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aishangotome · 2 months ago

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Nokto Klein: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

A loud noise shattered the silence of the private room where we were alone. I hurriedly moved away from Nokto and looked towards the door--

Silvio: Yo, fox bastard. Ya in there?

The one who appeared, adorned with so many jewels that they made a loud jangling sound, was Benitoite's First Prince, Silvio.

Nokto: That's something you say while knocking on the door, not after kicking it down.

Silvio: Huh? Don't sweat the small stuff.

(As expected of the richest man on the continent...)

(I thought so the first time I met him, but he's a man of loud noises and flashy appearances.)

*flashback*

Emma: Would you like to take a look?

???: Huh? Are you talkin' to me, woman?

Emma: Yes. It seems you've been staring for quite a while.

???: Ha, if you're goin' to take up my time, ya better have somethin' that satisfies me.

*flashback over*

A memory from when we went on vacation to Benitoite to let the busy Nokto rest surfaced in my mind.

(I was just touching Nokto, so I feel kind of awkward...)

Seeing me like this and Nokto acting as if nothing had happened, Silvio seemed to understand everything and his expression clearly darkened.

Silvio: Don't get frisky the moment you arrive.

Nokto: Silvio, do you know the word "delicacy"?

Silvio: Doesn't matter. This is my territory. Behave yourselves a little.

Nokto: Yes, yes, this time I'm visiting as the King of Rhodolite. I'll be in your care.

(I want to disappear...)

Desperately trying to endure the urge to faint from embarrassment, I lift the hem of my dress to greet him.

Emma: Prince Silvio, it's been a while. Thank you for having us during our stay.

(This time, unlike back then, I'm meeting him as the future queen, so I have to be firm.)

I somehow tried to switch my mindset, but for some reason, Silvio gave me a blunt look---

Silvio: You really chose this common-lookin' woman, huh?

Emma: ...!

(W-well, it's true that I'm from a commoner's background, and I'm trying not to let my true self show...!)

I thought he was high-handed from the time we met in town, but because I'm trying to be a woman worthy of Nokto, Silvio's words subtly pierce my heart.

As I try to act unconcerned and evade the situation harmlessly, Nokto pulls me close by the waist.

Nokto: Don't be mean just because I have such a cute fiancée, okay?

Emma: Nokto...

Even in his casual tone, I can sense his concern for me, and my heart starts to race.

Silvio frowns with a truly disgusted look on his face.

Silvio: I just said what I thought.

Nokto: Hmm? I thought you were jealous.

Nokto, with a foxy smile on his face, suddenly brings his face close to mine as if he's about to kiss me.

Emma: Whoa, Nokto, that's a bit much...

(I know you're trying to throw Silvio off, but it's embarrassing!)

Silvio: If you show me any more of that weird stuff, I'll kick ya outta the castle!

Silvio: And you, don't blush so easily just 'cause he got close to yer face. Get a grip in three seconds!

Emma: D-don't be unreasonable!

Emma: Besides, it's Nokto, so it's not "just anything" to me.

Nokto: You're saying some pretty tempting things. You're good at making me happy.

Nokto: See, wasn't that lovey-dovey talk cute?

Silvio: I don't have time to listen to your nonsense.

Silvio: I can't stand watchin' your charade any longer. Let's get down to business.

Nokto: Oh, you mean tomorrow's Founding Festival party?

Silvio: If ya know, then stop showin' me that crap and listen!

Nokto: Sorry, sorry, but it's okay, right? Silvio was the one who slipped up first.

Silvio: Tch... By the way, will this woman also be attendin' the party?

Nokto: Of course, you're going too, right?

Emma: Yes. I would very much like to attend.

(Because our visit to Benitoite this time,)

(Officially, it's for attending this anniversary party--)

*flashback*

One day, with our departure for Benitoite imminent--

I was facing King Nokto in his office for a final meeting.

Nokto: Benitoite is an allied nation, so there's no need to be so wary,

Nokto: But since we're going on a diplomatic mission, we need a proper reason.

Nokto: Now that the three countries of Tanzanite, Achroite, and Ruby have formed an alliance,

Nokto: Visiting under the pretense of a vacation might make us seem frivolous.

Nokto: Benitoite has a flourishing trade and many people from other countries stay there...

Nokto: If we're seen as a king and queen gallivanting around while the continent is unstable,

Nokto: There's a possibility that groundless rumors will spread to Obsidian and Jade.

Emma: In that case, what would be the best course of action?

???: How about using this invitation?

Emma: Certainly, attending some kind of party would be the most natural--

Emma: Wait... Prince Clavis!?

Clavis suddenly appeared between Nokto and me, holding an envelope in his hand.

Nokto: ...Why are you casually joining the conversation?

Clavis: Good question. The answer is because you started talking where I am.

Nokto: You mean we were talking in the wrong place. Well, fine, but don't get in the way.

Clavis: Is that a royal order?

Nokto: You mean you're going to get in the way that much?

Clavis: Haha, that depends on my mood.

Nokto: ...Whatever.

Nokto swiftly took the envelope from Clavis's hand. It bore the national emblem of Benitoite and an unfamiliar crest.

Emma: What invitation is that?

Nokto: Do you remember the story about how I went to Benitoite for a short-term study abroad program?

Emma: Yes, of course.

(During his study abroad, he lived with a distant relative, a married couple of Rhodolite royal lineage, right?)

We also greeted the elderly couple during our previous vacation and stayed at their mansion.

Nokto: At that time, I had a tutor who taught me about Benitoite.

Nokto: I received an invitation to a founding anniversary party from the school where he works as a teacher.

Emma: A school's... founding anniversary party?

Clavis: Sounds fun, doesn't it? Just the word "school" makes it an exciting invitation. I wouldn't hesitate to attend.

Nokto: You be quiet for a bit.

Emma: Even though you had a connection with the teacher, why did you receive an invitation if you didn't attend the school, Nokto?

Nokto: Recently, I had a chance to talk with a nobleman who funds the school in Benitoite at a meeting I attended.

Nokto: I mentioned my tutor's name, and said I wanted to use their educational institutions as a reference for our country...

Nokto: I showed my interest in the school and steered the conversation towards getting invited to the party.

Emma: Wow... That worked out well.

Nokto: It's partly thanks to the fact that he's the type who likes to show off.

Nokto: Even if it's a small country, it's something to boast about that he has a connection with the king, right?

Emma: I see. But to have met such a nobleman by chance--

(—Wait, knowing Nokto, maybe...)

Emma: Was meeting that nobleman really a coincidence?

Nokto: You saw through me?

Nokto: Actually, I knew that nobleman would be attending the meeting from the beginning, and getting the invitation was also as planned.

Nokto: I thought I might need an excuse to go to Benitoite.

(Amazing... He was working with everything in sight.)

(With his negotiation skills to make things go his way, as expected of my fiancé--)

Clavis: "My fiancé is so wonderful and reliable... I love him, I adore him, I want to kiss him right now."

Emma: You're not mocking me right now, are you!?

Clavis: Haha, was it similar?

Emma: Not at all!

Nokto: Emma.

Emma: Nokto, say something too--

Nokto: You can kiss me anytime you want.

Emma: ...Could you tell me more about that founding anniversary party?

Nokto & Clavis: Are you embarrassed? / You're blushing?

Emma: Don't tease me, both of you!

*flashback over*

(--I remembered some extra things...)

Pulling myself together, I listen to Silvio's voice.

Silvio: I'll also be attendin' the anniversary party 'cause I personally fund the school. We'll head there together tomorrow.

Nokto: Okay, thanks.

Silvio: The real reason you came to my country at this time is probably 'bout the three-country alliance, right? Is there anythin' else?

(Oh... he knew... But Nokto doesn't seem surprised at all, as if he expected to be asked.)

Perhaps not all the nobles of Benitoite are aware of our purpose. Judging from Nokto's interactions so far, it might be that Silvio is particularly perceptive.

Nokto shrugged his shoulders in resignation.

Nokto: Ah, as expected, you saw through me.

Nokto: If I remember correctly, isn't that facility about to open?

(Huh...?)

Unfamiliar information came out of Nokto's mouth, and my heart began to race with unease.

Silvio: As always, you're quick to hear the news.

Nokto: A small country can't survive without being sensitive to information.

Silvio: You understand well.

Silvio: Whether it's money or anythin' else, fresh information is essential to gettin' your hands on it.

(What does that mean...? I haven't heard anything other than the founding anniversary party...)

Nokto: I have some good information about the facility. That's why I came to the castle to offer it to you, Silvio.

Silvio: Ha, I see. If you have a gift, I won't pry into unnecessary matters.

From the exchange with Silvio, I can see that Nokto really isn't fazed at all.

(And yet, I'm getting flustered just because something unexpected happened...)

I think I've become quite a bit more resilient compared to when I first met Nokto, but as I spend more time by his side as the future queen and become more involved in official duties, I've come to feel that I'm still immature.

(That's why I want to be careful not to become a burden to Nokto.)

As I'm renewing my resolve, Silvio turns around.

Silvio: We're done talkin'. I have other business to attend to, so I'll be goin'.

Silvio: --Oh, that's right. I'll throw a little welcome party for ya tonight, so come.

Nokto: My, how generous of you. Emma and I will attend.

Emma: Thank you, Prince Silvio.

Silvio: Yes, even if I say it's a small party, extravagance is the Benitoite way. Enjoy yourselves to the fullest.

Silvio shifts his gaze from me to Nokto and stares intently.

Silvio: But, be a little prepared.

Nokto: Hmm?

Silvio: You're not popular in my country, King Nokto.

Leaving behind an unsettling warning, Silvio left the guest room.

Around the time the setting sun sank below the windswept horizon and the curtain of night fell--

Benitoite, under the leadership of Prince Silvio, held a welcome party for the visiting King and future Queen of Rhodolite.

The finest alcohol, cuisine, music, hospitality, and the entire space were all extravagantly luxurious...

Nokto chuckled at me as I hurriedly covered my gaping mouth with my hand.

Nokto: You've been surprised by everything since you came to the castle.

Emma: Because everywhere I look, I see expensive things... I'm starting to get nervous in a different way.

Nokto: Shall I loosen you up?

Contrary to his seemingly considerate words, a mischievous smile played on Nokto's lips.

Emma: ...As long as it's within the bounds of common sense.

Nokto: What kind of things are outside the bounds?

Emma: That's...

Nokto: Your face is red.

Emma: Eh?

Nokto: Lewd.

Emma: I-it's different from what Nokto is thinking!?

Nokto: Yes, yes, indecent instead of lewd.

(It means the same thing even if you say it differently!?)

Nokto: So? Did that loosen you up?

Emma: Ah, now that you mention it... You could have loosened me up in a more normal way, though.

Nokto: But it was within the bounds of common sense, wasn't it?

Emma: Ugh... Thank you.

Nokto: You're welcome.

Pushing down the embarrassment that came in place of nervousness thanks to Nokto, I pick up my glass.

When I try the Benitoite liquor, a refreshing sweetness spreads in my mouth.

(Delicious...)

While sipping my drink, I casually look around and see the nobles cheerfully chatting and enjoying the food.

(I wonder what Silvio meant by those words. So far, there's nothing strange about the party itself...)

Emma: Hey, Nokto. Do you have any idea what Silvio meant by what he said earlier?

Nokto: All I can say is, there are a few things that come to mind.

It's true that Nokto was a womanizer before we met, and there were always rumors about his affairs.

But it shouldn't be to the extent that it would earn him a bad reputation even in other countries...

Besides, if it's Nokto, he should have already sensed that he's unpopular with some people in Benitoite.

And the reason for that is--.

(Is he not telling me on purpose because he doesn't want me to know...?)

(Or is he trying not to worry me about unnecessary things during the party?)

Benitoite Noble: King Nokto, Lady Emma, welcome to Benitoite.

Nokto: Thank you for the warm welcome. Thanks to you, we are having a pleasant evening.

Nokto: As expected, your country has a fine selection of alcohol.

(I'll think about it and ask him later. I have to focus on socializing now.)

I consciously switched my mindset and continued to interact with the important people of Benitoite.

The atmosphere of the party was no different from any other I had attended.

(But... what is it?)

Even though I thought it was the same, I suddenly felt a sense of discomfort that I couldn't quite put into words.

To find out what it was, I looked around just like I did before--

(Ah...)

Nokto: How long are you planning to stay dressed like that?

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vampirevatican · 1 year ago

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Heart Don't Stand a Chance

a record player starts, and the countess opens a book. “tonight, you'll hear the tale of two strangers growing closer. i hope you enjoy, delulutober!”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - MDNI, friends to lovers, unrequited/unconfessed love, smoking weed, extremely touch starved/cuddly but "we're just friends", smut, oral, groping, p in v sex, mating press, foreplay, teasing

summary - he talked you up from the club all the way to your place. you shared blunts, thoughts, and feelings, but somewhere along that road from strangers to friends something started to grow.

notes - 2.5k words, i heard this song. i thought about hobie bc as chill as he is, he carries himself like he's hot shit and even with that there is a depth to him. attempt at his british slang pattern, or bbe (black british english)... mighta blew my best work in the first half, ye.

Tonight was a clubbing kind of night. After the week you had it was crucial to go out looking the baddest and having a night on the town. You couldn't get carried away on drinks, had to drive yourself home, and didn't feel like dealing with ignorant men trying to get you wasted. Infact, you weren't gonna tolerate any nigga that tried to shoot his shot tonight. Yes you were the finest thing out here but that didn't mean you had to suffer their bullshit. Then he showed up, tall, dark and handsome.

"Hey there peng ting," and his voice, "thought I could chirps you for a bit." You let him, but find yourself rolling your eyes. "Alright boy, what's ya name?" You take the bait and with that cute accent of his he says, "Hobie, Hobie Brown. Yours?" Your heart, or something else, was already dead set on how hot he is and if the conversation went nice this exception would be worth it. It was, because he spent that night just talking to you. Sure he flirted but it felt more like a teasing banter than him being desperate for you to be in his bed.

