re right, anon. I said the twins’ sense of humour is funnier than James. Funnier. I don’t recall saying “all those moments of them endangering other people’s lives and being shitty is actually 100% hilarious and they deserve no criticism whatsoever!!” anywhere on my post.

Yeah, the twins obviously endangered people’s lives and went too far a lot of the times; I, of all people, know how cruel the twins can be. I’ve literally made countless posts defending Perce and bashing the twins for their actions. But the point of my post was that the Marauders comparison is inaccurate (for many reasons), one of the reasons was that at least the twins were still funny characters. They still made and pulled actually-humorous comments and pranks (“What are Fred and I, next door neighbours?” “Gred and Feorge” “Roonil Wazlib” etc). Even if someone didn’t like them, they could at least appreciate their wit. My point is that they were funnier than James and Sirius, because there was pretty much no room for enjoyment when we look at the things the Marauders did, the Marauders themselves seemed to be the only people who think they’re funny. None of their “jokes” on page were actually chuckle-worthy to me, unlike the twins. And remember that humour is subjective, Nonnie. For example, some people might find the nickname “Snivellus” funny while some people (including myself) don’t, so saying “actually you’re wrong! these people aren’t funny!!” isn’t exactly a strong argument. Despite being critical of the dangerous things they’ve pulled, I can still appreciate the twins’ sense of humour while you can’t, that’s okay. Some people find certain comedians funny while others can’t, that’s okay too.

Anyway, I’ve had a good but tiring day and I need a nap soon, I’m sorry if this might’ve sounded a bit harsh, anon.

#anti marauders #not sure what else to tag #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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forrestfanfics · 1 year

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So This is Love || Age of Ultron 1: “Prematurely Powerless”

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Most of Stark Industries' employees would take one look at me and think I was living the best life.

Having Tony Stark as a dad, residing at the top of Avengers Tower, living in the lap of luxury, and having a guaranteed plan to graduate College by the age of seventeen…

But none of them knew that the one main con of having all that is the dread that engulfed me whenever the Avengers were out on a mission.

There was only one thing worse than having to sit patiently while the Avengers were out risking their lives for our safety.

That was knowing my father was out there with them.

What's even worse was the anxiety I felt every time he said goodbye, hugging me like it would be the last time he ever did. It triggered the dread I felt of not knowing whether he was coming home to me.

It started when I was ten, sitting through my dad's disappearance before he returned with a battery for a heart with the excuse of being half robot sent me spiralling.

And after what happened three years ago with Loki, things have only got more dangerous for the team. Meaning that I've grown more protective of my father.

So when he told me they'd be looking for the location of Loki's old staff, I didn't hesitate to grab hold of his legs and cling to him until he agreed to stay behind and let the rest of the team raid the Hydra base to get themselves killed… Presumably.

But it was to no avail, as he easily dragged his foot along the helipad, shaking me off with a single thrust of his foot into the air each time.

This led me to where I was, pacing around the tower for hours, pulling on the roots of my hair and cursing at my inability to help.

Being literally powerless was the most inconvenient thing about being Iron Man's kid.

I couldn't wait any longer. How long had it been?

Did they say they'd be back soon?

What did they mean by soon?

A few hours?

The next day?

A month?

It was too much…

Luckily, before I could scratch the skin off my scalp, the sound of Jarvis' voice echoed from my computer to my earpiece.

"Miss Stark, they're landing soon."

"How soon?" I asked, not realising the obvious panic in my voice.

"Circling the tower as we speak."

I was out of that room without a second thought.

My bare feet leapt across the floors, hastily rushing through various hallways and staircases.

Greetings from the agents flew over my head as I focused on the open entryway ahead of me.

I could feel my heartbeat pick up just as the Quinjet hovered down on the landing. The tip of its wings curled in on itself as the wheels made contact with the helipad.

"Whoa there!" An arm flew out before me. My feet stopped abruptly, and I stumbled into the outstretched arm of Maria Hill. "Relax, Y/N."

I couldn't.

I watched as the ship's door opened so agonizingly slowly.

I was silently praying that he would step off the ship in one uninjured piece.

And when people rushed to the ship and pulled out Barton on a stretcher, my heart dropped.

I looked up at Maria, who gave me a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it's not who you think it is."

What was that supposed to mean?

She pursed her lips at the sight of my frantic face, sighing before lowering her arm.

I dashed away the moment she did. My eyes eagerly scanned the heads that popped out of the ship, searching like a hawk hunting its prey.

An erratic-looking Hawk with wide, constricted eyes and a severe lack of footwear.

Maria had already caught up, putting a hand on my back and leading me into the ship. A small smile had been sent my way from the passing God of Thunder.

A part of me was excited as I had never been allowed inside before.

But another part of me was afraid I'd get in trouble because I had never been allowed inside before.

But all worry was thrown out the window when the familiar fluff of brown hair peeked out from above the captain's chair.

"Dad!" I smiled so wide I could feel the sting in my cheeks. Maria patted me on the back, giving me the go, and I ran over to him.

The chair spun around, and my father had his arms open wide, catching me as I fell into his embrace.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders as he did around my back.

Just like that, I was at ease. Happy that he was alive and okay.

"Hey, Neoma. What did I tell ya?" He chuckled, using the nickname he gave me when I was a kid.

"You came back," I spoke quietly, savouring the embrace.

I felt his hand move up to my head, running it through the strands of my hair soothingly. "I always do, sweetheart. Like I'd leave the company in the hands of my fifteen-year-old daughter," he teased.

"I think I could do a better job running this place." The words rolled off my tongue smugly as I pulled away to cross my arms over my chest freely.

He tsk'd at me. "I'll remember that when I'm handing Stark Industries over to Pepper."

I tsk'd at him.

From across the ship, Maria cleared her throat. "Lab's all set up, boss."

"Oh actually, he's the boss," my father pointed a finger at Steve who peeked over his shoulder, crouched by some equipment. "I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler." He grunted, getting up from his seat.

"Right…" I rolled my eyes and spun on my heels to leave. "I'll be in my room now that I know you're okay- oof!" I gasped when my body was crushed against my father's torso, face first with his arm.

Steve ignored the witticism and pushed himself up off the ground. "What's the word on Strucker?"

"NATO's got him," answered Maria.

"The two enhanced?" Asked Steve.

"Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins," Maria showed him via the tablet in her hands.

I huffed against the rough material of my father's maroon shirt, hitting the sides of my fist against his back as I struggled to breathe.

He only held me tighter. "Hey- hey! Come on. What? Just cuz you know I'm safe, you can go scurrying of? I missed my daughter too, y'know?"

I tried to speak-… Curse at him. Although, all that came out was a collection of incoherent sounds and grunts.

He pushed me off of him, giving me enough space to gasp for air. His hands were still planted on my shoulders. "I beg your pardon?"

"Said I couldn't breathe," I scrunched my nose at him.

"That was way more than 'I couldn't breathe.'" He scoffed before letting me go with a pat on my head. "Stay right here, won't ya?"

He turned away only when I gave a firm nod. He went to fiddle with a bunch of the jet's instruments while I plopped into the captain's chair, watching Maria and Steve exit the craft.

"How's school?" My father suddenly asked, not taking his eyes off the panel for a second.

"Really?" I grumbled, sinking into the uncomfortably hard seat.

"I want to make sure my daughter is as smart as I am if I want her graduating from University at the age of seventeen," he shrugged.

"It's a bit too late for that, pops. I'm already fifteen and still in my supposed senior year of high school," I chuckled. "And I meant 'really' as in like... I'm being homeschooled by a sentient woman who can't teach me Calc for shit," I shrugged.

"Don't swear… And you know risky it is to send you to a normal school," He finally finished whatever he was fiddling with and motioned for me to follow him out.

I hopped out of the chair and tailed behind as we stepped off the ship. "And who's fault is that, Mr. I am Iron Man," I mocked, speaking his name in a low dopey voice accompanied by jazz hands and an eye roll.

"I never sent you to school before that." My feet stopped in their tracks as my dad did the same, turning around to look at me.

"Though, now you've got me thinking that I should've. I can't hand Stark Industries over to someone who doesn't even know what the word 'Sentient' means," he booped my nose with the tip of his index finger before spinning back around and trudging on.

The annoyance had been wiped from my face when my brain processed what he had just told me. "Wait... It doesn't mean extremely old?" I called out.

He simply waved the back of his hand at me. "That's 'Ancient' you're looking for, Nugget!"

I pressed a hand against my forehead and let out a cry. "And to think, that the fate of the world would eventually fall into my hands…"

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#peter parker #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #mcu #marvel reader insert #marvel #peter parker x stark!daughter #slowburn #sheltered reader

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dolphin1812 · 1 year

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I’m very interested in Mme. Magloire’s words to the bishop in this chapter:

“ “Yes, Monseigneur. That is how it is. There will be some sort of catastrophe in this town to-night. Every one says so. And withal, the police is so badly regulated” (a useful repetition). “The idea of living in a mountainous country, and not even having lights in the streets at night! One goes out. Black as ovens, indeed! And I say, Monseigneur, and Mademoiselle there says with me—””

The mention of the lights, on the one hand, comments on Digne’s status (as a small town, it either does not have the funds to light the streets at night, lacks the political organization for that, or both) and suggests a contrast between the dark outside world (unknown, mysterious, intimidating - like the outsider we saw in the last chapter) and the safe, familiar world inside the lighted home. Of course, we know that Jean Valjean is outside right now, stuck in that darkness. When he enters the bishop’s home at the end of this chapter/the beginning of the next one (we can presume he was the one who knocked and who will enter now that the bishop has given permission to do so), he’ll literally and metaphorically step into the light: the light of the home, where he has so far only been seen as an unwelcome intrusion and a threat, and the light of the bishop’s presence.

