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commanderconradofbritain · 2 years

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Chapter 2: In Liz We Truss

Two hours later, Conrad is in a Eurocopter X3 helicopter landing in a large garden at the bosom of a typically English country house.

Staff in purple waistcoats lead him inside the house, which is warm against the autumn air. He takes off his coat, and rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt.

Inside, King George is waiting for him. He takes a seat at a long table where George was cloistered up over a McDonalds.

‘I must say, I’m a fan of the name, it’s much better than double one-hundred-and-thirteen grammar, I say,’ says the King.

‘Just tell me what I need to do.’

He lowers the Double Quarter Pounder he’s eating and his expression turns vague. He wipes the cheese from his lips with a handkerchief and leans back in the seat his bottom graces.

‘The United Kingdom is at great risk. Closer than ever, oblivion faces this great country. The darned people voted for Brexit, which left us in a mess, the situation with the Chinese has gone skew-whiff, and worst of all the badgers beginning to gather in numbers. If I were to tell you the truth, it’s the badgers that keep me awake at night. Their damned claws and beady eyes. I digress. Our country needs a driver. A Kitchener, a William, Winehouse. It’s like this burger here, see, it is being slowly eaten away.’ He takes a bite of the burger. ‘We need you back at the front.’

‘But I don’t want to be at the front,’ Conrad says. Because he doesn’t.

‘I thought you would say that,’ he says, grinning at Conrad as if he was a street magician gesturing for tip after wowing some starstruck tourist. ‘Which is why you’re going to run your own government, or team. Governing team.’

Conrad raises his brows, as if to say what do you mean, a governing team.

‘What do you mean, a governing team?’ he says.

Beside the half-eaten burger is a little bell, with the Royal crest engraved on the side. King George takes the little bell, and gives it a little ring. The chime scatters around the room, bouncing off landscapes and hollow knights. Footsteps come from the other side of a set of double doors on the long wall of the room.

They open to reveal a woman, wearing a crisp blue suit and heavy-looking gold jewellery that hangs from her neck like a cowbell.

‘You rang, my King?’ sputters the woman. She jerks her head as she says it, sending strands of her blonde her onto her lips which she unsubtly blows away.

‘Truss, this is your new Commander,’ says George, not looking away from Conrad.

Truss stands to attention. ‘Sir,’ she says, straight as a lamppost, ‘Liz Truss, prime minister. Well, I’m not Prime Minister yet.’

George shakes his head. ‘It’s a matter of formality. Sunak’s not going to win the leadership election, and nobody even knows who Cartwright is. Truss will be Prime Minister.’

‘And glad of it, sir.’ She speaks as if she were presenting a children’s show. ‘Let me introduce myself. My name is Liz Truss, and I’m a go-getter, a doer, a sharp card in the pack. My hobbies include the tango, jumbo jets and providing top-quality leadership for – ‘

‘We understand, Truss,’ interrupts the King.

‘Right-o, my majesty,’ says Lizz Truss, nodding, honoured to be interrupted.

‘Truss here will be prime minster, and she will take direction from you. You will form your own individual team, Conrad. You will operate separately from the Westminster government. I am giving you the ability, however, to command the government at will. But it is important that you operate primarily from without.’

‘You’re asking a lot of me, George,’ Conrad says. He needs a sweetener. ‘I think I could ask a lot too.’

‘After three years,’ the King continues, ‘you can ask for anything that you want. Anything in the world, it’s yours. All I want is a year.’

‘That’s what you said last time,’ Conrad says. ‘And what better option is there than any option, when the option of no options is an option.’

‘Onions make me cry,’ blurts Liz Truss, a little too enthusiastically.

Conrad thought about it. What the King was asking of him was a lot. He’d be in control of the British government, the army, navy, air force, secret services. And the secret state-ran chain of coffee shops which had since been sold off. But Conrad loved his country, he would do anything for it. What would he do for a good life, a quiet life? He didn’t know. But he did know what he would do for his country.

‘I’ll do it.’

King George relaxes, his shoulders dropping with a slight rustle of autumn tweed.

‘Fantastic. Thank you, Conrad, truly.’

‘But I want full control.’

His shoulders rise, the tweed un-rustling back into summer.

‘There are some limits that can’t be crossed, Conrad, you know this.’

‘Then I want free control as much as I can get it. I will advise you, take advice from you, but the power in my jurisdiction will remain my own for one year. I won’t operate below you, but beside you and your government’

The King ponders.

‘You’re asking a lot of me, Conrad.’

‘Then that makes us even,’ Conrad says as he crosses his arms. He is proud of how badass he sounds, but makes every effort to keep his face cool, passive and apparently unconcerned about the future of the United Kingdom.

King George holds out his hand.

One last time, Conrad tells himself. Then shakes it.

‘Then we have a deal,’ grins George.

‘I’ll need a crew of my choosing.’

‘Which you will get, of course. However I insist on introducing a liaison between the government and yourself. As soon as possible, really.’ He turns to the side, ‘Liz, you can go.’

She nods. ‘I’ll see you again, Commander.’ She winks at Conrad then walks out of the room.

‘I’ve got someone to get you started. You’ll like her. I’ve met her.’

‘Is she here?’

‘Alas, she is not. But I want you up and running as soon as possible, so get I’ve arranged you to meet her to acquire your crew.’

‘Who?’

‘You’ll see,’ the King says with a wry smile.

George gives Conrad details of where to meet his new assistant, and they make their way towards the helicopter.

‘Now,’ George says, ‘Sally can be a handful. She used to provide personal security detail for Priti Patel, and even she found Sally too much.’

‘Yikes,’ Conrad says.

‘Rather. She just needs reigning in. Now, normal rules apply. You’ll be scrubbed of any CCTV, de-linked from the servers and Sally will have a black card for you.’

‘I guess there’s a reason you need me so much.’

‘Once you’re set up, we’ll talk. Tomorrow evening, let’s say. I’ll send you the address.’

A short while later, the helicopter carries Conrad over the estate. King George stands at the edge of the lawn, hands behind his back. The King knows he is taking a risk in giving Conrad supreme control of the United Kingdom. But Conrad would do the right thing and serve his country. Not the King, but the country.

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kokinchi-anon · 4 years

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if you’re taking reqs, would it be fine to request a doodle of ibuki?

Of course!

#ibuki mioda #pinksart #i was getting desperate after the first 6 ibukis #which is why shes wearing a shirt with an X3 on it

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sweetyaoigirl · 3 years

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Hii, could you write an angst/fluff Deidara x Reader where was Dei hurt during a fight and after he was not returning home, reader would go to look for him and then after she found him, she would take care of his injuries.

Yes of course ^^

I hope you enjoy anon <3

Warnings: Blood, cursing, little bit yandere reader

(Also Deidara is a bit tsundere X3)

It was another boring day as usual in the Akatsuki base.

I woke up and the first thing I noticed is that Deidara is missing.

Early mission ? Yeah but he will be fine. I'm just worried about how many people will he blow up again. Actually I'm not. I don't care about the others. I was only invited to the Akatsuki because of my assassin skills.

Even if leader praise me I simply don't care. In my opinion Deidara is the only normal person here.

Also the most important person to me. I took a liking to that evil terrorist man.

Everyone in the base is teasing me about that.

They are even making fun of me that how can I love someone who is smaller than me. (if you are not that tall reader-chan I'm sorry you can read it how you want X3 ) .

Some days I would like to slice their throats open. But I can't do that because of leader. And Deidara would also be not happy about that.

But because of my assassin skills they can't predict my moves since my kunai is pressed against their throats long time ago.

I smile as I prepared my breakfast thinking about flustrated Deidara every time I compliment his art.

His cheeks always turn pink and says that he knows it even without me saying that. He is so cute when he is like that. If only he knew about my little crush towards him. The whole base already knows that but only Dei is the one who is so blind. But it doesn't matter. I ate my breakfast and sat on my bed.

So how should I spend my free day without mission ? I guess I should paint my nails. The color is coming off. I grabbed my nail polish that was on my shelf and I painted my nails f/c.

When it dried off I stood up and admired my painted nails.

Good. I walked my way to Deidara's room and gently opened the door in case some explosion would fly off.

He used to prepare traps because of Tobi.

When I fully opened the door I noticed all the mess on the floor. He was probably in hurry and leaved his room messy. Geez.

I'm bored so I guess I will clean it. I lazily started cleaning room and when I finished I tossed myself on his bed.

He should be grateful. But I can't just lay on the bed the whole day. I should go train for the rest of the day. By that time Deidara should be back. I stood up and go outside.

The weather was nice, ideal for training.

Let's get started.

Timeskip

It was night already so I decided to return to the base. Deidara should be here any minute. I will make him something for dinner. I started preparing food with a smile on my face.

I put a lot of oil in the meat to make it more delicious and when it was finished I placed it on the table with my eyes widened. It was a little burn up but the taste should be fine. In that minute Sasori came to kitchen and looked at the food that was on the plate.

What is that ? Even my puppets wouldn't eat that if they could to. Sasori said as he leaved.

I grabbed a pan and clenched my fist.

I hate to admit it but he's right. I'm not really expert at cooking but I tried. And he is puppet too so what was he trying to say ? Nevermind I will just lay here and wait for Deidara. I made myself comfortable on the chair I was sitting and laid my head on my hands.

Soon I drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke up I rubbed my eyes and noticed Zetsu eating human. Great right in front of me.

Hey ! Did Deidara returned ? I asked the plant creature.

He just ate the human and disappeared without saying anything.

Weird creature. At least answer me.

I will go ask the others about Deidara. Maybe they know something.

After I asked every single member nothing came out of their mouths. What is wrong with them ? I'm pretty sure Deidara already had a birthday. Everyone is acting weird. Even Tobi was silent when I asked him. He is the loudest member of the Akatsuki and he should be worried about Deidara. I mean he is always calling him senpai senpai which is pissing me off but now nothing. No I didn't asked everybody. Leader gave him the mission so he should answer me.

I knocked on his door and no one came off. Maybe he is not here. Just when I wanted to leave the door opened and revealed Pain himself.

Leader can I ask about Deidara's mission ? When will he come back ?

Out of my way. I'm busy. He said in that cold tone in his voice.

Even leader ? What is wrong with them ?

Deidara should be already back. He should be here even sooner since he is using his clay bird. I sneaked into the leader's office to search for the files about Deidara's mission. So 2 days mission huh. He should be back today. I was worrying for nothing. Maybe that's why leader didn't answered me.

He is going to be fine. He is going to be fine. I'm sure of it. But my mind was saying something else. Is he okay ? Or is he already coming back ?

No no calm down Y/N. He is going to be fine. If he won't return today, he should be here early in the morning. I reassured myself.

But all day I thought only of Deidara. I don't have a good feeling about this. I came out of the base and sat next to big rock.

I hugged myself as I continued trembling.

Come back as soon as you can Dei. I closed my eyes and few tears escaped from my eyes.

I woke up at the next day but Deidara was nowhere to be seen.

This is bad. He should be here. Something must happened. I must go save him. But I don't know where he is. What should I do ?

The files...

Of course I just need to read where he is.

I sneaked into the office to read about Deidara's mission.

Near the hidden wind village ? I will be right there. Wait for me Deidara. Just be safe. I packed a bunch of kunai and mini shurikens just in case and run away from the akatsuki base.

I was running for my life to get in here as soon as possible.

Did they outnumbered him ? The wind village is very dangerous place even I know that.

Damn it why is it so far ?! How many days will it took me to get here ? There is nothing I can do about it. I must just run.

Why did leader let Deidara go alone ? Even he knows that it is very dangerous country.

Another timeskip ╰(▔∀▔)╯

I made it in one day. That is incredible. Okay where is Dei ? I noticed someone laying on ground and run up to the it seemed like wounded person.

When I look closely it was Deidara.

T-that's no way. Deidara wake up ! Come on you are not dead are you ? Wake up this is not funny !

Hey....

Don't leave me Dei. I placed my hand on top of his bloody hand.

Are you kidding ? There is no way you can die that easily. I sobbed.

W-who i-is there ? Deidara asked.

It's me Deidara. Y/N. I said now with a smile on my face.

W-wha what a-are you doing here ? He asked weakly.

You were not coming back and I was worried about you. I said.

Y-you came a little late. I can't feel my leg. I don't even know if I still have my leg. Deidara chuckled.

What ? I checked his leg and my eyes widened.

With my eyes I could tell he was stabbed more like twenty times.

His entire leg was covered with his blood.

I can't believe that you survived that. Why didn't you come back ?

T-there were so many of them. I-I'm not asking for your help. He caughed blood from his mouth.

His entire body is covered with nasty wounds.

I will help you stand up Deidara.

W-who asked you to help me hmm ?

I came on my own ! I will help you if you like it or not. I placed his hand around my neck.

Do whatever you want. He said avoiding my gaze.

Is your other leg okay ?

Yeah. I can move freely with my other leg un. B-but I'm not saying thank you.

