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arc-misadventures · 5 months

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What are Those?! AU: jaune mybe the only dragon faunus in the arc family but just because they don't have the features of a dragon does not mean those humans in the arc family do not have the heart and soul [[ and temper and Sadistic streek ]]of one,

Jacques Schnee finds this out the hard way when he tries to get jaune thrown in jail under false charges so he can take over jaunes business, Jacques Schnee is made an example to the rest of remnant on WHY YA DON'T PISS OFF THE ARC FAMILY

To Shreds You Say?

The tired slowly awoke from its slumber as it heard the soft repetition of several chimes that was its alarm clock. Or, in this case, it was, Jaune Arc’s tone.

The soon to be crowned dragon king rose from his bed, and grabbed his scroll, and register two things: That it was 3:27 in the morning. And, that his father was the one calling him at such an ungodly hour.

Jaune: Yeah…?

The weariness was palpable upon, Jaune’s voice as he yawned. He could see the handsome visage of his father, Acheius Arc staring back at him.

Acheius: ‘Yeah?’ That’s all your pops gets after not seeing him for so long. Not even a ‘hello dad?’

Jaune: Hellos are reserved for those who do not disturb the dead such as you have…

His father gave a short laugh at his comment. He knew his father was just teasing him, but nobody liked being woken up in the middle of the night.

It often meant something unexpected, and unwelcome had happened.

Acheius: See you finally ditched the onesie. About time you grew out of wearing that.

Jaune looked down to see he was bare chested. While he had stopped wearing, the reasons he hadn’t were nothing to do with his father’s words. Mostly.

Jaune: I would still be wearing it dad, but I ‘literally’ grew out of it. That, and I think one of my girlfriends stole it…

He tapped the ever present, and ever growing horns on his head.

Acheius: Ahh yes, your mother mentioned how you were growing more noticeable faunas traits. I must say horns were not on my bingo…?! Wait, did you say ‘girlfriends?’ As in, more than one?

Jaune: Dad while I understand you want to know what’s going on with my life, we both know you didn’t call me this early in the morning to catch up. What is it?

Jaune rubbed his face trying to wipe away the tiredness from his eyes. He father gave him a look before explaining his reasons for waking him up.

Acheius: It’s about that one of your diamond mines.

Jaune: Which mine?

That woke up, Jaune rather quickly. He turned his eyes to fully address his father as he was about to take in every word he was about to say.

Acheuis: The one at north east tip of, Vacuo: Raiders…

Jaune: Raiders Coast. There’s a diamond, and Dust mine located there, as well as a small town whose population mostly works there. What happened; Cave in, Grimm attack, raiders?

While, Jaune was highly protective of his diamond mines, to the point of fanatical, he cared more about the people working in his mines, than the diamonds themselves. A collapsed mine could be mine once again, and reclaimed. Peoples lives however, could not be so easily reclaimed. At most they could give the bodies of the dead a proper burial.

Acheius: A raid happened. Of sorts that is.

Jaune: Of sorts?

Acheius: A group of bandits attacked the mine. Trying to steal the, Dust, not the diamonds. They never touched your diamond vaults.

Jaune: They only went after the, Dust? Odd… They usually go after my diamonds; they’re easier to steal, and fence. Why only the, Dust though.

Acheius: Because they weren’t your typical, ‘raiders.’

Jaune: Explain.

Acheius: They were too organized, and disciplined to be your usual raiders. Not to mention all of them basically carried the same type of equipment: From weapons, to uniforms, to gear. Practically all identical.

Jaune: Identical…? Hmmm…

Jaune racked his mind as he pondered this information. A well organized, armed, and disciplined militia. That was an interesting tidbit of information.

There were dozens of gangs of bandits; large, and small in number strewn all about the desserts of, Vaccuo. But, only a few matched such a description. There was the, Bloody Skulls, they tended to be rather uniform in their appearance. There was the Dune Raiders, they had a lot of standardized equipment under their belts. The Scorpions were another, who followed this same rule, but their members tended to be branded with scorpion tattoos, and if it was one of them his father would have mentioned it. The Crowns had a habit of attacking his, Dust mines. But, just like the rest, he, and his family had hunted them down to extinction.

But, who ever attacked him only attacked the, Dust mine, not the diamond mine. Which left him with only one culprit left. The one person who would do anything do steal one of his, Dust mines.

Jaune: Jacques…

Acheius: Jacques? As in, Jacques Schnee? You think he is behind this?

Jaune: The bastard has been trying to get a foothold into, Vaccuo’s Dust mines for years, not to mention I am his biggest rival. Him taking one of my, Dust mines by force, and gaining a foothold in, Vaccuo is a two birds one stone scenario for him.

Acheius: Hmm… That makes sense. Luna’s been tracking the money that’s been deposited into their coffers, and she said it came from some company called, ‘Hybrid Enterprises.’ They’re registered as a, Atlasian company. Ring any bells?

Jaune: No, I’ve never heard of that company before.

: That’s because its a dummy corporation.

Jaune: A dummy corporation?

Acheius: I-Is someone with you, Jaune?

Jaune: Uhh…?

Jaune felt an arm wrap around his body as a head rested upon his shoulder. He could feel her bare chest against his back as his face was flush red. Not so much because he had a beautiful woman resting against him, more so because he had beautiful woman resting her body against him, and she was naked, and he was in the middle of a video call with his freaking father!

But, other than that things were okay.

Acheius: And… who are you…?

: My name is, Willow, Willow Schnee. You must be, Jaune’s father. Mr…?

Acheius: Acheius Arc…

Jaune: H-How do you know they’re a dummy corporation, Willow?

Jaune decided to take control of the conversation before it went somewhere he did not want it to go.

Willow: Because my… husband founded it. He uses them for all his shady back room deals: Bribery, stealing, blackmail, threats… various deplorable things such as that.

Acheius: It doesn’t surprise me that, that bastard would have such associates under his payroll. So he must have used this dummy corporation to hire these mercenaries.

Willow: They may not be mercenaries per-say. Tell me, did they have any badges on their uniforms, any iconography?

Acheius: No, their uniforms were clean of such items. But, there was a tattoo of a white raven on one severed arms of one of them, does that ring any bells, Mrs. Schnee?

Willow: Hmmm… White ravens…? Ah! Winter’s Cawl. They’re a private military force that’s under the, quote control of, Hybrid Enterprises. Really its under, Jacques’s control as his personal hitman army.

Jaune: He has an army?!

Willow: No, more than a couple hundred strong militia. But, they are well equipped for a group their size.

Jaune: Damn… I need to speed up the timetable for making my own military force then… Wait, severed? Did you cut off that guys arm dad?

Acheius: Ah no, that wasn’t me.

Jaune: Then who did it?

Acheius: Thiriana did it. A gunshot went off, and accidentally clipped her hair, singeing a bit of it, and… you know how protective of their hair they are.

Jaune: Ahhh… That explains that.

A small shiver of fear ran through his body as, Jaune remembered the hell the female members of his family raised when something happened to their hair.

Twas a horrifying sight to see.

Willow: I assume you left some of these ‘bandits’ alive to be interrogated?

Acheius: I tried to do so… but…

Jaune: What did my sisters do?

Acheius: More so what the bandits attempted to do. Several of them were using some of the miners children as hostages, and well, Thiriana, and Janette went feral.

Jaune: Ahh…

Acheius: Yeah…

Jaune: Were they quick?

Acheius: They weren’t quiet…

Jaune: Bloody hell…

Willow: Are all, Arc woman so violent?

JA: Yes.

Willow: Oh my…

Acheius: Unfortunately, we know who did it, but we don’t have any proof to convict, Jacques of ordering this attack on one of your mines.

Jaune: Dammit…

A low growl escaped his lips as he mulled over this information. They had information to convict, Jacques Schnee to various crimes, but they were all speculative however, easily dismissible in a court of law. One more the bastard would get away with things.

Or, so he thought.

A ringing sound soon went off on his father’s scroll, he quirked an eyebrow at the caller before he answered it.

Acheius: It’s your sister.

Jaune: Which one?

Acheius: Luna. I’ll put her on a combined call.

As he said that, Jaune was met with the sight of his sister, Luna who was looking positively radiant as she gave a pearly smile to the camera.

So long as one ignored all the blood on her face.

Luna: Hi Dad! And, hi, Ja…?! Oh… is… is that Mrs. Schnee. Willow Schnee of SDC draped over your shoulder…

Luna: Naked…?

Willow: I seduced a handsome young man that really, really knows how to show a woman a good time~! There’s nothing else to it.

Luna: S-She seduced you…?!

Jaune: No comment.

Luna: But, how did…?!

Jaune: No. Comment.

Luna: I shoved, Jacques into a cell, and you shoved it into his wife… The fuck is going on…?

Acheius: Wait, what did you say, Luna?

Luna: I uhh… I threw, Jacques into a cell.

JA: …

Willow: And, why is he in a jail cell?

Luna: Tried to bribe me for control of one of, Jaune’s, Dust mines. It was a poor bribe so I told him to shove it up his ass. He didn’t take too kind to that, so he told his ‘associates’ to convince me to ‘accept’ his deal. And, well… Long story short; the main office at the, Kantor Mines needs to be remodelled. And, Jacques Schnee is… currently being pelted with tomatoes as he is suspended ten feet in the air in a cage.

Willow: I see… So, how much do I have to pay for his release?

Luna: Ohh direct hit to the groin…

Jaune: Luna.

Luna: Huw? Oh yeah! Let’s see… Damage to the main office at. Kantor Mine. Shouldn’t be much to pay off. About three thousand Lien.

Acheius: You’re forgetting about all the havoc he caused at, Raiders Coast.

Luna: What happened at, Raiders Coast?

Acheius: You didn’t hear? I thought one of your sisters would have told you. It was attacked by a mercenary gang run by the, SDC.

Luna: Ahh, send me a list of the damages, and I’ll make a list of damage fees to send to, Jacques for him to pay.

Acheius: Alright, I’ll go…?

Willow: A moment if you will.

Acheius: What is it, Mrs. Schnee.

Willow: Why don’t you have, Jacques pay off the damages he has committed with some good old… manual labour~?

Jaune: You want him to work off his debt?

Willow: Indeed. The crimes he committed shouldn’t be simply payed off with money, they should be payed off with hard, back breaking labour.

Luna: But, his bill will be in the thousands, possibly the tens of thousands?!

Willow: So he will be working at this debt for years to come? Oh, what a shame.

Acheius: …

Luna: …

Acheius: Okay.

Luna: Seems reasonable.

Acheius: We still have to let, Atlas know that we have him in our custody.

Willow: And, tell them the SDC is doing everything in its power to get his… eventual release. Somewhere between six months to a year.

Luna: Okay, I can do that. Anything else I should tell him?

Willow: No, now if you’ll excuse me, I just got a rather invigorating second wind~!

Jaune: Second wind? What are you… Ahh?!

And, with in his question, Jaune yelped in alarm as he felt a beautiful lady’s hand descend lower to grab something particularly long, and hard in her hand.

Jaune: I-Igottagonowguys.Bye!