Another aspect of political organization in this town that Mme Magloire points out is the police, who she portrays as “badly regulated” (unfortunately, their poor regulation did not extend to letting Jean Valjean use the prison to sleep in the last chapter). We can suspect, then, that while the townspeople will listen to warnings from the police out of fear for their safety (it’s likely that the reason people are so suspicious of Valjean is that there was some sort of announcement about him), they don’t actually trust them. They’re seen as disorganized, corrupt, or both. As Mme Magloire herself says, it’s another reason to rely on locked doors at night: if you’re suspicious of your neighbors and hostile to outsiders, but can’t expect the police (the law) to protect you, then isn’t it easier and better to keep out all possible threats?

Of course, we know her attitude is wrong because the bishop has consistently been framed as correct on most matters (with the exception of politics). But the combination of faith in the word of the authorities (that Valjean is dangerous) and distrust of them as an organization (the police are “badly regulated”) is intriguing.

Spoilers below:

It’s also important to recognize that “badly regulated” is how Mme Magloire characterizes the police as a whole, demonstrating that townspeople really didn’t have confidence in them to function well. Javert, then, is not unusual for the conflicts we witness between him as a representative of the law and those who are not privileged in society (say, Fantine). He’s unusual in that he is well-regulated, albeit by himself. We see this when he turns himself in to Valjean [the mayor] for denouncing him as an ex-convict - he believes that his accusation was wrong and that he has harmed someone he was supposed to serve, so he demands to be punished. Javert isn’t exceptionally cruel, then. He’s exceptional in that he does his job well. He’s cruel because the system is.

#les mis letters #lm 1.2.2 #jean valjean #magloire #javert

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 2 years

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A Modern Mayor, A New Romance

After the discovery of a Mayor Damien that shouldn’t exist, it was decided that Wilford would bring a small team to go say hello.

Of course, you weren’t part of the original story. None of that matters to you. All you know is that you’re being dragged into City Hall to meet someone very important.

This is Part 2 of introducing the Modern Anomaly (AKA A Damien that shouldn’t exist). Click here for Part 1!

Word Count: 2,186

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With Wilford at a meeting, it was a quiet morning in the Jim Studio. Your job kept you behind the scenes, and you eagerly avoided the camera wherever possible. You were grateful you were neighbours with one of the Jims and his family, who helped you get a job in the first place, and in return you did your best to help as much as possible.

Bim had taken you on as his assistant, declaring that you needed an expert to guide you through the unpredictable world of showbiz. Your Neighbour Jim had warned you to "not dress deliciously" when he found out of your opportunity. The advice seemed cryptic, but you decided to follow it as best you could.

Unknown to you, taking a smart-casual approach to your outfit had saved your ass (literally) and Bim quickly warmed to you. On one hand, he was your boss, but he was also quickly becoming your friend and big supporter in your quest to find happiness. If there was a chance for you to get a good opportunity, he'd help you out.

Which was why when Wilford skidded in and announced that he was getting a team together to visit the Mayor, Bim immediately refused to go and volunteered you in his stead.

"Wait, what? Why?" Your boss' boss slumped, complete with his moustache drooping. Bim lifted the pages he was holding and quickly rustled them.

"I have a test run of 'Can We Can It?' at four. I want to be ready. Besides, I know that if anything important happens, I'll be told by my helpful right-hand companion." He went to efforts to use his right hand to gesture to you in a flourish. Your nervous wave caught Wilford's attention, who was quick to take your hand into a handshake that was higher than normal.

"This is that new intern person y've been tellin' me 'bout, yeah?" Wilford hummed when Bim confirmed as much. "So I guess they gotta be worth somethin' if they're still in one piece… Okie dokie! Yer comin' with me, sport!"

Bim returned his attention to his script. "Don't riddle them in bullet holes, please. I want to show them the importance of staging tomorrow."

–

The head of the studio was the infamous Wilford Warfstache. You had watched reruns of his safer interviews and concluded he was an unhinged, trigger-happy, dangerous man to be stuck with.

Instead, you discovered that this was merely an act. The Wilford you were hurrying after was genuinely upbeat and eccentric, like a man who enjoyed living in the moment. He grabbed Your Neighbour Jim when you mentioned in passing that you lived next door to a Jim - he knew precisely who you meant too! - along with a Jim who looked a little younger than you. Then, the merry crew were on their merry way!

Wilford took the time to quiz his companions on what they knew about the Mayor of the city. Young Jim helpfully piped up that his name was Damien. Your Neighbour Jim recalled his cousin being part of the election interview team. You tapped your chin with a finger and admitted that you didn't pay attention to local news, but you remembered hearing the rumours that he puts on an act, since no politician can be so honest and kind these days.

"All good answers! An' this'll be th' chance ta get ta know him better. Anyone know when th' Pride events happen?"

You swapped a look with the Jims, before you guessed two days from now.

"Correct! So we need ta get our skates on an' get goin'! From what I heard there was some sorta complication with th' news team that was gonna cover, an' Damien had 'em dismissed. Our studio is gonna step in so we gotta prove we're th' better choice. Right?"

"Yes, sir!"

Just before the group entered City Hall, Wilford dashed into a nearby florist and returned with a small, colourful bouquet. Yellow roses, orange daisies, white lilies, among other flowers brought summer into the world of the flora. It was given to you as he ushered everyone in like a mama duck guiding the ducklings to the pond.

"Now remember ta be polite. This is a friend of mine an' I don't want any of ya causin' a ruckus. An' make sure ta close th' door once we're in! None of ya were born in a barn!" Then, at last, you had reached the area with the Mayor's office and Wilford pushed the double doors open once he got permission from the secretary.

The office reminded you of several TV shows at once. It was spacious and bright with large windows at the back and a pale, neutral colour on the walls; yet had a distinct old-fashioned air to it thanks to the dark wood furnishings and equally dark seating. The desk was ornate, with only mild clutter that seemed to have a precise place on the surface. And there, sitting behind it, was the Mayor.

"Oh! Wilford! I wasn't expecting to see you!" The picture-perfect pose was gone in a flash as he raised to his feet and paced around the table to properly greet the group. Then, he stopped and chuckled. "I should have expected it. You told me you worked with this studio, after all."

"It's good ta see ya, Damien." Wilford took one of Damien's hands and shook it firmly with both his own. "I'm so glad Mark was able ta catch ya fer a good chance like this. We even brought a little 'thank you' gift!"

A pause. Nothing happened.

Wilford turned his head to you and called your name.

You blinked, suddenly painfully aware of the flowers in your hands. The heat burned your cheeks as you hurried over and nearly threw them at the Mayor with a rushed, mumbled apology.

A faint chill snapped you back to reality and dispersed the panic. Damien’s hands were on yours, nothing like the warmth the gossip articles had claimed they would hold. No… the warmth was in his smile that was reflected in his eyes, but there was still a comfort in that touch. Was this the first time you felt a sense of reassurance in the cold?

"Thank you. I was hoping to get some flowers for the office this evening. Now I will have something much nicer than what I would have chosen." You pulled your hands away so he could accept the bouquet and place it beside an empty glass vase. "Well then, why don't we discuss the plan for the Pride event?"

The meeting was brief, but it went well. Really well, actually, but you could barely recall what happened. You didn't know why, but your mind was unable to focus on the matter at hand. All it wanted to do was pay attention to the Mayor (he insisted you all call him 'Damien’, something that Young Jim was proud to remind you all that he knew that name). You noticed how his hair was combed back and held in place with a little gel. You saw how, even when sitting on the couch surrounded by the team, he was still holding his posture, albeit more relaxed. His mannerisms were casual, his voice was soft but lively. You wonder what topics could spur him to talk with such enthusiasm and passion.

And you realised he is exactly how he presents himself in the public eye, that it was no joke.

And you felt your heart grow curious to know him more.

Then, a knock on the door from the secretary reminding Damien of another meeting. He was so jovial and at ease that even he was disappointed to remember that he was still at work.

You and the merry crew were quickly shooed out of your seats by Wilford and shoved out the door before you could say a proper goodbye. Wilford remained in the office for a moment longer before he too stepped out, and Damien welcomed the baffled businessman inside.

But as you returned to the taxi, Wilford wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Yer a bit of a lucky charm, y'know that?" You shook your head and asked for clarification. He never gave it.

—

The next day, you were back working with Bim. Your Neighbour Jim was able to help Young Jim give a good rundown of what happened, but the gameshow host had noticed your lack of input. In fact, you seemed to withdraw slightly as the conversation went on.

"Hey. Got a sec?" Bim put a hand on your shoulder to stall you as the others went on ahead. "Did something happen yesterday? I can't say I'm allowed to do anything, but if the Mayor said anything to hurt you -"

You cut him off, insisting it was nothing of the sort. In fact, you reluctantly admitted, it was nothing to worry about, and it was better to focus on something else.