You don't need to. I'm afraid you will lose more blood if we keep walking the whole time to the base. I should have bring some healing supplies.

Don't talk nonsense. Let's move. I faced death so many times.

But now you have someone who cares about you !

I don't care if someone cares about me or not. Just go away.

Deidara are you okay ? Hey stay with me ! He is losing a lot of blood. There is no chance that he will survive if we keep moving.

Y/N I'm afraid that we will not make it in time to the base.

I have my last words.

What are you saying ? Stop joking.

Tell Sasori danna that my art is better than his.

This is your last words ? You idiot. I smiled at him with tears rolling on my face.

And I want to tell you something too. I always admired you. You are such a fine women un. Too bad I won't see you again.

I will watch over you. Deidara fell on ground.

Stop joking ! You are not dying ! This isn't even like you to say such a nice words to me. Or is it because you are really dying ? I clenched my fists as I fell on my knees.

Don't leave me don't leave me don't leave don't leave me don't leave me !!!! I yelled.

No. I refuse to accept this ! I won't let you die ! I know that you can still survive. We will get to the base in no time.

I ripped a fabric from my shirt and wrapped it around Deidara's leg.

The wince in pain means that he is still alive. Thank Jashin.

We crossed the river and I tried to clean his wounds.

When I saw the wounds that were deep and the blood were escaping from them, I ripped my shirt again many times in order to bandage all the wounds.

I'm glad that I'm wearing my Akatsuki cloak because I used almost the whole shirt for Deidara's wounds.

I panted heavily as I dragged Deidara with me. I couldn't feel my legs but I kept walking. I don't know how many hours are we even walking.

With a lot of breaks and walking I looked up at the two rock platforms.

We are home Deidara. I turned to face the still unconscious Deidara.

I opened his door with my leg and gently laid him on the bed.

I changed his bandages and cleaned his wounds.

Ughhh. He grunted.

It might hurt a little bit but you will be okay. I caressed his cheek and it seemed like he calmed down.

I came to my room to put something on beneath my akatsuki cloak and then I returned to Deidara's room. He was sleeping peacefully so I decided to let him rest.

The next day Deidara finally woke up.

Where am I un ? He asked still sleepy.

In the base. I'm suprised that you woke up so soon. I said.

You ! You bringed me here ?! Alone ? Are you out of your mind ?! Who would go so far for me ?!!

Me. I'm so glad that you are okay. I hugged him tightly.

Ow ow my wounds ! Are you out of your mind ? Who allowed you to hug me un ?!

Sorry I couldn't helped myself. I just want to say welcome back. I said shily.

You are really big idiot going so far for me. He smiled.

Is that true that I'm important to you ? I asked.

What ? What are you saying un ?

You said it. You even said that it's too bad I won't see you again. Do you feel the same like me ? I asked all curious.

Shut up ! I never said something like that. It must be your imagination. I would never say something like that even if I would die. Deidara crossed his arms.

Is that so ? But I remember that you said it. I teased.

Leave me alone ! I would never say such a bullshit.

Right right. I will leave you now. I opened the door my leg already outside but voice stopped me.

Wait ! Maybe what I said is true but don't you dare say it to others you got it un ?!

I smiled at his confession.

Yes don't worry. It will be our secret. I winked at him.

Also.....thank you......for saving me. He tried to hide his blush but I noticed it.

I will never let something bad happen to you ever again Dei.

Shut up ! Just because you are a little bit taller than me doesn't mean that I can't protect you too !

So you would protect me too ?

I-I didn't said that ! Just shut up !!!

#deidara x reader #akatsuki x reader #deidara x you #deidara x y/n #naruto x reader #deidara #tsundere deidara x yandere reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n

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georgiapeachsims · 4 years

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Through The Ages: 1950’s (Lookbook)

James Semper

Hair: Javier Hair by Simstrouble

Hat: Macleod Hat by HappyLifeSims

This is James’ buisness outfit. The goal of a 1950’s business suit was to look like everyone else. Grey was really the only needed color, for buisness dull and understated was the way to go. Men would offend change out of these suits into something more comfortable at the end of the day, often sport coats. So James’ suit is plain and grey. He also wears the fedora/trilby hat, very popular in the 50’s. It’s grey to match his suit. This was the last decade where men would wear hats as a required fashion. He also wears brown oxford shoes.

Shirt: Escale Shirt by Rope’s Workshop

Hat: Tenore Fashion Set by HappyLifeSims

This is a much more causal outfit. Casual clothing, unlike business clothing, actually had color. The 1950’s was the decade where leisure wear became very popular. James wears a collared button up green shirt and bermuda shorts and a brown belt. These shorts reach just above the knee, but wouldn’t be worn without knee socks. That’s why he wears argyle knee socks, one of the most popular bold sock patterns. He wears brown oxfords too. His hat is straw with a bold ribbon.

This is his formal outfit. Men wore a tuxedo for every event after 6. His jacket is single breasted, but double was also popular. He wears oxfords (even if the photo cut them off). I’ll take this hatless opportunity to talk about his hair. His hair is short and simple, as men’s 50’s hair was. Not much to talk about with this outfit.

Alice Semper

Hair: Lady’s MidCurls by Birksche

Dress: Melina Dress by Tukete

Necklace: Classic Pearls x3 by Colores Urbanos

This is Alice’s house dress. While doing house work, women were supposed to look good and put together. It was a shirtwaist dress, the main dress of the decade. Just like all the dresses we’re going to see her wear, it follows Dior’s New Look of 1947. This look saw hemlines drop to the mid calf and the skirts become full. Her dresses is red with a black belt, the skirt being the swing style so common to the New Look. She wears black flats, but could also wear heels. She wears a simple pearl necklace (pearl jewelery was big in the 50’s). She could wear this outfit outside if she threw on gloves and jewelry. Her hair is short, as grown women were expected to have short hair. It’s a soft bob, just as curly as other styles but framed to the face, more versatile and popular than other cuts. Her makeup with this is pretty stereotypically 50’s. Her eyebrows are arched and full. Her eyeshadow is blue to match her eyes and she wears a cat eye. Her rouge is minimal, as rosy cheeks were out. And her lipstick is red. It is worth mentioning that suburban women rarely kept up with makeup trends but Alice has always been trendy! Why stop now?

Lil Darlin Dress by RetroPixels

1949 by Sentate

This the going out dress. It’s less simple than her house dress. The top is not just button up, but the skirt follows the swing style. This could have also been a sheath dress, but I couldn’t find cc for it. A sheath dress is what some of you might know a wiggle dress or a pencil dress. But sticking to this swing dress, it is blue and has a gingham pattern on the skirt. In this outfit, she wears heels and pearl necklace, earrings and bracelet. She also wears white gloves. Her makeup is almost the same, but her lipstick and eyeshadow is pink, another emerging trend of the 50’s.

Top: By Default by JolieBean

Pants: Audrey Pants by Hezza

This is Alice’s most casual outfit. She wears cigarette pants, which were very different from the wide legged, men’s wear inspired pants if the 40’s. Her pants are white, and she wears ur with a red tied collared blouse for a nautical look. Looking European was a desired look in the 50’s, and this outfit shows it. She wears black flats and the same makeup as the first outfit.

Dress: Pierre Balmain Evening

Gloves: Beauty and the Beast Collection by SimpleSimmer

Earrings: 1949 by Sentate

Necklace: 1949 by Sentate

This formal look is my favorite of this whole series. Formal dresses were very feminine and old fashioned during this era. They were inspired off Victorian Era dresses. This is more of an evening ball gown. Ice blue was a very popular color, and strapless gowns were also very popular. They’re were paired with long gloves and statement jewelry. Her earrings match her necklace and are very sparkly. She works slightly darker eyeshadow and looks amazing!

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CC Creators Tagged: @birksche @coloresurbanos @tukete @sentate @retro-pixels @linzlu @blogsimplesimmer @joliebean @hezzasims @simstrouble @happylifesims @simsontherope

This is a collaboration with me and @timeless-simmin

#tta #1950’s #sims history #sims historical #sims #sims 4 #maxis #maxismatch #historical sims #sims royalty #sims story #sims lookbook #sims cc #lookbook #50s

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urslasherbaby · 4 years

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May I request an imagine of the collector about to attack the s/o in her home but, she thinks he's a male stripper for her birthday her friends set up with? Humorous & nsfw-ish x3 😄

Okay, okay, okay... I don’t know who you are but you need to become a producer and start making movies 🤣🤣🤣

(also I know this took a really long time, I’m so sorry)

Rent-A-Booty - The Collector/Asa Emory x Reader and Her Birthday Surprise

In all honesty, you weren’t a big fan of birthdays. Your parents were a bit... overenthusiastic and it never really wound up the way you wanted. Fortunately, as you grew older, you got a lot more control over how many small horses showed up at your party. Unfortunately, as you grew older, you also gained friends--amazing friends--who also had their own ideas of how you should celebrate.

Which is why you are now in the middle of a conversation about how much a stripper would cost.

“Ooh! Ooh! Rent-A-Booty! I totally have enough for their Sexy Deluxe package,” one of the girls, Tori, exclaimed.

“No way, (Y/N) deserves at least the Sexy Premium package,” another friend, Charlotte, added, “Look! It even lets you touch the dancers!”

As your very good, yet very inappropriate, friends continued arguing about pricing, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. You weren’t the prudish type by any means, but that didn’t mean you wanted a strange man gyrating in front of your face.

“Alright, that’s it: executive decision, no stripper,” you insisted. Both of the girls looked up from the laptop in shock.

“(Y/N)! This would be so much fun!”

“Yeah, and the service even lets you do themes! Everything from police officer to movie characters,” Charlotte gushed.

“Oh my god, remember in the ninth grade when you said you had a sex dream about Michael Myers? What if we could make that dream into a very sexy reality?” Tori added.

“First off, it was not a sex dream! We were just making out with some medium to heavy petting. Second off, the amount of tequila I would need to bump and grind with a stripper who looks like a serial killer in front of all of my close friends is inconceivable. No. Stripper.”

Tori and Charlotte slumped their shoulders in disappointment, but ultimately closing the laptop and dropping the matter. You nodded your head contently and everyone decided to head home to prep for the party. Luckily, Charlotte had kicked out her sorority sisters for the night so you had the house to yourselves. Tori had already set up snacks and booze beforehand, so by the time you met up with them, the party was practically in full swing.

Friends from class, people from work, and even a few past roommates all came to wish you a happy birthday. It was a little daunting at first, but having Tori and Charlotte by your side all night definitely helped. Before long, the mood changed from full-blown rager complete to the much more intimate get together you wanted complete with your favorite tequila.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Charlotte began, handing out the fifth round of shots, “Last round before we sing happy birthday, let’s go!”

“No, no, no! You know I hate that dumb song,” you whine.

“Exactly why we saved it for last! One, two, three!”

Hearing a drunken version of a song you already hated would’ve sounded like torture to sober ears, but it filled your heart with nothing but glee. Swaying your head to the beat of the song, you noticed something moving outside the window in front of you. The more you focused, you recognized a white truck posted just across the street. You couldn’t quite tell but the logo on the side had very familiar colors...

Rent-A-Booty.

“Hey, guys... do you have something to tell me?” Tori and Charlotte both looked at each other with wide eyes. Between the whispers and accusatory smacks against the arms, you definitely figured something was up.

“Alright, we may have gotten a small surprise for you. Don’t be mad, we just couldn’t help ourselves!” Tori defended.

“Just wait here, we’ll go grab it for you,” Charlotte finished, grabbing Tori and stumbling out the front door giggling like little kids. You rolled your eyes and took another swig of the tequila they left. You figured you’d need it for what was about to go down.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard heavy footsteps that didn’t sound like either of your friends from down the hall. You smirked and slowly picked yourself up to claim your “surprise”.

Quietly rounding the corner, you got a peek at the guy the girls picked out. It looks like they kept their promise of hiring a true lady killer. He was dressed head to toe in black with a strange black mask covering his face. Funny, you imagined it would be a bit more gimmicky, but the doubt quickly left your mind as you noticed the rest of him. He was certainly big. It looked like he could toss you around the room and you were very curious how those nitrile gloves would feel on your skin. Before you knew it, the prospect of getting down and dirty with a stripper was a lot more appealing. The very idea had your core aching.

So you decided to shoot your shot. Why not? The half a bottle of tequila you drank was already making your skin hot.

“So,” you announced, clearly shocking the man who spun around to face you, “is this the part where I’m supposed to cower in fear and beg for my life?” The stripper cocked his head silently but didn’t approach you.

“Or would you like it more if I ran and hid while you tried to find me?” you pressed further. He still didn’t make a move, but you could tell his breathing was getting heavier. You were definitely having an effect on him. That’s when you noticed he had pulled something out from his side: a small knife. Going method, huh? You took a few steps closer and leaned up to his ear.