And, with that the call was cut on, Jaune’s wnd leaving the father daughter duo to look at each other with bewildered expressions across their faces.

Luna: Uhh… what just happened?

Acheius: I don’t… oh… Oh that’s what happened…

Luna: What happened?

Acheius: Quite simple. Learning that her husband is now in jail, giving, Willow time to take back her company has left her in a euphoric state of mind.

Luna: Oh, good for her. Getting rid of that bastard will do wonders for the world!

Acheius: Luna. She got off to the fact her husband is in jail, and wants to sleep with your brother again…

Luna: Dad, I fucking know that, I just didn’t want to think about my brother sleeping with a woman!

Acheius: Oh…

Acheius: Yeah, I don’t want to think about, Jaune sleeping with a woman your mothers age either.

Luna: The fuck did you have to say THAT?!!

Acheius: Whoops…

#rwby #jaune arc #jacques schnee #acheius arc #willow schnee #jaune x willow #willow x jaune

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stupidphototricks · 4 months

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Some quotes I like from Johnny and the Dead. I'll again recommend the Johnny Maxwell trilogy for any Terry Pratchett fans, it's a bit dated, and lacks witches and wizards, and takes place on a boring spherical planet, but still there's good stuff.

And the sky above it was a glorious blue, which was pretty unusual for Blackbury, where most of the time the sky was that odd, soapy color you'd get if you lived in a Tupperware box. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"My greatest trick involved getting out of a locked sack underwater while wearing twenty feet of chain and three pairs of handcuffs." "Gosh, how often did you do that?" said Johnny. "Nearly once," said Mr. Vicenti. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Wobbler was banned from the computers because of an incident involving a library terminal, the telephone connection to the main computer, another telephone line to the computer at East Slate Air Base ten miles away, another telephone line to a much bigger computer under a mountain somewhere in America, and almost World War Three. At least that's what Wobbler said. The Assistant Information Officers said it was because he got chocolate in the keyboard. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

There was a feeling, like-- --like on an airplane when it's about to land, and his ears went "pop." But it was happening with his brain, instead. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"It's wrong to think that the past is something that's just gone. It's still there. It's just that you've gone past. If you drive through a town, it's still there in the rearview mirror. Time is a road, but it doesn't roll up behind you. Things aren't over just because they're past." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Of all the forces in the universe, the hardest to overcome is the force of habit. Gravity is easy-peasy by comparison." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Time passes everywhere. But days and nights are little local things that happen only to people who stay in one place. If you go fast enough, you can overtake the clock... -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"I believe it's very hard to have fun in Iceland without fish being involved in some way." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Making a fuss about cards and heavy metal and going on about Dungeons and Dragons stuff because it's got demon gods in it is like guarding the door when it is really coming up through the floorboards. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Anyway, there's four of us, after all." "That just means something bad can happen four times," said Wobbler. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Did I see them waving?" said Mrs. Liberty. "And particling, I shouldn't wonder," said the Alderman. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Johnny blinked. And looked around at the world. It was, not to put too fine a point on it, wonderful. Which wasn't the same as nice. It wasn't even the same as good. But it was full of... stuff. You'd never get to the end of it. It was always springing new things on you... -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

#terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #johnny maxwell #johnny and the dead #quotes

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Much Too Fast, Part 1

Summary: Spotting Curtis Everett broke down on the side of the road, you just had to pick him up. Didn’t you?

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, hitchhiking, drinking, PIV sex, dry humping, fingering, squirting, mentions of oral sex, early indications of a D/s relationship, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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A/N: this is 100% one of @tis-thedamn-season brain. Not going to lie...I love it!

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Looking at the clock in your car you sigh. Getting closer to your destination every mile. Putting more and more space between you and the place you used to call home. This was the perfect opportunity to start a new life. You weren’t even running from anything, you just wanted to see more. Wanted to do more. Moving to a new state, a bigger city, and to a possible beautiful home.

There were still so many doubts. So many what if’s, but you were young. Your parents told you that you needed to take the chances you were given. Live life, and experience new things. More than the little podunk town on the opposite side of the United States. The east coast was going to give you more opportunities that is something you were sure of. That you were positive.

The current hope you had was to make it to your last hotel before the rain started. And then the last couple of hours to Boston. One more sleep, and you would be there. You needed to stay awake. Stay alert, and hope for the best.

Curtis on the other hand is annoyed. No service, and broke down on the side of the road. The rumble of thunder makes him even more irritated. He had just a few more hours on his mini road trip, and he would be home. And then this stupid old car broke down. He should have known better. A mechanic taking a stupid dumb car. Out in the middle of nowhere, with no fucking cell service.

He couldn’t even remember why he needed to take this trip every year. And in the predicament he’s in currently it just pisses him off. He leans on the hood of the car, hoping that someone will see him stranded. The chances were low. He knew he was probably going to be staying the night in the backseat. He was tired. He was agitated.

You squint your eyes in the distance, seeing a figure leaning onto a car. This is just like how every horror movie starts. But you feel the need to pull over. Slowing your Mini Cooper down, but staying on the road. It was a small two lane road, and you hadn’t seen a car on here for miles.

“Hey, uh…woah,” the man that approaches your car backs up quickly. “Sorry, I know this is going to sound lame and dumb, but you’re a young girl out here alone, and I don’t want you to feel that I’m trying to take advantage of you or chop you up for…this isn’t making you feel better is it?”

“No. Not at all,” what he was saying didn’t make you feel better, but how he was saying it did. “Are you having car trouble or do you normally just lean against your car hoping for someone to chop up?”

“Ah, you caught me,” he leans over, trying to get a good view of you, but still standing far enough away. “Although, my getaway car’s transmission went out. There’s no cell service here. Can’t even call my partner to come tow this damn car.”

“Your partner?” Curtis watches as your arm starts to relax a bit more. The grip on your steering wheel loosens up.

“Yeah, we own a garage together.”

“Imagine that, a mechanic with car trouble,” Curtis gives you a chuckle, stepping closer to your car. “Not much of a mechanic are you?” His arms rest on your open window, and against your better judgment, you still don’t tense up. “What are you doing out here?”

“I go on a road trip for about two weeks every year. I was almost home. Heading to Newton.”

“Me, too,” Curtis’ eyes drift up and down your front. He tries to make himself not look too much like a predator who had found its next prey, but you seriously were a gem. Out here all alone, in your tiny little car, loaded up with piles of shit. This car was too small for how much you had in here.

“Newton’s a few hours away, and it’s getting late.”

“Oh, I’ve got a hotel about twenty minutes up the road. Um…do you need a ride? I’m sure that they have a phone there. Seeing how there’s no service.”

“Uh, did your daddy not teach you not to pick up strangers?” Of course he did, but somehow this handsome stranger was making you feel comfortable.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? No, but isn’t that what a killer would tell you? I seriously mean you no harm, but I am questioning your judgment here. You got pepper spray or anything?” Nodding your head, you dig around in your cup holder holding it up. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”

“You’re not making me feel better about this now. But the GPS does say the hotel is just up the road, less than an hour to go. Hand me your keys,” Curtis freely hands the car keys to you, and you stuff them in your doors pocket, unlocking the car, and letting Curtis clumsily get in.

Finally putting into perspective how long his legs are. Cramping them up, and sitting uncomfortably beside you. An adorable little giggle escapes your mouth, and he turns to glare at you, “You think this is funny? Why in the world do you have this tiny little car?”

“It’s adorable,” him squished up in the passenger seat was really adorable.

“It is useless for more than one person. Where are you driving from? Oh my god, how was this even comfortable? This is terrible. Please tell me this isn’t your only car. If my daughter ever asks for one of these it’s not just a no, it’s a hell no,” the fact he was already talking about a future daughter oddly makes you tremble. “What is the purpose of these cars?”

“Some of us don’t have legs that go on for days. You know, I didn’t even get your name?”

“It’s Curtis. And you are?” You quickly give him your name, and he shakes his head no, “You should be called Grace.”

“Why is that?”

“Because, you and this tiny little car are my saving Grace. Does she even get over fifty?”

“Yes. The bags of clothes in the back aren’t helping your space. Your seat isn’t as far back as it could be. Beggars can’t be choosers though. I’m from Washington state by the way. Why do you go on a road trip every year?”

Curtis is constantly adjusting his seating. Knees up higher than was normal, and pressing up against the dash of the car. Twenty minutes wasn’t a long drive. He could do this. “Uh, just to get away. Life can come at you fast. Mine didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted it to. Without getting too into anything, I helped a friend out. We got ourselves stuck, drifted, and somehow remained friends, and we make it work. We have to.”

“I’m not going to ask.”

“Please don’t,” Curtis looks out his window, appearing as if something was bothering him, but you didn’t want to pry. If he wanted to tell you more he could. But you know he won’t. “So New England?” Finally he looks towards you, and you gulp. Gripping tighter to the steering wheel. Oddly trying to rub your thighs together. He was handsome. Too attractive.

“Yeah, sometimes you get tired of the same thing.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you, driving all the way out here for? I’m assuming you’ve got something lined up?” His deep blue eyes coast up and down your body, noticing every tiny movement in you make with a smirk. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. No, I uh — yeah, I’ve got something. Gotta meet with them, and would uh have a place to um…to live.”

“Hmm, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules, huh?” You glance back over to Curtis, and he was still eyeing you like his prey. His legs spread as much as they could, but in this tiny car, he couldn’t get the effect he was wanting. He didn’t have to try to make you want him. You wanted him.

“What?”

Curtis chuckles, wiping his thumb and middle fingers on the sides of his beard. You reach towards the air conditioner, turning it up. “You picked me up, and the way you’re talking…are they putting you up in a house?”

“Yeah. What…what do you do in Newton?” Something had to change. The topics had to go to something else besides you. It was getting more difficult to drive and pay attention.

“I told you, I’m a mechanic. Gotta garage with my buddy, Jax. We stay busy. Blue collar work. Beats the traveling bullshit. I don’t get it. Traveling for work. Traveling because you want a vacation. On your own.”

“Did you just get off a two week road trip?”

He turns to look at you, that devilish grin still there, “I like you.”

“Why?”

“Called me out on my own bullshit quickly. A lot of people won’t do that. They say I’m too argumentative. I’m not. I’m blunt, there’s a difference. Isn’t that the damn hotel?”

“Yeah,” you respond. Turning into the hotel and the gravel crunches under your tires, and you hate that this is it. Curtis was about to make a call, and get something worked out, and this would be it. You grab your backpack, and walk in with Curtis.

He allows you to check in before stepping up to the counter, “I need a room for the night.”

“I’m sorry, sir, we have no more vacancies.”

“There’s…can I just — I guess hang out in your lobby then. I gotta call someone in the morning to help with my car, and…”

“I’m sorry, sir, no loitering. Have a good evening,” she walks off, and goes back to her seat. Picking up her phone, and letting Curtis know that the conversation was over.

“Just my luck. Damn. Thanks, here let me get you some money. I’ll…hell, I don’t know, start walking.”

“It’s two in the morning,” biting at your lip, you know this is the most bizarre and ridiculous thing you have ever done. He was nice. He was hot as fuck. And you were terrified. Not of him, but of moving here. Moving away from what you knew and into the unknown. All the warnings you push back in your mind. You had made it this far, and he hadn’t killed you.