"You like him, don't you?"

Your head whipped up in alarm, the surprise on your face the only proof Bim needed. He simply shrugged. "What? It's an area of expertise. I know love and crushes all too well. So what's the plan to ask him out?"

You give him a deadpan look.

"You are going to ask him out, right?" When you gave no answer, he let out a huff and put a hand on his hips. "Then how do you expect to make any progress? You're only stacking the odds against yourself!"

You mimicked Bim's pose and countered that there wasn't any point. Damien was the MAYOR. That was a pretty big deal! He needed someone better, or someone in his social circle!

Bim was utterly unconvinced. "You sound ridiculous right now. He's just a guy, like anyone else here. He's probably got some dorky habits that no one knows about like the rest of us. He's not just a mayor. He's a normal person, who probably has a nice simple life when not managing a city. And besides," Bim flashed you a fanged grin, "you didn't see the way his face lit up just now."

The way his face what -

You whipped around.

There, chatting to Wilford as he walked out of an office, was Damien. He was dressed in a more casual outfit: a pale grey sweater with a white shirt underneath, paired with jeans and leather shoes; and had his hair brushed to the side to reveal a slight curl to it. You barely had a moment to process how handsome he looked before he approached.

"I do apologise for the rather unexpected entrance but… I was hoping to catch you here today. How are you?" Your brain briefly blanked, but you were able to give a coherent answer before asking what he wanted. Damien rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

"Truthfully, I have no idea. Between your boss and my sister, I've had some very persistent voices nagging me since yesterday. And, well… You look nice today. A-and I was wondering - when you are finished your shift, of course! - if you would, mayhaps, care to go get a coffee?"

You repeated part of the question as you scrambled to get your head around it. Movement caught your gaze and you looked over Damien's shoulder to see Wilford giving a childish double thumbs up at you.

"I'm sorry that I sprung this on you." Your lack of an answer was taken as an unofficial refusal. "I always considered myself to be someone who would take things slow, but when I saw you yesterday, something in my mind told me that I - that I would miss something important. Someone important."

Quietly, you told him that you were sure he wouldn't be interested in someone like you. Not when Damien would meet so many people as part of his job.

"It is true I meet a lot of people, yes, but it's rare I'd want to meet any of them outside a work setting, let alone get to know them on a personal level and… see where things go?"

At last, something clicked in your mind to help you realise that not only was this happening, but that Damien was deadly serious. He was also on the verge of backtracking, so you blurted that you would be delighted to join him. You weren't due to finish for another few hours, though.

"They worked overtime yesterday. I think a half day is well rewarded." Bim casually sauntered by and winked at you both before stepping into Wilford's office. Once more, your face began to heat up as you asked if it was okay to fetch your things in your locker before you left.

"Oh! Of course! I'll, uh, wait in the lobby. I…" Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek; only to make a swift departure.

For a moment, the world screeched to a halt. It was a cliché act one might consider teenagers to do, but something about it felt… Right. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Part 3!

#writersofmark #mayor damien x reader #damien x reader #who killed markiplier #wilford warfstache #bim trimmer #(Wilford and Bim are excellent wingmen)#modern mayor anomaly #self insert #selfshipping #(which reminds me! My self insert story are always gender neutral! They/them will be used when referring to you; just like in canon stuff)#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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dog i cannot explain to you what this is. at all. this night was a blur and somehow i ended up writing a little drabble for this idea we came up with in the ot3 server, and it's not done enough for me to put on ao3 but i want to go to bed and i still want to send it to them so here it is.

cw: mommy kink, next-door-neighbor and milf marinette, university students luka / adrien living off campus, ot3

“You two know I don’t mind homosexuality— oh, Christ, I sound like a grandmother. Please, no, let me explain”—it’s not as if they exactly have a choice, not with the way she raises a single finger to shush them both as if they were about to leap for her throats for the potentially upsetting comment—“I adore you both. I am very much pro-sex underneath our roofs, I’m a—”

“—Ally?” Adrien offers.

“God, no. A bisexual,” she continues, cool as a cucumber, “and I’ve always been ever since I was young enough to figure out that fingering girls in the bathroom at school was like heaven. I have nothing against gay sex and I never have, and I do not ever want my boys to think they’re not allowed to fuck.”

The silence settles again. Luka tries not to look at her fingers, and tries not to wonder how many times they’ve been in someone. He’s doing a shit job. His cock is far too interested to stop.

“But I just can’t let you two fuck without condoms,” she sighs at the two of them, putting her hands on her thick hips. The two of them shrink in their spots, shying away at being chided. “I want my boys healthy.”

“Marinette—”

“Healthy,” she reiterates, almost begging.

They’re on their lovingly used— he refuses to call it old— couch, each trying to keep modest with a single couch pillow over their crotch and a haphazard, itchy throw blanket over them both. Luka knows that the pillow wouldn’t have been enough for Adrien, who seems to move and itch and scratch the fabric all over in an attempt to have a reason to take it off and deliver some bullshit line about how Marinette deserves to see him naked.

Perhaps she’ll see me and think I’m delectable, Adrien always attempts to reason with him. Look at me. Who could resist?

That blanket is necessary. For his sanity and for Marinette’s… eyes. Adrien is a handful, though Marinette’s never not been able to handle him, but this is uncharted territory. Spare glances to one another and sexual tension aside.

She’s twenty years older than us, Luka keeps telling his boyfriend.

To which Adrien always answers back: Come on. Live a little. What other twenty-two year olds can claim they scored their next door neighbor who’s also a literal MILF?

God, how he wants to agree. He’s got it just as bad, though he reasons he’s doing a much better job at hiding it; meanwhile if Marinette wants Adrien to help her with chores around her apartment, Adrien’s at the door already scrabbling for the door handle in order to cross the hall and get into her space. If she calls him Kitty-cat, he’s purring for her.

Adrien is a lost cause when it comes to her. At least Luka hides his mommy kink, but his boyfriend is impossible to reason with when it comes to tits. Marinette’s tits.

Maybe Luka can somehow convince her to turn away. Maybe Luka can convince her to go back into the kitchen where she was mere minutes ago while he’d had Adrien at the bathroom counter— they hadn’t heard her walk into their own apartment, thinking that they didn’t have any guests— fruitlessly calling out their names in an attempt to get their attention. A left-alone Marinette is a dangerous one, and while him and Adrien have always known, they’ve both definitely learned their lesson tonight. The poor woman was just looking to tell them she’d made them dinner and was dropping it off…

Maybe he can stage an emergency.

He was checking my dick, Luka’s mind first comes up with. Or, rather, we just needed to make sure that his ass was in order. He’d complained that he’d lost feeling…

Not working. But it’s better than just staring at her in the same way puppies or kittens do when they’re completely unsure on how to navigate the room. Even sweat drying against the nape of his neck, with his balls aching and begging to be soothed and a dick that is harder than granite while staring at her cleavage, the most uncomfortable thing is how her eyes glitter at them both. He imagines a paddle in her hand, or at least a firm scolding with a lot of ass slapping, scolding them for misbehaving. Maybe Adrien’s imagining it too, though more… sexually… because Adrien’s breath hitches.

They’re screwed.

The more she purses her lips— even bothers to pull on a single lock of hair that she has in that high ponytail fitting for a mother who’s been in the kitchen all night— it makes more and more sense why Adrien’s fingers are moving quicker and quicker on the fabric. Thank god for this blanket.

She breaks the silence. “Also, you’ll fart come bubbles out of your ass if you don’t use a condom.”

Luka does his best not to get whiplash. “Huh?”

“Come bubbles?” she narrows his eyes when he refuses to recognize what she’s saying. She sits herself down on their ottoman, and Luka does his absolute best not to watch that poor little stool flatten and warp underneath such an ass. “You’ve never had come leak out of your ass? It’s so uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

Luka is so brave. He’s the bravest man in the world.

“I remember when I had my first orgy back when I was younger and it happened to me the first time. I was so miserable on that toilet, come dripping out of me like a damp rag.”

“How younger?” Adrien blurts out.

“Good question. I can’t remember where my kid was left with, if I’d left him at his grandma’s, or…” She’s prone to doing this a lot. She seems to misplace her kid everywhere, this poor man. Luka’s never met him, but feels sympathy. There’s a bit of an airyness to Marinette. Something ditzy. It goes with her personality and the way she expresses herself: lots of pink, and elegant little jewelry, like this set she’s wearing now. A simple v-neck dress that gathers and flows at her ankles in an attempt to be summery even though nights in their city dip into chilly weather, and a dazzling little gold necklace with her favorite bead that has a stick figure of a little boy. No shoes on as she digs her feet into their rug, anklets jingling as she bounces all of her weight on her toes, because even though they don’t have that shoe rule in their apartment, she does it anyway.

“Oh, I remember! I didn’t have a baby at the time, because it was my first true sex experience. Everything else was… nothing compared to this.”

Luka does the quickest math he’s ever been able to do. “Oh. Nineteen… eighty seven?”

“Not sure. I don’t think it was even eighty five, though. It certainly felt younger.”

He blanches. That’s. That’s not even legal. “You went to an orgy without being of age?” he asks. It’s a pathetic little squeak, really. He’s still dealing with his hard-on.