“Interesting... planning on cutting me up a bit while you have your fun,” you whispered teasingly, causing a low growl to leave the man’s throat. You couldn’t help but utter a similarly wanton moan.

That’s when he pushed you up against the wall and held you there with a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but reminisce about your dream and it made you all the wetter.

“Oh god... please tell me they paid for the Sexy Premium package,” you said to yourself. The man only squinted his eyes in confusion before pressing the knife further into your neck. It was sharper than you expected but somehow that made it better.

“Fuck if I care,” you sighed and pulled him closer until your lips met in a heated kiss. The stranger was hesitant at first but quickly took control with a level of ferocity that made you whimper. He bit on your bottom lip hard, making you gasp and allowing his tongue inside. Meanwhile, his free hand was already under your shirt and playing with your nipples.

“Fuck, please... touch me,” you begged. The man seemed enthusiastic to oblige and spun you around so your chest was pressed against the wall. You could feel the knife pressed into your back, but your only concern was his hand reaching around and unbuttoning your shorts.

Just as he managed to get them undone, you heard a knock at the door that distracted you for a moment. You immediately elected to ignore it and waited eagerly for your Sexy Premium package. You realized, however, that the small prick you felt earlier was gone, and once you turned around, you saw the stripper was too.

“Goddamn it.”

You went back up front and ripped open the door to find Charlotte and Tori covered in clearly fake blood with a phony scared look on their faces.

“Oh god, (Y/N)! You have to help us! There’s a maniac after us!” Charlotte screamed. Wait a second...

“And he wants you too!” Tori finished. The two girls moved out of the way and revealed a shirtless man with a six-pack and a plastic machete wearing a clown mask. Tori then pulled out her phone and started playing a raunchy club mix. Clownface didn’t waste time to start dancing and gyrating while the girls waited for your reaction.

All you could was smile and nod along while panicking about whoever the hell you were seconds from fucking in the middle of the hall... and when you would get to see him again.

Luckily for you, Asa was watching you all from his truck across the street and was planning on finishing what you two started the moment he got you alone.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #asa emory imagine #the collector imagine #the collector #the collection #requests

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milasartblog · 3 years

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Pajama party (part 4)

Noticing that some girls were "not in their suits" Liya and Anoli immediately closed their boyfriend's eyes while Jeff stood stunned and blushed. Girls looked at them as giggled while Lilith turned to them.

Lilith: Why are you still not in your pajamas?~ It’s not so polite to meet guests like this~

???: Awww, you know how I don’t like to be in clothes.

Lilith: And yet, we have an agreement that in human world you will wear them, Sonya~

Sonya: Doesn’t underwear count as pajama?

Lilith: No~

Sonya: Fine, I will do it.

She snapped her fingers and she was already in her pajama shirt. Girls followed her and in a second they were already dressed up for the party. Anoli and Liya could finally open their boyfriends’ eyes with relief. Lilith smiled as two other demons approached to her.

???: Sorry, Lilith, we couldn’t help not to tease our guests in our suits~

Lilith: That’s okay~ Nymir, Ennor, let me introduce you to my guests~ Liya, Anoli, Chris, Axel and Jeff~

Ennor: Hey, punks~

Nymir: Hello, sweeties~

Chris and Anoli: H-Hello, Ms Nymir and Ms Ennor.

They were blushing, waving back to them while Axel was speechless.

Jeff: H-Hello, ladies.

Liya: Nice to meet you~

Nymir: Same to you all~ And these are our girls: the one who was on the candelier is Sonya, other girls are Iruichi, Ariana, Kira and Nataly~

Iruichi: Hellooooo!~

She waved with excitement while Sonya yawned.

Kira: So this is how your human looks like, Lilith~ Truly handsome and precious~

Jeff's face immediately colored in tomato as Lilith giggled.

Nataly: Umm, h-hi, I'm Nataly. Nice to m-meet you.

Anoli: Hello, I'm Anoli. Nice to meet you too.

Chris: You seem pretty shy unlike your friends.

Ariana: That's because she is the one of the succubi, who feels like this even towards humans~

Chris: Oh, even such thing happens in Hell. I'm Chris.

Ariana: I'm Ariana~ And this is your angel girlfriend Anoli~

Anoli: You can feel my energy?

Iruichi: All demons and angels can do it. However, it's new for us that an angel would join the party. Which is more fun!

Ariana: Hehe, don't mind her, she is an energetic succubi~

Axel: Well, I have noticed it.

Nymir: All these girls have unique personalities~ Anyways, shall we go to the guest room?~

Kira: Party will not start on its own!~

Jeff: But we didn't bring our pajamas.

Liya: Well, that's not a problem~

She snapped her fingers as Axel's clothes changed into pajama. He got surprised while Anoli did the same for Chris and Lilith to Jeff.

Chris: Thanks, Anoli.

Anoli: No problem.

Jeff: Wow, that's pretty one. Thank you, Lilith.

Lilith: My pleasure~ Now, we should change too~

Liya: Yeah~

Anoli: Glad I still have my old comfy one.

And girls's clothes were repkaced to pajamas in a second. Axel and Jeff got immediately blushed by how sexy their girlfriends looked. Chris got blushed too of how cute Anoli looked. Everyone were finally in their pajamas. Girls were amazed of how pretty the crew was.

Iruichi: Woah, you look so cool!

Anoli: Hehe, thanks.

Lilith: Glad you all get along well~ Well, let's go to guest room. It's more comfy and enough space for party~

Iruichi: And with a TV where we can watch anime together!~

She immediately rushed there, like a flash, while Sonya lazily walked there.

Chris: Oh wow, I didn't expect that demons would like something from human realm like anime.

Ennor: If you saw how Hell looks like now, you would be even more surprised~ Now, let's join others!~

And everyone walked to the guest room. It indeed looked comfy and spacious, not as large as the hall, but good for such thing like party. There was a coffee table with all snacks and drinks that Iruichi brought from human realm. There were chips with pepper flavor, some nachos, sweets, marshmallows, cola and soda. There were also TV with DVD player, sofa and chair and a bed for guest, which is now occupied by Sonya. Iruichi was already at the TV. From the kitchen a delicious smell of homemade pizza and hot chocolate flew around the room. Seems like someone prepared an additional dish in case of running out of snacks.

Nymir: So, what would our guests like to do first?~

Jeff: Well, I think we can have a chat to get to know each other and just enjoy party.

Nataly: That's great idea! I-I mean, yeah, we should get to k-know each other first.

Liya: What do you say if me and Axel go to Iruichi, Ariana and Kira, Anoli and Chris to Nataly and Sonya and Lilith and Jeff to Ennor and Nymir?

Axel looked at Kira as got nervous for a moment. Same did Jeff looking at Ennor and Nymir, who were smirking.

Axel: Umm, maybe we better-

Chris: Why not? Then we can take turns, and in such way have a chat with everyone.

Ariana: I'm on it too~

Ennor: Great~ Then let's turn on music and have fun~

Boys got nervous more, hearing such words, and yet to their surprise despite being demons they were actually like any other students who want to have fun and enjoy party. Even angel was surprised after chating with Nataly. Chris couldn't help not to be amazed of how many animes Iruchi had watched. Liya and Axel were also enjoying their time, despite Liya guardining her boyfriend from Kira. Jeff was blushing so much as he was with three hot ladies. Party seemed to go well for now...or did it?

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And that's the next part of the story^^ Seems like things are about to get more interesting x3

Anoli, Liya, Axel, Ariana, Kira, Nataly, Sonya and Iruichi belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Lilith belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

Jeff, Chris, Nymir and Ennor belong to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

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clownsgobeepbeep · 4 years

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:* Adult Ula

Some far-future uncle Vespers X3

Usually, the weekends were somewhat busy for Ula. The exception was of course Sunday, one of the days she closed her public cafe.

Today was a Saturday however, and Ula’s day was still not over. It was the afternoon, just an hour more to go. The day was the slightest bit tougher, this being because she insisted to take the youngest of her kids to work; the slow day being what softened that.

“Dahlia, can you give that to mommy please?” Ula smiled at her infant, the latter smiling while shaking her head, lips sealed tight. “Please Dahlia? Can you give the lime back to mommy?”

Dahlia shook her head, her mother lowering her head with a sad nod.

“Okay then.” Ula brought her hands up to her face, covering herself before quietly releasing false sobs. “Mommy’s sad because Dahlia won’t give her the lime.”

The baby stared at Ula as her smile started to die down, a new sadness coming upon the realization that she made her mother sad. So, Dahlia opened her mouth, allowing a lime to roll out onto her lap.

“Wow, she really put that in her mouth?” a voice asked from behind after a ell rang, making Ula and Dahlia turn to see a guest with unique white hair.

“I’m just glad she didn’t eat it.” Ula grabbed some napkins to both grab the saliva-covered lime and wipe Dahlia who stared at the approaching man in awe. “What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to pay a little visit.” Vespers shrugged with a smile, leaning down a bit to be face to face with Dahlia who was sitting at the register. “Hi there Dahlia, you treating your mom alright?”

Dahlia gave a giggle in response, then reaching her hands out to Ula who now held her against her chest.

“How have you been uncle?” Ula ruffled Dahlia’s hair while Vespers looked around, noticing the place was empty.

“Pretty well, nothing to complain about.” Vespers replied before bringing his hand up, now placing a paper bag on the counter. “I kind of lied about why I came here. I came to deliver these.”

“Deliver?” Ula blinked at the bag before Vespers pulled out a baby onesie, one of the sleeves much shorter than the other.

“Your mom asked me to make these for Frankie, though I already had some in the works before that.” Vespers mentioned as he flipped the onesie around, showing a cute dinosaur on it. “And I heard that Frankie loves dinosaurs already.”

“He does.” Ula cooed at the onesie, feeling it with one hand as she looked at how adorable it was, and of course thoughtful. “Oh, uncle Vespers. I’m so happy you made these.”

“It’s no problem, I saw you guys using pins for his sleeve and thought I’d help a bit.” Vespers smiled with a tiny shrug, then feeling Ula grab his face before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m really grateful for this.” she said, practically teary eyed before she put the onesie back in the back. “I have to pay you back somehow.”

“Oh no, it’s perfectly alright.” Vespers shook his head. “Frankie’s my...great? Grand? He’s my nephew. And, your mom paid me...more than enough.”

“I see.” Ula quietly chuckled before shrugging. “At least let me make you something.”

“Ula, it’s alright.”

“And you should at least see Frankie wearing one of the onesies.” Ula insisted, making Vespers sigh before nodding with a smile. So, he followed behind Ula until they were on the other side of the counter and in the back where a movie could be heard playing.

Vespers saw a corner filled with things fit for a child, just like the room Jelly made for Ula in her building long ago, that one still standing. There he saw a beanbag being occupied by none other than Frankie who lay on it, hand on his belly while he attentively watched Alice in Wonderland. On either side of his bean bag was an axolotl, these being Mana and Kala who lifted their heads to look at those coming in.

“Frankie.~” Ula called out to the infant who leaned his head back, seeing the world from an upside down perspective. “Look who came to visit.”

“Hi Frankie.” Vespers greeted the baby who stared at him quite curiously, watching as Vespers pet Mana who was no doubt excited to see somebody else.

“Now, I’m going to leave Dahlia here if it’s alright with you. I’m heading to the kitchen and I don’t want her putting anything in her mouth.” Ula set the baby down on a different beanbag while Vespers nodded. “Make yourself at home.”

“I will.” Vespers chuckled to himself, crouching down to be at Frankie’s level.

Frankie stared at Vespers for a moment, merely blinking at him before reaching his little arm out.

Vespers smiled before carefully grabbing Frankie, letting the little one curl up against his chest.

"You didn’t like the arm Cosmos made for you, huh?” Vespers rubbed his finger on Frankie’s cheek, feeling as the latter leaned into his touch. “But that’s okay, I made you some clothes I hope you like.”

Frankie’s eyes widened just the slightest bit as he once again looked up at Vespers, little hand clutching onto the latter’s jacket.

“You wanna see one?” Vespers asked, reaching over to grab of the garments from the nearby bag. “Look, this one’s just a shirt.”

He presented the small shirt to Frankie, the baby releasing Vespers to reach out to the shirt which he felt.

His eyes soon landed on the sleeve that was shorter than the other, then turning to look down at his clothed stump which made it click in his mind. Frankie grabbed the shirt and put it against his chest, almost as if he were hugging it.

Vespers watched him with adoration, soon feeling as Frankie hugged him as best as possible before Vespers returned the embrace.