He would've been drinking but decided to hold off for you, "Who needs Vera Lynn, when you're here, I'm already bein' entertained." You laughed and he swore he'd never hear a more beautiful sound. "So where's your ends, would've spotted a pretty bird like you a while ago." Hobie could feel that you were trying to stay guarded but you hadn't pushed him away or backed off. "Islington," She answered and took a sip of her drink with those shiny lips, "From outta the country for a bit. Call it a vacation and business trip." Her voice was like music to his ears and he couldn't get enough, "Ah, you're my neighbor then. Islington a straight shot to London, innit? If you're doing business, what's your business here then?" Basic small talk but he had gotten all the info he needed out of you then and there. Name, Occupation, Intrests and a couple other base line things along with hearing that lovely laugh.

It was far too long for the both of you to have felt such a spark and comfortability between another person. Sure he had his 'bredrin' but something about this was different, it was like there was more to it. The night flew by and even though the club was packed it felt like it was just you and him.

"So you usually frequent pubs like this?" You asked him and he simply shrugged, "A bit of a pass time. I see you've caught up with some of the slang, what do you get up to?" The conversation stayed like this, shooting questions back at each other, "When I ain't busy, I stick to my own. Foreign place and I'm not trying to get in no rubble." Occasionally flirting, "You're looking dench, ya always dress that sharp or is it just for me?" You ask and he compliments you right back. "Got pretty nice garms yourself. If you want it to be just for you, go ahead." He said, not shooting down your advances either.

With a drink or two, low in alcohol, for the both of you he offered to take this night out on the town with him as an escort. Both of you leaning against the bar and looking out at the sea of people he leaned down next to you and said, "Like a suitcase in here. Should head on out if we want the privacy." Something about that didn't sound like a terrible idea, so you agreed and let him hitch a ride in your car. Sharing playlists together on the ride back to your place, since he didn't really mind where he woke up and unbeknownst to you he was looking out for your comfortability and safety.

That was your first night in the UK you didn't spend alone. Yeah you had made some friends over here and sometimes there were sleepovers that consisted of binging shows, doing each other's hair or makeup. Some indoors and sometimes outdoors fun, but this was vastly different. His fine, lanky ass was waltzing through your apartment like he owned the place before plopping down dead center on the couch. Man spreading and arms outstretched on the back of the couch.

"What?" Hobie simply asked when he caught you staring. It wasn't like he minded it, infact he thought it was cute and it gave him time to stare when those pretty brown eyes focused somewhere else. It felt like you were tracing the outline of his body, sketching down the details instead of stripping him bare. " 's rude to stare, leng." He said, propping his hands behind his head and putting his boots on the coffee table, closing his eyes for a second before catching your gaze to see you try and hold back a smile as you rolled your eyes and shook your head. "You're bare brown, a damn mess." The way she mixed his slang and hers was cute too, 'We should mix like that...' he thought but shook it off as he picked up the remote to put something on the TV. Meanwhile in your room you decided to go ahead and unwind because, you're back home, it's late, and you'll be damned if you don't wash your face and get into something comfortable.

Hearing your footsteps he didn't even turn his head to address you at first, "Almost thought you'd leave me he-" He was cut off by a huge bonnet smacking him in the face. "Dumbass, it's my flat and if you spending the night; like i expect you to," you said muttering that one bit of expectations, "then put that on, no need to fuck up those nice locs when we skin folk." He obliged and felt you settle in beside him. It couldn't have been the drinks, so it had to be genuine, because looking at you in your bonnet and a huge sleep shirt was enough to make his heart skip a beat. She was definitely still leng without the makeup, fancy dress or accessories. "A bit rude to stare, innit?" and that beautiful voice.

Since that night you two have had smoke and jam seshes, movie nights, youtube, and streaming binges. You had gotten his number and address and would swing by anytime you could if he couldn't because you were 'neighbors'. Some nights he'd stay and spend some of the morning with you, and vice versa. Other times he had other things to do and so did you, or was it being petty? You weren't sure and couldn't quite understand it either. Though thinking on the nights before, as the sun rose, whenever you got in the shower or took a bath it felt like washing off glitter. Cleaning off the sparkle and shine his very presence filled you with, it was like any other mundane task and life returned to normal, until he came along again. Nights of watching some thing and laying your head on his shoulder, laying down in his lap, being held in his arms. Flopping down on your bed you let out the biggest sigh. If you loved him, it would be too much to handle. He couldn't feel the same way back, he's just really comfortable with you, right?

Tonight was just like any other night but the days before weren't. Each morning or late-night goodbye was reconciling with the thought of something more. Hobie couldn't get you out of his mind and every time you hung out he couldn't stop overthinking exactly what you thought of him. If it wasn't that it was focusing on you. How your soft brown skin felt against him, how you looked up at him, your lips either glossed over or baren, the shape of your body, the way you got more and more comfortable with him. Your head on his shoulder and watching the TV as you both commentated over a show you've seen more than once now. "Hobie?" your voice pulled him out of the trance you had always put him in, though the thoughts of fucking you didn't stop and they were just stronger now with you being so close. "You wanna take a hit or nah?" He could only nod and took the blunt from you, 'I am... way too horny to talk to this woman right now...' This was definitely true but from your perspective, it seemed like any other day, until you went to lay your head on his lap, and in an instant you were sitting on his lap.

You could feel just how hard he was through his sweatpants and now you were both just staring at each other. Brown eyes locked in a staring contest, waiting for a first move while drowning in each other's gaze. His hands slide up and down your sides and settle at your hips and you feel a shiver down your spine. "H...hobs," your voice was like a whisper as he got closer to you, "Yeah?" He broke his stare by looking at your slightly parted lips, and without another word, he kissed you. His kiss trails from your lips to your neck as he makes a low groan from you rocking your hips and wiggling ever so slightly. His hips slightly buck upwards as a whine leaks out from his lips, while he nuzzles your neck and whispers, "This has been on my mind, all day." Both of your grinding stops for a moment as your hands go to cup his face and force him to look at you directly. "Hobie, if you feel the way that I feel... then I trust you." With those words, he felt instant encouragement and a softness in his heart. He kissed you once more, just as passionately but it felt more intimate instead of heated.

Squeezing your hips and caressing your thighs brought the both of you back to your previous activities, and you continued to rub upon his grey sweatpants that had started this mess. Breaking the kiss once more, you rest your forehead on his shoulder and moan out to him. "Hobie, please... more." His hands were playing with the waistband of your shorts and hearing your plea he pulled them down, along with your panties, with your help. Now, straddling him you go to pull at his sweatpants, "Closed mouths don't get fed, if you want me to join ya just say so." He teased and you rolled your eyes, getting up off of him and then getting on your knees as you pulled off his sweatpants. His cock sprung out and you licked your lips, he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. Stroking him and kissing up and down his shaft, maintaining eye contact you tease him back, "Hm? What is it Hobie, did you want more." You say before licking slowly from the base and up to his tip, feeling his hips shudder and another whine escape his lips. He didn't need to ask, feeling your mouth take him in before he could say anything. His hands gripping the couch cushion he was sitting on as you sucked him off, stopping for a moment and taking one of his hands and placing it on your twists. "You can touch, like I said I trust you." Feeling the long twists in his hands and stroking your head he smiled, "Thank you." Taking his length back into your mouth you hummed in approval, continuing where you left off.

Just as he was about to cum you stopped and he let out a laugh and groan, "What now baby?" Hearing that pet name made your heart soar as you stood up and sat on his lap again, taking off your shirt and bra, back pressed to his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder again. "You're either gonna fuck me hard or reciprocate, Id like both though." Your breath against his ear gave him goosebumps, and he swallowed hard. His hard-on slightly twitched from your words and you slid your slit up and down his shaft, the slick spreading across him.

Without saying a word he started to rub circles into your clit, the right amount of pressure that made you hips chase his hand while still grinding on him. His other hand made it's way to one of your tits as he kissed and licked at you neck. Your moans filled the room and after enough foreplay you guided him into your hole and started to ride him. Hips rolling back and forth as he thrusted upwards and kept you steady on him by holding your hips.

In the moment you turn to look at him and his gaze was focused on where you swallowed him whole, he looked as entranced as any other time you caught him just looking at you. You whisper in his ear, "You fit so good inside, filling me up just rig-ht!" Your voice becomes a slight screm of surprise as he turns you around and picks you up, standing, with him still inside. Feeling you clench around him he chuckles and you drop your head on his shoulder. "Aw, you were close huh?" He coos to you as he moves to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed. When he slides himself out you can't help but let out the most desperate whine, but it's then replaced with some silence as you feel him lift your legs. Knees pressed to you shoulders,"Don't worry, gonna fill you right up again." Your heart beat quickens and your skin feels so hot that only standing in a freezer could cool you down, after hearing those words against your ear. He slams himself back in and sit for a second drinkng in your loud scream and you falling apart on his cock. He then rode you through the mid point of your orgasm, riling you up all over again.

You woke up the next morning with him by your side, your limbs tangled with eachother. Neither of you left eachother that morning and when he had to go he kissed your forehead. The next week that followed was radio silence on both ends and from that night you couldn't deny it anymore. It was more than just the sex, it was his prescene alone in any context that put you on cloud nine. A feeling like this was few and far inbetween and you couldn't resist when he offered to hang out again, this time at his house boat.

Laying side by side on his mattress, looking at the stars through the sun roof, you didn't cuddle up to him like you usually did. "What's wrong?" He simply asked and you looked over to find his gaze lazer focused on you. "You love me right?" Is all you could manage, word vomit, a ridiculous question but he didn't think of it as such. Pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair, still in those long and pretty twists. "Of course I do, and I promise I ain't going no where."

#*⁠.⁠✧𝖛𝖛'𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗🍷#hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x female reader

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justicerikai · 1 year ago

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #83 The Tendou Household

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

Seiza: Japanese sitting position where one sits politely on your knees.

Atami is a place known as a resort town and for its hot springs. The perfect place to cleanse your soul and soak into relaxation. This is also a location in the easter egg ending of AI: The Somnium Files. This part is irrelevant. I like making people read more than necessary.

Everyone: Ahahaha

Sarukawa: …..

Sarukawa: A dream, huh…

Sarukawa: …!

Sarukawa: Where, am I….

Housemaid 1: Ah, Sarukawa-sama!

Sarukawa: !?

Assistant 2: Nakagami-sensei, what’s the report?

Nakagami: Our personnel and budget got cut, and we must refrain from any conspicuous actions for the time being.

Assistant 2: I knew we went too far, even if it was done in the name of capturing the Charismas.

Nakagami: This damned decrepit country prioritizing appearance rather than results.

Torahime: No matter, Torahime will follow Sensei to the depths of hell!

Nakagami: What’s the destination of the Charismas

(Hitting desk sound)

Torahime: Ngagh!

Assistant 3: Please look at this!

Assistant 1: What is it

Assistant 3: This is the house where Tendou Amahiko was born, but isn’t this place…

Assistant 1: !? Don’t tell me… Tendou is…THAT Tendou!?

Assistant 3: The esteemed family behind generations worth of skilled doctors. The kind whose connections run deep in politics and finance.

Assistant 1: Not a chance we’d even come near if this is where they’re hiding…!

Assistant 2: I’m sure the higher ups wouldn’t want any kind of conflict either…!

Assistants: ….! What do we do… To think it’s really….

Nakagami: Do not falter!

Assistants: !?

Nakagami: It’s irrelevant. Whatever the situation at hand may be, we march to capture them.

Nakagami: No matter the risks we must take.

Assistants: ….!

Torahime: Sensei…

(The sound of housemaids moving around)

Sarukawa: ….

Sarukawa: Um… ‘m seriously doin’ fine here, no need to go outta yer way like that now.

Maidservant 1: How preposterous!

Maidservant 1: Such considerate arrangements are a given when you’re a bosom friend of young master Amahiko!

Sarukawa: We ain’t no chums

Manservant: Sarukawa-samaaaaaa~!

(Sound of running through the corridor, sliding into seiza position)

Manservant: Here, my good sir. Hair wax of the finest caliber in terms of holding power.

Sarukawa: WHA-!?

Manservant: I’m well aware of the peril and life-dangering risks Sarukawa-sama has gone through to keep his hair standing upright, no matter the cost!

Sarukawa: That’s embarrassing! The fuck did you get that from! Who told ya!

Maidservant 2: Sarukawa-samaaaa!

Sarukawa: What’s it this time!

Maidservant 2: It appears that your bosom friends have made their return.

Sarukawa: Eh?

Maidservant 1: Welcome back, Terra-sama!

Terra: Thaaanks~~

Manservant: Welcome, Motohashi-sama!

Iori: Sorry to keep you waiting~

Terra: It sure warmed me all up~

Rikai: Honestly, such a pleasant hot bath.

Iori: Riiight~

Sarukawa: Huh?

Iori: Ah, Saru-chan’s awake! Good morning

Rikai: Looks like you’re fine, what a relief.

Sarukawa: The hell have you guys been up to?

Fumiya: Vacation

Sarukawa: Huh!?? WUH!? EH!? HUEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!!!??

The five of them: Huh?

Sarukawa: VACATION?

The five of them: Yea

Sarukawa: While I was knocked out you went on VACATION!?

Terra: To Atami

Sarukawa: NO WAY!

Iori: The hot springs were amazing.

Rikai: Not to mention how beautiful the ocean was.

Sarukawa: WAITwaitwait, you GOTTA be pulling my leg. What the fuck are you idiots doing

Terra: I mean, it’s not like you were able to lift a finger or anything for a while. So we had time to kill in the meantime.

Fumiya: Then I got an idea. Now's the chance! Let’s go to Atami, like that.

Sarukawa: Don’t just get used to this shit!!! Show some concern no matter how many times this happens!!!

Ohse: Sorry, Sarukawa-san. At the very least take this as a souvenir.