“Well, it was the eighties,” she lobbies. Side-eyeing him when she realizes he knows her birth year. “Seventeen and all. Anyway. Where was I?” Finding her point again, she trudges forward. “Ah, right! Come bubbles.”

Adrien squirms. “Marinette, I would really love to have this conversation, I would, I of all people know the importance of sex education, but we—”

“—I really can’t have you two fucking without a condom.” She waves Adrien off. “You know what come bubbles are, don’t you, baby?”

He has the audacity to narrow his eyes. “Why are you asking me and not Luka?”

“Well, I… it’s—”

“Do you think I’m always getting fucked?” Adrien asks honestly, a smile sliding onto his face. “Because I assure you, I like fucking people.”

“Uhm.” Marinette pinks. She has freckles along with age lines on her face, and it’s a symphony of beauty as she blushes. It’s hard to find her doing it, somehow always keeping her cool even when she makes it as far as coming across them fucking each other silly in their private bathroom in their private apartment, but now the reality seems to be dawning on her.

There are two young naked men staring at her under a scratchy blanket.

She found them fucking.

She’d brought them dinner as usual, only to find them like this. Distantly, he wonders if the dinner is actually an offering of peace after she’d woken them up the previous week during finals with her Nutribullet and devastatingly thin walls that had Adrien knocking on her door and begging for reprieve. They’d sent their valiant soldier. She’d been adamant about him trying her new spinach-kale delight. Adrien had promptly come back home and decided that perhaps god was in fact found in morning smoothies, something starstruck and horny on his face. Mumbling something about being ordered to drink from her favorite glass straw, Adrien had only been able to relay the bare bones about how apologetic she was, before burying his face in Luka’s chest, talking about how even at six in the morning Marinette wears lipstick.

Adrien adores her lipstick. Just as much as he adores getting his ass railed in the bathroom, which was what Luka was attempting to do before this divine intervention.

“Well I’m sure you do, Kitty-cat,” she murmurs. “But you’re the one I found bottoming, baby. Without a condom. Were you going to come inside?”

“He usually does.”

“How do you deal with the come afterwards?”

Luka wants to die as Adrien answers: “Felching.”

“Oh,” Marinette answers. Wisely. Smartly. Wide lips made smaller. “I guess you can’t get come bubbles like that, huh?”

And here’s where Luka has to nip Adrien’s next sentence in the bud before it takes root. He knows that face. “Would you like me to prove how effective it is in—”

“—Marinette, we really don’t need the condoms,” Luka tries.

“Shoot,” she sighs, as if she hasn’t heard them. Biting a corner of her nail as she looks the two of them over like she’s trying to tell them apart. “I’d give you mine if I had any, but ever since I got my tubes tied, I haven’t needed them.”

Luka’s hand goes flying onto Adrien’s chest before he tries jumping off the sofa and pulling away the blanket from his dick.

#speakizys #for lack of a good tagging system i'll tag this as:#demon lovin #though it is not #this is NOT demon lovin but it's the ot3. so

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excaive · 2 years

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OC Lore... from their playlists?

WELP time to expose what’s going on up in my ocs’ heads.

The way I structure my playlists for my ocs is like.... making the top 3 songs the ones I feel says basically everything about them and then the rest just solidifies what the first couple of songs establish.

Of course like. 3 songs is pretty limiting and ALL the songs have some meaning, but I try to order the playlist in a way that either expresses their journey or somewhat categorized together based on the songs’ vibes - but it is pretty loose.

I know literally no one but me will ever get the core vibes for any given oc just from a couple of song bc I’m the only one who has the whole context for each character lol but lemme try and give you an idea by explaining a few playlists and songs and inevitably tell you more about my ocs than they’d share :3

Putting it under a cut but I’m gonna talk about Keith, Cass, Roger, NEMESIS and KILLJOYE’s playlists.

[KEITH’S PLAYLIST]

Keith’s playlist mainly consists of electronic and synth tunes with no/little vocals, so I feel like they’re the hardest to get a distinct read on for anyone but me - THAT SAID even I have trouble understanding their vibes. This makes a lot of sense considering Keith is my attempt at putting a face on my own unintelligible stuffed down emotions lol Like c’mon Keith you’re supposed to help me understand, not clam up and put a lock on the door I tried to open :/ we’ll get there eventually tho lmao

ANYWAY

the first 3 songs says basically what I’ve already shared about them here, the tunes and their titles go hand in hand.

The first one is, as you can see, called the same as their name. It is a coincidence, I did not name them Keith bc of this song lol but the vibes..... for me, it’s about Keith and Kqo’twec’s relationship with each other - and just the swirling emotions from being bonded and how that progresses throughout their journey. The sound is pretty consistent and steady starting out, but then increases in intensity, somewhat overwhelming - and then it calms down again and feels like the swirling emotions have settled and more digestible and Keith and Kqo’twec are better in sync with each other.

The next two are basically just summing up the fact Kqo’twec chose to bond with Keith, saving them from bleeding to death by themself in a ditch lol

Resurrection does have some vocals, saying “wavering emotions | surpressed desires | live” which. Yeah.

I’m not gonna attempt to explain every top 3 songs in detail or else this will get REALLY long. But also it’s really hard to explain tunes that have no lyrics you can dissect. Those are just vibes u gotta feel in ur ears and judge for yourself.

[CASS’ PLAYLIST]

ough Cass.... 😳

Anyway, first song. That’s just about Getting Some.

This does not clear anything up, most of the songs on her playlist is about sex LMAO

Cass is a tall, beefy, hot and sexy lesbian who gets laid consistently so like. Yeah. She just loves herself a lot and also she loves women so might as well combine that :p

The second song tho. Oof. 180 turn on the vibes.

That is from the perspective of her Dragon Parasite. I can’t be too specific, but she got a modified Dragon Parasite, which essentially means the Parasite has been put in an artificial coma and Cass gets its attributes without having to deal with it bonding with it yeah?

And modified major parasites aren’t legal or available to the public because they’re way more likely to be resistant to modification and generally are pretty dangerous to the host because of the risk of an Unstable Bond occuring, but Cass wasn’t told about the actual high risks it might pose to get a modified major parasite (not to mention it being a Dragon Parasite those bitches are already complicated compared to other major parasites) + she didn’t really care because she was so self-absorbed to change her appearance she gambled on this parasite to be The Answer To Her Problems, yeah?

And the nature of a bond between a host and parasite essentially comes down to mutual respect, and understanding of each other to be able to cooperate and maintain a good bond especially with a major parasite that is your life buddy so you need to communicate and compromise so you both thrive, yeah?? You will need to get real intimate and personal with a major parasite to bond. Parasites become a part of you so you will have to let them inside for them to understand you and vice versa?

Do you see the problem here??? Anyway, pressing F for Cass, she had this coming. Actions have consequences but at least she’s hot now so. Worth?

THIRD SONG. This is in the same vein as the first song but more about... secretive desires. There’s no love involved here.

[ROGER’S PLAYLIST]

CARROT BOY MY BELOVED!!!! 🥕💚

Absolute ray of sunshine, he’s just so fun and energetic and able to befriend almost anyone :] #good vibes

However none of my oc playlists are about how they come off to other people and present themselves, I want to see all the messy, knotted and tangled up wires underneath >:)

FIRST SONG.... This also doubles as how I imagine Roger’s voice sounds, so that’s dope This is just mostly about doubts - about himself, the future and those around him. iidk what else to say tbh I just feel like you’ll have to listen for yourself lol

The second song... basically just kind of the vibes for how he deals with things whether that being about the past or present.

Third song. I enjoy the like... eerie vibe the melody gives. Do you have any idea of how often Roger is holding onto his will to live by hairstrand? well I mean, probably not, I hardly touch this aspect of him on my blog, y’all mostly get the same amount of Roger as he presents to most people.

Roger is such a hot mess emotionally I literally don’t even know how to summarize it. But the next playlist might give some insight!

[NEMESIS’ PLAYLIST]

If you aren’t aware, NEMESIS is Roger from 3+ years from the present (Roger is 24) so Roger from his teens to early twenties.

Roger used they/them pronouns back then as NEMESIS and I’m gonna be switching between the pronouns depending on what I’m talking about lol

NEMESIS is the name Roger preferred, being his alias online for the music he made as well. NEMESIS’ playlist is both vibes for their feelings and the music they wanted to make. I say wanted to because they didn’t have the proper equipment to make more than melodies. But I mean, it’s the same thing, they wanted to vent out their feelings, but wasn’t able to - so it all just stayed on the inside.

So the 3 songs...

Well. I don’t really need to talk about them specifically, I can just say their whole playlist is just.

Angry.

So angry.

Frustrated. Aggressive.

Hopeless.

So fucking angry over things they couldn’t control and it just festered into deep self-hate because all of it just bottled up with no place to go.

Obviously, things did change a lot for the better into the present and we have Roger now :] You can bet that he is absolutely supressing all those feelings from the past tho. Never learned any other way to deal with it :( He just learned how to carry himself in a different way.

[KILLJOYE’S PLAYLIST]

KJ’s playlist is an absolute trainwreck of weird vibes. Just like them <3

FIRST SONG. This is from their early days when I first made them as a funny little slasher guy and I can’t get myself to remove it from the top. However, the vibes are still very relevant.