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krat395 · 2 years

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Integral Brother-Sister Bonding (Chapter 2)

Bastian really does love his adopted human sister, Izzy but has difficulty showing her that he does. :( If only there was something Izzy could do to help him feel more comfortable around her… ;)

Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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INTEGRAL BROTHER-SISTER BONDING

Chapter 2: Tickles For Big Bunny Bro :)

Bastian was both nervous and excited. Any minute now, he'll be bonding with Izzy, his younger adopted sister that he thinks he has a crush on. His heart was racing, he was sweating profusely underneath his fluffy fur, his nose and ears were twitching, and his entire body was all tensed up just at the mere thought of speaking to the little human girl herself. But then suddenly, he remembered how Izzy is with Bekah and Bebe and became slightly less nervous as a result. Izzy treats both Bekah and Bebe with nothing but love and respect and after everything Heidi just told him about Izzy's desire to bond with him, he can't think of any reason for her not to do the same with him. Izzy loves her adopted sisters with all her heart. And Bastian himself as well, according to Heidi. Though Bastian won't be 100% sure of that until after actually bonding with Izzy herself, which he started doing roughly ten minutes after his mother left his bedroom. ;)

Izzy: (*gulp* Ok… Ok, Izzy, you got this… Everything's going to go great! Just show him what's in this bag and he'll know…) *thought Izzy both nervously and excitedly to herself moments before knocking on the door of Bastian's bedroom with her right hand while holding a bag with a blue and pink striped box containing an assortment of tickling tools in her left (one q-tip, one paintbrush, the blue feather from the previous night, one fork, and one non-electric toothbrush)*

Upon hearing Izzy knocking, Bastian stood up, walked over to his door, and let her in. And just as he hoped she would, Izzy changed out of the pink and blue striped long-sleeve shirt she had on earlier and into one of her usual pink and blue striped tank tops, pleasing him greatly as a result, enough to make him blush red and wag his short fluffy tail. X3 Then when he looked down at the floor for a brief moment, initially to avoid making eye contact with Izzy because he was embarrassed that he had blushed, he was even more pleased to see that she had also removed her shoes and socks. Another thing worth mentioning about Bastian is that he's quite fond of Izzy's feet and feet in general (leans more towards female feet). Though especially Izzy's feet! And Bastian's very fortunate because it seems that no matter what season it is, Izzy prefers roaming the inside of her home and friends' homes with bare feet and every time he sees those soles and toes of hers as she flaunts her feet about, his heart just melts and is probably the reason why he feels he has a crush on her. He likes her feet! X3 Especially when she flaunts them about in a pair of dark blue jeans, which she just so happens to be wearing at this very moment! ;) And almost as much as he likes having his own feet tickled! And if Bastian could, he would tell Izzy about his fondness for her feet. But he can't because he's too embarrassed, embarrassed by what he thinks that Izzy might think of him if he tells her about his fondness for her feet as well as his supposed crush on her. That and he's never relaxed enough around her to tell her anything too personal about himself. Hmm… if only there was a way for Izzy to help Bastian feel more relaxed around her and possibly open up to her about the things he's too embarrassed to tell her. ;)

Izzy: H-hi, Bastian; big bunny bro. *said Izzy, a little nervously but with her usual cute and friendly smile*

Bastian: ………H-hey, I-Izzy. …H-Hi. *said Bastian nervously in response, refusing to make eye contact with Izzy while blushing and wagging his rabbit tail and staring at her bare feet while she herself was curling her toes against his bedroom's carpet*

Upon witnessing Bastian staring at her feet and blushing while doing so, Izzy decided that it might be best for her to start doing whatever it is that might help her fluffy brother himself feel more relaxed around her.

Izzy: Ehehehehehehe. So, uh, Bastian, ehehehehehe, while I was bonding with Mom last night, she, um, happened to… tell me something I could do that might help make you feel more comfortable around me.

Bastian: W-what? She did? *asked Bastian, still blushing but now looking directly at Izzy* W-what did she t-tell you to do? W-what are you g-going to do n-now that you're h-here, I-Izzy?

Izzy: Ehehehehehe. Oh, big bunny bro… *said Izzy, grabbing a box out of her bag* The same thing Mom and I did to each other last night. *she answered, smiling and giggling while setting her box of tickling tools on his bed and opening it for Bastian to see*

Bastian perked up the moment he saw Izzy's box, because he has a similar box inside the top drawer of his dresser (a teal and turquoise striped box rather than a pink and blue striped box like Izzy's), but he didn't say anything to Izzy herself until he was absolutely sure of what was inside her box. But Bastian did more than simply talk to Izzy once he saw that she indeed had a Q-tip, paintbrush, feather, fork, and non-electric toothbrush inside her box though. Once he saw her box's contents, he fully realized what she was intending to do and got so excited that he screamed and shouted both loudly and enthusiastically and frolicked around his bedroom with glee; the most emotion he's ever deliberately shown in front of Izzy. X3 The young rabbit boy simply couldn't contain his excitement and due to how fast he changed emotions in front of Izzy, Izzy herself felt as if someone had flipped a switch on him. The shy boy she was talking to moments ago had disappeared and in his place was an overly energetic and enthusiastic boy that was clearly excited about what she had in store for him. Bastian loves being tickled so much and before sitting on his bed in an upright position with a backrest pillow behind him and enough room for Izzy to sit comfortably at the foot of his bed in a cross-legged position directly in front of him, he grabbed his box of utensils from the top drawer of his dresser and gave it to Izzy herself. But before explaining his reason for giving Izzy his box of utensils after seeing that she already had her own, he first exclaimed to her while showing off his snow white soles and wiggling and splaying all six of his toes and giggling,

Bastian: My feet! My feet! Tickle my feet! Please, please tickle my feet! Please! Heeheeheeheeheehee!

��Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! *giggled Izzy in response, adoring her fluffy brother's reactions as she proceeded to sit down right next to his feet on the mattress of his bed* Oh my goodness, Bastian! Heeheeheeheehee! Wow, you must really love being tickled, huh?

Bastian: Heeheeheeheehee! Yeah! It's the best! I can never get enough of it! And neither can Mom, Dad, Bekah, and Bebe! They all love being tickled too! But me the most! Heeheeheeheehee; and what about you? Do you love being tickled too, "little human sis" (heh, doesn't quite have the same ring to it as "big bunny bro.")?

Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! I do. Though probably not as much as you do, big bunny bro, and I will gladly give those tootsies of yours what they deserve. But before I do, I have to ask, why did you grab me your QPFFT box after clearly seeing that I've got mine all "primed and ready for action?"

Like Harriet's family, where the children get bags of feathers once they reach a certain age, Heidi's family has their own little family tradition of when children acquire tickle tools. In Heidi's family, once her children reach a certain age, she and her husband give them their very own QPFFT (Q-tip, Paintbrush, Feather, Fork, Toothbrush) box, which is a box containing their family's signature tickle tools and the outside of it is the colors of their favorite striped shirts. Bastian, being the oldest of the biological children, was the first to acquire such a box. Then after Bastian, Izzy, who Heidi, in hopes of one day adopting her, made a QPFFT box for after hearing so much about her and her love of tickling from Brad in the Underground and held onto it for her for safekeeping until the day she tickled her for the very first time (last night) and one month after meeting her and adopting her. And when Bekah and Bebe are old enough, they'll receive their very own QPFFT boxes as well. ;)

Bastian: Heeheeheeheehee! To give you even more tools to tickle me with! And here's how I'd like you to tickle me, little human sis…

Bastian then went on to explain to Izzy how he'd like her to tickle his feet. For 21 minutes (a lucky number of minutes of tickles for an adorable pair of lucky rabbit feet, hehe), he'd like her to tickle his feet with all of the tickle tools from her QPFFT box in addition to her fingers and only use the utensils from his QPFFT box during those moments he wants his feet tickled by more than one tool of the same type, i.e. two Q-tips, two paintbrushes, two feathers, two forks, or two toothbrushes at once. "What's better than being tickled by one Q-tip, paintbrush, feather, fork, or toothbrush? Being tickled by two Q-tips, paintbrushes, feathers, forks, or toothbrushes!" :D That's always Bastian's view on being tickled by his family's signature tickle tools and many of his ticklers, family or non-family, can't help but agree with him. :) And nothing makes Bastian happier than having both of his feet tickled at once by two QPFFT tools of the same type immediately after having one foot at a time tickled by a single QPFFT tool. And that's exactly what he'd like Izzy to do with every QPFFT tool and her fingers for 18 minutes of the 21 minutes she spends tickling his feet, and in three-minute intervals for every tool and her fingers; one minute of focusing SOLEly on his right foot with a single tool or one set of fingers, then one minute of focusing SOLEly on his left foot with a single tool or one set of fingers, and then one minute of focusing on both of his feet with two QPFFT tools of the same type or both sets of fingers. And then for the last three minutes, he'd simply like her to just go nuts mixing and matching the tools at her disposal and her fingers. Awfully specific of Bastian but necessary to explain to Izzy because he knows better than anyone how he wants to be tickled by a cute little girl such as herself; and Izzy didn't mind listening to everything he had to say one bit, and not just because she's a little sweetheart that loves spending time with her adopted family but also because it was the most he had ever talked to her in all of the time she's known him. X3 She simply loved hearing his voice and the excitement in his voice as he explained to her what he wanted her to do. And if all continues to go well with him during the next while, she'll likely hear more of it with every passing day. ;) Also, this will be Bastian's first time being tickled by a human. That's right, when Harriet cared for Brad during his time in the Underground, he never once tickled Bastian! He would've, if he had ever been given the chance to meet the young rabbit boy himself! Harriet and her three biological children were so secretive of Brad's existence, since caring for humans as one of their own was illegal at the time, that they didn't tell anyone about him! Not even their other relatives! Well, no one except for Heidi, who Harriet and her children trust with their lives. But they did eventually work up enough courage to tell their other relatives though but before they could tell any of them, Brad had been discovered and captured. :( But he's back now! And now that he's back and has taken enough time to adjust to his new life on the Surface, he can tickle Bastian as much as he wants. X3 But not until after Izzy has some fun with him first! ;)

Bastian: Heeheeheeheehee! So… got all of that, Izzy? *asked Bastian, smiling giddily and teasingly wiggling his toes as he giggled the most precious of giggles*

Izzy: Heeheeheehee! Yes, I believe I do, big bunny bro. But before I start doing everything you told me to do, may I please do a real quick tickle with my fingers? *asked Izzy innocently, melting Bastian's heart X3* Real quick! Just to get an idea of how ticklish they are! *she then promised, feeling Bastian might get annoyed if she doesn't start with the Q-tip like he asked her to do*

Bastian: Pffffffff… Eeheeheeheehee! *Bastian suddenly burst into adorably precious giggles, just at the mere thought of Izzy tickling his feet* Oh heck yes! Heeheeheeheeheehee! Yes, by all means, go ahead and do that! Heeheeheeheehee! Oh man, I'm giggling just thinking about it! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!

Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! Yes, you are. And it's really cute too! Cute just like you! And your lucky rabbit feet, which are insanely ticklish according to Mom! *said Izzy, making Bastian blush red* And when am I gonna start tickling them, hmm… I don't know… *she then said teasingly, purposely pausing for two seconds before lightly scribbling her left hand fingers up and down the snow white sole of Bastian's right foot, tickling him and eliciting the most frantic and precious of laughs*

Bastian: PFFFHAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOSH, YEHEHEHES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH IT TICKLES SO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! BUT I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE IT A LOHOHOHOHOT!!! EEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE!!!

Light scribbles! Light finger scribbles against the sole of just one of his lucky rabbit feet and Bastian was in stitches within one second! Just one second! XD He has insanely ticklish feet! Heidi informed Izzy that Bastian's feet were insanely ticklish last night and Izzy herself was so pleased to find out that she indeed wasn't lying to her. Right of the bat, Izzy could tell how ticklish her brother's feet are and as she tickled his right foot, she had this big smile across her face and couldn't stop giggling to save her own life. Bastian's laughter was so infectious and it got even more infectious once Izzy shifted her fingers over to his left foot, which is slightly more ticklish than his right. ;)

Bastian: EEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HYAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! REEHEEHEEHEEALLY GREHEHEHEAT, IZZY!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Izzy: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee! Thanks, big bunny bro! Couldn't let your left foot go without any quick tickles! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! And I can already tell that it's a little more ticklish than your other foot! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!

Izzy adored Bastian's reactions to the tickles. Laughing, smiling, squealing, wiggling and splaying his toes, and twitching his nose and ears the moment Izzy's fingers started wiggling against his immensely sensitive soles; Bastian just plain melted her heart. X3 And that was all just from lightly scribbling her fingers against his immensely sensitive soles! And with those observations in mind, she's even more excited to find out how he'll react to all of the different QPFFT tools and faster and harder scribbles from her fingers; as well as how he'll react once she starts tickling his toes. ;)

Bastian: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! IT SUHUHUHURE IS!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! AND I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! *rabbit oinks and honks, indicating to Izzy that he's happy* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Rabbit oinks and honks! X3 Just when Izzy started to think that Bastian couldn't act any cuter, he goes off and makes noises like that of an actual rabbit animal! And they sounded just like the noises her beloved pet rabbit used to make. X3 His name was Basil and like Bastian (and Harvey and Benny), he had all-white fur. And also like Bastian, he loved having his feet touched, unlike most rabbit animals. And Izzy loved him with all her heart and gave him four of the best years of his life before he died of cancer sometime before Izzy climbed Mt. Ebott and had her soul taken from her.