“I know, darling. I’ve been in worse places.”

“No, I mean…I’ve got a second bed,” Curtis cocks his brow up at you, and you slowly exhale. It was okay. You needed something random and fun tonight. Needed to get out of your head, and Curtis looked like just the man. And the worst he could say was no, and you would never see him again.

“Hey, it’s fine. You’ve done plenty for me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“Then let me rephrase it; would you like to come up to my room for a drink? There’s a mini bar.”

“You’re testing fate?”

“I see a sexy man with nowhere else to go tonight. And I want a drink with him. There’s two beds,” he gives you a bow, and you start walking towards the elevators. Everything's in slow motion. Down to the roaming eyes of Curtis. Licking his lips as he stares at you, and you are quaking.

“C’mere,” he whispers when the elevator door closes, and you walk over to him. His thumb brushes over your cheek gently. Looking into your eyes as he traces your pouting lips, “You’re shaking. I won’t hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. There’s two beds, remember?”

“I want to use one.”

“Then breathe,” the ding of the elevator has his hand drifting down your front, and grabbing your hand. Starting to lead the way to the room. “Key?” You hand him the key, and take your final breath. You invited him.

The second the door closes, your hand glides up his chest, settling behind his neck, “No mini bar?”

“Oh, that’s right,” he sighs when you step away from him, going to the bar to get two small bottles of liquor, “Tito’s or Jack Daniels?”

“I’ll take my chances with Jack. Join me on the bed?” He plops down, and taps on the bed. Waiting on you to join him before lifting up his bottle, “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” you copy, drinking the vodka in one sip. The little bit of alcohol was giving you a bit more of a confidence boost. Looking up at him as you listen to him start to tell some story.

You lean more into him, trying to listen to his words, but it is just static. Curtis looks down at his lap, and his raspy voice moans. You check to see what he was staring at, and your hand is palming him over his jeans on it’s own accord, “Is this okay?” You ask him with a pout. Had you read all the signs wrong? He knew what you were talking about, right?

“I knew exactly where this was going when you asked me for a drink.”

“Oh,” you start to move your hand, but Curtis grabs yours with his own mitt sized hand. Placing it back over his swollen jeans, and starts your motions again. “I don’t normally do this.”

“Me neither. So lets for tonight, toss aside those pesky feelings telling us not to give into our primal needs as humans. We’ve both been checking each other out tonight, so let’s act on those needs. Okay?” You nod your head at him, adding a bit more pressure to your movement, “Why now?” He asks, groaning as he leans back on the bed. Watching you enjoy his hardening member.

“I don’t want to be the person I was in Washington. I want to have fun. Be spontaneous.”

“Mmm,” his hips start rocking into the air with your movements. When you start to undo his zippe, he tugs at your leg, guiding you to straddle him. His giant sized hands rub up your thighs and to your ass, coaxing you to start grinding on him.

“So picking up men on the side of the road isn’t a normal thing?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head with a smirk. Getting more into the movements, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, you let it fall to the floor as Curtis starts groping your tits.

“Well isn’t today my lucky day?” Sitting up in bed, he pulls you closer to him. Peppering kisses along your jaw, and creating a trail all the way to your mouth, and you whimper into him. His length was right at your core, and he was throbbing. Just as needy as you. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Curtis,” you whine as your hips gyrate over him. Making a mess of his pants already. It had been awhile since you had sex. He had his thick fingers gripping the spears of your ass, and pressing you harder on him. “Do…do you…” you can hardly speak from the kisses he was continuing to assault you with.

“I always carry protection, don’t worry.”

“Curtis, you’re hard.”

“And you’re wet. What are you going to do about it?” He gives both your nipples a quick pinch, and your movements pick up. Riding on top of him like your life depended on it.

“I wanna come.”

“Just like this, little lady?”

“Uh huh,” biting at your lip, you pout at him as you move.

“Then make yourself come. Enjoy yourself. I’m not a little boy, I can hold off,” he lets out a guttural moan when you circle your hips over him. Guiding his hands to your tits, wanting him to play with you while you get off.

You are soaked, and so close. Right there. Hands on his shoulders as your desperately rub one out over him. Fire courses through your veins, and your movement stutters as the sweetest pleasure races through your veins.

“Thatta, girl,” reaching into his pocket, he pulls a packet out, and reads the expiration date, “Still good,” you crash your lips into his. Hands rubbing over him before pushing off his jacket, while he yanks your jeans open.

He flips you over onto the bed, and stands up. Watching as you struggle to tug your jeans off, but Curtis reaches towards them, yanking both the jeans and panties off at once, hissing when you spread your legs apart.

“Good fucking, girl,” he walks out of his jeans, his cock making his boxer briefs look uncomfortably crowded. He gives you a wink when he pulls his underwear down. A thick and heavy cock springs up, and you yip, your legs starting to close.

“You changing your mind already?”

“No,” you wanted him. Wanted this. But that cock was thick. Almost able to envision the severe stretch he was going to give you.

“You can take it. And if not, I can make it fit. We can stop any time, okay?” You nod your head, trying to steady your breathing, “I need your words. I need to know that you can stop me if you want to stop.”

“Yes. We can stop at any time,” Curtis pops the packet in his mouth, giving the foil a tear. His lithe fingers place the rubber on his tip, and he starts to roll it on. Pressing his knee on the bed, he gives your leg a jerk down the bed, before his wide body kneels between your thighs.

Spitting on his Hanford before roaming his fingers through your folds, “You are drenched. When did you first get wet?”

“Well…”

“It wouldn’t have been in the car, would it? I saw you moving your legs,” he pushes two fingers into your weeping cunt while his palm stimulates your clit, “Oh my god. What a tight little pussy we have here. You hear that?” He pumps his fingers into you more vigorously. Your wet heat was making the most vulgar and loud squelching sounds.

“You are a sloppy, little one. Did I make you that wet? Oh god, you need to be fucked good and hard, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you beg. It had been too long. Almost two years. One bad breakup had turned you away from men, but now he had you turning into a big slut. His cock forgotten as he tries to ruin you. Sex before was all about your boyfriend. Curtis wanted your pleasure first. “Please, Curtis.”

“She’s polite, too. Oh, fuck, she’s a juicy one. Mmm, I already feel you squeezing me. Come on. Uhh, come on,” his fingers curl, and he sets off at an earth shattering speed. You try to close your thighs when you can’t take anymore, but Curtis shoves them back apart. “Come on. Give it to me. When you come, I’ll fuck you. You can do it. Come for me. You're so close.”

Your hands grab onto the comforter, and you grit your teeth, not wanting to be too loud. And when you squirt onto his thighs, he keeps pumping. “There ya go! There’s a good fucking girl. Just like that.”

“Oh fuck.’

“That’s what I’m going to do,” getting closer to you, he slaps his cock over your clit, “You still want this?”

“Yes, please.”

“She is well behaved,” your mouth goes slack as Curtis pushes through your entrance. Slowly splitting you open as you whimper. “Holy shit. My god, you’re a tight little thing.”

“Don’t stop,” you plead as he slows his motion. “All the way, please,” Curtis continues his journey into your body. Not stopping until he slides all the way in. You lift off the bed, staring at where the two of you connect. “What are you doing?”

“I’m giving your cunt a moment to stretch, little lady. You okay?” You furrow your brows, biting your lip as you nod. “You never had a big dick like this?”

“It’s like a fucking traffic cone,” Curtis’ eyes close as he chuckles at you.

“A traffic cone?”

“It’s so much bigger at the base. How…how did you get it in there?”

“And looka here,” his hand rubs over a bump on your stomach, “You feel me all the way in your belly, huh? That right there is where I’m at. So you want this traffic cone to fuck you?”

“My god, yes!”

“Mmm,” his hands rub up and down your thighs. Giving the tops of your legs the sweetest little tickles before sliding to the backside of your knees. Lifting your legs before slamming them on the bed beside your body. Keeping you good and spread so he can watch himself spear into you.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate. Drawing himself all the way out before plunging back in. Your hands hold onto his wrists, and you make the most beautiful desperate sounds. Scratching down his forearms when he picks up his speed. It felt as if he was pounding his entire weight into you. Bouncing you further up the bed.

He would love to see you riding his cock, but your pitiful little whimpers and whines of his name have him addicted. You are reactive. He gets to see your tits rock with the pounds into you. He didn’t do this shit. And after the year he had, it was what he needed. He needed this warmth. He hadn’t felt more alone and all while he was with someone, and you were just what he needed.

He hadn’t felt this wanted in a while. Sex was treated as more of a chore. Not this desperate need to get off. It hadn’t been exciting. It was predictable. It was when she needed it. But you are receiving every bit of him. With the way you are pouting at him, and keeping your eyes only on him, he knows he could have you doing whatever he wanted you to.

Completely into a submissive role, and you didn’t even know him. “Curtis!” Your whispered screams are giving him life. The walls of your cunt flutter around him making him completely weak. He wanted to keep you around. Newton wasn’t too big. But just one night was never going to be enough.

“Curtis!” Whining out his name as your head tilts back.

“You keep…keep squeezing me like that, and I’m not — not going to last,” he pants out. He had never felt someone react like this. “Let go, little darling. Let go for me.”

Your pussy quivers, and legs tremble as the hardest orgasm he has ever witnessed from a woman flows through your body. You clench around him, and his forehead collapses on your shoulder. Letting your pussy milk him dry. Hugging every part of him perfect, convulsing around him so hard that he didn’t have to fuck you. Your walls make sure every drip of his spend fills up the condom, and he can only deeply breathe on you.

“That. Was. Incredible. You breathing?”

“Barely,” you choke out. “How many condoms do you have?”

“Sorry. I just got the one. Whew,” he sits back up in the bed, and slowly pulls out of you. Your cream coated his length so thickly. “My god. Oh my god. I didn’t want to leave you.”

Leaving your legs spread, your eyes start to drift closed. He figures you have been driving for a long time. You look so peaceful, comfortable. Letting your gaping hole be fully visible for him to gaze at. When he starts to lay on the other bed, you jolt up, “Sleep in this bed.”

“There’s two beds.”

“Then we’ll sleep in that one. This one is messy,” Curtis shakes his head with a smile. Pulling the blankets down in the other bed before picking you up bridal style.

“Fine, you twisted my arm. I need you to have at least panties on. Where’s a clean pair?”

“Backpack,” he pulls on his own underwear before bringing your backpack over to you. “Where are you going?”

“You need water. Panties. Then sleep.”

“Okay,” you even shimmy your shoulders. It didn’t take much to make you happy. He definitely wanted to see you again. Maybe start from the beginning and take you out on a date. Spend some time together before he tells you about his complicated life. But for tonight, he was just going to lay down beside you.

Sending a text to Jax, he crawls in the bed with you. He didn’t know why you are so comfortable, but holding a soft woman for the night isn’t something he was going to complain about. He was just going to let you sleep. Rest. Tomorrow was a new day.