Obsessive and violent themes are prevalent through their playlist.

What goes on in their head is very fast paced, plagued with obsessive intrusive thoughts and compulsions. This is a big factor in their behavior, being loud and eccentric to both distract themself and anyone else from what’s going on. The last two should be obvious. KJ is a Freak. and they also wear Pink (like a freak)

Other vibes in their playlist are like about the weird shit they’re into. They’re a Certified Freak

OK THAT’S IT.

Have fun if u check out any of the tunes, if not that’s literally chill I can’t force you to listen lol, but if anything I hope you enjoy getting a snippet into the heads of my ocs from what I’ve written <3

#cai.txt #playlist #keith sun #cass ambell #roger #nemesis #killjoye #I keep having thoughts and ideas while I'm working on the KJ & Roger comic #and I simply Must Write it Down or my head explodes #shakes fist at the passage of time why has it been. at least 4 hours

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 years

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The Official Sanders Sides Emergancy Sleepover

Patton decides that with the recent tensions in the mindscape after their last video, the best course of action would be to host a sleepover.

Somehow, it didn't end in a complete disaster, despite the two gatecrashers, Roman's inability to cook, Logan's complete cluelessness and Virgil's incredibly long list of doubts.

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| Ao3 | The art in this fic posted separately |

warnings: Remus typical level of weirdness, Sexual innuendos, Some slightly gory imagery

pairings: Roceit, background Anaroceit, everyone is friends <3

Word Count: 6777

Notes:

I wrote the last 1500 words of this while I was half asleep at 3am, I can't be blamed for anything that happens.

Remy broke down the door and forced themself into the story, also I'll be using they/them pronouns for Remy, why? I have absolutely no idea, it just kinda felt like what I was supposed to do. I literally don't know.

There's some art some ways into this fic, I can't even be bothered to work out exactly how far in, but all you gotta know is that credit for the picrew in the art goes to @korruptbrekker on Tumblr, I did not make that myself because I am big dumb and big stupid, so thank you so much, my heart was dead set on having a picrew in the art, so you saved me, lol.

Also, another note, I know this was originally from like- August- that's just how long I take to write stuff, sue me.

“Emergency Sanders Sides sleepover in the commons! Now!” Patton practically screeched, stomping his foot to put even more emphasis on the ‘now’ part. Virgil, who had been happily curled up under the blanket playing some cute game on his nintendo switch on their armchair jumped so much he fell right off of the chair.

“Jesus Christ Patton!” Virgil huffed, standing up and trying to untangle himself from the blanket, “What the hell was that for?”

“We’re having a sleepover,” Patton said way too cheerfully, “Tensions have been really high recently-”

“And who’s fault is that?” Virgil muttered.

“Yes yes I know, I’m sorry Virgil, And you know I’ve been trying to do better, and since Janus-”

Virgil grimaced and Patton winced, he knew Virgil wasn’t too happy with Janus’ recent acceptance.

“Since Janus might be coming to join us up here soon, I figured we ought to do a group bonding activity!” Patton said, ending with a smile that was way too forced for Patton to really be fully confident in the idea.

“And you think a… sleepover will help?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow, “...sorry for seeming doubtful but- how? Don’t we live together anyway? And besides couldn’t all of us sleeping in close quarters make the tension situation worse? What with my uh- tenuous relationship with sleep, Roman’s sleepwalking and Deceit- uh- Janus’ himselfness, don’t you think it could just serve to make it all worse?”

“Now kiddo, I know it’s your job to look at the possibilities,” Patton tried to reason, Virgil scowled, “But just consider that it could also help make things better! We’ll be bonding, we can spend some time with Janus that isn’t just- spent arguing, and it’ll make things better kiddo,”

“But what if it doesn’t ?” Virgil protested, he knew he was being irrational at this point, but- “They’re dangerous, Patton, I keep trying to tell you- I was one of them- Patton- if this all goes wrong I-”

“Calm down Scaramore,” Roman said, appearing from the stairs, seconds later a hand was placed on his shoulder, Virgil jerked away, before feeling guilty about it, he took a deep breath, “I’m… kinda with Virgil on this one though, padre, are you sure it’s a good idea? Also- text the group chat next time, instead of just yelling,”

“Guys please! I’ve thought this out, ok? We’re going to bake cookies and make a pillow fort together here and watch movies all night. It'll be fun, just give it a chance, ok?”

“ Fine .” Virgil said, crossing his arms, “But if this goes wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn you,”

“I’m gonna send out a ping on the chat to meet in the common room,” Roman said with a sigh, “I’ll… try to be civil with Janus.”

“I’ve… been meaning to speak to you about that,” Patton said softly, “Just- if you get a chance, kiddo, maybe you can apologise for laughing at him?”

“Yeah I- I’ve had a lot of time to think about it,” Roman huffed, “I’ll try and find a good moment,”

“Thanks, kiddo,”

“I, for one, think a sleepover might be a beneficial idea,” Logan said as he walked down the stairs, Patton seemed to droop in relief.

“Thanks Logan,” Patton sighed, thankful for the support of the smartest side there, at least.

“Yes, from the small amount of research I had the chance to do upon hearing your call, sleepovers are a very good way to strengthen social bonds, and are very often portrayed in media as a fun way to improve relations between peers, it will also be a good exercise to get us all used to having Janus around in a domestic setting rather than simply in the videos,”

“Nerd,” Virgil huffed, pressing the blanket to his face, “Fine, I guess I don’t have the option to back out of this?”

“Absolutely not!” Patton said, tone way too cheery.

“I don’t apologise for taking so long,” Janus’ voice sounded from the entrance of the dark sides’ mindscape, he began to… limp? Towards them, “I came upon a few issues when attempting to leave,”

“Uh- you’ve got a little something on your leg there, kiddo…?” Patton said, Virgil noticed that Remus was clinging to Janus’ leg with what looked like a vice grip, the deceitful side seemed disgruntled at best.

“Yes, fortunately he refused to let go after he saw the message on my phone, So I didn’t struggle at all to climb the stairs,”

“Remus!” Roman cried out, “What are you doing here!”

“Awe come on Ro! You weren’t planning to leave me out of your sleepover, were you?”

“You weren’t invited,” Virgil hissed at him and Remus slumped off of Janus’ leg (he quickly stepped away, inspecting his leg to make sure Remus hadn’t gotten any of his gunk on his trousers) putting a hand to his heart with a massively exaggerated look of offence.

“Virgil! I can’t believe you would say such a thing! Of course I’m invited, Daddy-o said it was a sides sleepover after all, and I’m a side!”

Patton grimaced, before taking a deep breath and plastering that smile back on his face, “N-now kiddos, um- since Remus is here, we should try to be welcoming, ok? What’s one extra addition, huh?”

Virgil ground his teeth, but didn’t say anything.

“So… what exactly are we doing?” Janus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re having a sleepover!” Patton grinned, before explaining everything he’d already explained to Virgil to Janus too, who nodded slowly.

“Alright, so a sleepover, what exactly do we do first, then?” Janus asked.

“I propose we all submit an activity and then we may all vote on what we do first?” Logan proposed, “And then continue to go from there,”

“Truth or dare!” Remus yelled, while at the same time Roman yelled “Makeovers!”

Both twins turned to glare at each other. Logan flipped over a large portable whiteboard and wrote ‘sleepover ideas’ along the top in big capital letters, before writing both ideas underneath it.

“Baking!” Patton smiled, “So we can have sweets to eat!”

Logan nodded and added the idea, looking between Virgil and Janus to see if either of them would pipe up, neither did.

“I propose we hold a friendly debate,” Logan said, writing down his own ideas. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if that was a normal sleepover activity (it wasn’t) but he hadn’t had enough time to research what people did at sleepovers. He wrote it back on the board and turned to the others, “Janus, Virgil? Anything to add?”

“Shouldn’t the first thing we do be getting the room sleepover ready or whatever? LIke- setting up pillows and blankets and shit so it’s all comfortable before we get into the stupid games?”

“I wasn't going to say card games,” Janus said, “But I actually disagree with Virgil.”

“Yeah same here actually, that’s a real good idea, kiddo,” Patton nodded.

“That does seem like a logical first activity,” Logan nodded, before writing Janus’ card game suggestion down on the board, “Perhaps, if everyone else is in agreement, we should ready the room first, and then decide between these activities?”

“Sounds good to me!” Roman smiled, Remus jumped up.

“Can I-”

“No,” Virgil said, “Whatever you’re about to suggest, no,”

“But I was just gonna-”

“No,”

“Virgil,” Patton chided gently, “Let’s hear him out, ok kiddo?”

Virgil slumped in his chair, arms crossed, he pulled his hood up.

“I was just gonna ask if I could put up those awesome halloween fairy lights we have downstairs,” Remus said with a pout.

“That actually sounds like a great idea!” Patton said, trying to hide his worry about the fact that it was Remus’ idea, Virgil sunk further into the hoodie as Remus cheered and ran for the door, only to be caught by the scruff of his costume by Janus.

“Remember to get the ones in the living room, not the other ones, you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about,” Janus told him, before letting him go.