Izzy: *gasp* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh my gooooosh, Bastian! *squealed Izzy with delight, prompting her to stop tickling Bastian and pet his head, ears, and cheeks* Those noises you just made!

Bastian: (Eeeeeeeeee! Holy carrot cupcakes, she's petting me! She's petting me! And it's even better than Imagined! X3) *thought Bastian in response to Izzy's loving affection, a long-awaited fantasy of his finally becoming a reality* Mmmmmmmmmm~ Hmm? Mmmmmmmm~ Oh! W-what about them, Izzy? *he then asked as casually as possible, moments before oinking and honking some more and licking Izzy's left hand as she pet him, which is another thing rabbits do to show affection X3*

Izzy: *gasp* Eeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheeheeeeeee! *Izzy squealed even more and giggled, her heart melting at the sight and feeling of Bastian licking her left hand* Bastian, oh my goooooosh, you're doing things my Basil used to do!

Bastian: Mmmmmm~ Basil? *asked Bastian confusedly in between licks* Oh, that feels so nice! *he then said to Izzy, expressing his love of her petting him even more*

Izzy: Yeah, Basil, my pet rabbit. I've told you about him, haven't I? *asked Izzy, right as she stopped petting Bastian for the time being*

Bastian: Hmm… Oh! Oh yeah, you have! I… I remember now! Man, Izzy, I know it might not have seemed like it at the time, but I really was sorry to hear about what happened to him! *said Bastian, feeling bad for not expressing much emotion the first time Izzy told him about Basil*

Izzy: I know you were, big bunny bro. Don't worry. *said Izzy, cuddling up next to her brother off to his right and hugging him* I know how hard it was for you to express emotion in front of me… heeheeheehee, before today.

Bastian: Heh; hehe, yeah. *said Bastian in response, blushing red once again* Funny how my behavior changed once you showed me your QPFFT box, wasn't it?

Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! It kinda was, yeah. Heeheehee!

Bastian: Hehe. Guess maybe you should've tickled me sooner then, sis. *said Bastian cheekily, right before licking and tickling Izzy's cheeks as a means of showing her some more affection*

Izzy: Pffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Ohohoh, heeheeheeheehee, I wahahahahahanted to, big bunny brohohoho!! Heeheeheeheehee!!!! Beeheeheelieve me!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!! *giggled Izzy in response to Bastian's "kisses," prompting her to tickle his stomach briefly to make him stop*

Bastian: PFFFFFHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! YAHAHAHAY, HAHAHAHAHAHA, MOHOHOHORE TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Izzy didn't actually mind Bastian's "kisses" one bit but she didn't want him tickling her while she was trying to tell him something, hence why she tickled his stomach to make him stop. Then after tickling his stomach, she scooted away from him a little and then lifted up his shirt and rubbed his belly until she finished saying everything she wanted to say to him before moving back over to his feet. And Bastian loved having his belly rubbed too! Izzy wasn't sure if he would since most rabbits generally don't like having their bellies touched. But then she remembered… Bastian's a rabbit monster, not a rabbit animal, and if he loves having his feet touched, then chances are that he loves having his belly touched as well, which he does. :D And that's something that really pleases Izzy because Bastian's fluffy belly fur feels immensely soft to the touch, almost like silk against her palms and fingers as well as in between her fingers and almost as soft as boss monster fur. ;)

Bastian: Mmmmmmmmmmmm~ Oh, wow. Mmmmmmmmmmmm~ Wow, Izzy. Mmmmmmmmmmmm~ *more rabbit oinks and honks*

Izzy: Heeheeheehee! Oh, you cute rabbit boy. *cooed Izzy, lovingly rubbing her fluffy brother's belly* Heeheeheehee; my, what a soft, fluffy belly you have... Heeheeheeheehee!

Bastian: Mmmmmmmmmm~ Oh, I know~ Mmmmmmmmmm~ Super soft and fluffy~ Mmmmmmmmmm~ Just the way I like it~ Mmmmmmmmmmm~ *more rabbit noises*

Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! *Izzy just giggled in response, before resuming her and Bastian's conversation* Alright, so as I was saying… I wanted to tickle you sooner, big bunny bro, but didn’t because I felt that I needed to wait until after I got to know you a bit better first. …Oh, if only I had known that tickling you was the very thing I needed to do in order to get to know you better, Bastian. Well, that and petting you… and constantly telling you how adorable you are. Heeheeheeheeheehee! Oh, you're so cute, you're so cute, you're so cute! *she cooed to him all of a sudden, tickling his fluffy belly now rather than rubbing it and underneath his teal and turquoise shirt rather than on the outside of it* Heeheeheehee!

Bastian: PFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! *Bastian laughed frantically, wiggling lightly while enjoying every passing second of belly tickles from Izzy* YEHEHEHEHEHES, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA, THREEHEEHEEHEE OF MY FAVOHOHOHORITE THINGS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOH I LOHOHOHOVE BEEHEEHEEING TICKLED SO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND DO BE SUHUHUHURE TO TIHIHIHICKLE MY FEEHEEHEEHEET AGAIN SOOHOOHOON, IZZY!!! HAHAHHAAHHAHHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! BECAUSE, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, BECAUSE THEHEHEY'LL BRING YOU GOOHOOHOOD LUHUHUHUCK IF YOU DO, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, MAYBE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!

Izzy: Heeheeheeheehee! Lucky rabbit feet! Nice one, Bastian! *Izzy commented, right as she stopped tickling Bastian for the time being and scooted down towards his feet; still off to his right but now sitting in an upright position with her backside near the foot of his bed, her arms behind her back to help keep herself upright, and her legs straight out and crossed at the ankles (left over right), giving him a remarkable view of her soles and toes in her jeans* Heeheeheeheehee! And I think you might be right about that too! And when am I going to tickle them? Hmm… I don't know……… *she teased, purposely pausing in place and doing nothing but flaunting her bare feet a little and smiling giddily at the thought of giving her brother's feet the thorough tickling they so rightfully deserve*

Bastian: (Heeheeheeheehee! Oh you little tease! You better not wait too long there or else it's your feet that are gonna get tickled… your very, very cute feet, oh my god…) *thought Bastian to himself, blushing red at the sight of Izzy's bare feet as she flaunted them a little while smiling*

TO BE CONTINUED…

#undertale tickle #undertale tickling #feet tickling #bunny rabbit #rabbit boi #integrity soul #brother sister

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timetoresurface · 5 years

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AU PAIR (2) / PJM

au pair a young foreign person, typically a woman, who helps with housework or childcare in exchange for food, a room, and some pocket money.

Word: this is my first try and therefore my best try yet, cursive is real life English and all other dialogue happens in Korean Pairing: reader x Jimin Genre: fluff, romance, meet cute (x3) Warnings: none Word count: 2972 words Summary: you working as an au pair in Seoul where you entertain and teach English to a cute Korean girl who happens to be a huge BTS fan

PART 1

“Did you have fun today?” You asked Young Mi which only resulted in her crying harder. Ever since you had left the building to the parking lot she had started to cry. You noticed an ice cream truck at the other side of the road. You picked her up and carried her over to the truck.

“Can I have one cone with chocolate and banana? Also one with…” you expectedly looked at Young Mi who’s tears started to fade.

“Mint chocolate.” She sniffed. You thanked and payed the seller and started walking toward the side of the road.

The sun was shining hard against the pavement and you felt your ice cream melt under the glowing sun. Mimi sat on the ground licking her mint chocolate treat. It won’t be long before she grows out of this crying childlike behavior and would start to blossom into an independent teen. The thought kind of hurt your feelings. How long were you going to stay in this family? When will they notice that their little girl isn’t a little girl anymore? What will you do when that happens? Go back home?

“Y/N! Your dripping your ice cream all over me.” Mimi cried out loud and you entered the real world again where the young Mimi still needed you.

“I’m sorry, Young Mi, I was just thinking about our dance routine. I don’t think I fully remember it. Maybe you can show me once more?” Some people might say white lies are also lies, and yes most of the time you do agree, but somethings are better left unsaid. We’re both aware of our short time together, so we both kind of try to ignore it and enjoy our time as much as we can.

“It is not that difficult, Y/N. You just have to move your foot like this.” With the almost forgotten ice cream in her right hand, she showed you the moves. You followed her lead and started to dance with her. Mistakes were made and some ice cream might have been spilled, but the laughs that bursted out of the both of you were real, and to any outsider heartwarming.

“I think this might be easier with music.” You said after a while. “But first we should throw away our ice cream as we’re barely eating them.” Young Mi agreed and took your ice cream to the trash can while you searched for your phone. A smile crept on your face as you remembered Jimin taking it from your hands. He really did that, you know. With the grin still on your face because of the fresh new memories, you put on DNA by BTS, yours and Mimi’s favorite song and most rehearsed dance routine.

You both stood next to each other when the music started playing. Young Mi wore the cutest ‘concentration face’ and you couldn’t help but adore her even more because of it. The first moves were a bit off but you managed to get back in to the rhythm. It was no secret that you were no dancer. Hell, before Mimi you hadn’t even danced before not counting the hip swinging in clubs or the head banging at concerts. She really had the talent to make you do things you didn’t even want to do but in the end loved doing.

When you were finished you carried Mimi on your back while the sweat was dripping from your hair to your back. She happily cried in your ear while you took her to a bit of shadow. You were both overheated and you didn’t want to get a sunstroke or worse, a sunburn.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t expect you were the dancing kind.” A voice behind you said. You immediately put Mimi down and turned around to the person who the beautiful voice belonged to. His voice was like honey to your ears, like his voice was meant to make you feel a little bit weaker in the knees and lighter in the head. You could blame it on the dancing or the warm sun but he definitely played a part in you being out of breath and blushing like the reddest tomato in the world.

“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” His eyes widened in surprise, like he didn’t expect you to have a comeback.

“I can’t disagree with you as we only met today in a very crowded room.”

“A very crowded room filled with children and people screaming your name, if I might add. So I guess it was really hard for you to focus on me and my hidden talents.”

“It wasn’t really difficult to be honest.” A blush found its way on his face and you couldn’t help but smile. The color reminded you of the cherry blossoms that were everywhere in Seoul. “Not that I was stalking you or anything. I just think you’re different from the others and you caught my eye.” He tried to explain himself, how cute.

“Well, as you might have noticed, I’m not Korean so I usually don’t blend in that easily. So that’s why you didn’t find it hard to focus on me.”

Just a little side note. You didn’t say the above because you are insecure or think little of yourself. You really do love yourself and all your little flaws that come along with you being you. The problem is that you just can’t believe a guy like him thinks you stand out in a crowd. Like you’re a splash of color in a black and white world he’s trying to understand. You just decided that he was friendly and he tried everything in his power to make you feel at ease. Jimin really was a kind soul and him explaining himself only proved his considerate and compassionate side.

“No! That’s not it.” His hand went to his hair and he brushed his fingers through it. “I just think you are really beautiful. And not because you are not Korean, but because your smile definitely lit up the room. Or it at least did for me.” His hand was still in his hair as he awkwardly smiled. Young Mi coughed next to us, and for a second I forgot she was even there. So had Jimin apparently, as he immediately put his hand down into the pockets of his black jeans.

“Thank you, that is obviously the best compliment a girl can get. The only problem is that I now feel obligated to smile more whenever you’re close, when the only thing I seem to be able to do around you is blush.” Of course this was said with a huge blush on your face but he didn’t seem to mind. The contrary, it almost felt like he was looking rather fondly at you.

His phone started to make noise and he urgently took the call while you and Young Mi awkwardly looked at each other. He mumbled some words while turning away from us. You stumblingly tried to flatten out your t-shirt as it had gotten some wrinkles by carrying Mimi while being sweaty. The moment you two just shared was over and you were more than ready to enter the real world again. A world where Jimin had never looked at you like that and your heart hadn’t skipped a beat whenever he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry, I have to go now. We still have some things to take care of.” The look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher so you just smiled.

“Yes of course, you are busy. Please don’t be late because of us. Until our next awkward meet, Jimin.” You bowed and took Mimi’s arm while guiding the both of you toward your car.

“Third time is the charm, isn’t it? Until next time.” He yelled after you and you couldn’t resist to turn your head to catch a last glimpse of the boy who could so easily steal your heart if he really wanted to.

You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The way his eyes lit up every time he smiled at you or how his hand had nervously ruffled through his blond hair. The cotton pink blush on his cheeks. The way his t-shirt had lifted a little bit while waiving you and Young Mi goodbye. The boy really did know how to make an impression.

A couple of days had passed and life continued like it had before meeting Jimin. You didn’t expect to see him again. Well, maybe at a concert with Mimi or something, but never as close as you were just a week ago. The thought saddens you heart but you had other things to worry about.