Pulling into the beautiful home, you crumple up that piece of paper, and toss it into the floorboard. You knew it was too good to be true, and are slightly annoyed for getting your hopes up. He was a man that you picked up on the side of the road, and had the best sex of your life. Curtis was generous enough to leave his number on the pad of paper at the hotel, but you woke up alone. Nothing was stolen, so you are thankful for that, and that you are still alive.

And now it was back to the reason why you were here. A ridiculously large house, and what waits inside. They had to be rich. A well dressed woman, holding a baby, swings the door open wide. Her arm flails around as she waves to you, “Oh my gosh! I was so scared that you wouldn’t come, and you are early. Come on, please. Hey,” she gives you a strong handshake, and then makes her baby wave to you.

“Ah!! I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’m Tati, and this sweet, beautiful, perfect, and angelic little thing is Poet. But she will also go by Poe. Poe, can you say hey,” the baby babbles a bit, but a hey does come out. “So, I know this kind of a last minute thing. We gotta wait on my…husband. I’m having to fly out unexpectedly. Oh, but don’t think that you have to definitely take the job. My parents said they can help. He’s taking the day off. Uh, so first things first, if you say yes, you will have the pool house. It’s a fully functioning house. I don’t travel too often, but a fair amount. The times that I do, at night, her daddy will have her.”

“Dada,” Poet whispers. She giggles a bit before hiding her face on her mom’s shoulder. Slowly peeking over at you grinning, and you give her a sweet smile.

“Obviously the whole house you will have access to. Poet’s room is downstairs. Your background check is impeccable, you’re up to date with your immunizations, speak French. Honestly on paper you’re perfect, so I’m expecting you to have some flaws somewhere. Anyways, ahh! Sweet girl, guess who is here?” She looks out the window, smiling down at her adorable baby.

“Dada! Aye!”

“Yay!! Daddy is going to be with you all day today. How exciting!”

“Aye!” She claps her hands. Her mouth moving with no words. She was a daddy’s girl.

You turn towards the door with Tati, and your heart drops. In walks the sexiest man that you have ever met. The man that you could still feel all over you. The man that had left you early in the morning, leaving you alone. The man who was your possible employer’s husband.

“Curtis, I hate to do this. But I got called out at the last minute. You know. Anyways, thank you for taking the day off. I’ll be back in two days. If you decide you want the job, Curtis can give you all the lock codes. I left a list of Poe’s medicine’s and allergies on the fridge. Emergency numbers on the hall calendar. There’s a book with all the main contact numbers on it, but Curtis can show you everything else. Eeee!! I hope you decide to stay. Poe can’t quit looking at you. I think that she likes you. Anyways, bye my sweet angel. Ah, you’re such a saving grace. Thank you so much. Bye.”

She gives Curtis a kiss to his cheek before grabbing her suitcase by the door. Continuing to blow kisses to her baby as she walks out, and you and Curtis are left staring awkwardly at one another.

“Dadadadada.”

“I’m her daddy.”

“Mhmmm,” that much was obvious. What wasn’t obvious was that he was married as he was fucking into you last night. You even gave him in the middle of the night head, and he fingered you back to sleep.

“Oh, so we’re going to be like that now? I had you saying please all night last night.”

“Ugh,” this was a bad idea. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Nothing was going to be different here. It was always going to be the same.

“Can you at least let me explain? You gotta. Look at this beautiful girl. Poet Isabella, can you tell Grace, please?”

“Peas,” she whispers, her chunky little legs kicking around.

“You can’t say no to that. When you said please, didn’t I listen?” He might have listened, but he left out that he was married. He was fucking married to your maybe employer. He was married, and he was inside of you.

“This…this is very different and you know,” he shrugs his shoulders. Walking over to a fenced in area, and he sits his daughter down. His eyes looking at her, completely ignoring you. “Fine. Explain.”

“What happened to those manners?” Oh, he was an asshole. You didn’t have to listen to this. Didn’t have to put up with this, and then he purposefully places his left hand where you can see it, and you sit down on the couch.

“Please, explain.”

“Thatta girl.”

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alittlebitofloveliness · 2 months

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hiii idk if ur still taking requests or not but if u are literally any kind of darry angst would be amazing 🤗🤗

Hi anon! This is a bit more Curtis brothers angst but Darry centric exploring what might have happened if the Curtis parents died two years earlier. Please lmk what you think!

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“Please” Darry begs, “I’ll be eighteen in a month. A month! I swear I can take care of them. Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry,” the social worker says, and to her credit she does sound like she means it, “Since you're almost eighteen and because you’ve provided me with adequate proof you can support yourself I’m going to allow you to remain here at this time, but Sodapop is only fourteen and Ponyboy just turned twelve. They need a real guardian.”

“I can be their guardian,” Darry vows. It’s wrong they’re even having this conversation. His college acceptance letter sits on his desk, his football trophies on the shelf and yet he’d give all of it away in a heartbeat for this crackpot old woman to see sense, to understand that he’s just lost both of his parents and he cannot lose his brothers too. Why doesn’t she understand that? “You said it yourself, I can support myself. I can support them too. The lawyer said Mom and dad left me the house. I can officially claim it in a month, and I can cover bills until then. I already got three offers for another job, and I know how to cook and clean and drive-”

“Darrel,” the social worker cuts him off firmly but kindly, “this has nothing to do with whether or not you are capable. In fact, from what I’ve seen, and the frankly remarkable job you’ve done holding your family together I’d be more than happy to help you petition for guardianship of your brothers at a later time, if it’s still something you feel strongly about doing, but the fact of the matter is that almost eighteen is not the same as eighteen. You are not a legal adult, and you cannot be your brothers’ legal guardian until you are. It doesn’t matter how responsible or adult you are right now. It can’t happen.”

“Please,” Darry implores, “you can’t take them. We just lost mom and dad, I can’t lose them too.”

“I really am sorry,” she says, “and I mean it when I say I will help you try and get guardianship in a month. But I can’t let them stay with you right now, and honestly? Maybe it’s a good thing. I know you love your brothers but guardianship would mean putting your life on hold until Ponyboy turns eighteen- eight years from now. You couldn’t go to college, travel, do much of anything really. This month will give you time to think that over, decide if it’s something you’re truly prepared to do.”

Anger, bright and hot as a supernova bursts in his chest.

“I would do anything to keep them. Anything. I don’t want college or sports or nothing if it means they’d be stuck in some foster home with people who don’t care anything about them.”

“We make sure all our foster parents are vetted very carefully-”

“Yeah, sure,” Darry scoffs, “I know a dozen kids who grew up in the foster system. I’m sure all those bruises were just from kids being kids, especially the handprints. With all due respect, I think you’ve forgotten what part of town you're in. East side kids never end up in the good homes.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“Save your apologies,” Darry chokes, ashamed to feel hot tears start to prick his eyes, “it’s clear your mind is made up and ain’t nothing I can do to change it.”

“I promise you, I will help you try and get them back. As soon as you're eighteen.”

“I’ll call you the minute the clock hits midnight on my birthday,” Darry threatens, “see if I won’t.”

“That’s fair,” the social worker smiles but Darry refuses to smile back. He hates her, for all she is trying to be as kind and helpful as she can. She’s going to take his brothers away. To him, she can only ever be a villain, “you guys can stay together here one more night while I sort out placements for Ponyboy and Sodapop. I’ll be back at ten tomorrow morning. Do you want to tell your brothers or should I?”

Well Darry sure as hell isn’t going to break their hearts, and Ms. Summers has done a good enough job already of shattering what remained of his own.

“You do it,” he spits, “I ain’t gonna ruin their lives.”

Her sympathy has run deep enough that pity now reigns on her face and she ignores his attitude, the way she has ignored all his attitude so far. It’s more than he probably deserves. He still hates her for it.

“No,” Soda says before Ms. Summers has even finished explaining, his brown eyes shining with a primal sort of fear that puts another crack in Darry’s already broken heart. Soda was made to be grinning, not meant to ever look so terrified, “no you ain’t puttin’ me in no foster house. Me’n my brothers are stayin’ right here, together, thank you very much.”

“I’m afraid I wasn’t asking,” Ms. Summers says, still talking in that infuriatingly gentle tone.

Soda- easygoing, sweet Sodapop, who called ladies ma’am without fail, who everyone adored- glares at her, backing away the way a cornered animal might.

“I ain’t going! I ain’t! And you ain't taking Pony neither! Darry ain’t gonna let you take us, right Dar?”

He looks at him, brown eyes wide and desperate in his face, and Darry knows things will never be the same after this because it’s his job to protect Soda and Pony, always has been and always will be, and yet right now he is failing to do just that and Soda may never forgive him for it.

“Soda…”

“No!” He’s crying now, tears running freely down his face as he clutches Ponyboy close to his side, arm falling protectively around their baby brother’s tiny shoulders because Pony- whose eyes are the same sort of haunted they’ve been since mom and dad died, and whose face shows nothing but terrified resignation- hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet. Because he’s twelve. Only twelve.

“I know this is hard for you” Ms Summers continues, “and I’m going to do my best to make sure you and Ponyboy get placed together, but you can’t stay with Darry right now.”

“Why not? He’s good at bein’ a guardian. Shit, I’ve eaten more vegetables in the last week than I ever did when mom and Dad were alive-

“Because Darry isn’t eighteen.” Ms. Summers cuts him off, “and you need to be at least eighteen for the government to consider granting guardianship.”

“I’m gonna get you back,” Darry promises, ignoring the social worker and instead locking eyes with his brothers, first Soda, then Pony, “I swear it, as soon as I turn eighteen I’m gonna get you back and you can come home and we’ll all be together again. But we gotta behave if I’m gonna have any chance at all, so please stop arguin’. I don’t like this any more than you do but we gotta-” he clears his throat, “we gotta play ball, ok kiddo? We gotta do what we’re told.”

Soda gives the social worker one more murderous glance, but pulls himself together, a mask of eerie calm overtaking his features. “Fine.”

“Ill see you all tomorrow then. I can show myself out.” Ms Summers offers them one last pitying smile as she shuts the door behind her.

As soon as she’s gone Soda is on top of him, crying so hard he can hardly breathe,. Pony is clutching his other side so hard he might have bruises, and Darry wraps them both in his arms, wishing he could keep them here forever where they would be safe and he could help them relearn how to be happy. It’s somehow the worst and best moment of his life. On the one hand they’re still blissfully here with him. On the other hand, they won’t be for long.

“I’m sorry,” belatedly Darry realizes he’s crying too, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I tried everything, she wouldn't let me keep you, I tried, I tried.”

Pony just hugs him harder, burying his face in his chest and Soda wails.

Eventually they all stop crying, but the mood in the house is somber. The gang comes around, moods dampening one by one as they hear the news, and Darry makes chocolate cake for dinner since there’s no point in making healthy food if the social workers are taking the boys anyway. In the end it doesn’t matter- none of them have much of an appetite, even for cake.

He walks in on Steve and Soda plotting to run away together before the social worker comes. Talks them out of it by reminding them that he’ll never get guardianship if Soda goes truant while still technically in his care. Eventually, the gang leaves and the it’s the three of them once more, crowded together on the living room couch in an unspoken agreement. None of them want to sleep, unwilling to miss even a second that they have left together.