Ohse: A drawing I made of Atami’s sea.

Sarukawa: AS IF I NEED THAT!!!!!!

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the others calming him down)

Iori: Calm down, Saru-chan…! There’s a good reason for this!

Sarukawa: Hahn!?

Maidservant 1: Young master Amahiko, her ladyship is…

Amahiko: ….Understood.

Sarukawa: Hah? Ya bailed outta this place?

Fumiya: Yeah

Fumiya: The Tendous are no small-fry

Fumiya: Timing was just right to get away under the guise of you needing rest, but a new problem popped up.

Rikai: The family has been investigating us.

Rikai: What kind of people we are, what our relationship is with their precious son.

Rikai: And it’s not as if I can say that we’re a ragtag bunch of misfits, save for me.

Terra: Why? Nothing’s stopping you

Rikai: Absolutely not! Amahiko-san’s the worst one of all!

Iori: That’s why, Saru-chan, we had to take shelter for a bit.

Iori: A vacation in name only.

Ohse: It was all an act.

Sarukawa: …..

Sarukawa: That’s what’s up, huh

Sarukawa: So, wasn’t like y’all actually went out on a lil’ trip, huh

The five of them: No, we did.

Sarukawa: YOU DID GO!?

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the others calming him down)

Maidservant 2: Everyone?

Four of them: Wuh!

Maidservant 2: Dinner has been arranged.

Four of them: …

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: …….

Rikai: Terrific…

Ohse: Is such a thing really okay…

Iori: …Unbearable---

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: …….

Terra: YUM! I think Terra-kun’s gotta go for seconds

Fumiya: Unfair, Terra, I want too. Excuse meeeeee

(Sound of a small whistle being blown)

Rikai: You two…! Your behaviour…! And how can you two be so unbothered?

Ohse: Where’s Amahiko-san?

Iori: Dunnooo

Rikai: And where did Saru go?

Iori: Drinking his sorrows away alone in his room

Ohsa: Uwah…

Amahiko’s mother: Is it to your liking?

The four of them: Wah!

(Rikai being flustered)

Rikai: Terra-san, Fumiya-san…! Seiza…! Straighten your back and…! C’mon, hurry…!

Amahiko’s mother: My apologies for showing up during your meal.

Four of them: No no not at all, Ma’am

Amahiko’s mother: Once again, I am Amahiko’s mother.

Amahiko’s mother: Thank you for always taking care of my son.

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: No no no it’s us who should say so, don’t mention it at all.

Amahiko’s mother: How do I say… What sort of person is Amahiko you all…

Rikai: …Eh?

Amahiko’s mother: Ah, please excuse my impoliteness.

Amahiko’s mother: He never mentions anything to us.

Amahiko’s mother: Could you kindly tell me about it, if that is alright with you all?

Rikai: …Ah

Amahiko’s mother: What is his occupation at the moment?

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: HUH!?

Amahiko’s mother: Eh?

Rikai: Huh?

Amahiko’s mother: Hm?

Iori: Wha?

Amahiko’s mother: Uh huh?

Ohse: Mhm?

Amahiko’s mother: ?

Fumiya: ?

Amahiko’s mother: Did I ask something I shouldn’t have..?

Terra: Amahiko-san’s job, right? He’s the World Se--

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Huh? World?

Rikai: Ah, no, ah, uuum, well, you see with world, um, yes world yes, um right ma’am you see, it’s it’s it’s that yes Yes uuum Amahiko-san’s work is world, um, Yes! Basically the world! Amahiko-san goes around the world, doing all kinds of wonderful labor!

Amahiko’s mother: Oh my! That’s overseas then.

Rikai: Exactly!

Amahiko’s mother: And what does he do overseas specifically?

Rikai: EH!?

Terra: Stripping and pole da-…

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Excuse me?? Stripping????

Rikai: With stripping he means, um, that, that there’s a lot of circumstances surrounding it which Minato Ohse-kun will explain further.

Ohse: Wha-!! You jest, milord!

Rikai: You can do it.

Ohse: …! Um… stripping is like, um, uuuh… poop…? No not poop, absolutely not poop…!

Ohse: …!

Iori: With stripping it’s not meant in the sense of taking off clothes, but stripping yourself of any prejudice towards others.

Amahiko’s mother: Huh

Iori: In other words, Amahiko’s work overseas pertains to helping out any kind of person no matter who they are, isn’t that right, Ohse-san.

Ohse: Yes, exactly that.

Ohse: (IO-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Amahiko’s mother: …Some kind of humanitarian aid, then

Iori & Ohse: Yes!

Amahiko’s mother: And what does that include then?

Terra: Asparagus, Assparagus-

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Asparagus?

Rikai: Amahiko-san developed a new variety of asparagus!

Terra: Bobongalinga---!

Amahiko’s mother: Bobongalinga?

Rikai: Bobongalinga is a region under conflict at the moment.

Rikai: Asparagus is being distributed, free of charge, to the refugees and children in need

Terra: ECSTASYYYYY---!!

Iori: Is what the people feel thanks to the economic benefits from cultivating this new form of asparagus.

Terra: Propagating sexy--

Ohse: Scientists are propagating how to grow this new species of asparagus

Ohse: It’s referred to as the Se-XY method, which involves Selenium and the XY system, in order to grow more

Amahiko’s mother: Oh wow… It's as if he’s performing some kind of liberation campaign overseas.

(Sound of dishes rattling)

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: LIBERATION CAMPAIGN! THAT!

Iori: Just as you say, ma’am

Rikai: Indeed, ma’am, it’s truly praiseworthy.

Ohse: Amahiko-san never fails to impress

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: Ahahaha…hahah…

(Sound of the door sliding open)

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: !?

Sarukawa: ★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽!!!!!!!

Rikai: (Saru!? At this timing!?)

Iori: (He’s awfully drunk!)

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the three of them calming him down)

Sarukawa: I’MMAKILLYA!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: KILL!?

Fumiya: (Slides in) You’re mistaken, ma’am. He’s speaking a different language

Fumiya: He’s a foreigner

Amahiko’s mother: From what country?

Fumiya: Bobongalinga

Amahiko’s mother: Oh my! This guy is!?

Fumiya: He’s one of the children in need

Fumiya: Tendou-san rescued him, and thus brought him to his own home.

Fumiya: His overwhelming joy led him to have one too many drinks, and is unconsciously speaking in his native language.

Amahiko’s mother: Although he seems to be upset for some reason…

Fumiya: Interpreter Motohashi-kun.

Iori: Yessir!

Iori: “I will never forget Tendou-san’s favor. He’s a good man beyond words.”

Iori: “Which is why, Ma’am, no further inquiry is necessary.”

Iori: “ok I’m going to bed now goodnight.”

Sarukawa: WE GOTTA GO NO MATTER WHAT, TO ATAMI! ATAMIIIII!!!!!!!!!

(Rikai and Ohse bringing Sarukawa away)

Amahiko’s mother: …..

Amahiko’s mother, Rikai, Ohse, Fumiya and Iori: Ahahaha… hahaha

Amahiko’s mother: Hahaha.. (cough, cough)

Amahiko’s mother: Fufu.. sorry.

Amahiko’s mother: Thank you, everyone. Your kindness has put me at ease as his mother.

Amahiko’s mother: He’s working hard in his own way.

Rikai, Ohse, Fumiya and Iori: Aah, yes you know, he’s truly wonderful yes…!

Terra: Hmph

Terra: ….

Ohse: (Terra-san wasn’t the only one who thought so.)

Ohse: (If all of this was okay.)

Ohse: ….?

Ohse: …Amahiko-san?

Ohse: …! That’s…!

Amahiko’s father: How far must you indulge yourself to finally have your satisfaction.

Amahiko’s father: You’re a man of the Tendou family. Any more selfishness will not be forgiven.

Amahiko: …..

Amahiko: ………Duly noted.

Amahiko: Dear father…

Extra TL notes for the TL notes enthusiasts:

There’s a pun with 脱いで (nuide, get nekkid) and 一肌脱いで (hitohadanuide, to pitch in and help). This became stripping.

Iori makes a pun on ecstasy with エクスタ市, read as “ekusuta-shi” with the shi part meaning city. Tried to make a pun like, ecsta city, but ECSTA exists as the European Council for Student Affairs. Pun has been just circumvented by turning into something else, especially considering sexy gets the same treatment with セク市 (pun on セクシー).

#charisma house #charismahouse #ito fumiya #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #terra #motohashi iori #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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sundove88 · 2 years ago

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The Day The Demon Cat Came to Town (A PreCure Villains Ft. Kyubey Fanfic Based on Wormy + Baby Bottle)

Synopsis: George Kurai tells the villains to not even open a box containing the “Ultimate Weapon” while he’s on vacation. Chaos ensues.

“Sunscreen? Check. Vacation clothes? Check. Looks like I’m all prepared.” George Kurai said as he shoved everything into the suitcase that he was going to use for his vacation, alongside his personalized coffee cup. “Mr. Kurai, don’t forget to say hi to our former ally Gentlu aka Cure Finale for us.” Narcistoru replied as he carried a mixing bowl. “Spaghetti tacos await your return.” He whispered as a tiny Recipepe perched on his shoulder. “I’ll surely look forward to that.” George Kurai replied as he made his way towards the door, but not before passing a box with holes in it and Wolfrun + Akaoni, who were playing a video game. “I’m gonna be going on vacation for a few days. And I have two rules for you all.” He said as everyone immediately shut up.

“Rule number one… don’t even think about opening that box. It contains the ultimate weapon against the Precures and I want nothing to do with it- got it from an interdimensional black market or something like that.” He started, pointing to a box that had holes in it that said “DO NOT TOUCH”. “Rule number two… no fighting!” He said as he made his way out the door. But rule number two was broken in more than just a few seconds, as Wolfrun and Akaoni immediately started a fight cloud; with more of their comrades joining in. Moments into the fight cloud, Wolfrun broke the silence. “HOLD IT! Say, guys, why are we fighting again?” He asked. “Well… because we’re evil!” Akaoni replied. “Good!” The wolf replied and the fight continued.

A few minutes passed, and everyone started feeling… bored, for lack of a better term. That was when they noticed the box had opened up on its own. No one had touched it, and no one had gone near it. What could’ve happened?! “How did that open?!” Wolfrun said as he approached. Suddenly, a white cat like creature popped out of the box, with red eyes, gold rings, and a very suspicious smile. “Awww! It’s a little kitty cat!” Bad End Happy said as she took the creature in her arms. “Wait. Didn’t Mr. Kurai say that was his Ultimate Weapon?!” Kabaton said, pointing to the cat. “You make a good point, porkchop. What is your name?” Battamonda asked as he approached the tiny creature. “Kyubey.” He said.

“Ah, hello Kyubey! How are you-!” Wolfrun began. But his sentence was cut off by the small cat like being saying, “And I have come for your souls.” At those words, everyone screamed and hid behind a table. “What IS that thing?!” Akaoni said as he peeked behind the table. “I don’t know! I thought it would be a cute pet or something like that!” Kabaton said as he began to set up a trap. “Yeah! But one of us has to act as bait so we can get that… that… THING… outta there!” Wolfrun shouted. The other villains hesitated, knowing that they didn’t want to be bait for whatever had arrived before them. “I’ll be the bait!” Akaoni said as he stepped before the demon cat and stood his guard while Wolfrun waited with the biggest butterfly net he could find. “Here, kitty kitty.” The giant Oni said as he coaxed the cat into his hands. But the moment he picked up the incubator, Kyubey bit back. “I’ll burn you into ash without hesitating.” He threatened as Akaoni gave a girly scream and leapt into the same net Wolfrun was going to catch Kyubey in.

At the same time, George Kurai was checking into his hotel room and soon decided to hit the swimming pool, sunscreen in hand. Why are things gonna get really bad back at the base?! Eh, it’s only just your imagination. He thought as he went down the elevator and made his way towards the pool. But back at the base, things weren’t going as well. Kyubey had escaped into another room, and Majorina was photographing Joker holding an Akanbe nose… only for their comrades to interrupt the picture and ruin it. “Why would you ruin this glorious moment?!” the clown snapped. “THAT THING!! THE DEMON CAT!!” Wolfrun pointed to Kyubey as he trotted over. “That?! That’s not a Demon Cat! It’s adorable!” Majorina replied as she picked up the incubator. Both her and Joker laughed until Kyubey spoke yet again. “I will grind your faces into head Cheese.” He threatened as both of them screamed and ran for it.

Both the Oni and the Wolf knew they had to do SOMETHING. So, without hesitation and after seeing their comrades devoured, they decided to warn EVERYONE about the demon cat and the danger he posed. “Ok, Akaoni. We only have ONE SHOT at this. We have to do it, and it’s crazy enough to work.” He said to his comrade. “On it.” Akaoni replied. “RUN, EVERYBODY, RUN! DEMON CAT!!!” They screeched as everyone who heard them ran for their lives. Their plan was working! After that, they started putting up posters of Kyubey, with the titular incubator paying them a visit only seconds later. When that didn’t work, they convinced Yango to go into his powered up form. “ATTENTION EVERYONE THERE’S A DEMON CAT WHO’S GONNA KILL YOU ALL!!” Akaoni announced, causing everyone below on the ground to scatter. Even rallying the other baddies together didn’t work, with Kyubey walking into the middle of the assembly, causing everyone to run away, street lamps to crash down, and everything to be set ablaze unceremoniously; followed by the giant witch Walpurgisnacht floating in the sky above the flames.