“Y/N where is my blue pajama? Have you seen it?” As usual Mimi transported you back in to the real world of an au pair. Constantly obeying the kid’s needs and wishes. Young Mi wasn’t really needy but when she really wanted something, she could be a huge pain in the ass. You sat on the floor searching through al her clothes looking for the one blue pajama.

“Can’t you just wear the cute yellow one with ruffles?” You desperately asked as you couldn’t find the little blue clothing item. The look Mimi made was enough to continue searching and never ask such a dumb thing in the future.

“I need the blue one as Mi-hi will wear a pink pajama, Sook will wear something yellow, so I really want to wear blue.” She went into a frenzy explaining why she needed the blue one because all the other girls had different colors. When you were younger it didn’t really matter what color your pajama was, as long as you brought the best DVD or CD with you. Times change and so does young girl behavior.

“You will keep looking through these clothes, try not to make too much of a mess, and I will go and check the laundry room.” We both shook hands and continued with our quest. The laundry room was your least favorite room in the house because it reminded you of home. This family used the same fabric softener as your mom and even though everyones clothes smelled like it, the room always brought you back home.

As expected, as soon as you opened the door you were greeted by the familiar smell of lavender. Ignoring the guilty feeling of not having called your mom today, you look through the neatly folded laundry you had forgotten to take with you. A sigh left your lips when you recognized the blue pajama Mimi was talking about. Luckily for you freshly washed just yesterday.

“I got your blue pajama’s.” A high pitched scream echoed through the house. Young mi found its way toward you and quickly pulled the blue clothes out of your hands.

“Thank you so much Y/N. I will never forget this.” If you hand’t noticed already, she has a bit of a dramatic personalty. Which perfectly matched your more down to earth kind of vibe. You balance each other out.

“You are welcome but we really have to go now if you don’t want to be late to your sleepover.”

“Yes, I only need to pack this pajama and then I’m ready to go. Give me a minute.”

And as she said, she was almost ready by the door in under 5 minutes. You were still putting on your shoes which resulted in a scolding look from an eleven year old. “I’m trying the best I can Young Mi, no need to give me such a look.” She sometimes forgets that I’m supposed to be the boss, teacher, older person in this friendship and so you have to remind her from time to time. It has nothing to do with disrespect but it was her dramatic, emotional side that sometimes won over the rational, respectful side.

“I’m sorry noona.”

“It is fine sweetie, but don’t try any of this behavior at the sleepover. The mother will most definitely call me if you are misbehaving.” She respectfully nodded and you ventured outside with a little wounded girl.

As mentioned before you lived in a spectacular penthouse in one of Seoul’s most expensive towers. There is only one building more luxurious and that’s where you were headed just now. Mi-Hi is Young Mi’s best friend and also the most popular (and richest) girl at their school. How you show yourself to the outside world had to be perfect. So you had brushed out your hair and wore your favorite dress especially for the occasion.

You both had decided to walk toward the sleepover. It’s a 10 minute walk in one of the better neighborhoods in Seoul but you still held Mimi’s hand. She had the tendency to run toward dogs, birds, cats and sometimes other children. Every time I try to explain Young Mi to people (my family and friends back home) I usually just say she is a loose cannon. You never know what she’s going to do or say. And as much as you love her personalty, it could be very difficult to babysit her. The first week as her au pair was a living hell as you never really had taken care of such a free spirited kid before.

Nevertheless, you both had found a way to make this work. After a month together it felt like you had known each other your whole life. Maybe that’s why it is so hard to let her go. You had entered the building safely and talked to the receptionist. He greeted Young Mi with a huge smile on his face and told us to take elevator number five. You did as you were told and as Mimi stepped out of the elevator leaving you all alone, you felt a little bit empty inside. Young Mi sensed my hollowness and smiled, waived and did a thumbs up until the elevator closed again leading me all the way downstairs.

Instead of going back down the elevator shot up to the top floor. You felt a little uneasy as you didn’t look the part of being someone who could afford a place here. You did look exceptionally great today but that still didn’t mean you looked like a billionaire’s wife.

The doors opened and you lowered your head afraid to attract attention of the single man entering. Your gaze was kept low but you couldn’t resist a quick glance toward his muscular frame. The moment you looked up, you were met with the perfect dark brown eyes you had fantasied about the past week. A smirk entered his face as recognition was shared between the both of you.

“Y/N? Right?” He asked in disbelief and you simply nodded. “You are not stalking me right?” Your eyes widened in shock as you realized how this looked.

“No! I dropped Young Mi off at a sleepover. And I did press the button back down but the elevator shot upwards instead of going directly down.” You rattled which only resulted in Jimin holding onto the elevator while laughing uncontrollably. “I am speaking the truth. I was not stalking you. I promise. Maybe we should go back toward the sleepover so you have some proof.”

“I don’t th-“ Jimin started but you quickly interrupted him. “No we don’t have to do that as the receptionist saw me entering with Young Mi. Let’s go and ask him.” You rapidly ran out of the elevator toward the man who could help you cover your innocent alibi. You’ve heard enough stories about these crazy fans who would do anything to even get a glimpse of them during private time. You were not going done as one of them.

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted after you but you were quick on your feet and were already standing next to the unsuspecting man. Jimin chuckled and joined the conversation.

“Ah, yes, miss Young Mi. We are in direct contact with 23B so if there is something wrong they will immediately dial us to help with whatever situation is going on. I doubt there will be any incident as there never has been one before.” The receptionist thought you were only concerned about Young Mi’s safety and tried his best to make you feel safe. He hadn’t even looked at Jimin who had joined your conversation. Jimin looked amused but waited until we were out of earshot to start laughing.

After a couple of seconds he noticed you weren’t laughing alongside him and he looked up into your worried eyes. You try to understand the look in his eyes but you just can’t put your finger in it.

“I never really thought you were a stalker. I just occasionally like to joke around. I am really sorry.” He bowed during the last words, just like you had when you first met.

“It is not really funny as you do have really crazy fans out there who would do that. Who could make you feel unsafe or uneasy. I don’t want to be that person, you know.”

“I feel like my sorry can’t be expressed properly through words. Let’s go and have dinner. My treat.” It almost felt like it was natural to him to just ask you out. Or maybe he wasn’t asking you out and was he just being friendly. He noticed the panicked expression on your face and quickly added “-I was just going out to get some food for myself and I wouldn’t mind the company. Also I think your night is free as Young Mi is safely at a sleepover.” You nodded. “Ok. I’ll take that nod as a yes. Now quickly before you change your mind.”

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some-cookie-crumbz · 5 years

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Yes lesbian!Kidge please 😍😍😍

Can I just say I’m so happy that so many people were interested in this self-indulgent little idea of mine??? It makes me so happy! x3

Also, this fic is based loosely in canon, somewhere between S7 and S8, since I started to write this out before S8 hit. Also, in regards to Female!Keith in this, I was vague so that the reader can view it however they’d like. If you want to read this as Cis Female Keith or Trans Girl Keith, you’re free to! x3

Keira Kogane had to have pissed off some cosmic force in herlifetime, with what she was facing in that moment.

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal aboutthis," She said, crossing her arms and glaring at the figure before her,poised over a large box filled with clothes. Off to the side, she saw Shiroleaning against a wall and skimming through a magazine, seeming quite contentto hand the reins over to another set of hands. She narrowed her eyes to flashhim a half-hearted glare.

Filthy traitor, leaving her to fend for herself against thewolf.

She perked up as the other hoisted himself up, hands settledon either side of the box, flashing her a chiding look with his bright blueeyes. "Because, my poor, misguided friend," He said before seeming tospot something in the box that he liked and diving back down, "a date is abig, big moment for a blossoming romance. And I can tell that your experienceregarding romance is... Well, let's just say it leaves a lot to be desired.Plus, gonna be honest, but your sense fashion could use a serious helpinghand." He pulled out a bright yellow and blue tube-style shirt and lookedat her with a bright grin.

She made a face and, with a small huff, he cast the shirtover his shoulder and resumed his searching. Feeling a bit braver, she walkedover and peered over his hunched form into the box, arms crossing on instinctover her chest. "What's wrong with the way I dress?”

"Have you lookedat your jacket recently? It's like a poorly constructed matador cape!" Helaughed, casting an incredulous look at her over his shoulder.

"It does not!" She snapped back.

“It totally does. Besides, it doesn’t fit you right anymoreanyway. You need to update your fashion sense as well as your ensemble. Getsomething that actually fits,” He retorted, tone dismissive.

"I really like my jacket. It's comfy and I can movereally well in it. Who cares if it isn't the height of fashion?" Sheasked, waving one hand in the arm as if to dismiss him in turn.

"Pidge will,"Lance sang back, the smug look on his face causing her to flinch back.

It hadn’t been something she’d been planning to do, really,despite how badly she wanted to. In the weeks following their last huge fightagainst the strange Robeast that showed up on Earth, the Paladins hadn’t seen awhole lot of each other. Or, rather, Keira hadn’t seen too much of the others.Galra contained a slightly elevated healing rate than humans and, due to herown heritage as a Halfling, she’d been cleared to leave the medical bay muchsooner than the others. And once she was cleared, Shiro and Commander Iversonhad scooped her up to help with this or that, as well as to give statements toEarth and coalition-based media outlets about the situation as it stood.

It was in this time that she stood back and examined things.In specific, an interesting conversation she’d had with Iverson about missedopportunities was what caused her to decide she needed to act. She’d spentplenty of time sitting on her hands, quietly wondering if she even stood achance if she were to put herself out there like that. After all, Pidge wasbasically living starlight; brilliant and vibrant and vivacious. She was loyaland intelligent and passionate. Oh, and how her eyes lit up when she gotrambling about her latest research project!

And then Keira was just… Well, she was just a mopey, lonelysort that got stuck being the leader of the most powerful weapon the universeshad to offer. She wasn’t the type of person that people like Pidge Gunderson,or Katie Holt or whoever she was took an interest in. But, when she’d dared tosay as much outloud, Commander Iverson had cast a curious glance at her. “Notlike you to give up without a fight, but it sounds like you’re ready to pullyour hat out of the ring before it even touches the dirt. Not as brave as Igave you credit for, huh?” He said, tone near wistful.

And Keira, a creature of pride and impulsiveness, hadstormed off to find the other young woman and ask her out.

She’d found Pidge by chance, heading to the hanger to checkon the Lions with Hunk. Hunk, dear sweetheart that he was, had sensed the moodand excused himself. Keira had stumbled through her words, barely managing toget it out that she wanted to go out with Pidge. Just the two of them. On adate. She’d been startled when the shorter girl had actually flushed and lookedaway, everything about the gesture coy and nearly painfully cute, beforelifting her head and nodding, still clearly embarrassed but also giddy.

“I’d love to,” She had breathed out, her voice a littlewispy. The two had agreed to a few days later, when they were to have a freeday to start milling about the rebuilt portions of town, and then parted. Asshe was heading back to her room, though, the reality of what she’d just donesettled in and she was faced with another challenge.

Which was how she’d ended up where she was in that moment,wincing as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Do... Do you reallythink so?" She asked quietly.

There was suddenly a hand on her shoulder, causing her tolook up at a smiling Shiro. "No, she won't. Lance is just beingLance," He said, calmly placing the shirt Lance had tossed aside back intothe box. Lance groaned and shoved the shirt aside as he riffled through andpulled out a neon orange spaghetti strap thing. He set that one down beside thebox; to offer to Allura or Romelle, Keira hoped. She then glanced back up ather mentor, taking his gentle squeeze as a way to get her attention. "Pidgewouldn't have agreed to the date if she didn't like you for you, Keira."She blinked then smiled, feeling a bit more reassured, as Shiro reached intothe box himself and pulled out a denim skirt. "Although I will concede,trying out a new outfit or two might be more worth it than you'rethinking."

"If I may also add, Shiro" Lance mused happily ashe turned to look at the two, "the outfit can help set the mood. I mean,you want to make it clear to Pidge that you're interested in her. It's why youasked her out in the first place, after all."

"Well, yeah," Keira said with a small scowl. Shethen cocked her head a bit. “But, shouldn’t the fact I specified it was a datebe enough to get the point across?”

“A date and a dateare two totally different things! You need to make sure to wear the rightattire to get the differentiation clear!”

Keira frowned and glanced up at Shiro. Ever helpful, hesimply shrugged and shook his head, as lost as she was. “O… Kay?” She trailed,turning her attention back to Lance.

"And you're the one who asked me for help on picking anoutfit, right?"

"Actually, you were eavesdropping when I was asking Shiro to help me. And then, as you'reprone to doing, decided that you just had to take over,"

"Eh. Tomato, tomatoe," He huffed, waving a handbefore grabbing a few items that he’d pulled to the edge of the box closest tohim. "Now let's see... Your usual color preferences are towards reds,blacks, and purples, from what I've seen. How do you feel about exploring andtrying out some other ones?"