“Darry?” Pony whispers, his head resting on Darry’s shoulder.

“Yeah, bud?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” Darry says, heat clenching, “I’m scared too.”

A few minutes later Pony’s weight drops a little more against him and he starts to snore, out cold. Darry pulls him a little closer, plants a kiss on the top of his wild hair.

“Soda?” Darry says softly a few minutes later, careful not to wake Pony.

“Hmm,” Soda blinks at him sleepily, “yeah Dar?’

“Promise me you’ll take care of him,” he glances down at Ponyboy’s peaceful face. Asleep like this he looks downright childlike, “and yourself too, savvy? I’m sorry- I’m sorry I can’t do it myself, but you gotta be strong for me, alright? Just for a month or two until I get you back.”

“I promise,” Soda vows, “he’ll be safe with me, I’ll make sure of it. No matter where they put us.”

“I know you will, little buddy.” Darry sighs.

Soda sniffs. “I’m really gonna miss you, Dar. it ain’t right, takin’ me from my big brother when we just lost our folks. It ain’t right.”

“I’ll get you back,” Darry promises again, because what else is there to say, really? “I’ll talk to the president himself if I have to but I swear I’ll get you back.”

“I know you will,” Soda tells him, eyes shining.

They don’t talk for the rest of the night.

The morning dawns with a sunrise that mocks them with it’s beauty and a buttery sunshine that illuminates the sorrow on all their faces when Mrs. Summers shows up and they all have to say goodbye. The gangs around, everyone but Dallas who got jailed two days ago, and Pony and Soda take their time with their goodbyes. When Soda reaches Darry, he hugs him tight for a second, and gets chocked up trying to say something three times before he gives up. Pony hugs Darry with a strength he rarely sees from the kid, and Darry tells him over and over that he loves him because when things get tough that’s the sort of thing Ponyboy forgets.

Then they leave, Mrs. Summers' blue Toyota rounding the corner, and a big part of Darry’s heart goes with them.

He goes back inside. Steve and Two-bit both follow him, casting him concerned looks, but he can’t deal with their worry right now. He has twenty eight days before his birthday to compile an airtight case as to why he’s the perfect guardian for a teenager and a preteen boy, and three job offers on his desk that can make that case a lot more airtight than it currently is.

It’s time to get to work.

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ellssbellss · 3 months

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day two

prompt: firsts/comfort

@allaboutnalu - @thenaluarchive

-> word count: 3.85k, rated T for langauge

-> summary: Lucy really shouldn't be as worried as she is. Natsu can take care of himself. But she can't help it when her mind turns to the worst as she is stumbling through the forest, separated from her team. She can't help but wonder if he's alive.

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alive

Lucy hated the outdoors.

Okay, well, no, she didn’t. Not really. Lucy liked fresh air, the way Magnolia smelled like actual magnolias in the spring, the buds of her city’s namesake in early bloom. She liked the festivals her guild held out in the open fields, bingo and rainbow sakura trees with her friends as they sat around piles of fresh cooked foods, her favorites stacked in front of her like jenga pieces. Lucy even appreciated the hikes to her missions, even if they were forced to walk due to Natsu’s incredible motion sickness. It gave her time to clear her head, think through her plan of action when they arrived to wherever they were going, and to actually hear her inner voice for a change.

And, of course, Lucy loved the stars. They were always glittering and majestic above her as she laid down to rest, her team beside her as the magic firelight never truly dimmed. The constellations reflected in her eyes, the connecting stars reminding her of her loyal friends who had, and forever will, fight by her side.

But, as the celestial mage fought for breath after breath, sweat turning her blonde, manicured hair into a mustard splat on her forehead, she could say she hated it.

She hated the heat that burned into the wound on her shoulder and above her knees, and because she had three gashes and two hands, she had to choose which ones to cradle as she pushed her way through the trees. The key-holder despised the way the sun beat down on her, smiting her skin with its rays as she trudged through endless forest, the leaves seeming never ending and particularly revengeful as they smacked her when she passed.

She hated the absence of her team, not knowing where they were after the explosion of the enemy’s base sent them flying in every direction. Natsu had done his best to hold onto her wrist as the blast came through, but the force was too great, and their exhaustion from their battles had already taken its toll. So his grip broke, and the ball of fire that was the core of their enemy’s power finally blasted out of its confinements, wedging distance between them.

With Team Natsu scattered through every edge of the forest, Lucy had no idea where to start.

She smacked, rolled, fell, and finally landed on ranges of mountains and dirt paths, coughing up soil and leaves while picking branches out of her hair. She thanked the wonderful, beautiful magic that swirled through her veins from her own power, making her more durable to the violences of a Fairy Tail mage’s lifestyle. And Wendy’s protection support magic didn’t hurt either.

She had stood up in the clearing gravity decided to drop her into, and then fell immediately back onto her knees. Her hands smacked the ground as she cried, whined, cursed, whatever she wanted to do, really, until her body had released every large, frustrated emotion she had.

Eventually, she would make a plan to go back to the town square of the city that hired them, an unspoken base for her team that had been settled long ago if they ever got separated like this, but not now. Right now, with the pain shooting through her body and the worry for her friends in her heart, she needed this.

Then, finally taking her last shuddering breath, she stood back up, summoned Pyxis with what little magic she had so that she knew which way was east, and set on her way.

First, Horologium had come through the gate via his own volition, sensing that Lucy’s magic power was already drained from her fights and her pain, and offered to carry her. She had nearly cried again, quickly hopping into the clock and relaxing her joints. Or her limbs. Or her eyes. Basically everything that was too sore to think about.

But when she woke up about two hours later, dropping onto the ground with a hard smack!, she had to come to terms that she needed to walk on her own. Horologium had stayed as long as he was able, and she was grateful. But, fuck, did this suck.

She was hurt, sweaty, grimy, and in desperate need of a bath when she got back home.

More than ever, though, she was worried.

Which was stupid, Lucy knew. Her team was a group of strong, almost seemingly unreal warriors who have fought greater foes than an explosion of some low-level mages. So strong that she would admire them from the cover of their shadows, not always quite knowing where she fit in.

But they were still alone, like she was.

They could be severely wounded. Erza could have landed on her leg wrong and broke it to pieces, or Wendy could’ve fallen onto something sharp.

Or maybe they were scared? Gray put up a tough facade, but she knew him. He would put up an icy front, and he would fight through it, but his heart would be rapidly beating out of his chest as he turned every corner.

And Natsu. Her heart didn’t want to think about Natsu.

The look on his face when her hand had slipped from his nearly wrecked her. He called her name, the sound twisting with the way she called his, and it echoed across the chasms of the forest. Her name was cracked on his lips as he took the blunt of the explosion, pulling her out of the way and behind him the best he could. But there hadn’t been time.

And now, he was lost somewhere to her.

“Someone remind me to kick him when I find him.” She mumbled to herself, gritting her teeth as she lugged herself up an incline. For putting her health before his own, again.

For making her worry about him, again.

She really shouldn’t be. The pink-haired man bragged about being raised by Igneel in the woods. Everything that they needed to survive, they forged and hunted for, but only needed each other to be truly satisfied. Natsu was brought up in the most unlikely circumstances, and, somewhere along the way, that spirit of chaos and uncertainty bled into his bones like wildfire, shaping his DNA into a constant state of anarchy.

It also embedded a natural survival instinct into him, one that has never steered him wrong before. The forest was his home, and deep down, Lucy knew it still was. He could never truly be hurt, or broken, or even dead. No, not in the place that raised him.

Lucy raised her palm and wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks.

Damn it, he was fine! He’s Natsu, her Natsu! He’s Salamander, one of Fairy Tail’s strongest wizards, son of Igneel. Natsu was E.N.D, the brother of a dark wizard, destroyer of evil.

Natsu is the man who brought her to Fairy Tail, her teammate, her partner. He…he sneaks into her bed, and eats her food. He protects her to a fault, but never lets her do that same for him. He just smiles that crooked grin of his, calls her ‘Luce’ and always looks on the bright side to everything. He brings her warmth whenever she has none, and he makes sure it stays, no matter how hard it might be.

And she needed that. More and more each day, she came to rely on it, on him and who he was until she couldn’t imagine her life any other way. She didn’t want to. The celestial mage would do everything she could not to lose her dragonslayer because she needed him.

She needed to see him, to hold him, to kick him until he apologized for driving her absolutely crazy with worry. However she could have Natsu, she knew she would need him until her last breath.

Through tears, she spots the arch to the townsquare, the circular walls around the marketplace acting like gates to heaven as they towered over the endless forest. Breathing a sigh of relief, she forced herself to push. No matter how tired she was after the hours of walking, how much her exhausted heart sputtered in her chest, Lucy dragged her ass under that arch and leaned against the cool stone with her good shoulder.

Her eyes slid over every detail of the spherical square, the walls lined with apartment buildings and bakeries, restaurants and shops. Then, concentrically, it melted into carts or wagons, then into one fountain in the middle.

Hastily, she looked for bursts of red, blue, black and pink, her anxiety spiking when she saw none. She checked every entrance into the square, an arch posted at each of the four corners of the world. But, from where she rested, she couldn’t see a single sign of her friends, of her family, and it made her want to scream until her throat gave out.

Limping, she began to ask the citizens. A pretty blonde girl, dragging her feet as she clutched her arms and knees, speaking through tears as she waves them down. “Excuse me! Please, have you seen a scary lady with red hair? Like blood?”

The mother tucked her daughter behind her back.

“No, no, sorry.” The celestial mage did her best to smile, but by this family’s reaction, she probably had something in her teeth. “Have you seen a young girl, then? Blue hair? We were out in the woods, and we were fighting, and she got away from me.”

The woman took an offended breath, squeezing her daughter's arm. Lucy’s eyes widened.

“No! No, not like that! I’m just looking for my friends!” The key-holder pleaded, trying again as she gestured an inch above her head. “What about a grumpy guy this tall, hm? He uses ice magic, wears a necklace, and…uh, oh! He was probably stripping! He has a bad habit, especially when he’s stressed, so he was probably just–

“Listen, lady, if you don’t back away from me, I’m going to call the police–”

Lucy just shook her head. “It’s not what it sounds like, I swear. Just please, have you seen–”

“Get away from us.” The mother hisses and promptly turns around, giving Lucy a concerned look as she practically sprints away.

“No!” Lucy calls out to her, hobbling forward. “Have you seen a pink haired dragon guy who breathes fire?” The mother didn’t respond, only walking faster. “Oh! He has a talking cat!”

And, the lady was gone.

Groaning, Lucy dug the heels of her hands into the sockets of her eyes. She had to find them before she actually went crazy. Swallowing, she tried to control the panic in her chest, the way it slammed into her sternum with each stuttering breath.

God, it wasn’t working. She inhaled again, shaky and wet as she wiped her cheek on the back of her hand and looked up to the sky. The sun blurred into the sky as she noted that nothing would really calm her down. Not until she found them, not until she found–

“Lucy!”

Gasping, that voice struck chords in her heartstrings, the volume of it making her jump as she turned around.