—-

Virgil- begrudgingly- contributed a couple of blankets and pillows to the area downstairs and Roman and Logan shifted the furniture around so there was a large clear space in front of the TV (with the coffee table shoved in front of it to house snacks and such) where they planned to sleep. The sofas and chairs that usually made up their living room set up surrounded the clear floor space and the dining room table had moved so that it was pushed up against the back of one of the sofas. Fairy lights with the bulbs shaped like various cartoon halloween monsters hung around the space and Roman had draped thin coloured sheets over the usually bright lamps. It was still daytime right now, so the room was bathed in natural light, but once the sun set they had ensured that the whole area would be bathed in a lovely colourful glow.

Once they were done, Virgil opted to grab his weighted blanket- which he’d brought from his room knowing he’d need it, and curl up on the armchair he’d been sitting on before just as Logan once again returned to the whiteboard.

“Alright, everyone cast your votes, don’t vote for your own,” Logan said, placing his vote next to Janus’ card games suggestion (It was the only one he either understood the premise of or found appealing) before handing the pen to the closest side (Who happened to be Remus) and moving away to sit on one of the chairs. Remus added a vote to Roman’s suggestion before throwing it at his twin, who somehow caught the fast moving projectile before it hit him in the forehead.

“Hey Roman, add my vote for Truth or Dare,” Patton called from the kitchen, he was getting stuff out to bake, “I’ll bake while we play!”

Roman nodded and added two votes for Remus’ suggestion, before handing off the pen to Janus, who quickly drew a line next to Patton’s suggestion.

“Virgil, would you like me to add a tally for you?” Janus asked, voice sweet and Virgil was almost slammed back into the past, back when they were friends, instead he yanked himself forcefully back to the present, he grunted.

“Just- truth or dare,” He huffed. He didn’t really want to do any of their suggestions, and he hated that Remus’ was the best of the bunch, “As long as we make rules and follow them,”

“Of course, kiddo!” Patton nodded, “Um, So, dares can be refused if it makes the dare-ee uncomfortable,”

“Boooring,” Remus whined, rolling over, “There's no fun if people don’t do any of the dares!”

“Alright, only refusing dares if you really really can’t do it,” Patton compromised, Remus still looked upset, “And- maybe we could set up a penalty for refusing dares?”

“Like being hit over the head with my morningstar!” Remus yelled.

“No-”

“OR having to eat a rat-”

“Remus-”

“Or losing a finger!”

“Remus!” Patton yelled, “None of those- I was… thinking something more like… we could make a really gross combination of drinkable liquids? So if someone refuses a dare they have to drink some?”

Virgil could’ve sworn he saw anime stars in Remus’ eyes.

“That sounds perfect! Can I help you make it?” Remus asked with a big grin that almost brought tears to Virgil’s eyes.

“Sure!” Patton smiled, Remus practically bolted over to the kitchen.

“See Pattycake, I think you’ve got a ruthless side to you yet!” Remus grinned, pushing up his sleeves. Patton just chuckled nervously as he opened the fridge, quietly talking to Remus as they created some horrible concoction.

“Any more rules we should take note of?” Logan asked.

“No dares that’ll result in injury,” Virgil piped up, “And no destroying things that can’t be replaced,”

“A person is allowed to refuse a truth with the same penalty as a dare,” Janus said quietly. Logan quickly sectioned off some of the whiteboard and wrote down these four rules.

“If that is all, who shall begin the game?” Logan asked.

“I’ll start!” Remus cried from the kitchen, “Patton you keep mixing that over there I’ll be riiiight back! JanJan, truth or dare!”

“Dare,” Janus said without hesitation, Virgil shrugged, he was Deceit after all, anyone expecting him to pick truth was stupid.

“Hmm,” Remus tapped a finger to his chin, “We’ll start off easy, no wearing your hat for the rest of the evening.”

Janus let out a noise of what could only be mortification as if Remus had just asked him to strip naked. Virgil hid a cackle in his blanket as Janus aimed a middle finger at Remus while taking off his hat and letting it disappear. He shot a glare at Roman, who was gawking at his unruly curly hair. Remus cackled before rushing back to the kitchen.

“Roman truth or dare?” Janus asked with narrowed eyes.

“...Dare?” Roman practically asked, slightly worried for his safety.

“Since Remus started this ‘easy’, genderswap yourself,” Janus said with a smirk, “Clothes also have to change,”

He didn’t anticipate the fact that Roman would actually very much enjoy this dare, he spun around, his regular prince outfit transforming in a show of glitter into a long red skirt, fit with a corset and poofy shoulders, it didn’t hurt that he in a feminine form filled out the outfit quite well. Janus thought for a second that that dare may have harmed himself more than Roman, because apparently Roman was attractive even as a woman. Well, Janus could ignore the bi crisis currently raging in his brain for now, because Roman had moved on to daring Logan.

Janus decided he was going to go and help Patton with his baking in between his turns.

“I dare you to swap clothes with Patton,” Roman told Logan, who groaned, before informing Patton that he was swapping their clothes and clicking his fingers, now burdened with a cat hoodie around his shoulders, he sighed.

“This is so impractical,” Logan sighed mournfully, lifting one of the sleeves hanging around his neck

“This is so stiff!” Patton called, “How do you wear this!”

“It’s practical and sophisticated,” Logan huffed, “Virgil, truth or dare?”

“Dare,”

“You all are so boring ,” Roman groaned, “No truths!”

“You literally picked dare,” Virgil rolled his eyes, as he watched Logan scroll through his phone, reading quickly, “Logan are you looking up dares?”

“I am new to this game, it will take me a while to get used to it,” Logan says by ways of answer, “Let Roman post whatever he wants on your tumblr,”

“What the fuck! No!” Virgil yelled, Roman smiled at him sweetly.

“You want some of this stuff then, my sweet Virgin?” Remus asked, carrying a blender full of awful smelling yellowish sludgy liquid into the room and placing it on the coffee table, Virgil gagged and held out his phone to Roman. Who took it all while snickering at Remus' nickname

“How long does he have?” Virgil asked sadly.

“Until either he finishes or the game ends,” Logan decided. Virgil groaned, burying his face in the blanket and trying to suffocate himself for a moment, before Logan spoke again, “From my understanding, it’s your turn to ask someone, Virgil,”

“Patton?” Virgil called with his face still buried in the blanket, “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” Patton said, looking over at Virgil, they stared at each other for a moment, “I feel like I’m going to regret this but- dare…?”

“Eat a spoonful of Roman’s extra hot hot sauce,” Virgil said with an evil smirk. Roman audibly gasped.

“Ok kiddo…” Patton said slowly, heading towards the fridge, “Since I might be out of commission for a while afterwards I’ll ask now, Remus, truth or dare?”

“Truth, because you’re all wimps and I wanna get into the juicy stuff!” Remus grinned, making a gesture that made just about everyone uncomfortable.

“Give everyone here a compliment,” Patton said with a sweet smile as he poured a spoonful of the sauce and stuck it in his mouth. Almost immediately he was coughing and fanning his face as his cheeks went red. Janus poured him a glass of milk and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder as he tried to recover.

“Oh my god you are all so boring ,” Remus huffed, “Pattycake, you’re not so bad when you’re not being a goodie-two-shoes, Roman you have big tits as a woman, Dork you look like you could break my spine into three pieces even wearing a cat hoodie and that’s cool,”

“I- what?” Logan asked, confused, Remus took no notice. Roman looked practically violated, covering his chest with an arm.

“Jan, you’ve got really big tits as a man,”

“I what ?” Janus asked, sounding worryingly calm.

“Look up ‘snitties’ on tumblr,” Remus said waving him off before continuing, “Virgin, you’re really fun to jumpscare because you do this cute little squeak and it’s absolutely precious,”

“How can someone make a wholesome truth into… that,” Logan said, stunned.

“I’m sure I want to look that up,” Janus said, glancing back at Patton, who was still recovering from the last dare.

“Don’t,” Virgil said, “I’ve had the displeasure of Remus showing me when he found it, you don’t want to see it, also that nickname is not sticking,”

“It’s like a massive tumblr post dedicated to your massive ti-”

“Alright time to move on, who are you asking Remus!” Virgil cut in loudly.

“Janus truth or dare!” Remus called, Virgil smacked his forehead into the armrest. Unfortunately it was soft.

“I’m not going to like this,” Janus said, “Am I,”

“No-pe!” Remus grinned, “Unless you wanna choose the truth?”

“I would love to, just say the dare already,”

“Read the tumblr post I just sent you out loud to the group,” Remus said with a wide grin as he scrolled through his phone, “Make sure you show off the pictures too,”

“This is going to be horrible, isn’t it,” Logan said quietly.

“Quite,” Roman agreed. Virgil buried himself in the blankets.

It took ten minutes for Janus to read through the entire Snitties post on tumblr, and by the end he was trying to resist the urge to crack his skull open on the wall and Roman was trying not to pass out from the amount of blood rushing to his face- which was flaming red with blush. Remus was cackling like the menace he was.

“Virgil,” Janus said weakly, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Virgil said from inside the blanket.

“Sit on Roman’s lap for the rest of the game,” Janus said, waving him off.

“Are you guys actually trying to kill me?” Roman squeaked, “Why me? Why am I the target of this unprovoked assault?”