She knelt down beside him, peering in curiously. "Aslong as you go with darker shades, I'm open to going a little bit farther outof my norm. Oh, but I'm not big on patterns" She said. Lance nodded,taking three of the items in his grasp and setting them at the other end of thebox. "And nothing that’s, like, super ruffly or frilly or has any kind ofglossy material to it. No dresses or skirts, either. Oh, and nothing toorevealing. Like, if I have to go with short sleeves, I’d rather have a coat orjacket or something to wear over it. And I'd really like to wear some boots. Ormaybe just my usual boots would be fine."

Lance dropped all the articles in his hand and let out along, drawn-out groan.

Keira shifted back a bit. "Or... I guess just whatlooks good?"

Shiro settled in on Lance’s other side and shook his head ashe started to look through the box as well. "No, Keira, this is good.You're the one going on the date, not Lance. You should like what you wear andhave final say on it,"

"Shiro's right. I just wish you were a little more...Diverse in style," Lance said, rummaging to the bottom of the box until hepulled out a pair of light blue denim shorts. "How about thesehigh-waisted shorts? Pair these off with some nice, dark colored leggings,maybe?” He prompted.

She reached out and gently took the shorts, holding them upto her hips. The looked like they’d fit just fine. "I like these,"She said, offering him a small smile as she settled them in her lap.

He whooped and pumped one fist in the air. "There wego! I'll take this little bit of progress!" He reached back in and pulledup a shirt, looking it over with his head tilted a bit. "So, I know yousaid no to patterns, but how do you feel about stripes?"

"Stripes are fine. I more just meant, like, floral oranimal prints," She elaborated, trying to get a glance at what he waslooking at.

He snorted as he pulled out a red and white striped shirtthat was knotted at the shoulders in lieu of proper sleeves. "Well Iwouldn't put you in those kinds of prints. It takes a very classy,sophisticated lady to rock those prints and you aren’t in that class by a long shot,"

"Rude," She hissed lowly.

"Not rude; honest. There's a difference," He said witha smug grin, holding the shirt up to her to make sure it would fit her alright.

She snatched the shirt from him and set it in her lap, aswell. “Kinda like the difference between a cargopilot and a fighter pilot,” Shesaid, waggling her eyebrows at him playfully.

Lance let out a faux-scandalized gasp, pressing one hand tohis chest. “Rude girl!”

She merely shrugged before leaning further into the box,spotting something that looked black and stretchy off to the side."Tomato, tomatoe,"

They both jumped in surprise when Shiro started busting uplaughing at the jab.

He blinked when they both stared at him, the tips of hisears turning pink. He then cleared his throat a bit. "What? You have toadmit that was pretty clever, Lance!"

The other hummed and turned his attention back to the box,his blue eyes mirthful as he continued his searching. "I'll take your wordfor it. Now, back on track, if we could?"

In the end, they found a pair of black leggings, as well asan oversized cardigan in a light grey. And, instead of boots, Keira agreed toswing for a pair of ankle-high converse-style sneakers. The sneakers clearlyweren’t name-brand, but they were surprisingly similar and comfortable to wear.Her hair was tugged back with nothing more but a simple red headband, whichfelt strange with how the little teeth gripped at her head. She normally justwore it back in a ponytail or let it loose. Lance had wanted to try and get herto accessorize further, but she’d opted into only wearing a modest silvernecklace with a heart charm at the end, a small topaz at the center.

It had been a gift from Krolia; the pendent one that Keira’sfather had given her before she left, so that she’d always have something toremember their daughter by.

She shifted a bit as she hovered by the small path that ledinto the city proper. It wasn’t much of a city anymore, admittedly, but it hada certain charm to it. Made her think of the kinds of elaborate villages Coranwould describe when Pidge and the others had played Monsters and Mana with hima handful of times. It reminded Keira, too, that she should ask about them allgetting together sometime to play. The idea of playing a game with the othersafter she’d been away from them for so long seemed kind of fun, and she’dalways been a bit of a sucker for fantasy-style worlds.

She’d never played a game like that before, but she figuredit wasn’t too hard to pick up. Besides, she was certain that Pidge would helpher figure things out, if it was that big of a struggle.

"Oh, wow, you look really pretty,” A voice gasped justa few feet away, snapping her from her musings. She must have looked surprised,see how immediately Pidge’s face was turning bright red and she held her handsup in an almost defensive manner. “I mean-! You always look pretty! You don'thave to try to look pretty but you look even prettier when you try! Oh, wait,that's not what I meant either!"

Keira blinked then giggled a bit, covering her mouth withone hand. "Hey, it's okay. I know what you mean. And thank you," Shesaid, cracking one eye to size Pidge up. Her outfit was a simply one, too; apair of dark blue capris, a sleeveless green top with a lightly ruffled edgealong the collar in white, and a pair of pale pink flats for an added splash ofcolor. The thing that really got Keira’s heart thrumming was how the blush onher cheeks made her freckles stand out even more. "You look super cute, bythe way."

She visibly relaxed at that, shoulders slacking a bit, butthe blush remained high up on her cheekbones. "Thank you," She saidbefore perking up and stepping a bit closer, so she was standing beside her."So, what's on the agenda?"

Keira smiled and gently led Pidge down the path, resistingthe urge to take her hand or offer her own arm. She didn’t want to be tooforward. "Well, I was mostly just thinking we could walk around, see how therebuild is going," She explained, glancing over at the canopy-coveredshops not far ahead. She knew most of what was here already from her check-inswith Shiro, but she knew Pidge hadn’t had the chance to come exploring justyet. She then offered Pidge a small smirk. "I may have also found arebuilt ice cream shop not too far from here, if we wanted to get some."

"For real?"Pidge gasped, eyes lighting up like the tail of a comet.

Keira nodded, having to swallow and compose herself a bit. "Yeah!I’ve been coming down here with Shiro since I’ve been cleared to leave the medicalbay, so we could do proper introductions with the coalition volunteers. Whilehe did that, I wandered off on my own a couple of times. They were almost donewhen I stopped by," She explained as they walked along. The paused for amoment at the first stall once they entered the shopping area proper, Pidgeleaning in to look at the alien ores laid out curiously. "They said theselection might be a little limited, though."

She sat back up and looked at her, still glowing at theprospect. "Pssh! Who cares? It's icecream!" She laughed happily. The darker haired woman could feel ablush creeping up to her own cheeks. It was ridiculously charming how riled upPidge was getting at the idea of something as simple as getting ice creamtogether. “Though, I suppose we do need to resolve one thing before we go anyfurther.” She said, tone suddenly somber, gaze at Keira expectantly.

She blinked a bit and cocked her head. “Uh.. Sure, what?”

“Rum raisin… Any thoughts?” Pidge asked.

Keira couldn’t help but make a face and stick her tongueout. “Ugh! Rum raisin is disgusting!”

“Thank you!” Pidge blurted, throwing her hands up in theair.

“Who in their rightmind was trying to defend rum raisin?”

“Matt! He was trying to claim that it ‘isn’t that bad’!Like, did all the space travel screw with his taste buds? I feel like I mighthave to disown him for this,” She said, using air quotes and flailing her handsabout as she spoke.

Keira snickered slightly. “I can’t believe Matthew Holt isfucking dead,” She mused.

Pidge let out a quiet yelp before bursting out laughing. “You’vebeen brushing up on memes! You’re so sweet!” She said, her smile turning tosomething a bit fonder.

Keira’s heart leapt in her chest as she watched Pidge’sexpressions shift, noticing for the first time that a few of the largerfreckles on her left cheek could be traced to form a miniature inversion of theLeo constellation, as if she’d been born with a marking of stardust to helpguide her to her fate.

Before they part ways later that evening, Keira makes sureto press a quick peck over the little mark, and delights in how theconstellation becomes more profound at the blush that crops up from the smallpeck.

#crumbles grumbles #Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #my fics #But seriously though #Thank you so much everyone whose been interested in this idea!

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BEACH DAY HEAD CANONS PLEASE!!!

Sasha organizes a beach day for the troupe as soon as Spring Awakening is officially over.

But it isn’t just any normal beach day, it ends up being a camping trip.

They head up north, to some beach that “no one really knows about”

The troupe are a little nervous, but they decide to trust Sasha.

After packing, they all follow her directions and end up at a beautiful, small, intimate beach. As expected, it’s completely deserted.

The troupe are shocked at the beauty of this place. How is it that there is no one else here on a day like today? I mean, they did have to take a couple of weird shortcuts to get here but still? They all question Sasha. About the beach, about how she knows about this beach, about why it’s so empty but she just lets them wonder. She’s into the whole mystery thing.

Immediately, Robbie pulls a ball out of his bag, pulls off his shirt and sets off running down the beach.

Gordy and Jeremy follow. Others head towards the sea, while the rest pull out their towels and lay on the warm sand.

Simon and Lilette decide to sunbathe. Propped up on their elbows, they watch their boyfriends running around the beach passing the ball to and from each other over and over again.

Simon and Lilette just give each other that look™ like oof

Robbie and Lilette are super adorable. After finishing up with football, he runs over and pulls his unaware and now squealing girlfriend over his shoulder, and heads towards the water.

Jeremy takes Lilettes place beside Simon. Simon can’t help but stare. Jeremy’s hair is slightly stuck to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks are flushed a light pink colour and that body?? Oof x2

“Ugh do you guys ever stop??” Gwen teases, as she walks past yet another one of Simon and Jeremy’s make out sessions.

She goes to join Jolene, who is sitting on a beach chair, singing along to Hymn For The Weekend by Coldplay, clearly in her element.

The troupe have a huge volleyball tournament. The losers have to be the ones to go find wood for the fire.

Annabelle being the best at making sand castles. Gordy failing miserably, but Gwen takes his hands and guides him through the process of making a perfect sandcastle (soft soft soft)

Jolene HATES swimming. She can’t stand the thought of getting her hair all wet and sandy. Ew?

Michael gets buried in the sand and ends up taking a nap for like 40 minutes.

Maashous trying to surf but can’t manage to stay on the board for more than a minute so he accepts defeat and sticks with the inflatable doughnut that he insisted on bringing.

Simon being triggered as soon as he sees a slight shade of red appear on Jeremy’s back, he scolds him for forgetting to wear sunscreen while he whips out his from his bag and gently applies it. (Simon is a cute, protective even though I’m small but I would fight, kind of boyfriend let’s be real)

Francis insists on cooking food on the barbecue. But accidentally burns most things, which receives him a ton of complaints.

SMORES!!

in the night time, they manage to built a camp fire on the beach. They all sit around for hours, wrapped up in blankets, talking, telling stories and of course singing different songs from all kinds of their favourite musicals because they are theatre kids and that’s just what they do! Jeremy even had the sense to bring his guitar.

Simon watches his boyfriend gently strumming a mellow tune on the strings, the fire light making him glow a light orange colour, and it somehow makes him look even softer than usual and Simon is just like ??? OOF I LOVE U X3

Michael has the best stories to tell and that’s just a fact.

Once the fire is burnt out and it’s late, they all lay on the sand and look up at the stars. They silently listen to the waves come in and out for what seems like an eternity before they each get up, some in pairs, and wander off to their tents, 100% ready for beach day take 2.

(I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for anon but this is all I could come up with right now. I hope you like them and thank you for the request!☀️)

#thank u for the ask #thank u thank u #asks #rise headcanons #nbc rise #original content #beach day headcanons #rise NBC #siremy #rilette #gwendy #rise on nbc

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do all the ask x3

A- Are you after my life or something? ;-;

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for? I'd kill for Doffy. If he ever needs me to do it, I'd kill someone for him. Though, that's why I don't want to date Doffy. I'd rather date someone who's less murderous.

galaxy; what fascinates you? The Elder Scrolls universe! And Doffy and Law's relationship (canon).

melody; favorite artists? James Maynard Keenan. The TOOL songs and lyrics are so *chef's kiss* I also have a soft spot for gay painters, like Francis Bacon.

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident? I'm confident when I wear an all-black T-shirt and dark shorts. It hides the flaws of my body pretty well.

rose; favorite flower? Uh. I don't have any. I like flowers that grow in temperate countries more than the tropical ones, though. Like Tulips.

sun; favorite season Autumn! Winter is too bleak and Summer is too hot. Autumn is just the right weather (hoodie weather).

film; favorite movie/tv show? Minions/Angry Birds the Movie/One Piece

gorgeous; what do you like in a person? Hmm. Besides Tits. Hmmm. And flamboyant sunglasses. And tasteful body tattoos. I guess I like their butts, too. I generally like kind people who are more open to others' experiences and basically have a lot of feelings, like Corazon.

diamond; favorite color? I'd usually say red, but recently I like yellow.

infatuation; first crush? Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho xD When I first saw him I was like, "IDC if this is a man or a woman, I'm into them". I was a kid.

dream; how long do you sleep on average? 12 hours... I need my beauty sleep...

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like? I've been compared to JJ Lin before.

perfume; favorite scent? Hmm... I bet Doffy smells really manly and comfy. If he were real, he would be my favourite scent.

fleece; have any pets? No ;-; I have stuffed animals to take their places, though!