Through the rippling water of the fountain, Lucy saw Natsu sniffing the air, gaze intense and focused as he gripped the side of the west arch with so much force, the stone was cracking. Happy was resting on his head, a hand over his eyes as he looked far and wide, his wings hanging by his side weakly.

Lucy met eyes with the cat first, and she had never been more Happy to see that stupid feline. His eyes nearly lit up, and he jumped up and down on Natsu’s head, pointing and waving at his blonde friend.

“Natsu! She’s right there! It’s Lucy!”

Natsu’s eyes immediately snapped to hers, onyx meeting brown through the bubbling current of the fountain, and he slumped, his grip easing off the stone arch.

“Natsu!” She called, her voice cracking with fatigue. “Happy!”

She didn’t know who started it, but they were running. Her feet made the same trip as the sun, starting in the east only to finish in the west as she called out their names, ignoring the strange looks they were getting or the pain that had tormented her on her journey back to them. Everything else just blurred around her, becoming background noise to her want, her need to have him again.

Happy made it to her first, his weak wings barely lifting him into the air as he stopped her at the fountain, his flight path taking a crash landing into her chest. She curled her arms around him tight, holding the cat close enough that his fur tickled under her chin. He shook against her, and she scratched that space behind his ear that calmed him down, feeling his crocodile tears on her skin.

“Lushee!” Happy squealed against her collarbone, and she released him so that he could breathe, his wings barely lifting him in the air. “We were so worried!”

“You were?” She panted, swallowing her emotion. She hadn’t even wondered if they were thinking about her. Lucy had only focused on Natsu’s well-being.

“‘Course we were.” Husk and smoke filled the space around her as Natsu seized her shoulders, dark eyes turning to emerald in the sun as he stared at her. “Luce, what happened? You okay?”

He was in front of her. Really in front of her. His hands, calloused and scarred, gripped her sweat-slicked skin with a fervor, and his gaze truly lingered on her scrapes and bruises that were visible on her person.

Natsu’s pink hair was really catching sunlight so perfectly, that it made the strands seem more blush than salmon, and his guild mark on his shoulder was actually rippling over his skin as he asked her again, shaking her slightly to get her to focus back in.

Her partner was here, in front of her. And he was hurt.

“Lucy,” The fire wizard repeated sharply. “Are you–”

“Am I okay?” She gasped, finally seeing the marks and scratches that littered his skin, bruises starting to form on his biceps and over his knuckles. She broke from his grip on her shoulder, holding his palm in her own, tracing the damage with her fingertip.

“Look at you! Your hands, Natsu.” She whined, turning his palms in her grip. “They must be fractured at least.” Experimentally, she pressed down on one, watching his face carefully. “Does it hurt when I do this? Or when I pull it this way?”

“Oi! Mavis, don’t pull it like that, Luce! The hell are you thinking?” He says, ripping his hands from her grasp. “It’s fine, just a sprain. What about–”

“And your chest! What happened to you?” The celestial wizard exclaimed, running her hands over a large slice across his pectorals. It wasn’t as deep as some other wounds she had seen, but it was definitely worrisome, and the dried blood around it only made her anxiety spike. “Did you land on something? Was it one of the wizards you fought?”

“No, no, I hit a tree when I fell, and the branch cut me.” He pushed away her prodding hands, gripping her wrists in a pleading gesture. “You have scrapes all over you, I need to know–”

“Your face, Natsu.” Natsu’s voice was nice, but it was drowning over the beat of her heart when she saw his busted lip and the scratches on his cheek, dirt freckling over the line of his jaw. Her hand went to touch his bottom lip, mindlessly pulling the skin there with her thumb so see the depth. “Did you land on your face? Are you okay? Does your head hurt? When Wendy gets here, we need to make sure–”

“Lucy!” Her pale hand on his lip was seized with a firm grasp, and she was forced to follow its path as he placed her hand on his cheek, the sunkissed skin under her touch flaming and soiled.

Natsu’s other hand brought her gaze to his, his touch gentle but firm as he guided her to his gaze. “Shut up for one second, you’re talkin’ too much and I’m tryna ask you a goddamn question.”

Lucy felt him squeeze the hand that was against his face, like a silent apology for interrupting her with harsh language. But his voice was ragged, and his stare was enough to effectively shut her up.

“I’m fine. I may not look it, but nothin’ is too deep or too painful enough to where I can’t fight through it. I have a cut across my chest, my shoulder blade is shot, and I’m sure there are a million other things I’m missin’ that I just haven’t found yet.”

His hand let her go, and now both his palms framed her face, bringing her closer. “What about you?” Natsu asked slowly, fiercely emphasizing each syllable. “I smell blood on ya’ Luce, and you look like you just crawled through hell. I need you to tell me if you’re okay, but you keep interrupting me every five damn seconds.”

The dragonslayer's wounded chest was panting, his clothes ripped and torn just like her’s were, she was sure. But she was speechless. She just stared into his eyes, the desperation swirling in them making her lose all sense of where she was, what she was doing.

It had never occurred to her that all the time she spent worrying about him, he was worried for her as well.

Natsu shook her again. “C’mon, Luce, you gotta work with me! Where does it hu–”

“I’m fine!” Snapping out of her trance, she smiles wetly, and Natsu looks like she’s grown two heads. “I’m-I’m banged up, but I’m okay.”

“What’re you smilin’ for?” He asks, and the hands on her head turn her skull on her neck, clearly searching for some kind of brain injury. “Happy, I think she hit her head too hard.”

“Stop it, Natsu!” She shoves him back slightly, but it still laughing, her cheeks hurting from her grin, and probably a sunburn. “I’m okay, I’m alive!”

Those eyes zero in on her.

She puts his hand over her heart. “I’m alive, and so are you. Even though we got separated, we both made it back here in one piece.”

“You’re alive.” Natsu repeats, swallowing, the hand on her chest tightening.

She holds it there. “You are, too.”

Natsu looks at her for a long moment before his busted up face, bleeding and splintered, breaks out into the brightest smile she’s ever seen. Lucy kicked herself for being so scared that she’d never see it again.

“We’re alive!” He cheered, shouting into the townsquare, jumping around as a tired, battered Happy sat on the fountain, raising his own arms weakly in support.

Natsu pumped his fists, chanting and drawing attention to their spot as he spun, and Lucy bathed in his happiness. “We’re alive, and Lucy’s alive, and nothing will ever tear us down!”

Natsu comes back to her, and brings her into his celebration. Despite both of their injuries, he scoops her up in the tightest hug imaginable, his defined arms wrapping around her waist and twirling her in the air. She was startled at first as her sore feet left the ground, gripping onto his shoulders to balance herself.

But his hold was assuring, and he just couldn’t stop smiling about how he was here with her, and she relaxed. Instead, Lucy threw her head back and called out to the townspeople who were surely staring at them already.

“You hear that?” Her tired voice carried over the cobblestones, laughing into the open sky. “We’re alive!”

She looked down to see that he was already looking at her, his chin on her chest as he kept her in the air.

His crooked, wide, real smile washed over her in fiery waves, and his arms felt so assuring as they folded themselves around her waist. She knew he would never drop her, never let her fall, never leave her without a fight.

And, Mavis, she couldn’t help what she did next. Nothing could’ve stopped her from cupping her hands over his cheekbones again, her thumbs supporting the line of his jaw, and pulling his lips to hers.

She had to lean down a great deal, keep his chin tilted towards hers, but she got there. Slotting her lips over his full ones under such a rush of adrenaline, she forgot about his busted lip. The taste of iron flooded into her mouth, but she ignored it over the sparks that shot down her spine as she kissed him, her fingers moving to thread through his hair and bring him closer.

His arms around her tightened in what she could only assume to be shock. She silenced his cheers enough to hear the bubbling of the fountain next to them, and felt his sharp intake of breath. But her adrenaline was too high to stop, to go back to a life without his lips on hers. So as long as he wasn’t pushing her away, she would selfishly kiss him until he did.

And he wasn’t. Instead, she felt herself being slowly lowered to the ground, their lips still connected as their bodies dragged against each other, clothes rumpling between them. One of her toes touched the ground as she was delicately placed back onto her feet, erasing the feeling of weightlessness she’d been feeling.

Apparently, her courage left with it.

Lucy pulled back, her brown eyes wide over blushing cheeks as she loosened her grip on his locks, immediately looking for her partner's reaction while screaming on the inside.

His eyes had closed at some point, and they were still shut when she backed away a little, as much as she could with his arms still wrapped around her. But then they opened, and she swallowed at his dilated pupils, eyes dazed as he looked down at her.

“What…” Natsu spoke first, hushed breath scraping over gravel, and she tensed under his hold. “What was that?”

Swallowing, she wanted to retreat, wanted to actually go back into that forest and hide in those vengeful leaves. “A, uh, a kiss.”

Her first kiss, and probably his too. Their first kiss.

The corners of his lips, the same pair that had fit so perfectly against hers, quirked up. “I know that, weirdo.” He cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “But what was it for?”

“I…I don’t know.” Lucy sputtered, her hands moving down to the base of his throat. “It just…felt right, I guess.”

Her heart was beating too loudly, and she knew he heard it as she looked at him with uncertainty.

But then one of his hands that had an iron lock on her waist trailed up her side, holding her face in his palm.

“Okay.” He said, simply, before pulling her back in and kissing her with more confidence, giving her ample time to embroider her fingers back through his hair.

Her body arched into him, and they kissed at their meeting point, gingerly avoiding the injuries and tender bruises they had suffered to get back to each other.

But she was alive. And, at this moment, she had never felt more like it.

thank you for reading! see you tomorrow!

day one | day three

#fairy tail nalu #nalu week 2024 #nalu week #natsu x lucy #navigation #natsu dragneel #nalu #lucy heartfilia #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing progress #romance #firsts #first kiss #comforting #comfort

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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Hello Lady Raven! How do you do? I hope you're having a good day.

I was looking stalking at your blog when I saw your post which contained a world map of the game. This made me really curious: what informations do we have about the countries, kingdoms and other lands that appear in the map? Specially the Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands and Kingdom of Heroes. Does the world of Twist have other lands that do not appear in the map? Are the shaftlands some sort of Twist Europe (as in; a bunch of countries that signed a agreement to be sort of unified)? And what is that big empty land north of the shaftlands?

I'm really curious about the countries and their cultures in the Twist world, I feel like we don't really have a lot of info on them, and as someone that really loves geography and history, that makes me a bit sad 😂.

I hope you're healthy, thank you for your time!

Oh, the map from this post?

Hello, hello!

Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m able to compile ALL lore we have on all available countries, cities, and towns into a single post (especially when there’s a lot of other questions that have also been posed + need answering in your ask). That’s way too large of a scope for a single post. I did compile lots of food/related lore here if you want to take a look, as I find the food and food customs in a region say a lot about its culture and history. (Plus, I’m just very interested in food!)