At the same time, at Dyspear’s penthouse suite, she was enjoying a cup of tea when suddenly… “ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THIS JUST IN: A DEMON CAT IS ON THE RISE AND CAUSING TERROR EVERYWHERE IT GOES!!” The newscast said, causing Dyspear to scream and fling the porcelain cup and saucer away, later throwing herself out the window; with twins Stop and Freeze failing to catch her in the trampoline below. “MY LEG!” Shouted someone as everyone raced around in terror and fear. Joker, on the other hand, was dialing George Kurai out of desperation. Ring-a-Ling! Went the CEO’s phone. “Yes? What is it?” George Kurai asked as he sipped a Pina colada. “DEMON CAT!!!” Joker yelled as loud as he could. “Oh gosh… I’ve gotta get back, FAST!!” The CEO replied as he rushed around, gathering his things and running out the door of the hotel to find a taxi. “We did it, Akaoni! We saved everyone! Just think what could’ve happened if we didn’t tell everyone about the Demon Cat!” Wolfrun said. “About the What?” Akaoni replied, confused.

At that moment, Kyubey appeared, sending everyone running. During said chase, they ran and screamed through all the towns their worst enemies resided in- from Hope Academy to Marchenland to even Hagukumi City, in hopes that they would be able to lose the pale white hellspawn, but to no avail. Not too long after, George Kurai arrived back. “I’m back. So, why did you call me- Did a hurricane hit this place?!” He said, stunned. Breathless, everyone else pointed to Kyubey, sitting on an armchair that was STILL burning. “You.” George Kurai said as he approached. “Yes, good sir?” Kyubey asked. “YOU!!!” The CEO yelled as he grabbed Kyubey and shoved him into a box, only for him to send the box to another world. “I hope we never see that THING again…!” Kabaton replied before fainting.

At the same time, in another world, Kyubey popped his head out of the box; only to see reds everywhere. At that moment, a trio of demons approached and looked at it. “Where did that thing come from, Blitzo?!” He said. “Don’t you F***ing ask, Moxxie.” Blitzo replied to Moxxie and Millie as they took the box and placed it on the table…

The End?

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midwesternorcprincess · 2 years ago

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so i met this girl a while back through my local bdsm group, just from social meetings at a bar, we were kinda friendly with each other and eventually ended up playing together (my first time actually trying that), during which some Feelings ignited for me i guess. thought maybe she was kinda flirting with me afterward, like flirting flirting, outside of play, she kept looking at me and no one had ever looked at me that way before. is this what the songs were talking about? but i was like...... no way. she's outta my league, i don't dare make a move

but luckily SHE did, thank god, she asked me out and i was like he'll yeah. she moved out of town in that time and i left the country for vacation (had the time of my frickin LIFE btw but that's another story), so it wasn't until this last weekend she was able to come down here for the date.

man i'm 30 in a couple months and i hadn't done shit in regards to romance, like i'd been on first dates with people from dating apps that went no further and that's it. the single exception was this girl a few years back who was clearly into me after the first date so i tried seeing her for a few months hoping i'd develop some feelings, but i just.... didn't. couldn't. felt terrible about it but i wouldn't let her kiss me and i let her hug me only reluctantly. idk why but i was just NOT into it even though i felt like, here is someone who finally wants me for the first time, i should take what i can get, right. but i couldn't do it, not even for that

so i felt like, you know, the part of me that always tries to prepare for the worst to protect myself, surely this won't go any further, either. at best we have a fine time but i get yet another "didn't feel a connection." whatever that means, tbh i wasn't sure i'd recognize a connection or if i'd even ever felt one except with my very close friends. but i'd also had this feeling, even from the time we'd played together, that this girl would end up being my first kiss. like again i expected it to like, not go well or lead to anything though, and then we'd like awkwardly decide to be friends after all this and that'd be the end of it

but she got down here and things just kind of..... unfolded naturally, believe it or not. i kinda couldn't believe it. i thought i'd be more nervous or hesitant about everything, but when you're on the same page with someone i guess it just kinda happens, we kissed. i never knew how i'd react to kissing, like would it be gross? but it wasn't gross at all, it felt clean. idk man. i was uncertain in the sense of like, i'm not entirely sure what i'm doing or how to steer the kissing course, but not about whether i felt good about it. like emotionally i knew what i wanted to do, it was just a matter of physically coordinating it, i'm clumsy you know. same for when i held her the first time, we laughed a lot fumbling and trying to get our bodies into position, but it felt fun and not awkward.

so by the end of the night we were girlfriends. can't believe i was so comfortable just being close to someone like that, things are never like that for me. idk man. never thought any of this would ever happen to me. it really is never too late, i guess

#personal #tl;dr first kiss and first gf

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andagii-writes · 2 years ago

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Uhhh... turns out the first half was cavity-inducing enough to stand on its own so here it is, my self-indulgent Tumblr 6th anniversary piece.

SYNOPSIS

Hazuki Liassa is leaving her birth town for the first time in her life. Sure, it's only the local train out to the beachside town of Kagas Inlet, but anything outside Haino Springs is still outside. Her first-time traveling jitters are even worse though, because her boyfriend(?) is right next to her. Liassa tries to sort through her nerves as she scrambles to describe her relationship to the nonchalant Kozaki Aren.

1st person POV | 1,407 words.

CW for references to self-harming.

It’s just a beach party to celebrate graduation. Me and Aren—we’re only here together on the local train to Kagas Inlet because everyone else asked us to scout the summer vacation crowds. We’re just supposed to look around, make sure the beach isn’t too crowded or closed off, look for posters about upcoming festivals—which there is; it’s the annual summer festival of Kagas Inlet that I’ll have to perform in once I turn eighteen—and we have to find a hostel or something, some kind of cheap hotel so everyone else can shower before taking the train back—

“Liassa? You breathing?”

Right. Yes, I’m breathing. I nod, but I can’t look at Aren. My face’s too hot.

“Well, first time outta town. I get you’re nervous.” Aren chuckles, his voice as gentle as the prayers he muttered over my bandaged arms last year. “Dunno why the others wouldn’t believe me about Kagas this time of year.”

I crumple the ends of my sleeves into my fists as Naomi’s giggle rings in my ears. Because, she said, you two need a proper beach date before me ‘n Yagi come crash it!

…This is so pathetic of me. Aren never called this a date. He’s just doing a favor for the rest of the group, like always. So it can’t be a date.

Not with me, anyway.

The train car sways with a rhythmic clankety-clank. Morning sun warms the back of my neck before another sway nudges me against Aren. Outside, the town I’m leaving for the first time in my life disappears beyond a bend in the tracks, forest and foliage steadily obscuring Haino Springs away.

“It’s… honestly kind of surreal.” The gleam of the sun casts bands across Aren’s glasses. “But I’m excited. The soonest I could have gone otherwise was next year, so I’m happy to go now. With everyone.”

“Before everyone. Naomi shoved you into this too, y’know.”

“I don’t mind. It’s kinda like—!” Like a date. Didn’t I just say it’s not? Gods, how did I choke it down in time? I’d ask Shirai if he stopped me, but our connection fades the further the train pulls away from his shrine at Haino Springs. That might mean I have some sense, after all.

Aren slouches in his seat. “It is, isn’t it? Given we haven’t gone out in a while.”

The heat in my face sinks into chills down my back. “Did—did I say it out loud? I don’t mean—I wasn’t insinuating—!”

“Nah. But it clicked.” I can’t see his face from behind my hands, but I can hear the laugh in his words. Aren’s grinning. “Naomi’s always looked out for us in her own weird way.”

I’m glad there’s almost no one else on this train. If I look at my reflection in the window across from me, I know all I’d see is red. “I’m sorry, Aren, it’s really my fault. I was so busy after I got out the hospital. Make-ups and estate work and…”

I’m finally looking at him for the first time that day—to apologize, of all things. But even that starts to fade from my throat, because I know now, way better than before, that Aren sees no reason for me to apologize. So I end up staring at him again. I’m dazed. A little dizzy. I still can’t really believe Aren’s next to me like this.

He cocks his head to the side, the glint across his glasses shifting with him. The breeze from an oscillating fan overhead musses the fringes of his dark hair, and for a moment, I can see the true color of his eyes. “Demonic,” according to the senior priestesses, but to me, Aren’s eyes are the color of a kind sunset.

I knot my sleeves into my sweaty hands, my mind’s voice lost to the echoing drums of my own heartbeat. Aren’s smile always makes me so weak.

“Hey.” His fingertips glide through my hair. “I know. You’ve been working hard.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why or how Kozaki Aren ever developed feelings for someone like me. There’s probably some merit to the rumors—that my kagura carries the power of seduction—and the charm on Aren had yet to be dispelled.

But I can feel Shirai admonishing me; it’s that wrench in my chest. I can barely see the outskirts of Haino Springs, and I’ve never been this far from the kami I house, but he still guides my thoughts: Aren wears glasses to block his sensitivity to certain powers. Even if my dance had any powers of bewitchment, Aren’s naked eye would have seen through those spells. Coupled with the innate abilities of his own kami, Aren can break almost any charm or spell.

He's just that powerful on his own.

Meaning, I have no power over him, and I give him no benefit.

Yet he was still the first to find me when I cut too deep.

Aren pulls his hand away, the edges of the tape around nearly all his fingers dragging a few strands of my hair. He hurries an apology as he carefully eases off each black strand.

The train, racing past fields of rice paddies, slows as it rounds another bend. My first glimpse of the sea glitters like a multifaceted mirror, so dazzling that I bounce out of my seat and paste my face against the window.

Aren’s right next to me, his hand against my back. “Fog’s just starting to burn off,” he says. “Nice day like this might bring out a bigger crowd.”

“We should have brought something. An umbrella or a cooler box. Towels, or, or… anything, really.”

Even with the bindings across his hands, Aren’s strong enough to keep me and himself steady as the train sways again. “I know a place,” he says. “We’ll grab something there. To stake out a spot, right?”

“And then we can text Naomi for whatever else we need.”

“You mean, ‘text Naomi so Yagi can carry it.’”

We laugh at his expense but plan to find as much as possible ourselves to spare poor Yagi.

The train pulls past the outer residential neighborhoods of Kagas Inlet. As we ride slower, the sea spans wider into view. I can barely tear my eyes away from it. But I sit down again, Aren’s hand sliding away from my back as he settles next to me. “We have plenty of time ‘til they show up though. So we’ll take it easy.”

When Aren says “easy,” the burdens buzzing in my head always slow down and lighten. They drop to the very bottom of my priorities, because the most important thing to me, when I’m against him like this, is to stay in this moment as long as possible. Here, where I can I both hear and feel his voice, his breath, his heartbeat. The drone of the fan above, the sway and roll of the train, the passing shadows of the telephone poles—all these become part of this moment, and I commit myself to being here with Aren.

Arm around my shoulders, Aren speaks his thoughts aloud, but his voice is gentle, contained within the space between us. “We’ll take a walk. Y’know, see some of the culture—you want to learn more about this place before next year, right? So I’ll show you what I learned.

“Oh, and let’s find a place to eat too. You haven’t had breakfast, right?”

No, I haven’t. Catching the earliest train from Haino to Kagas meant I spent a long, excruciating hour and then some to sneak past the priestesses, including my grandmother and my sister. Breakfast, even the quick snack my Auntie Hisui offered at the side gate of the estate, could have cost me a minute too long.

“Alright. I know some spots. We’ll pick up snacks as we’re walking. It’s a lot of good eats around Kagas.”

The interphone crackles, announcing the train’s last stop: Upper Kagas, Bayside Boulevard. As the station platform looms near, the slowing train keens and whistles. Then, the train pitches, and we finally lurch into a stop.

Aren rises from his seat as the train doors slide open. He offers his bandaged hand to me. “C’mon then, Liassa. It’s a date. Just you and me.”

I take his hand. He is my glittering sea as he is my unbounded sky.

#writing #writeblr #amwriting #original writing #fiction #writers on tumblr #cw: self-harming #it's somewhat related to of spirits' kindling #same universe different point in time

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 226

Book of the Damned

“Book of the Damned”

Plot Description: When Charlie calls to say she’s found the Book of the Damned, the brier he’s race to meet her. But someone else is not on her trail too

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Charlie might have the training and skills to get out of this alive, but u don’t think I would

Pfffft, Castiel not allowing Metatron ANY form of pleasure, not even songs he might like

Cas complaining to Sam over the phone that he just wants to kill Metatron right now. I love him. Man, when he said that Metatron was his new punching bag, he MEANT it

The way Sam is now finding out that the Mark is a curse and Rowena is Crowley’s mom in one conversation like Dean just forgot to tell him

The actual look of hope in Dean’s eyes when Charlie says she’s got a book that can cure any form of damnation.

*noises of discomfort* Dean’s TOO happy about this. Things are going TOO well. “The Boys Are Back In Town” is playing in the impala. Sam is SMILING. I don’t think I wanna know how poorly this is going to turn

WARNING: DEAN WANTS TO GO ON A BEACH VACATION WHEN THIS IS ALL DONE. I can’t handle how this might turn out

I’m trying to piece together why Dean touching the book is a bad thing. I mean, obviously because the completely dissociated and was hearing strange whispers, but why did that happen?

I’m also curious as to who the undercover angel in the diner (at least I’m guessing they’re an angel) is going to be going after, Cas or Metatron or both

Both, I guess. Holy shit… what if that was the Cupid from way back? Welp, guess it doesn’t matter, Metatron just killed him saving Cas’s life

The book is weird and gross and is having a bad effect on everyone in the cabin. I’d love to be done with it

Poor Dean…oh they’re finally having this out. The what happens when Dean can’t fight the Mark anymore fight

“We’ll do what we need to and deal with the consequences later” the Winchester way

Sam, you say you didn’t mean what you said to Dean about him saving you from the Trials, but…it was really convincing when you said it and then left

Oh…oh, Cas…no one deserves to have their entire raison d’etre questioned like that but Metatron’s not completely wrong. What IS your mission now? Is it purely still atonement for what you’ve been involved in doing to heaven (purposely or unwittingly)?