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose? Black. If I could dye it without any repercussions, like it becoming dry, or being t oo much out of place IRL, I would dye it a platinum blond. This ironically has nothing to do with Doffy, I just like platinum blond.

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents? I like my dad but it's been many rocky years with my mother. She's gotten better recently, I'm thinking of forgiving her, but I'm not there yet.

ocean; do you take a yearly vacation? I wish I had the $$$$ ;A;

murky; biggest fear? I would say "losing all my money" but I already did lose all my money from being scammed and it turned out to not be that bad. As in, I lived. My guess is that I would survive anything life throws at me. Except death, of course. I don't really fear death, I fear the process of wasting away and being sick.

devotion; are you taken? Y- Yes

lingerie; what do you wear to bed? T-shirt and boxer briefs

daydream; best memory? I don't really have any. Right now my best memory is me remembering my imagination of Doffy and Law being together and just generally being a couple for the latest part of Morbus Animae. They're such a good couple ;-;

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced? Hmm. Feeling complete, like nothing is missing in my life, and I have company, and everything's fine.

masque; what’s your skincare routine? Hohoho I'm low key a skincare enthusiast, but I'm broke, so I don't pay attention to brands, just the ingredients. My morning routine goes like this: Cleanser, then Niacinamide and Vitamin C Serum (alternate days: Salicylic acid mask) as well as a Daiso moisturizer. Then sunscreen. Night routine: Cleanser, Niacinamide and Retinol serum, and Aloe Vera gel. I do a facial mask once every 3 days or so.

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received? Anything I receive is a best gift.

parchment; favorite book? I'm not sure I have one. Do I choose the gay ones? Or do I choose the ones with literary merits? I love Frankenstein. Let's go with Frankenstein.

garden; do you have a garden? plants? No space, I live in an apartment and I have the opposite of a green thumb.

oasis; dream destination? I'd love to visit Moscow someday!

sense; best subject? favorite subject? English Literature OuO

footprints; do you want kids? Ew. No.

rainbow; what’s your sexuality? Gay for fictional pirates :D

sweater; do you prefer loose or baggy clothes? Loose, but not baggy.

nail laquer; punk or pastel? PunK!! I prefer goth though.

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why? Oof... Probably late Victorian London.

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings? I have a tattoo on my chest that says "philosophy". I don't really want any piercings, though OP men are making me consider earrings, but I don't want to stand out so I doubt I'd get it. I do want more tattoos, but I haven't found art that I'd like on my body, and anyway it costs $$, so...

#about bear

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Just a bit out of my league Pt.3 Stan Uris X Reader/Henry Bowers X Reader Modern AU

Summary: (Also I changed this btw) Drama, drama, and more drama is all that can describe the messy Tozier family right now. Y/n is still battling whether or not to leave Henry just for the sake of her safety. You and Richie’s mom is deciding if she wants to really send Richie off to a mental institution because she found out about his friend group and him trying to kill Pennywise. Even with forgiveness this will all end in tears and heartbreakers doing the usual; heartbreaking. Henry had apologized to Y/n but their relationship is at stake mainly from the fighting. Stan, oh poor Stan. Forever stuck in the friendzone Stan ends up telling Y/n the truth causing an, already, horrible triangle between Y/n, Henry, and Stan himself in Pt.4!

Song: Out of my league by Fitz and the Tantrums and DNA by Lia Marie Johnson bc these both fit the theme PERFECTLY

Warnings: Fluff, angst, depressing parts, cursing, underage drinking, not taking advantage of people, some humor, family drama

A/n:Okay so I do but I don’t have writers block atm so thats sucks (Insert dick joke bc I am a walking female version of Richie Tozier) but eh at least I get to write for a bit anyways x3 also the drama in this kind of but doesn’t remind of Stranger Things season 2 but like I am still flipping my shit bc season 2 comes out in 15 days so like ye also SO SO SO sorry if Henry and anybody else is like super oc (Original character)

If you are sensitive to family and love drama then please don’t read, You have been warned

(Not my photo I just found it on ye old internet but like this fits one of the scenes in Pt.3 lol)

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You don’t even know why Henry had skipped the rest of school today but it just happened. He seemed off, ever since that fight he backed off a bit but it was still a ‘okay’ relationship. When you walked home you found your mom sitting at the dining room table with Richie talking about stuff… “Richie I really do think it would be a good idea for you to be in a mental institution sweetie” Your mom sounded off…different. She didn’t sound like the alcoholic she was. You walked up to the entry way but you were in the position of not being seen unless you moved somewhere different. “Mom seriously I am fine” “No Richie you need to leave!” she said her voice cracking from being stressed. You felt heavy tears trying to release from your soft emerald green eyes but you tried to fight it. “Just fight back the truth” you thought to yourself. “Mom! I am perfectly fine here! Remember we only moved here so Y/n would be better about everything! And to get away from fucking dad..” Richie said loudly but softly saying the last part about your dad. “Richie…-” before your mom could finish talking Richie got up and left the table. Leaving the house to just you and your mom. “Mom..” you said walking to the seat Richie had been sitting at. “You saw everything” you nodded then took a seat at the table. “It’s going to be fine..trust me” you gave her a pain killing smile and she broke down and her flustered cheeks filled with heavy crystal blue tears. You closed your heavy lids then she got up and left the room. “Mom wait” You said somewhat softly knowingly that she wouldn’t be able to hear you. “Love you…” you spoke in a whisper tone, letting the tears flood you ran your hands through your hair and started to full on cry.

The next morning you woke up in your bed, which you don’t even remember getting in here. You had woken up from a nightmare but thankfully it was Saturday morning. Sitting up in bed you looked around and to your surprise you were still wearing last night’s clothes. Then you noticed Henry, he was sitting at your bay window looking out at the fall leaves. “How did you get in here…?” You said then his head quickly turned to look at you. “You called me to get here” he mumbled but you could still understand him. “And then what happened?” you said fully clueless. “As I said you called me, you said about some spare key in a bush. Then when I got here it looked like you got into some of your mom’s alcohol…So I had to carry you up here because your mom would be pissed if she saw you like that” he said as he walked over to your bed and sat down next to you. “Y/n you know it’s okay that you did that” “No it’s not” you shook your head then looked at him in the eye. “Don’t tell anyone, promise?” you said then he smiled back and said “Promise”. Then the next thing I knew, my hand was on his shoulder and my face was close to Henry’s. It was like some sort of “Kiss-me” body language. I didn’t want it to seem as if we both took advantage of the situation but he went for it. Then his cheek was against mine, I knew it was now or never actually have my first kiss like this with him. But the thought of us making out after a night of me drinking alcohol was too much, So I said the first mood-killing thing that popped in my head. “I-I think Richie might be aw-” he ignored me trying to get out of this. Henry was obviously the one to be like this but it still was mixed feelings for me. Our worlds collided as soon as we met in a different way. The door than swung open to reveal Richie complaining that he is hungry. “What the fu-!” he yelled then in a natural instinct, for when your brother walks in on you fucking making out with your boyfriend,you jumped up letting go of him.

“Why aRE YOU HERE HENRY!” Richie yelled. The face you gave him was “Shut up and is mom home??” he nodded “Yeah she is home” just from knowing. “Get out!” you yelled back at him. “Fine!” Richie said putting his hands up then slammed the door shut and walked away. You got up and walked over to change into something different, Henry quickly went on his phone just to distract him from staring at you.

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“Hey Henry, how is your dad sweetie?” your mom asked when she saw you and Henry walking downstairs into the kitchen. “He is doing okay Mrs.Tozier” he smiled through the lie he told your mom then let go of your hand so you could sit down at the dinner table. Then Richie came barreling in wearing super baggy navy green jeans and a band shirt. “Are you seriously going to be wearing that today?” you said as you were putting your hair up in a high ponytail. “Yes I am Y/n” he said as he sat down next to you. “Mom is it okay if Eddie and maybe Stan comes over today?” Richie spoke up once he set down his phone so he could start eating the breakfast your mom made. Everything was weird and different. It was almost like a normal family, your mom actually made breakfast and wasn’t wasting her time drinking away her problems, Richie actually acted like the typical little brother and wasn’t cursing 24/7. But it was nice for once. You caught Henry staring at you, when you looked over at you he smiled. “what the aCTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON” you thought yourself. Am I losing my mind?? You looked around to see if there was any alcohol bottles anywhere but one was to be found in the trash, it was full. “Sorry but yes they can come over Richie” your mom said softly. She walked over to turn off the TV, walked back and placed the food on the dinner table, then sat down. “Well this is different” you mumbled. “Y/n are you okay?” Richie looked over at you. “No I am not okay Richie” “Watch the attitude” Your mom spoke up. Henry was ignoring everything and just eating everything on his plate. “Y/n?” Henry said,you gave him a soft ‘mhm’ “Mrs. Tozier, is it okay if me and Y/n go out for a bit?” “Sure just if you guys are staying out late she needs to be home by around 7pm” Henry nodded, grabbed his belongings then took you by the hand and left.

“I n-need to tell you something” Henry said as he took a deep sigh. When you two were holding hands he looked you in the eyes, you both ended up stopping by the bridge. “You can tell me anything Henry” he nodded. “Don’t tell anyone please.” You nodded. “I k-killed him…” you were shocked by this. “Who is him?” you said softly. “My dad” he muttered in a somewhat mad tone. “Henry I can’t hear you, please speak up baby” you said as you looked at his guilty face. “I said I killed my dad!” he said loudly. You closed your eyes, “Can you please just walk me home, the sun is setting..” you fought off any sadness you felt for his dad because his dad was a total asshole. You started walking back home but Henry stopped you, “Please Y/n don’t leave me. I’m safe to be around, you’re safe” he said the last part in a almost non audible tone. “Henry I know it’s just- I need to get home” Henry shook his head. “You can walk yourself home” he said as he went opposite directions home. You sighed and walked yourself home.

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“Mom I’m home!” You called out as you closed the door. “No you need to leave Went! (According to WIKI fucking WIKI for Stephen king’s movies and books lmao it said that Richie’s dad’s name is Wentworth Tozier so like correct me if im wrong in the comments) the kids do not want to fucking see you!” Your mom shouted at the top of her lungs. Then you heard a glass bottle shatter. You flinched slightly and walked up to the kitchen walk way. You hid yourself but only you could see what was going on. “If you already have another fucking girlfriend then you need to pack your shit and leave!” Your mom screamed. You saw the broken glass bottle, it was a wine bottle, then you saw a non-broken bottle sitting on the table. “I will leave when I fucking want to leave Maggie!” Your dad screamed back at her (Maggie is Richie’s mum just to clear that up too) you hated seeing them both like this. But you couldn’t help wonder, how did it go from normal mom to your mom and dad both fighting. This hadn’t happened since Richie was in elementary school. Almost 4 years ago… You snapped back into reality when you felt a hand on your shoulder, in reaction you turned around and it was Richie. “We should go up to our rooms…” “Why?” and as if on cue: “I’m calling the fucking cops!” Your mom screamed. “That’s why” Richie said as he pointed at your mom. “Y-yeah..” You said as you both rushed upstairs.

“Why does this all have to happen Y/n” Richie said, you had both been sitting in your room on the floor. He had his head resting on your shoulder, it felt like forever since you both had to do this. Just listening to the screams and the cop sirens felt too real, “It’s going to be fine Richie” you closed your eyes and reminded yourself not to cry since you and Richie both had already been crying over all that has happened. “No it won’t and you know it won’t too Y/n” he spoke heartbreaking words. Then Richie’s phone started going off, Bill had a request to face time. Richie quickly lifted his head up off of your shoulder then answered the facetime call. “Hey Bill” Richie said with a pain-killing smile. “Why are you in your sister’s room…” Bill said after he took a sip from his water bottle. “uh-” “It’s fine Bill, I’m up here with him” You interrupted him because you knew it made him pissed off a bit. “Shut up” Richie said. You giggled a bit causing Richie to roll his eyes. “Is that Y/n” Stan whispered to Bill but you could both hear him on the other line. “Yeah, why?” Bill said. Then Stan sent him a text saying that he liked Y/n, when Bill looked at the text he nearly choked on his drink. “OH YEAH BECAUSE OF HIS FISH” Bill said trying to not blow his cover. Then Stan appeared on the screen. “Hey Y/n, Richie” he said with a nervous laugh. “Wait why do i hear police sirens! RICHIE Y/N ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY!?” Eddie then yelled since he was having a sleepover with Bill and Stan. “Yeah it’s just ya know…local kid threw a rock…at my window…” You said and looked at Richie, “Yeah it was some psycho!” “I doubt that Richie” Stan said with a bland expression on his face. “Whatever”

To be,

Continued

@lovertozier

#stan uris x reader #stanley uris #stan uris #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #maggie tozier #trashmouth tozier #richard tozier

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