If you’re curious about each location, you can find the bulk of information yourself in related hometown events—however, tons of lore tidbits are also dropped in non-hometown events (ex: Floyd talks about land training camp in the second beans day event), voice lines (ex: Dorm Uniform Leona says that in his home land, scars are seen as signs of bravery), and vignettes (ex: In Jade’s School Uniform vignette, Kalim talks about how serving very sweet tea is a luxurious way to welcome guests to your home in the Scalding Sands). There’s lots out there if you’re willing to search for it!!

Please be aware that we haven’t visited most of the areas on the map, so we are still missing a lot of information on them. The Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands, and the Kingdom of Heroes are particularly lacking in information. They’ve been mentioned offhandedly every so often. Platinum Jacket vignettes feature the boys visiting the National Museum of Art in the Land of Dawning, and there are sometimes bits of lore which mention these lands. The Mermaid Princess that strengthened the bond between merpeople and humans married a prince from the Sunshine Lands, I believe. In his Broomquet card, Idia says there is a place called “Hydra Valley” in the Kingdom of Heroes (which probably is a reference to the place Hercules defeated the hydra at). Finally, Crowley went with Idia’s parents to the Land of Dawning with to discuss important matters yet to be explained to us. The Land of Dawning is also referenced in a call for evacuation in book 7.

The map you see above is definitely incomplete. We don’t see several vital spots marked even though we’ve visited them: the City of Flowers/Fleur City, the Scalding Sands (and Silk City), Clock Town, Fairest City, the Land of Swords, Dawn City, and more. Heck, the continent that contains Briar Valley isn’t even labeled but somehow Briar Valley itself is. We cannot tell if this is even the entire world map or just a portion of it, since Lilia describes “a land to the east”/the Land of the Crimson Long, but the most eastward locations depicted seem to be the Queendom and the Afterglow Savanna. I definitely feel like there has to be more to it than what we currently see.

I would caution against saying that “[TWST location] = irl location” as even though there are oftentimes strong parallels or inspirations drawn between the two, they shouldn’t be conflated for one another. TWST often forms cultures of its own or borrows from many inspirations to create these places and to present them to us. Comparisons can be made, but let’s remain cautious to not veer too much into that since there’s no clear 1:1. For example, the Shaftlands could be interpreted as “twisted Europe”, but not really because the area often considered “twisted Britain” (which is a part of Europe) is seemingly separated and located on the other side of the map. And then you notice that this “twisted Britain” has a collection of islands that very much resembles irl Japan, an eastern country. So… in essence, sure, the City of Flowers/Fleur City resembles Paris, Fairest City feels very European and German, and Harveston is a blend of Nordic inspirations, but at the end of the day, they’re their own thing.

We don’t know what the land right above the Shaftlands is as of right now. For all we know, it could just be even more of the Shaftlands since the country seems to be a large expanse of land with variable weather depending on the region.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Tweels #Kalim Al-Asim #Leona Kingscholar #Dire Crowley #Hercules #Idia Shroud

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marvel-ous-m · 7 months

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An Embrace at the Edge of the World

WC: 509 | Prompt: Edge | Rating: T | Tags: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort | @steddiemicrofic

Steve’s had his fair share of bad days at work. On a scale of ‘bad’ to ‘fucking awful’, he’d label today a resounding ‘pretty shitty overall’. Robin was out for the week- she was visiting family on the east coast- which left Steve to work with Keith, which actually meant that Steve worked alone while Keith smoked and sorted returns in the stock room. To make matters worse, it was two-for-one Tuesday at Family Video. Steve was faced with a steady stream of customers, which led to crowded aisles and the inevitable knocked-over endcap. On top of all that, he got chewed out by an older woman who was pissed about being denied the ability to rent (she had five overdue rentals, so Steve was literally not allowed to rent to her- it was company policy).

By the time he clocked out, he was ready to curl up in bed and have Eddie read him to sleep.

That didn’t happen, though. Steve got home, trudged up the stairs to his room, expecting that Eddie was already up there and strumming on his guitar (as was routine nowadays). Instead, he opened the door to find Eddie sitting on the edge of the bed, face in his hands. His shoulders were shaking, and muffled sobs filled the room.

Steve left his bad day at the door and crossed the room in an instant, taking a seat next to Eddie and wrapping his hands around Eddie’s middle. “Hey, baby. What’s goin’ on?”

Eddie turned, burying his face in Steve’s neck and wrapping his arms around Steve. “’S stupid.”

“No, no sweetheart. It’s not stupid. Not if it’s you.”

Eddie let out a wet-sounding, humorless laugh in response. “I went to the store today and some assholes started harassing me. I should be used to it by now, but… just got to me today.”

Steve leaned back to take Eddie’s face in his hands, inspecting him for any injuries. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

Eddie shook his head, his eyes downcast. Steve tilted Eddie’s head up with his hand, smiling reassuringly when Eddie’s wet eyes met his.

“You’re allowed to be upset, Eds. The way that you're treated- most people would leave town the first chance they got if they were faced with even an ounce of the shit that’s thrown at you every single day. You are the strongest man that I know, Eddie Munson. A man that I love more than words.”

Eddie’s face crumpled, indicative of another round of sobs, and Steve pulled him back into a tight embrace, running a hand through his boyfriend’s curls. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Yeah, Steve had a pretty shitty day. He could put all that aside, though, and be here with Eddie- sit at the edge of his bed, hold his boyfriend close, and remind him how much he was loved. Because in times like these, it’s just the two of them existing in their own little world- and at the end of the day, that’s all they really needed: each other.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #em writes #steddie fic #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficfebruary

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Weeping Maiden's dorm part 1

Here we go, the first part of the RSA dorm and its members. I will post the last three dorms and the staff after Chapter 2.

If you have any questions about any characters, feel free to ask. I would be happy to answer it.

Royaldawn Dormitory :

[Name] Yamada, she has similar feature from her brother but is seen as the pretty siblings. She was a child actor in her childhood to middle school.

Flora, she is Royaldawn Dormitory's self designated housekeeper. She love [Name] greatly as she remind her of her godchild Briar rose. She is obsessed with pink.

Apple Red :

Dorm leader

Neige Leblanche

Sophomore

Unique magic: True love kiss

Homeland: Shaftland

Vice leader

Ash Blueglass

Junior

Unique magic: midnight clock

Homeland: Shaftland

Belle-rose :

Dormleader

Henry Beaumont

Senior

Unique magic: Tale as old as time

Homeland: Fleur city

Vice leader

Candle Jr Rocktail

Senior

Unique magic: Showtime

Homeland: Fleur city

Dorm members :

Endy Stirling

Sophomore

Unique magic: Make-believe

Homeland: Clock town

Aurelius Dreamscape

Freshman

Unique magic: Once upon a dream

Homeland: Briar Valley

Whitecourt

Dormleader

Chess White

Senior

Unique magic: Wishful thinking

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Vice leader

Mercury Hat

Senior

Unique magic: 10/6

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Dorm members:

Jack Rabbit

Junior

Unique magic: Tick-tock clock

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Che'nya

Junior

Unique magic: Sneaky cat

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Alexis Lewis

Freshman

Unique magic: Eat me, drink me

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Kingsword

Dormleader:

Zhen YongWei

Senior

Unique magic: For our honor

Homeland: Empire of the Dragon (Far East)

Vice leader:

Mu Chen

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Senior

Unique magic: Dancing dragon

Homeland: Empire of the Dragon (Far East)

Dorm members:

Heric Jupiter

Sophomore

Unique magic: Beyond the distance

Homeland: Island of hope

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mushangaa · 8 months

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Metal

2024/02 (full view) Water | Earth | Metal

Frida, the oldest, her element is Metal and boy does she know how to use it in combat. But instead of cold grey I went with a more loving interpretation. And Bismuth vibes. Iridescent Bismuth has all them colours of her sibs in it too. I talked a bit about her element in relation to Raphaels element (fire) in this post.

And I shall ramble some more in general under the cut.

I just love Frida, or rather the Frida I cooked up in my head since we never got her properly in rottmnt. She is rather mature and responsible, she has a lot of things to keep on top of on the farm and is very business about it, thankfully she shares that load with Raphael, the other oldest sibling TM. But beneath all that she is also a bit of a gremlin like the rest of the fam, she just grew up a little too fast in some ways, but she has not let go of all of that and beneath her mature ways and responsible behaviour there is still a mischievous lil girl that sometimes will engage with the pranks of the youngest or get into some shit with the twins or convince Raph to shenanigans if she feels he has been wound up to tight lately - or full on brawl with him with reckless abandon since those two can't hurt each other that easily since they are matched in strength so Raph can let go a lil of his control and so can she. And like I dunno how to properly explain it in English but Bismuth gains it's fancy colours when it is subjected to moist air (just like silver turns black after a while and so on) and normally it is just grey and I like to relate that to Frida who is a very dark bluegreen black hue and likes simple clothes and muted colours but on the inside she is just as colourful as the rest of them you just gotta give her room to get out of her shell so to speak and be a little less restrained just like you have to dig up Bismuth for it to become colourful. She also normally does not do dresses, she gets one in her family portrait here but usually she tries to not be too femme on clothes, for one she does not like skirts and dresses too much she has a lot of farm work and loves riding, neither of those make dresses practical to her and she'd hate for her father to buy her fancy stuff only to soil or rip it needlessly. She also kinda really dislikes how she gets treated if she does go with more femme clothing - see she is the oldest daughter and a great deal of their yokai neighbours and those in town have a lot of opinions about that. Like how she is approaching the age of needing to be wed and settle down. Or how she is a bit too headstrong and opinionated for a female. Or how she needs a strong hand to reign her in obviously since her poor wifeless dad obviously raised her too much like his boys and yadda yadda and if she does then lean more into her femininity they are all over that since now that.. that is more proper isn't it? Isn't it better like this? She looks so pretty. Anyway so like Frida does not reject her femininity in general but she totally rejects how people around her define it for her and there have been some hands thrown in the past with neighbour boys who tried to court her and on one beautiful occasion Splinter roundhouse kicked a neighbour through the east wall (which the whole family happily repaired together) of their farmhouse after he made some implications about her biological clock ticking and whatnot and maybe wedding her to one of his sons before nobody wants her no more. That all is to say, Frida doesn't exactly do dressed but she does this dress. She calls it her "dress I own for your funeral if you don't mind ya business"-dress. It has magpie colours and shimmers a bit in light, the bottom part has some white flowing feather like applications in there. She fell in love with that one so Splinter got it for her for the special occasions. Frida also is the only one of her siblings who inherited her dads eyecolour.

#Havethetouchart #artists of tumblr #the unicorn paradox #traditional art #inks #rottmnt AU #tmnt iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt Frida #art #havethetouch #the unicorn paradox illustrations

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nerdraging4point0 · 4 months

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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Twelve // PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Note: Thank you to @ladyveronikawrites for helping with this piece since I was so desperately stuck.

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Ricks POV

As I push open the heavy wooden door and step into the bustling coffee shop, I can't help but feel a twinge of frustration with myself for coming here so late. It's not that it's an unreasonable hour - the clock on the wall reads just past 10 AM - but I know from experience that this is the time when the crowds really start to gather, and the small talk with unfamiliar tourists and locals becomes almost inescapable. I'm not the most socially adept person to begin with, and the prospect of being drawn into idle chatter with strangers, especially those who may be passing through town, is enough to make my skin crawl.