Goddammit. No. Nonononono, Metatron should have never been trusted without the handcuffs. Fuck Metatron

Sam’s an interesting study (or the writers are inconsistent). He’s somehow come to realize how much he loves hunting with Dean (would have been nice to see that progression), and when faced with having to say out loud what he’d do if he couldn’t do that anymore because Dean was gone, he can’t finish the sentence (though last time that happened for a YEAR, he settled down really quickly)

Cas’s wings have seen better days but he’s got his grace back 🎉🎉🎉 at the cost of losing Metatron and the Demon tablet…oh yes, the Demon tablet is back

So now we’ve got confirmation from the family who’ve guarded and used the book for their own nefarious purposes that it CAN cure the Mark but OF COURSE at a super high price, and we gotta get Charlie outta there

$20 says Sam doesn’t actually burn it…that he actually just burned his notes on it…

All this time, and I didn’t realize Cas and Charlie have never met??

CHARLIE. You need to not be wearing so many layers…is that a Lumberjanes shirt?!?! Like the Nate Stevenson created comic??? IS IT?! (After a google search, inconclusive. But to me it is…)

Cas healed Charlie’s carpal tunnel and bullet wound and Charlie asks him if they just became best friends. I wish they would be.

Fuck…I KNEW IT. I knew he didn’t burn the real book. Before the reveal of who’s on the other side of the table from Sam, I’m gonna take….I’m gonna take one guess, actually. I think it might be Crowley (based on the fact that they have his contact info FOR SURE), but runners up are Metatron and Rowena.

ROWENA!!!!!!!!! Oh, amazing move. Sam, you are an absolute moron, but I’m so excited to see that it’s her. She’s who I WANTED it to be but I couldn’t figure out how Sam would have gotten in contact with her

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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lowtaxsa · 2 years ago

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Down and Out in the Big City

Greetings, my fellow seekers of self-improvement! Dr. Fred Malalavich here, back again to enlighten you with tales of the bizarre, twisted, and downright ludicrous. Today, we'll be taking a deep dive into the seedy world of one Lowtax, a down-and-out eternal grifter who's made it his life's mission to con, swindle, and bamboozle his way through life. As we embark on this wild ride, let us extract valuable lessons from Lowtax's misadventures and apply them to our own journey of self-improvement.

Our journey begins with Lowtax, half-asleep in his dingy apartment, already cursing the cruel world that forces him to wake up before noon. He scowls at the peeling wallpaper and contemplates his next move. "Dot coms, e-businesses, gotta make that internet money," he mutters to himself, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

Heaving his lanky frame out of bed, Lowtax stumbles toward the mirror, scrutinizing his scruffy visage. "Gotta look sharp to fleece these suckers," he thinks, scraping a dirty razor across his chin. "Today's the day, baby. Can't let the seedy underbelly of this town get the best of me."

On his way out the door, Lowtax spots a fresh eviction notice. He snorts derisively, crumples it up, and tosses it aside. "Good luck collecting from me, losers," he smirks, as he steps into the shady streets, teeming with shady characters and even shadier opportunities.

As Lowtax navigates the urban jungle, his mind races with possibilities. "Alright, first things first, gotta find some desperate chumps with cash to burn," he muses. "Maybe I can convince 'em to invest in a new line of artisanal vape pens, or a subscription service for designer burlap sacks. Yeah, that's the ticket!"

Lowtax spots a group of gullible-looking tourists snapping selfies by a graffiti-covered wall. "Perfect," he thinks, sidling up to them with a grin. "Hey there, folks! Ever wanted to own a piece of the hottest new trend in eco-fashion? Just hand over your cash, and I'll make you a partner in my revolutionary burlap sack empire!" The tourists, bewildered and intrigued, hand over their vacation funds, buying into Lowtax's absurd pitch.

Flush with cash, Lowtax slinks into a seedy dive bar, looking to score some cheap booze and cheaper company. "Alright, gotta keep this train rollin'," he thinks, nursing a warm beer. "Maybe I can swindle the bartender into giving me free drinks if I promise to promote his rat-infested hellhole on my super-popular blog."

As he sips his beer, Lowtax spots a shifty character in the corner. "This guy's gotta have some dirt on the mayor or something," he thinks, sauntering over. "Hey there, buddy, you look like a man who knows things. What do you say we team up and blackmail the bigwigs in this town, huh? We'll make a killing!"

The shifty guy, it turns out, is an undercover cop, and Lowtax's plan to make a quick buck by blackmailing the powerful quickly falls apart. He's dragged off in handcuffs, cursing his rotten luck, and vowing to bounce back even stronger.

At the police station, Lowtax finds himself tossed into a dirty holding cell. As he sulks in the corner, he notices a deputy leaning against the wall, absentmindedly spinning a set of keys around his finger. The deputy introduces himself as "Spoons" and seems to take a perverse interest in Lowtax's misfortunes. "So, you thought you could pull a fast one on the mayor, huh?" Spoons chuckles, not quite maliciously, but with an unmistakable air of schadenfreude.

Lowtax, never one to miss an opportunity, decides to befriend Spoons, thinking he might be a useful pawn in his grand escape plan. "Hey, Spoons, you ever feel like you're stuck in a dead-end job, bossed around by idiots with shiny badges? I've got a proposition for you. Help me outta here, and we can both stick it to the man and make a fortune in the process!"

Spoons, intrigued by Lowtax's offer and secretly nursing his own grudges against the higher-ups, agrees to consider the proposal. "Alright, I'll think about it," he grumbles, "But if you're just jerking me around, I swear I'll make your life hell in here."

As Lowtax and Spoons plot their grand escape, a sudden explosion rocks the police station. A group of Antifa activists, determined to free one of their own from the clutches of the law, have blown a literal hole in the wall of Lowtax's cell. Seizing the moment, Lowtax yells to Spoons, "Now's our chance! Let's get the hell out of here!"

Spoons hesitates, torn between his duty and his desire for revenge against his oppressive superiors. Finally, he makes a decision, grabbing Lowtax by the arm and pulling him through the hole in the wall. "You better not screw me over," he warns Lowtax, as they sprint out of the police station and into the chaotic night.

Lowtax, grinning like a madman, can't believe his luck. He's managed to escape the long arm of the law, and he's got a new partner in crime to boot. Together with Spoons, Lowtax dives headfirst back into the seedy underbelly of the city, ready to concoct even more outrageous schemes and swindle his way to the top. It's just another day in the life of Lowtax, the eternal grifter, always looking for the next big score.

So, my dear misguided miscreants, that was the dark and twisted tale of Lowtax's adventures in the seedy underbelly of the city. A man whose mind is as tangled as the schemes he concocts, and whose interactions with the world around him are as off-color as they come. What have we learned from this journey, you might ask? As we strive for self-improvement, it's essential to recognize the pitfalls that come with pursuing shortcuts and dishonesty in our lives. Let us take Lowtax's story as a cautionary tale, reminding us to stay on the straight and narrow path to personal growth and to resist the temptation of instant gratification through deception.

Moreover, it's important to surround ourselves with positive influences and to distance ourselves from people like Lowtax, who lurk in the shadows, ready to swindle you out of your hard-earned cash. Embrace the power of honesty, integrity, and perseverance, as these values will ultimately lead you to a more fulfilling and successful life.

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Until next time, dear readers, this is Dr. Fred Malalavich, signing off and wishing you all the best in your journey toward personal growth and success.

#dr fred malalavich #advice #big blog

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dee-writes-angst · 2 years ago

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MY ENDLESS LOVE

FEATURING boyfriend!Steve Harrington x f!Mayfeild/Hargrove reader

CONTENT WARNING near death experience, sad stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, crying steve

SUMMARY Vecna's curse enlightens you to the endless love you have for your boyfriend

AUTHORS NOTE this is shit. Like actual shit, but its kinda cute?

“Oh god!” I could hear Dustin's voice, distant but frantic, as he panted and screamed my name. His hands gripped my shoulders, shaking me desperately, trying to pull me back from the brink. But it was too late. Time had slipped through our fingers like sand. The enemy was going to win, and I was going to die.

I didn't want to die. Not now, not like this. I wanted to live—to see the future I had always imagined with him. I wanted to wake up every morning to his smile, to build a life together. I dreamed of us having a house filled with the laughter of our children, chaotic and joyful. I envisioned family vacations in a van bursting at the seams, every inch of space filled with love and noise. I saw myself in the throes of motherly frustration, tearing my hair out over spilled milk and sibling squabbles, but loving every moment of it.

More than anything, I wanted more time. More time to share lazy Sunday mornings wrapped in his arms. More time to explore the world together, discovering new places and creating memories. More time to argue over trivial things, only to make up and fall in love all over again. I wanted more time to love him, fully and completely. And I wanted more time for him to love me, to see us grow old together, weathering life's storms hand in hand.

But those weren't the cards I was dealt. Fate had other plans, and now, lying here with the weight of impending doom pressing down on me, I realized I needed to take you back to where it all began. You need to understand the journey that brought me to this moment. The choices, the sacrifices, the battles fought and lost. Let me take you back to the start, so you can truly grasp how I ended up here, on the edge of losing everything I held dear.

MARCH 17, 1986

“Babe!” I call from the kitchen, the pounding in my head so intense I can barely think. There's a rush of thumping footsteps from the floor above, and then, suddenly, my gorgeous boyfriend is standing in the doorway.

“Yeah?” Steve asks softly as he steps into the kitchen, walking toward me until he’s close enough to wrap me in his calming embrace.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” I sigh, allowing myself to melt into his embrace. His touch eases some of the tension in my throbbing skull, but the ache remains intense, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll get it. Are you okay?” Steve sounds worried as he runs his fingers gently through my hair.

“Just a headache, no big deal.” I smile and pull away from his arms. Steve's face scrunches in uncertainty, confused by my sudden distance. I quickly grab the two small pills from his outstretched hand and toss them back, dry-swallowing them. “I’ve got work in ten, so I’m outta here. I’ll see you later tonight.” I lie, pressing a quick peck on his lips before leaving the house.

As I start the car, I let out a long sigh. I hate lying to Steve, but ever since Billy, I can't help but blame myself. If I hadn’t been such a coward, my twin brother would still be here. Instead of rushing to his aid, I grabbed Max and watched as that thing took him away from us. The guilt gnaws at me, an ever-present shadow.

I drive through Hawkins, the small town seemingly unchanged despite the chaos that has unraveled my life. The familiar streets and quaint houses pass by in a blur as memories flood my mind—Billy and I racing our bikes, sneaking out late at night, sharing secrets and dreams. Now, all those memories are tainted by the haunting image of his final moments.

Pulling up to my trailer, I stagger into the tiny home, only to be jolted from my reverie by the blaring ringtone of the landline. I groan, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to soothe the ache, and answer the phone.

“Hello ma’am, this is the Hawkins High School counselor calling.” A woman's voice informs me, and I inwardly sigh. Max.

“Hi,” I respond flatly, my head throbbing as I yearn to get to the woods and meet my dealer.

“Is this Ms. Mayfield-Hargrove? I have you listed as Max Mayfield’s primary caregiver.” Ah, yes. After Billy's death, my birth father (Max’s stepdad) left Hawkins, leaving Max’s mom to care for her. When Susan spiraled into alcoholism, unable to cope with her stepson's death, I took Max in, went to court, and gained custody. She moved in with me and Steve. Max completely shut down after Billy's death, and communication with her became impossible until the school called, asking for permission to check in on her weekly after her "tragic loss." Allowing them to talk to her seemed like the best way to keep an eye on her without invading her space. So, I agreed. Now, I get monthly check-ins from the school, providing a small measure of comfort despite her distance from me. At least she’s communicating with someone.

“Yes, this is she. Who are you?” I ask, noting that this woman doesn’t sound like the usual bored office ladies.

“Oh! My name is Ms. Kelly. I've been counseling Max.” Oh god, the counselor herself is reaching out to me. This can't be good.

“What’s up? Is Max okay?”

“Well, that’s the issue. When I called her into my office yesterday, I managed to drag some information out of her. Apparently, she has been experiencing headaches and nosebleeds. I think her trauma is starting to physically affect her, which is quite worrisome.” Funny, I’ve been experiencing the same symptoms. I wonder if Max has been having nightmares too.

“Alright, what can I do to help?” I ask, though I wonder if there’s anything I can truly do. Maybe she’s blaming herself for Billy’s death like I am. But it wasn’t her fault—there was no way she could have freed herself from the iron grip I had on her. As Ms. Kelly drones on with suggestions, my mind begins to wander into a dark place where Billy’s voice whispers in my ear.

“What’s wrong? Feeling guilty for having a part in my murder? Well,” Billy tsks, his voice as sharp and cold as I remember it. “We can’t have that now, can we? Own it. You didn’t try to save me. Not even after I called for you. No, you just sat there and held our stepsister. You are a sick, sick woman, sis.” He spits his nickname for me, sending chills cascading down my spine.

“No!” I scream, suddenly finding myself in the woods instead of the kitchen. How the hell did I get here? I take a seat on the picnic table where I usually wait for Eddie to show up, holding my head in my hands.

The familiar sounds of the forest surround me, birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The cool air helps to clear my head a bit, but the sense of unease remains. Eddie is late, which isn’t unusual, but today it grates on my nerves more than usual. I need my fix to numb the pain and drown out Billy's voice.

As I sit there, waiting, my thoughts drift back to Max. She’s been through so much, and I feel like I’ve failed her too. After Billy's death, she shut down completely, her once vibrant spirit now cloaked in a heavy shroud of grief. I try to be there for her, but she’s closed off, retreating into herself. The school counselor's calls are my only lifeline to understanding what she’s going through.

The sun begins to set, casting long shadows through the trees. I pull my jacket tighter around myself, shivering more from the memories than the cold. I remember the last time I saw Billy alive, the terror in his eyes, and the helplessness I felt. It’s a memory that haunts me day and night, a constant reminder of my failure.

Finally, I hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Eddie pulls up, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a concerned frown when he sees me.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, dismounting and walking over to me.

“Yeah, just a rough day,” I reply, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Eddie hands me a small bag, and I quickly tuck it into my pocket. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it.” I manage a small smile, though it doesn’t reach my eyes.