“Shut up and sit down so I can sit on you Princey,” Virgil huffed, “I like this no more than you do,”

With a lot of effort (in terms of the dress) Roman managed to sit himself comfortably on the floor so that Virgil could sit in his lap, still wrapped in his blanket because he feared that he might just burst into tears and/or have a panic attack without it, Virgil ended up sitting on Roman’s lap. He wouldn’t admit it, but their position was actually rather comfortable.

—-

After about an hour, Virgil found himself in a ‘e-girl gamer kitten’ outfit (Remus’ description, it consisted of cat-ear headphones, short shorts and knee high cat socks with garters and fishnets, at least he still had his blanket to snuggle in) Roman had gained a tiara and earrings too, Deceit was now in an 1800s victorian ball gown and wearing Kyoshi Warrior makeup on the human side of his face, Logan was wearing cat facepaint and had been the first to drink some of Remus and Patton’s goop when he’d been dared to talk about his feelings. Virgil had also had a drink of the mixture when he’d been asked which of the sides he would rather kiss, and Janus and Roman had practically made out when Janus had been dared to answer the same question more physically (by the same person, Patton) and Virgil wasn’t jealous at all.

Remus had ended up coming out as aromantic after being asked his stance on having a romantic partner, which the group had readily accepted, on a similar note, he had dared Patton to be his queerplatonic partner (Patton had drank some of the goop and told Remus he would think about it).

Remus had also been the main reason about half of the blender of goop was gone- he kept daring people to do things like eating dead rats or dissecting eyeballs and not many of the sides wanted to do those things (Logan had promised to dissect some things with him later, though). Patton had ended up being dared by Virgil to not touch the floor until the game ended, so Janus and Remus had been periodically passing him cushions so he could still get around the kitchen to bake his sweets.

Logan had taken a photo of Virgil and Roman on Virgil’s phone (Per Roman’s request near the end of the game) and Roman had completed his earlier dare of posting on Virgil’s Tumblr and the fact that the post ended up getting over five hundred notes before the game had even ended was absolutely mortifying.

Otherwise, Virgil had managed to avoid being emotionally vulnerable and avoid the worst of the dares, so he counted that as a win. Hey, and they were all laughing by the end of it, which was a pretty big win, it almost felt like they were all finally getting along.

Quickly, while everyone was destracted and still calming down from the game, Virgil opened Tumblr to see what atrocity Roman had posted.

"Oh my god," Virgil mumbled at he stared at the picture in front of him.

"Why the fuck does it look like an Instagram post?" Virgil yelled, before opening Instagram, only to see that Roman had posted it there too, "You dick!"

Roman just laughed.

“So!” Logan called everyone to attention, successfully distracting them from the Tumblr mishap, they'd already cleaned up the mess and gotten back into their regular outfits, so now the sleepover could continue, “Now that that ordeal is over and everything is back in order, we can remove that from the board and decide what to do next.”

—-

After truth or dare, Roman had ended up insisting on painting everyone’s nails while they held a Dance Dance Revolution tournament (Remus ended up winning, somehow he and Janus were the best at the game). Despite protesting at first, Virgil was quite happy with his sparkly purple nails, Roman had told him that he knew he’d like it. The only side who’d avoided the nail painting was Janus- you couldn’t paint nails when the person refused to take off gloves, after all.

“Shall we change into more comfortable attire?” Roman asked during a lull in the atmosphere after they awarded Remus with an interesting looking crown for winning DDR. Patton had once again retreated to the kitchen to prepare some food for dinner and the conversation had died out a little bit. Roman obviously felt awkward around his brother and Virgil didn’t exactly want to talk to Janus or Remus. Logan was busy looking up ideas for more sleepover activities on his phone, so he wasn’t exactly open to conversation at the moment. Virgil was quite happy for Roman breaking the growing uncomfortable silence.

“I agree with this idea, getting into pyjamas or more comfortable attire may make it easier for all of us to relax, seeing as the atmosphere created by the game seems to have… soured, slightly,” Logan agreed, putting his phone away.

“Are we getting into onesies?” Patton asked, popping in from the kitchen.

“I believe we aren’t,” Janus confirmed, “Fortunately, though, I do not own a onesie,”

“I sleep in the buff!” Remus contributed, Virgil winced, he really didn’t want to see that.

“Well, if you plan to stay for the night, we must ask that you wear something we deem appropriate,” Logan told him firmly, “Otherwise, you must sleep elsewhere,”

Virgil shot Logan a thankful glance, the logical side nodded.

“Fine,” Remus huffed, plopping down next to Roman in a pair of ghastly ripped up sweatpants and a green crop-top hoodie that read ‘intrusive THOT’ across the chest. He collapsed into his brother, who yelped and shoved him off. Remus picked up a pillow and whacked Roman over the head with it, Roman jumped up with a grin that startled Virgil a little bit, hitting Remus back with another pillow, and thus a pillow fight began.

Patton joined in pretty quickly, giggling like a child as he picked up a cushion and jumped into the flurry of soft blows. Logan was dragged into it too, at some point, and eventually Virgil got involved after Remus whacked him in the face with a pillow and he couldn’t help but retaliate after that.

While the pillow fight was going strong though, Roman took the opportunity of the destruction to sneak away, heading quietly to the kitchen, where Janus had taken over the cooking when Patton had first gotten involved.

“Hey, um, Janus?” Roman asked as he came up behind the side, maybe right now wouldn’t be the best time to have a serious conversation, with the sounds of the others laughing and yelling in the background, nonetheless Janus turned, setting the tray he had just taken from the oven down on a cooling rack and removing the large oven gloves (patterned with pink and blue hearts, stars and butterflies, a design that just screamed Patton) to reveal that he was still wearing his yellow gloves underneath.

“Hello, Roman,” Janus said, leaning on the counter, “I’m totally not busy right now,”

“Ah- sorry, I just… wanted to talk to you while the others were… occupied,” Roman said, glancing back over at the others, still fighting, he shuffled his feet awkwardly, Janus raised an eyebrow at him, letting him know to continue, “I um- I’ve been thinking a lot since- um- yeah- and I just, I wanted to apologise… you know for… laughing at your name and being incredibly un-prince like towards you otherwise as well,”

“I don’t accept your apology,” Janus said, a hint of a smile on his lips, Roman relaxed minutely, “And besides, it’s not like I have anything to apologise to you for as well, I don’t think I deserved that at all after everything else I did to you too,”

“I… well-” Roman huffed, “Consider it even, then,”

“Alright,” Janus nodded, before smirking, “I suppose I also should apologise for the eh- kissing- earlier,”

“It was a dare, Pretty Little Liar,” Roman waved him off, though he knew he was blushing, he was pretty intrigued to note that Janus was also blushing.

“Would you like to help me finish the dinner preparations?” Janus asked instead of continuing down that road, gesturing to the array of food that still needed to be cooked before they could set up the mini buffet that Patton had planned.

“Um- I’ll gladly assist but… I am banned from a reason, you know,” Roman said, gesturing to a piece of paper taped to the fridge which showed their cooking schedule, Patton, Logan and Virgil alternated days they would cook, and underneath a thick header underlined three times that read ‘BANNED’ was Roman’s name.

Janus laughed, “What on earth could you do to get banned from the kitchen?”

“I almost blew up the house trying to make a mug brownie…” Roman said, looking away, “And got the entire kitchen covered in glitter and goopy sugary goop when I tried to make a confetti cake… I also lit the stove on fire by accident while trying to cook bacon-”

“Alright alright, surely you’ll do fine with instruction?” Janus asked, waving him over.

“That’s a lie, but sure go off,” Roman rolled his eyes.

“Patton let Remus help him earlier, did he not?” Janus asked, smirking at Roman, “And he is of course, way better than you are, I see every issue with enlisting your help,”

Roman snorted at that one, but shook his head, “You know what, fine, I’ll help with dinner, but if there's a fire I’m not taking the blame you Bananaconda!”

“I completely despise that nickname,” Janus said with a small smile, before they got to work.

Somehow, with Janus’ instruction, Roman managed not to start a fire or even make too much of a mess. The others had been adequately surprised to learn this as Roman and Janus set out the fully edible (and only slightly burnt) food on the table for everyone to pick at as the night went on.

—-

“Thanks for roping me into cooking,” Roman said, as he slid onto the sofa next to Janus with his plate of food, Virgil squinted at them from his chair across the room, “I had fun,”

“I despise that,” Janus said, shooting him a half smile, Roman beamed back. Virgil glanced around- at Patton and then Logan- Patton just shrugged with a smile, he just seemed happy that they were getting along but something had changed.

“I’m not eating the food if Princey had a hand in making it,” Virgil huffed, Roman gasped, raising a hand to his forehead dramatically.

“I’m wounded! Wounded by my beloved stormcloud!” Roman cried, Janus hid a chuckle by shoving a fork full of food into his mouth.

“Look, I’m just going by past experiences, your food hasn’t exactly been edible before,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes, Roman squeaked in annoyance.

“There’s every need to worry, Virgil,” Janus said, “I neither helped nor supervised, everything is inedible, I assure you,”

“Thanks, liar,” Virgil huffed, before glancing around at the others again. Remus was quite happily drinking the remaining blender sludge from the truth or dare game, while Logan and Patton were both starting to fill their plates with actual food which… did look good, despite his suspicions. Virgil stamped down the ugly feeling he got when he looked over at Janus- who was now laughing openly at something Roman had said- and stood up to get food himself.