As he rides away, I sit there for a while longer, trying to gather the strength to face the rest of the day. I think about Steve and how worried he must be, how much I hate lying to him. I think about Max and how desperately I want to help her, even if I don’t know how.

Eventually, I stand up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. I start walking back to my car, each step feeling heavier than the last. The night is falling, and the woods are growing darker, but the real darkness is inside me, a gnawing emptiness that I can’t seem to fill.

As I drive back home, the radio plays softly in the background, but I barely hear it. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Billy, Max, and Steve. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to move past this guilt, if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.

When I finally pull into the driveway, I sit in the car for a few moments, taking deep breaths to steady myself. I need to put on a brave face for Steve, to pretend that everything is okay even when it’s not. I walk into the house, greeted by the warm light and the comforting smell of dinner cooking.

Steve looks up from the stove, his expression lighting up when he sees me. “Hey, you’re back! How was work?”

“It was fine,” I lie, forcing a smile. “What’s for dinner?”

MARCH 21, 1986

The revelation hit me like a brick last night: Eddie Munson, my oddball dealer with a heart of gold, tangled up in murder rumors. It seems absurd, the kind of gossip that churns through Hawkins with the regularity of a bad sitcom rerun. But there it was, whispered in hushed tones at the edge of the night, coloring every interaction with a shade of doubt.

Now, as I navigate through my day, there's a tight coil of anxiety buried deep in my chest. Not just about Eddie—whose eccentric charm and relentless heavy metal advocacy hardly paint the picture of a killer—but about my secret dealings with him. I'm wrapped up in this now, whether I like it or not.

Inside the car, the atmosphere is a mixture of teenage angst and my own growing irritation. Dustin, ever the energetic spirit, manages to kick the back of my seat one too many times, snapping the thin thread of my patience.

“Henderson! I swear to God if you kick my seat one more time I’m throwing you on the side of the road and you can walk to Family Video!” The words fly out sharper than intended, mirroring the pounding in my skull.

“Sorry! Geez, someone has a stick up their butt today,” he mutters, a touch defensively, earning a light smack on the back of his head. I’m not usually this snappy, but with Eddie missing and my stash dwindling, my usual buffers against stress are paper-thin.

We arrive at Family Video, and I park the car with a bit more force than necessary. Dustin’s voice breaks through my fog of discomfort.

“Hey, are you alright?” He's looking at me with those wide, innocent eyes full of concern. It’s enough to soften the edges of my mood, at least momentarily.

“Of course, dork. Let’s go see your boyfriend,” I tease, masking my turmoil with a forced chuckle as we head into the store.

“He’s not mine, that is all your business over there,” Dustin shoots back with a grin, lightening the mood as we walk through the door.

Steve, behind the counter and as oblivious as ever to the undercurrents of tension, greets us with a smile. Our banter flies over his head, leaving him puzzled but amused. "Huh?"

“Oh no! I don’t claim him, that is all you Henderson,” I laugh, trying to immerse myself in the normalcy of our jests. But then, the familiar warmth trickles down my nostril, pulling me back to a harsher reality.

“Babe, your nose is bleeding!” Steve’s concern is immediate as he rushes over, his hands reaching out to steady me.

I wave him off, more embarrassed than reassured, and head to the bathroom. Inside, I press a wad of tissue against my nose, staring at my reflection with a mix of frustration and fear. The stress of keeping my dealings with Eddie a secret, compounded by the physical symptoms that seem to mirror Max’s own troubling signs, is becoming too much.

The cool, flickering fluorescent light in the bathroom casts stark shadows across my face, deepening the hollows under my eyes and highlighting the fatigue that no amount of makeup can cover. As the bleeding slowly stops, I lean against the sink, taking deep, steadying breaths.

I can’t tell Steve about Eddie—not just because of the drugs, but because dragging him into this mess could put him at risk too. Hawkins, for all its sleepy town charm, has a darkness that clings stubbornly to the edges of everyday life, and I can't shake the feeling that this is all spiraling towards something bad.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I plaster on a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Steve is there, his expression a mix of concern and love, ready to envelop me in his arms.

“Let’s get what we came for and head home,” I suggest, trying to sound more upbeat than I feel.

As we browse the aisles, Dustin chattering away about the latest horror flick he wants to rent, I can't help but feel the weight of all the secrets I'm carrying. Every laugh, every light moment feels overshadowed by the nagging thought of Eddie, the rumors, and the very real problems lurking just beneath the surface of our little town.

The day drags on, each moment tinged with the dull ache of my headache and the sharper sting of guilt. As much as I want to confide in Steve, to share the burden, I know I have to keep these shadows to myself, at least for now.

MARCH 23, 1986

The air in the small office room felt heavy with anticipation as Max beckoned me inside. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach, but I followed her lead, my senses on high alert.

“What's up? Did you find something?” My voice was strained with worry as I approached her, scanning the room for any signs of danger.

“Look.” Max's tone was grave as she motioned toward the files spread out on the desk before her. Each one told a chilling story: Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Maxine Mayfield—three students with eerily similar symptoms: post-traumatic stress, headaches, nosebleeds, nightmares. A shiver ran down my spine as the pieces began to fall into place.

“Chrissy and Fred were both killed by Vecna. I think these are the warning signs that he is targeting them,” Max explained, her voice low with concern.

“Max,” I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain composed, “I want you to bring Dustin in here. Do not let Steve come with you. I mean it.” The urgency in my tone was palpable, fueled by the fear of what might happen if Steve were to find out.

Max hesitated, sensing the gravity of the situation, but she nodded and left the room. Moments later, she returned with Dustin in tow, a look of urgency etched on her face.

“Okay, we don’t have long because Steve is kinda freaking out,” she said, pulling Dustin into the room with her.

“I am going to tell you two something, and you aren’t going to breathe a word of it to Steve. Do you understand?” I met their eyes, my own filled with a mixture of fear and determination.

Two solemn nods were all the confirmation I needed before I confessed, “I have Vecna’s curse.”

The room fell silent, the weight of my revelation hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“You have what?!” Steve's voice echoed from the entryway, shock and disbelief evident in his tone.

“Oh shit,” Max whispered, her complexion draining of color.

“I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t let me go without following behind,” Dustin winced, bracing himself for my reaction.

“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” I exclaimed, my frustration and fear bubbling to the surface as I turned my glare from Dustin to Steve. “There is a reason I didn’t want you to know, Steve! You can’t just bully a child into letting you eavesdrop! Where is your trust in me? In our relationship?!”

“That is not what this is about and you fucking know that! You were just going to let yourself be killed and not say anything?” Steve's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes glistening not with anger but with hurt.

“I didn’t want our last days spent under this dark cloud,” I sighed, the fight draining from me.

“Well, you aren’t going to die. Neither of you are because we are going to figure out a way to save you,” Steve declared, his voice filled with fierce determination.

“Steve,” I managed through my tears, the reality of my situation washing over me in waves, “you can’t fix this.”

“Yes! Yes, I can,” he insisted, stepping close to wipe away my tears with the gentlest touch, his voice firm yet breaking. “You can’t die. I won’t let you.”

In that moment, surrounded by the stark walls of the school office and bathed in the harsh fluorescent light, the intensity of our predicament settled in. His promise, so full of resolve, felt both comforting and heartbreakingly futile.

MARCH 24, 1986

"What are they doing?" Dustin's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, his gaze bouncing between Max and me, then back to Steve and Lucas. Their eyes are fixed on us with a mix of concern and anticipation, as if they're waiting for something monumental to happen.

Max finishes sealing the last envelope, her hands trembling slightly, a testament to the gravity of our situation. "You done?" she asks me, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

"Yeah," I reply softly, adding my final letter to the stack. "Good idea, by the way," I offer, trying to break the heavy silence. But Max remains silent, her eyes distant as she hands out the envelopes to the boys. I follow her lead, passing one to Dustin and another to Lucas. Steve watches, confusion evident on his face, realizing there's no letter for him.

Before anyone can react, Max intervenes, stopping the boys from opening the envelopes. "Don't!" she insists firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"They're for after… you know," I explain, attempting to ease the tension, though I'm not sure if it's for their benefit or ours.

"You're not dying," Steve declares with fierce conviction, his eyes locking onto mine. "Nancy and Robin are going to find something, a solution. You both are going to be fine."

"We know. It's just a failsafe," Max reassures him, though her voice betrays her uncertainty. I share her doubt; the letters are more a precaution than a solution.

Max interrupts any further protests by announcing, "I need a ride to the cemetery," and without waiting for Steve's response, she grabs her jacket and heads for the door.

Despite Steve's objections and Max's stubbornness, we all end up piling into the car and making our way to the cemetery. Once there, Max and I step out, leaving the boys behind. As we walk towards our destination, I hear Lucas calling out to Max, but I keep moving forward.

"I'll talk to him first," I tell Max, giving her a reassuring smile before parting ways. I slip a letter into her pocket before heading to Billy's grave, my heart heavy with the weight of what's to come.

Settling down in front of Billy's headstone, I take a deep breath and open the letter, my hand trembling as I begin to read aloud.

"Dear Billy, I was a coward, and you died because of it. It's my fault, and I should have tried harder. I think it was because I was scared, or maybe I thought you deserved it. Some sick sort of karma after all the abuse I had to endure after mom died. I’m sorry. You deserved better, and I should have tried harder. Now, I am getting the karma I deserve. Basically, what I’m trying to say is see you soon, little brother. I love you."

Tears blur my vision as I pour out my heart to him, my voice breaking with each word. Then, just as I finish, everything goes dark—a chilling prelude to Vecna's twisted vision.

In the darkness, I hear Billy's voice, taunting and accusing. His words cut through me like knives, reopening wounds I thought had healed.

"You're sorry, huh?" His laughter echoes in the void, haunting and cruel. "I don't think you are. You know what I think? I think you're grateful, glad that I'm dead."

"No!" I cry out, my voice raw with emotion as I try to defend myself, but he's relentless.

"You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You are one sick bitch," he sneers, his words laced with venom. I'm paralyzed, unable to escape the torment of his accusations.

"I loved you!" I plead, desperate to make him understand, but he refuses to listen.

"No, you didn’t! You never did!" His voice echoes in the darkness, a constant reminder of my failures.

And then, just as I think it can't get any worse, I witness the horror unfold before me once again—the fleshy tentacle piercing Billy, the grotesque manifestation of Vecna's power.

"Y/N, it’s time," Vecna's voice cuts through the darkness, his presence looming over me like a suffocating shadow. I'm trapped, helpless to resist as he reaches out with his twisted, clawed hand.

"Oh god!" Dustin's voice sounds distant, barely audible amidst the chaos of my mind. I want to reach out to him, to cry out for help, but it's too late. Vecna is closing in, and I'm powerless to stop him.

"Baby! Please, no! Come back to me, I can’t!" Steve's desperate cries pierce through the darkness, pulling at something deep within me. It's the sound of his voice, filled with love and desperation, that gives me the strength to fight back.

"My love," Steve whispers through tears, his voice trembling with emotion as he begins to sing "Endless Love," our song, our promise.

"My first love," Max joins in, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. Then, one by one, Lucas and Dustin add their voices to the chorus, their song wrapping around me like a lifeline.

With every note, every word, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a spark of defiance against Vecna's darkness. And as their voices fill the air, I find the strength to break free from his grip, to run towards the light, towards Steve.

As I reach him, battered and broken but alive, I collapse into his arms, his embrace a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "I love you," I whisper, clinging to him as if my life depends on it.

"Don’t ever fucking do that to me again. I can’t lose you, baby," Steve sobs, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions.

"I won’t, I promise," I vow, my heart overflowing with love for him, for us.

"I love you," he murmurs, holding me close.

"And I you, my endless love."

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin #billy harringrove #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #stranger things #season four #vecna #angst #steve harrington imagine #Spotify

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lavendertownfreak · 2 years ago

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Yo! Names Damian! Former Unova resident now living out in Lavender Town. I used to be a fairly nomadic trainer who faught many a gym leader, but I’ve since settled down and now focus on studying odd Pokémon. Also sometimes sub in as a gym leader for the gym that the town got recently. Um… he/they pronouns… Oh yeah! Meet the lads! I have a lot of mons from my days challenging gym leaders, but i only presently live with 4 of em.

To briefly talk about the lads:

Una: a tentacruel i caught as a tentacool and used in Johto. She’s probably the smallest and nicest tentacruel I’ve ever met! She lives in my pond out back. She’s super affectionate and loves hugs, which I’d be cool with if not for the venom.

Penny: a shiny ariados i found here in Lavender Town actually. She’s great, actually a saint. I’m outta the house pretty often, and she’s my main line of home defense! She just sits up in the rafters. Bit of a big baby tho.

Roleplay: this little spook I found in Alola. Was checking out some haunted mall and this little booger just kinda latched onto my leg and refused to let go. Super affectionate, but also timid. I’m pretty sure she’s in the cupboards usually, though I don’t ever know where EXACTLY she hides during the day. Shy to new comers but warms up fast. She also refuses to leave my property, which makes vet visits fun…

Suki: If Roleplay isn’t my partner Pokemon, then Suki is. Found this little shit in Hau’oli city at the tail end of my Alola trip. She just kinda started following me and effectively caught herself in my sleep. She’s super energetic and mischievous (frankly more than I typically have the energy for) and gets on well with the others. Follows me everywhere and likes hiding in my hats.

I also live with this jigglypuff lookin thing I found on a vacation to Paldea with my girlfriend, but he’s not really part of the household. Call him Korbous, or Korbo for short.

(Oh right, I also take asks or something…)

(OOC: Yo, guy running this here, just a quick heads up that Im gonna be a little loose with some bits of game cannon, and also that I’m gonna treat some Pokémon changes I wish were real as though they were (common examples: ninetails is part ghost and there’s a regional variant/fake of Aipom based on the White Hand thing. These will mostly just be type or ability changes, but regional variants I’ve thought up for Kanto will be acknowledged, so keep that in mind.)

#pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #unreality #pokemon irl #pokemon blog

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seemslegitflapjacks · 3 years ago

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So, This Is Love?

WARNING!!!

The following content may contain scenes and mentions of serious topics such as domestic abuse, heavy swearing, violence, and more. If you are sensitive to anything of these topics please don’t read this.

Jeff must’ve been really dumb to think it was over for them.

It was mid December, the rare occurrence of snow had blessed the small coastal town of Saint Hutchinson. Everyone was bundled up and mounded underneath piles of heavy blankets in their condos and beach houses. Winter was slow, the lack of tourism allowed the town to get peace of mind for once. The beaches empty of any vacationers, replaced with surfers who seemed to have no regard for the high winds and freezing cold water. It would’ve been beautiful, if Jeff hadn’t hated winter with every fiber of his being. The cold wind viciously bit at his cheeks and the top of his nose, his ears were in agony from the freezing temperatures. The dirty blonde blinked and sniffled every so often to keep the snowflakes and snot from sticking to his face.

This was Hell on Earth, he thought.

Well, he’d only been half right in his opinion. The boy had recently cut messy ties with his best-enemy-turned-boyfriend Randy Warren. He’d gotten the balls to stand his ground against the fiery ginger, kicking him to the curb as hard as he could. He couldn’t say he hated Randy, because he didn’t. He could never hate him, and maybe that was the scariest part about their relationship. Jeff never had anyone else vacating the spot in his heart. It was sad, pathetic even. But what was to be expected from someone so messy and confused with themselves?

“Aye! Bitch! Turn around like I asked the first three times!” The all too familiar rough Brooklyn accent screamed.

“Randy, look, just leave me alone.” Jeff sighed, picking up his pace.

“No, I won’t. You’re gonna fuckin’ talk to me!” Randy demanded, refusing to give up.

“Randy we’re over, fuck man just-“ The blonde was interrupted mid sentence as the redhead snatched him by the back of his hair and threw him up against the wall beside them

“We’re over when I say we’re over Woods.” He growled, venom seethed through his cigarette stained teeth.

The shorter teenager struggled for a moment, his hands reached back in an attempt to pry the baseball player off of him. However, this worked against Jeff as he felt the toe of Randy’s sneaker get rammed into his gut. Said boy doubled over in pain, grabbing his stomach instinctively to protect it from any more blows.

“I saw you hangin’ with Keith. I knew it. You’re a fuckin’ harlot aren’t ya!? You like goin’ around, playin’ me like that!? Huh? Well I’ve got news for you pretty boy,” Randy yelled as he dragged Jeff up once more by his long hair. His rough hands forced the blonde to look up at him; “ain’t nobody, and I mean nobody, makes a fool outta me.” Randy snarled as he punched Jeff square in the nose, the cartilage made a sickening crack from the impact of his fist.

“Randy- stop- you’re hurting me!“ Jeff yelped, tears in his eyes as blood began to flow from his nose.

The ginger looked down at him for a moment. His heavy breaths made visible by the frosty air around them. He looked so angry, with the way his thick brows arched into his Roman nose, distasteful expressions were hard to miss from him. Jeff shivered, the harsh winds accompanied by Randy’s glare sent his body into overdrive. As Jeff’s eyes met Randy’s, the redhead instantly softened, almost as if a switch had been flipped within him.

“Fuck- baby I’m so sorry. Shit, ya know how I get when I’m all worked up.” He apologized frantically, releasing Jeff’s hair from his iron grip. “Here, I’ll take you to my place, I’m gonna fix ya up-“ He rambled, standing the blonde upright.

“No- Randy please.” He sighed, quick to spit the blood out that had collected in the back of his throat and on his chapped lips.

“That wasn’t me suggesting, baby cakes, that was me tellin’ ya I was gonna take care of ya.” Randy replied in a stern tone. Jeff didn’t argue with him any further.

Jeff felt Randy pull him into his side, the pair beginning to head up the sidewalk into the gaited residential. He felt as the hot drops of blood spattered into the snow and on his clothes. All the while Randy muttered sweet nothings and apologies to him. A territorial arm rested around his waist, as if to keep him away from danger. When in reality he was right next to it.

They halted in front of a large home, Randy punched in the code to unlock the front door. Jeff was instantly greeted by the presence of the boy’s Doberman Pinscher, Dutch. Dutch was a sweet enough dog, but could get angry if you messed with his Kong toy. Randy’s hand came into Jeff’s line of sight once more, the blonde flinched back hard. The redhead cupped his hand over his still bleeding nose, shoving their way inside the home as he used his free hand to close the front door.

The upstairs was where they’d retreated to, both of them took care as to not get a drop of blood on the carpeted stairs. Randy’s mother wouldn’t be pleased if she’d come home to find her near white carpet tarnished by blood. No matter how much she adored Jeff’s presence in her home. Randy brought him in his room, then into the attached bathroom within it. Jeff felt his calloused hand leave his face, the boy took a step back to carelessly flick off the blood that pooled within his palm. Randy’s hands wrapped under the blonde’s thighs, a light noise came from him as he hoisted Jeff up onto the bathroom counter.

“Here baby, let me get your jacket off.” He offered, grabbing the zipper on the thickly lined Northface, pulling it down in one swift motion, wrestling it off his beloved.

“Can you hand me some tissues?” Jeff asked, now having to catch the blood in his own hands. Randy nodded, grabbing a roll of toilet paper and handing it to him.

Jeff quickly stuffed up his nose, grabbing extra to wipe the blood off of his hand. Even without the blood his knuckles and fingertips were still an irritated red from how cold it had been. He’d gained clarity of mind now, just blankly staring down at the white bathroom counter. Jeff could already feel the tissues were soaked, reaching to grab new ones to replace them. His arm was put to a halt, grabbed by its wrist. His eyes looked up, connecting with Randy’s muddy hazel colored irises. Jeff blinking at him a few times, silently asking as to why he’d been stopped.

“I’m gonna fix your nose.” Randy told him, turning his chin to look up and face him straight.

“What? No- Randy that’s gonna hurt.” Jeff protested, reeling his head back so that the other could not touch it.

“Well do you wanna be crooked?” He asked impatiently, reaching as he grabbed the sides of Jeff’s head to pull him back.

“No!” The blonde answered.

“Then sit still and let me do it!” Randy snapped, roughly holding his hand in place.

Jeff remained still, Randy positioning his thumbs to both sides of his crooked nose bridge. The blonde whimpered, closing his eyes as he grabbed Randy’s forearms, bracing for the pain. He felt himself begin to tremble from anxiety.

“It’s ok baby, I love you.” Randy assured.

In one swift move, Randy shoved the bridge of Jeff’s nose back into place. A blood curdling cry of pain erupting from his lungs, his grip on Randy’s forearms nearing that of The Hulk’s. Hot tears fell from his eyes as pathetic sobs came from his throat. Randy quickly reacted, beginning to shush the crying teenager as he slowly pulled the blood soaked tissues from his nose, helping him put in fresh ones to help the blood clot up.

“It’s ok baby, I got you, c’mere.” Randy hushed, bringing the other into a nurturing embrace.

Jeff folded, clutching Randy as he cried on his shoulder. Randy patting his back to calm him down, soft hushes escaping his lips. Jeff shouldn’t be doing this with him, not anymore. Randy was bad for him. Their relationship was a mess of screaming fights and hits, but he couldn’t stay away. Jeff could never resist Randy’s aura. His body craved for the other’s hot touches to burn sin into his once innocent skin, he wanted their lips to touch and to drink him all in, Jeff wanted to be so close that there wasn’t a gap of space between them. At times he found they fit perfectly, others he’d struggle to put together pieces of their ever changing jigsaw puzzle.

He frustratedly began to pull at the material of Randy’s puffy jacket, wanting it she’d from his body. The ginger sighing with a light chuckle, his arms pulling away from Jeff for the short moment it took to unzip and toss the jacket. Once it was done away with his hands placed themselves comfortably on the other’s hips. Randy then moved himself forwards, catching Jeff by the bruised and bloodied lips. His eyes falling shut as he pulled the other into a brief, but passionate, kiss. Randy’s arms then moved under Jeff’s thighs once more and lifted him off the counter. The ginger carried the blonde to his bed, where he set him down, crawling over Jeff as he laid behind him. One of his arms reached and pulled his lover against him, a leg swung over him as well. Now completely trapped, there wasn’t much for Jeff to do about his predicament, other than to sit and wait until Randy eventually got tired of being sweet.

“You know I love you, right?” Randy asked, leaning to whisper in Jeff’s ear.

“Mhm.” Jeff nodded, hesitantly holding Randy’s hand in his own.

Randy nested his face within the crook of Jeff’s neck, giving it a few kisses. Jeff could only think to himself, staring blankly at the wall of Randy’s room.

So, this is love?

#jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta #creepypasta jtk #jeff woods #randy warren #randy jtk #my au #alt universe #randy x jeff #jandy #tw mentions of violence #tw abuse

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cherrydreamer · 4 years ago

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Kokomo

Steve lets it slip one day, an off-hand remark over dinner,

"So, I, uh, I was thinking of going to visit my Aunt in a couple of weeks.”

"Yeah, where's this one live then?" Billy has to ask, because Steve has family all over. There’s some of his Dad's side scattered over almost every state, and his Mom's side is all dotted in pockets around Europe. So Billy isn’t all that surprised when Steve says, "Over in Kokomo. You wanna come? She'll like you."

And OK, maybe geography isn't Billy's strongest point. But he's seen Cocktail a few too many times and he heard the song even more and maybe he shouldn’t put all his faith in the lyrics of the Beach Boys but...

Kokomo.

Off the Florida Keys, right?

Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights

Yeah Billy's up for some of that.

So it’s a bit of a shock when he turns up, ready for their exotic getaway with a suitcase of swimwear, flip-flops and very little else in one hand, and his passport in the other, only to be met by Steve’s bemused expression and his equally confused, "Dude, what are you doing? It's just a quick drive."

"To the airport?"

And Billy can’t quite understand why Steve’s so puzzled, but Steve just shakes his head,

"No. To...to Kokomo. I wasn't gonna stay over."

"Huh?" And Billy knew Steve also didn’t have a great grasp of geography, but surely he knew they couldn’t drive all the way to Florida and back in a day.

"It's, yeah, barely a two hour drive.” Steve’s speaking slowly now. Like Billy’s the one not quite getting something. Which is fair, because Billy is absolutely not getting something.

“To...Florida?”

Steve smiles a little nervously, “No. To Kokomo.”

“Which is in Florida. Or...close to it? The Bahamas or...” Billy waves his passport, “I wasn’t sure exactly-”

Steve's looking at him all...soft. Fond.

“Billy, baby, it’s over in Howard County,” Billy gives him a blank look, so Steve continues, “Y’know. Where Ivy Tech is.” Billy’s still not quite there, so Steve gives him the final push, “In Indiana. The state where we...live?”

“But. No. Because-” Billy shakes his head, fumbling to explain himself and ends up singing the song, “Bodies in the sand. Tropical drink melting in your-”

But he’s cut off by Steve's bark of laughter,

“My Aunt will definitely mix you a Pina Colada if you ask nicely. Might even put an umbrella in it too, baby. But no. No sand. Unless she's still got my cousin's old sandbox out in the yard."

And he laughs again. Wiping tears from his eyes before he takes Billy’s case from his hands and plants a kiss right on his pouting lips, “Cheer up, Bill. It’s sweet. You’re sweet. Adorable. Didn’t you think we’d’ve discussed it a little more if I wanted to sweep you away to some tropical paradise?”

Billy can’t help but smile as Steve kisses him again, lips quirking up as he realises how dumb he’s been,

“Dunno. Never really...never been somewhere fancy. Feel like you owe me a proper vacation now, getting my hopes up like this.”

“You got your own hopes up, dumbass,” Steve bats at Billy’s arm, but lets himself get swept up into the hug anyway, “But yeah, yeah. Maybe we do deserve a little trip outta town soon. Somewhere nice? Maybe, uh, Aruba? Or Jamaica? Cause, ‘Bill I wanna take ya to Bermuda, Bahama. Come on pretty-’”

Billy’s kiss cuts off the rest of Steve’s so-called singing.

But he knows he’s not heard the last of this one. Not for a long time.

#harringrove #dumb boys being dumb #and sweet #and i am NOT from the US so I apologise if this actually makes no sense #but once I saw that there was a Kokomo in Indiana I just could not resist #there's also one in Hawaii too though so maybe Billy'll get his beachy holiday after all #cherrywrites #(some very dumb stuff)#fluff

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masonscig · 4 years ago

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bittersweet

part two

pairing | felix x flor

word count | 3.2k

warnings | smut. minors dni.

author’s note | so i wanted to write like 2 more parts to this, but honestly... i feel like this turned out great. also yes, i probably should’ve made this a lot shorter, but the prompt got away from me as per usual. not proofread because i’m tired :/ this is for day seven of hot in wayhaven, aftercare!

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Things have been weird since that night.

She just kind of went back to treating him exactly the same as she had before. She held him at arms’ length like she did with everyone she was wary of letting in.

He was sure that this time he’d made progress.

For the few months leading up till he almost throat fucked her in her dimly lit apartment, she’d been warming up to him.

He managed a few genuine smiles and laughs despite trying less hard to do so. He caught her watching him across the room during meetings, trainings, briefings… anytime they weren’t alone, he caught her staring at least once.

She’d even started asking about him. Any time he was late to a meeting, she bugged Mason with a punch to the shoulder or a scuff of her shoe against the toe of his own.

Didn’t matter how much progress he’d made if it’d just been ruined by one big fuck up on both of their ends.

This particular night, Felix is mulling over the events leading up to when she left, still trying to figure out where things went wrong.

He paces around the room once, twice, before plopping into his giant bean bag chair.