Not long after that their energy had lulled into quiet discussions happening around the room. Remus had opted to collapse on top of his brother, successfully inserting himself into Roman and Janus’ conversation, whatever they were talking about and Patton and Logan were quietly discussing something whilst they sorted through the vast selection of DVDs they had stored in the corner of the living room and Virgil had once again returned to his chair, armed with a pillow and his weighted blanket once again. He had summoned his phone and was trying to reply to the onslaught of Tumblr asks he’d gotten in response to Roman’s post.

Being the only one not currently engaged in a conversation though, meant that Virgil was the first to notice the intruder almost break the door to the subconscious off of it’s hinges.

“Heyyy-” They said, successfully grabbing the attention of everyone in the room, they looked around at the setup before gasping in offence, “OMGoodness! I cannot believe you guys! How could you host a sleep over without inviting me ?”

“Perhaps because the goal of a sleepover is to… not sleep?” Roman basically asked, “And that kinda uh- goes against your function, Remy?”

“Hey Remy!” Patton called with a wave, “You’re welcome to stay! We’re just about to start movies!”

Remy ignored both of them, the ice in their starbucks cup (who knows where they got Starbucks in the mindscape, we don’t question their methods) rattling as they pointed it accusingly at Virgil.

“Virge! Gurl I swear I haven’t seen you in like for-ever! How have you been, bestie?”

“Uhm- sleep deprived?” Virgil answered, Remy burst out laughing.

“I knew you’d miss me!” They grinned, before muttering quietly, “They always come back in the end,”

Virgil just rolled his eyes, “God you’re insufferable, just- come and sit down if you’re joining us,”

“Oh well of course, if you’re offering!” Remy smirked, and before Virgil could protest Remy had sauntered over and suddenly the extra space on Virgil’s armchair had been stolen from him and so had half of his blanket.

“If you’re going to put your legs on my lap at least have the decency to take off your shoes,” Virgil hissed to Remy before going back to watching Janus and Roman coversate from across the room. Remy rolled their eyes before snapping their shoes away, leaving their rainbow socks on show.

“Alright kiddos!” Patton called, getting everyone’s attention, “Time to decide on the first movie we’re going to watch!”

“Something with songs!” Roman called out immediately.

“How about a musical?” Janus asked, “I completely despise them.”

“Ok but consider,” Roman said, “Disney.”

“What about…” Patton thought for a second, before picking up a case, “A Disney distributed musical?”

“Hamilton!” Roman cried happily, throwing his arms in the air.

“That’s an absolutely horrible choice,” Janus nodded in agreement.

“Awesome! Any objections?” Patton asked.

“Hamilton is adequate,” Logan said.

Remus shrugged, “As long as we get to watch something interesting later!”

“I don’t even want to know what you’d consider interesting,” Virgil grumbled.

“I could give you nightmares about it if you want!” Remy said, all too cheerily, “Me and Re collaborate on them quite often, actually!”

“Do you want me to avoid you for another two weeks?” Virgil hissed elbowing them under the blankets. Remy pouted.

“No,” They muttered, before shifting all of their weight onto Virgil, who groaned.

“Just start the film already.” Virgil huffed.

—-

As the film played, Virgil couldn’t help but watch as Janus and Roman sang the songs together- some of the others joining in too just for fun- somehow they did it seamlessly without even discussing who would sing each part, first Roman as Hamilton while Janus played Burr, and then Janus as Hamilton while Roman played Eliza.

“Looks like your man’s being stolen, gurl,” Remy whispered to Virgil and Janus kissed Roman’s hand, mimicking Alexander and Eliza onscreen. They had actually stood up to dance along with the cast to ‘Helpless’ and Patton couldn’t help but start giggling as he filled in Angelica’s lines for them. Virgil grumbled something unintelligible in reply.

“Looks like you’re Angelica in this situation, huh Virge,” Remy whispered in his ear, sentence punctuated by Remus’ belly laughs as Patton tried to get through the line about Angelica wanting to form a harem.

“Fuck you,” Virgil said, putting his hand over Remy’s face and shoving them away.

Roman managed to manipulate them all into watching Frozen next, much to Remus’ dismay. Logan begrudgingly gave in and quietly sang along to Elsa’s parts while Roman sang Anna’s after what seemed like a fair amount of coaxing, bribery and possible blackmail. in the build up to ‘Love is an Open Door’ Roman offered a hand to pull Virgil up.

“Sing with me?” Roman asked, leaving the offer of his hand there, Virgil just stared at it, “Oh come on Virge! We sound so good together on this one!”

“He’d love to!” Remy grinned, picking up Virgil’s hand and placing it in Roman’s, allowing Roman the chance to pull him up. Virgil gave Remy the middle finger as the song started, the other side just did it right back.

After the annoyance and the feeling of not wanting to sing in front of everyone had died down, Virgil found that it was actually really fun to sing with Roman, letting himself fall into the rhythm of it as Roman harmonised with him while they danced in circles over the small cleared space inbetween everyone. Patton clapped and cheered for them when the song was over and Virgil collapsed back onto the chair, bad mood from before all but evaporated. He didn’t even care that he’d mostly fallen on top of Remy, it was the payback they most definitely deserved for one reason or another.

Of course, Remus made his obligatory ‘Kristoff fucks the reindeer’ comment during Fixer Upper, successfully interrupting the fun Patton, Roman and Remy were having singing it together- though they managed to get back on track pretty quickly- though Patton had stepped down from singing to instead chase Remus around the house armed with a pillow.

“Did we ever finish that Frozen rewrite that we started during the episode?” Logan asked after the film was over, “Because I may have to remind Thomas of that particular idea if not, I must check my records later.”

“The rewrite! Gosh that feels like only yesterday despite it happening like what- two years ago?” Roman sighed wistfully, “We should definitely dig that back up sometime!”

—-

For the next film, Patton (after finally catching him) begrudgingly let Remus choose with Janus’ guidance (just so he wouldn’t choose something so gorey or sexual that the rest of them couldn’t watch it) and they’d ended up settling on some horror film that Virgil was decidedly not watching. He had summoned his headphones and covered his head with the blanket at the earliest opportunity presented to him. He was glad for it when he heard Patton screech even through the noise cancelling.

Somehow, halfway through what sounded like a pretty gruesome horror film, Remy fell asleep, so Virgil took the excuse that had fallen into his lap (literally) and swaddled them up in some spare blankets and carried them upstairs so that the others wouldn’t wake them up with the screaming.

—-

They managed to get to about half past three in the morning before Logan began insisting that they should start heading to sleep, so they’d decided to pack it in after this film ended (thankfully something more light hearted after that horror film, Virgil didn’t want worse nightmares than usual, thank you very much).

So, as promised, after the film had wrapped up, everyone started getting ready for bed. Roman summoned sleeping bags and yet more blankets and pillows for everyone, as if they needed them and soon everyone started winding down.

At some point during this process, Remy returned, aviators askew and Virgil’s blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Without saying a word they grabbed the closest sleeping bag and got in it before flopping down onto the ground incredibly ungracefully, once again dead asleep in seconds.

“Virgilll,” Roman whined from his sleeping bag on the ground, Virgil was just in the process of zipping up his own bag on the other side of the room, “C’mereee- I wanna cuddle,”

VIrgil just rolled his eyes at the way Roman was making grabby hands in his vague direction and shuffled over to where Roman was lying. Sleeping next to Roman wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Goodnight kiddos!” Patton called.

“Goodnight, Patton,” Janus said from somewhere past Roman, “I don’t apologise for the spiders in that film, by the way, I forgot they featured so heavily, and I also hope all of you have nightmares and sleep terribly,”

“Thanks Jan!” Remus called from somewhere near Patton, taking the lie at full sincerity.

“Thanks, Janus,” Patton said, accepting the truth he could gather from the statement.

“Goodnight all,” Roman said, Virgil kicked him, though it didn’t have much impact with the sleeping bags.

“Everyone just shut up and go to sleep already,” Virgil groaned.

Finally, after an even more long-winded chain of goodnights that Virgil thought was possible (he was sure they were doing it to spite him). Everyone went quiet.

—-

“Hey guys, whaddyou all think about forming an orgy right here right now,”

“Re, shut the fuck up and sleep before I sew your mouth closed with silly string.”

“Sounds like fun! Lets make it a date, huh Virgey?”

“Both of you shut up!”

“Some of us aren’t trying to sleep here, you know,”

“If I hear another word out of any of you kiddos I will not be making pancakes in the morning,”

That shut everyone up pretty quick, no-one wanted to miss out on Patton’s breakfast pancakes.

—-

Somehow, when he woke up the next afternoon ( all of them- excluding Logan who had an immaculate sleep cycle- had slept all through the morning) Virgil found that he had ended up sandwiched between Roman and Janus in his sleep. He was almost 100% certain that Janus had been on the other side of them both when they first went to sleep.

How odd.

Well, Virgil thought as he let himself relax between them, it could be worse.

He heard the click of a camera mixed in with coos and giggles that sounded suspiciously like Remus and Remy.

Virgil had jinxed himself. It got worse.

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