Before he can really settle in there, he’s restless again, jumping to his feet to cross the room once again, climbing into the hammock in the corner.

This isn’t right, either, he huffs to himself, rolling awkwardly out of the hammock and to the middle of the room, flinging himself onto his bed.

He picks up the Gameboy on his nightstand, tap-tap-tapping away on full volume until he hears a single loud thud against the wall across from him.

Abandoning his game of Galaga, he groans in frustration, rolling his eyes at Mason’s feeble attempts to silence him. Tossing the Gameboy to the foot of his bed, he opts instead to grab his tamagotchi, feeding his pet till he’s bored again.

He has lots of things. And these things keep him occupied and hold his attention for a while.

But none of them keep his attention long enough to satiate his wandering mind.

Flor’s been his main focus for a while, but it’s particularly bad this week since she’s taken a vacation for the first time since he’s met her.

It’s not even that she’s a hard worker – she’s just on such bad terms with the captain that she never bothered asking for days off when she knew she wouldn’t get them even if she had plans to get outta town.

Her being on vacation doesn’t bother him at all – it’s the way he’s got unfinished business and he can’t do anything about it.

He can’t seem to think of anything else without her creeping into the back of his mind one way or the other.

He twists off of the bed and walks to his dresser, where his phone’s charging on its surface.

He’s confused. He misses her, he’s angry at her, he wants her –

To say he’s confused is an understatement, really.

He’s been patient, he’s been kind, he’s been understanding – and for her to ignore him for the entire summer?

He’d been counting down the days till they got back to normal. He’s in the hundreds now, and there’s no end in sight.

There’s two endings if he decides to fix it tonight – he’s either getting treated better, or he moves on from her.

The latter option is a painful thought, one he doesn’t give himself time to digest before he taps the number at the top of his favorites.

The phone rings once, twice, and his finger hovers over the end call button. He’s so close to chickening out – this is an awful idea –

“What? Huh?” Flor asks, voice raspy and twinged with sleep. She yawns around her greeting, and he can picture her running a hand through her thick dyed hair. “Who is this?”

Does she really not even have his number saved?

“Uh, it’s Felix. I, um, this is a check in call,” he lies, tensing immediately.

Why’s that his knee jerk reaction? Two seconds into the call and he’s already making excuses instead of standing up for himself.

He really can’t help it, though. She’s so intimidating.

“It’s four thirty in the fucking morning,” she groans. “If you and your little team aren’t gonna respect my sleeping schedule consider any calls from this point on fucking rejected.”

“No, no, I, uh –”

He has no excuses. He can’t lie again… and she already sounds upset, and it’d make the rest of the call even more unpleasant.

“I lied. It’s not a check up,” he sits up in bed, nervously fiddling with the tamagotchi.

“Well then what is it?” She spits, clearly cranky and sleep deprived.

“I have some things I need to say to you, and… I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it,” he twists the keychain around his finger, but tosses his little friend to the end of his bed alongside his Gameboy. He needs to focus.

She’s silent. He knows he’s on limited time.

“I… miss you.”

She goes silent, the static of the phone crackling because of both of their poor signals.

“Thanks.”

The one word response has him silently screaming at himself – he flings himself back on the bed, kicking his legs and flailing.

I miss you. Thanks.

The most embarrassing response he could’ve ever gotten.

“I was gonna say more than that. I’m just… gathering the courage,” he says, takes a deep breath, anchors himself.

“I don’t like how you’ve been treating me, Flor, honestly, and I think you owe me an apology.”

“Oh, I do,” she responds, a deadpan question, nearly mocking.

“Yeah, you do,” Felix bites back immediately, surprised even at himself with how forceful he’s being. “You almost fucked me at the beginning of summer, and now you’re not talking to me? I thought we were, I don’t know, friends at least? I know I’m not your Tina and I never will be, but I want to be there for you.”

“I’m not…” she trails off, and there’s a swishing sound like she’s shifting in bed. “Trying to avoid you, alright? It just seems like that, I guess.”

He can’t stop his hand from clenching into a tight fist, can’t stop it from shaking with rage, can’t stop the venom bubbling up his throat and dripping off his tongue.

“Don’t… tell me how to feel, Flor. I’m upset, so don’t try to downplay it, okay? I know you’re trying to avoid me, and that’s fine, I guess, as long as you, I dunno, let me move on.”

“Move on?” She asks, her tone (surprisingly) cushioned with sincerity.

“Yeah, I, uh,” he stands, striding across the room to the window, and back to the door, pacing (He’s wondering if she’s pacing too). “I like you a lot, but I have to protect myself, too, y’know? If you don’t want me around, you’ve gotta tell me so that I can stop, uh, investing too much of myself into… this.”

“Felix…” she sighs, and quiets. “I know you’re looking for answers, but I don’t have them. I don’t know.”

“So, what, that’s it then?”

“I… yeah. Yeah. That’s it.”

Flor sounds unsure, but he’s not gonna press her further. It hurts, but he has to move on or she’ll consume him in a fiery blaze.

He’s let the flames lick at him, but when it comes down to it, he can’t handle the inferno. He’s walking away before he gets burned, when all he wants to do is be engulfed by her.

It’s easier this way, in theory, but saying goodbye is harder than he’s ever anticipated.

“Bye, Flor. Sweet dreams.”

He disconnects before she can say another word, and he crumples onto his bed, pulling his knees to his chest.

He’s losing another person he cares about, and just like last time, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Tears are falling freely now, and he angrily wipes them away with a rough backhand.

It’s not her fault. It’s not your fault. You’re just not compatible.

That’s what he tells himself, at least, as he’s drifting off to sleep. He’ll deal with Rebecca and Unit Bravo in the morning.

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Flor clutches the phone in her hand, her jaw tight.

She didn’t get the last word, and she sure as hell didn’t get to say what she wanted to say.

Felix was hurting and she couldn’t even manage kindness for one goddamn moment.

No one asks to be emotionally detached – it's just easier that way, for Flor, at least.

Wading through the mess of her apartment, she steps into the bare kitchen. Pours herself a cup of water. Chugs it to clear her head.

When that doesn’t do the trick, she takes a hefty shot of tequila. Bad idea, but the burn gives her a sense of clarity she doesn’t have when she’s completely sober.

You’ve been dragging your fucking feet for years now. Get the hell over it. Go to him. Be with him.

Every instinct she has is dragging her towards the front door where her car keys hang. Another bad idea, as per usual.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she shoots him a quick text. Come over. Please. We need to talk in person.

It’s not the wisest idea for her to face her problems head on, but the tiny, reasonable part of Flor’s mind is telling her she needs to fight for him instead of letting him slip through her fingers.

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He doesn’t see the text till an hour and a half after she’s sent it.

It’s just past six in the morning. The sun’s just barely creeping its way into his room, golden streaks across his wood floor.

He assumes she just wants the last word and that’s why she sent it – but an even louder part of him entertains the “what ifs” that are bouncing around his mind.

What if she wants to apologize? What if she wants to hear how I feel? And tell me where her head’s at?

After going back and forth for a few minutes, impulse wins, and he’s tossing on a vibrant graphic tee and shorts before he sprints out the door.

Nate’s the only one up, reading the newspaper and filling out the crossword puzzles in the soft lighting of the kitchen, and he shoots Felix a knowing look of encouragement.

Unit Bravo knows how infatuated Felix is with Flor, and they constantly flit between telling him to let her go and chasing after her.

Today’s a good day in that regard – Nate’s given his wordless blessing with nothing but a soft smile.

He’s at her place in ten minutes flat, staring up at the apartment like it’s a creaky, spooky haunted house.

His courage is thinning the closer he steps to her front door. His bones are gelatin, and his brain is equally as mushy.

It’s not an ideal state, but he doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance like this. Get the courage again like this.

Rapping his knuckles against the stained door, he waits. He rocks back on his heels, taps his feet, does anything he can to get the jitters out of his system.

When the door finally does open, his heart leaps at the sight of her.

Her hair’s a mess. Her leftover eyeliner is smudged all around her eyes. Her dark eyes are lined with red from lack of sleep. She looks exhausted.

“You came.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, and steps into her apartment when she gestures for him to come in.

She shuts the door behind him, and this time instead of shoving him up against the door to kiss him, she takes his hand.

Laces her fingers through his own, tugs him toward her couch.

He doesn’t know how to start this conversation, and from the looks of it, neither does she.

“What’s up?” He asks, simply, feeling like an idiot almost instantly for making things that casual.

“I’m…” she trails off, nearly black irises softening when she looks at him. He could live in those midnight pools.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

He raises both brows in surprise, and his gaze flits to their hands. She’s death gripping one of his hands with both of hers, her jaw set.

“Uh –”

“I’m getting to the why. I just don’t know how to say it –”

She grunts, shifting on the couch. “I’m not a nice person. You know that.”

“You’re nice in your own way,” he offers, rubbing a thumb over her knuckles.

“God, Felix, I’m a mean bitter bitch. Don’t sugar coat it,” she laughs. “I don’t really wanna be this way, but it’s easier than getting… invested in people.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“It’s just easier to shut people out than to have expectations for them,” she starts, shrugging. “And having them expect things from you, too.”

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want us to have expectations for each other?” He asks.

“I’m gonna say this as bluntly and straight forward as I can, because I don’t think I can do anything else,” she answers after taking a deep, shaky breath.

“I like you. I’m attracted to you. I want you in my life,” she holds his eyes, speaking as earnestly as she can manage. “But I need you to be patient with me. I don’t know how to do… this. I don’t know how to get close to people anymore. Last time I did it was fucking toxic and I told myself never again.”

“Bobby,” he murmurs, and she nods.

“If you want me, too, we’ll both have to compromise,” she continues, stiffening a little like she’s bracing for impact. “I have to get used to the way you do things, and you’ll have to get used to the way I am, too. But I promise you, Felix, I’m gonna try.”

“Try what?” His voice is a little shaky, and she’s coming towards him, slowly closing the gap between them.

“I’m gonna try to love you, if you’ll try to love me,” she whispers, her jaw set again.

That’s all he needed to hear.

He closes his eyes and kisses her sweetly, softly, letting go of her hands so he can cup her face.

She’s so precious to him, so he cradles her face like the gem she is.

“Flor…” Her name’s a quiet promise as it falls from his lips.

I promise as long as you’re trying, I’ll try, too.

She clutches his hips as she kisses him, moaning sweetly into his mouth.

He doesn’t know when she starts slowly tugging his clothes off, but soon enough, they’re skin to skin, and he can’t tell where his body ends and hers begins.

She’s different this time, he notices. She’s more timid. Maybe she’s never been taken care of like this before.

As he bows his head between her legs, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be her favorite or not.

She’s slack jawed and grasping at his head, squeezing her tattooed thighs around his face.

God, she’s beautiful, all spread out for him – she’s a gift of brown skin (and a pretty pink pussy).

She writhes and pants with each stroke of his tongue, his name broken and garbled on her lips.

When she tugs his head upwards to press sloppy kisses on his mouth, he knows she wants more.

“Flor…” he trails off, feeling sweat bead on the back of his neck. “Do you really wanna do this?”

“Only if you want to, doll.”

God, he can barely breathe. A proposition and a pet name. To most, that’s nothing. But to him, it’s the entire world.

She anchors herself on top of him and settles onto his cock, keeping direct eye contact while she stretches around him.

His eyes are fluttering shut, rolling back, and his head is threatening to loll to the side – she grabs his cheeks between her hand and tugs him back up, her half lidded eyes lustful and determined.

“I want to see you… watch me, and I’ll watch you,” she pants as she flexes her hips, his tip the only part inside of her, but she flexes again, taking all of him (every delicious inch).

“Fuck,” he curses, and she grins, bouncing against him.

He fists his hands at her hips, running a hand up her stomach to rest at the barbed wire tattoos lining her under boob. He can’t figure out what part of her he wants to touch so he opts for it all, squeezing, nipping, kissing every piece of skin his hands and mouth can cover.

“You feel so fucking good around me, doll – fuck me just like that,” she grunts as he bucks up into her.

He’s never been one to have a filthy mouth, but boy does he fucking love it.

The sun’s fully engulfing her living room at this point, the golden glow warming both of their exposed skin already, glistening in the Wayhaven sunrise.

She’s so pretty like this. She’s in her element like this, too. Confident.

The nervous, rigid version of herself was long gone.

She’s opening up to him. Albeit emotionally and physically, she’s trying. She’s blooming for him.

Flor means flower right? She’s finally in season, and it’s worth the wait.

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In the heat of it all, they’ve kicked all her clean laundry to the floor, but she grabbed a thin blanket from the top to cover them.

She’s cuddled up to him on the small couch, her head resting on his sweat slicked chest.

They’d been at it for a while when they both finally came. He didn’t expect her to want to cuddle, but they did.

“We probably need to clean up, huh?” she murmurs, soft kisses against his skin.

“Lemme take care of it,” he grins, crawling over her before she can protest.

He’s back in a flash with a damp towel and a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” she smiles, taking the bottle from him. When she tries to grab the damp towel, he holds it away from her.

“Can I clean you up?” He asks timidly.

Flor shrugs, mouth still on the bottle. “Okay.”

He bends to his knees and pulls the blanket away, dragging the cloth gently along her thighs, cleaning up the mess he’s made.

He folds the towel and rubs her stomach and thighs again, before kissing her knee. “You’re so pretty.”

Before he can stand up, she grabs his arm and tugs him back down for a long kiss.

When she pulls back, her eyes are shiny, soft. Midnight pools, and he’s submerged in them.

“I’ve never been fucked by someone who cares about me like you do.”

He grins and pulls her in for a kiss again.

“Well, get used to the feeling.”

He wants every messy, unpolished part of Flor he can get, from her crass humor to her sailor’s mouth.

This is the farthest they’ve ever taken things, yeah, but he’s willing to go further and further with her, as long as she’ll have him.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #twc detective #hotwayhavensummer #my fic #felix x flor #detective flor majano #n*fw

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