Still, I trudge up to the counter and place my order for a simple black coffee, my eyes scanning the array of sweeteners, creamers, and other garnishes that so many people feel compelled to add to their drinks. As I wait for my order, I can't help but silently judge those around me who are meticulously constructing their overly-embellished beverages, wondering if they even truly appreciate the pure, unadulterated flavor of the coffee itself. Just as I'm about to retreat to a quiet corner with my cup, a voice suddenly chimes in from behind me.

“Rick?”

My heart flutters a little as I turn to see Eve standing there, her hair pulled back into a sleek, classy ponytail with more volume than usual - likely the result of some expertly-applied hair extensions. Her outfit was equally polished, a soft pair of leggings paired with her best boots, a cozy sweater, and what I assumed was a fresh manicure.

It had only been a month since Eve had moved east, and despite my best efforts to keep my distance, there was an undeniable pull between us. The memory of seeing her naked, being fucked by not one, but two boyfriends, still seared in my mind. It was a hard pill to swallow, the realization that she was involved with not just one, but two other men. Part of me had even entertained the vile thought that if she could handle two, perhaps there was room for one more. But I quickly pushed those dark fantasies aside,sure that there was no room for me.

But it is hard to keep them buried when she says my name like that, looking positively radiant. My heart raced with the possibility that maybe she was on this side of town to see me, I let the thought sit for a minute before letting logic say that wasn’t the case.

“Hey, what are you doing at this end of town?” I tried not to sound eager, or maybe I was over pushing the surprised tone in my voice.

“I just finished a job interview.”

“Rick!” The barista called out my order and I quickly snatched it off the counter, leading Eve outside to the sidewalk.

“Interview? Did Chris start charging you rent?” I teased taking a sip of the bitter drink. The small cup in my hands was disappointingly lacking in the robust, aromatic notes. Perhaps the beans were of inferior quality, or the water temperature was too high, resulting in an over extraction that brought out only the bitterest flavors. Or maybe the grind was too fine, trapping undesirable compounds and imparting an unpleasantly sharp bitterness. Whatever the cause I will still attempt to drink it.

“No. I need something to do outside of the apartment. And the extra spending money doesn’t hurt.”

“Noah doesn’t shower you with gifts?” It's a blunt statement and maybe one I shouldn’t have said out loud.

“Even if he wanted to, I hate it when he does. Thoughtful gifts are one thing. Those I like.” I nod along as she talks, watching her move her hands and pick at the sleeves of her sweater.

“How’s Chris doing in Chicago?” I know what he is doing, he’s recording with Tommy, but I ask her anyway. I can’t help it, I want to have a conversation with her, even if it's something I already know.

“Busy,” she shrugs her shoulders as we continue blindly walking down the streets.

“And Noah?”

“Getting ready for his first European tour of the year.” She sounds somber about it.

“I take it that bothers you.”

“It's always hard keeping up with the time difference and then he is busy with the shows.” I know what that’s like. I have been there more than once. “But it’s nice to have them both. I feel less lonely.”

“Is that why? Because you’d be lonely with just one?” There I go again with my blunt comments passing by without checking out through the word filter. She pauses and stares at me blankly for a minute.

“No,” she says “that's not it. How can I describe it,” I watch her mind circle through the expressions on her face. “Mothers have children, do they ever love one child only?”

“I mean, favorites and all,”

“Realistically, Rick, do they? Not often. So, with that I don’t see any reason why I can’t love more than one person.”

“So, you love them huh?” I feel my heart ache in my chest. Its an unfamiliar feeling and i’m not a fan of it. She has said it to me in texts before, not seriously, but I still liked to think that one day she could mean it. It’s possible I'm pathetic, desperate, sick of being lonely, or maybe i’m just horny.

“It’s been a couple years, I'd say so.” I fake a small smile. Eve hooks her arm through mine, usually I am not big on people touching me, but for her i’ll let it slide.

“Don’t worry, Rick. There is still room for you in my life.” Her lips press quickly to my cheek before turning away to look at the displays in the window shops. It's a good thing she isn’t watching cause I can feel my cheeks turning red.

When I woke up this morning, I had a clear plan and agenda in mind. I was determined to make meaningful progress on my writing projects, taking periodic breaks to indulge in a bit of online shopping. I fully intended to add all sorts of unnecessary items to my digital shopping cart, only to ultimately delete them all before the day was done, repeating this mindless cycle over and over. It was a familiar routine, but one I found strangely comforting in its predictability. This unplanned social interaction led to an impromptu lunch together, and before I knew it, I was back at Eve's place, sitting comfortably with her head resting in my lap as she fell asleep watching a movie.

The simple touch of her bare skin against my fingertips sent a jolt of electricity through my body, my nerves igniting with a primal desire that I could scarcely contain. The vivid flashes of the intimate videos and photos that Chris had been discreetly sending me over the past few weeks now played on a constant loop in my mind, the tantalizing images searing themselves into my consciousness. Knowing about her, seeing her, was one thing - but to now have my own hands caressing the soft, supple flesh of her arms, to feel the warmth of her body radiating against my fingertips, was an entirely different and overwhelming experience. My self-control wavered as my body reacted with a visceral, almost teenage-like intensity.

Her body moved restlessly beneath me, her soft whimpers sending shockwaves of desire through my body. My eyes squeezed tightly shut, fighting the overwhelming urge to give in to the sensations coursing through me. With a guttural groan, I threw my head back against the cushions

. "Fuck, baby girl, stop making those sounds," i growled, the words escaping my lips in a harsh, ragged whisper. Holding my breath, every muscle taut with the effort of restraint, as I waited with bated breath for her to stir. But she remained motionless, lost in the throes of slumber, blissfully unaware of the torment she was putting me through.

A few days passed and despite my best efforts, I simply could not shake the memory of that fateful moment from my mind. It continued to haunt me, replaying over and over again in my thoughts like a relentless nightmare that refused to subside. I tried to push it down, to ignore it and focus on other things, but it was as if the experience had burned itself into my psyche, impossible to truly forget no matter how hard I tried. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw the scene unfold again, each time the fantasy growing-she moaned under my touch as I slipped my hand under her shirt, between the waistband of her pants. It was eating away at me, gnawing at the edges of my consciousness and making it impossible to truly be present or find any sense of peace.

She wouldn't want me there, wouldn't need my presence intruding on her personal space. It would be best for me to just let her be, to give her the space she undoubtedly craved. And yet, the pull to go to her, to make sure she was okay, was undeniable. No matter how much my rational mind tried to convince me otherwise, something deep inside was compelling me to get in my car and drive in her direction, consequences be damned. I had to see her, had to check on her, had to make sure with my own eyes that she was safe and cared for, even if she didn't want me there.

As I pushed open the unlocked apartment door, I was immediately confronted with a sight that was both shocking and captivating. There, in the middle of the kitchen, was Chris with a firm, dominating grip on Eve’s hair. He had her bent over the counter, her back arched in a deliciously sensual curve as he pulled her head back, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

I stood frozen, transfixed, Every fiber of my being wanted to look away, to give them privacy, yet I found myself unable to tear my eyes from the captivating tableau unfolding before me.

“Are you going to leave or close the door? I don’t need the whole building hearing us.” I blindly reached behind me finding the edge of the door to push it closed, hearing it latch behind me.

Chris began to slowly thrust into her, the sounds of her mewling and whining echoing off the walls of her apartment and hitting my ears as if she was screaming directly into them. I could feel my cock twitching inside the confines of my tight, skinny jeans - the restrictive denim clung to my lower body, emphasizing every movement and contour, and I cursed himself for always opting for such a form-fitting style, wishing I had chosen something with a bit more give and flexibility.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Chris says through clenched teeth. “Sit down, relax, enjoy the show.” Chris accentuates each of the last three words with a hard thrust. The small part of my brain takes over, defying all logic and human decency I plop myself into a nearby chair.

“Eve we have a guest.” He says as he pulls on her hair to turn her head, cheek resting on the countertop.

“Rick,” her soft voice calls to me, but I keep my gaze fixed on the floor. “Ricky, look at me.” Balling my hands into fists and setting my jaw, I clear my throat before sweeping my gaze up to hers. Fuck, she looks so beautiful with flush cheeks and red swollen lips. Her tits bounce with each thrust. I’d give anything to have her dig her nails into me as I watch her nails desperately claw at the counter. When her eyelids flutter I know she’s close, but her eyes remain on mine. She bites her lip when she catches my hand palming at my arousal. I feel my cheeks start to heat but I can’t stop myself. My hand slides closer to the waistband of my jeans, but I freeze when the words tumble from her pretty little mouth.

“Fuck me, Rick.” Her eyes are shut tight, body tense just on the edge. It hits me like a train. Me, she is imagining it'd me. Chris doesn’t seem to mind its my name on her lips but I can’t take it. I shouldn’t feel this way about her. Adrenaline and shame surges through me as I push myself out of the chair, storming down the hall before I slam the bathroom door shut. I can still hear their moans from behind me as I lean against the wood and fumble with the button of my jeans. I hear her scream my name and my fingers can't seem to work fast enough. Once I have them undone I don’t even bother to push them down. Desperation takes over when my hand wraps around my aching cock, thrusting into my hand in time with Chris as he fucks her relentlessly through her orgasm. Imagining myself in Chris’ position is all I need before I am spilling over my fingers and onto her bathroom floor, just in time to hear Chris's groan as he succumbs to his own release.

Closing my eyes I try to steady my breathing, but it’s cut short when I hear footsteps getting closer. I shove my dick back into my boxers and pull on my jeans. Busying myself with washing my hands I try not to jump when there’s a sudden knock on the door.

“Hey Rick, are you ok?” Eve asks, her voice soft and full of concern.

“I’m fine.” I spit back. It’s harsh and cold, a habitual defense mechanism.

“Are you su-” I cut her off but shoving open the door. I can’t face them right now, and especially the feelings I’ve shoved away. Storming through the kitchen, I slam the apartment door behind me– leaving them alone to pick up the pieces.

Eve’s POV

I watched helplessly as Rick pushed past me, his movements swift and determined. I instinctively reached out, desperate to stop him, to make him understand, but he was too fast, slipping through my grasp before I could get a firm hold. Chris tried to intervene, but Rick simply wove around him, making a beeline for the door. With a resounding slam, he shut it behind him, cutting off any chance of pursuit.

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, sinking down against the wall until I was crouched on the floor. I could feel the weight of my actions settling over me, a crushing sense of heartbreak washing through my entire being. I had crossed a line, said or done something that had made one of my only true friends deeply uncomfortable. The realization filled me with a profound sense of regret and self-loathing.

Part of me wanted to chase after Rick, to try and make amends, to beg for his forgiveness.

But I knew by the time I could even get my shoes on, he would already be peeling out of the parking lot, racing down the highway, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible.

“Baby, come on off the floor,” Chris' gentle voice coaxes me off the hard, unyielding floor, his concern evident as he bends down to offer his support. Burying my face in the crook of my arms, I shut out the world, desperate for the solace of isolation. But Chris refuses to let me retreat, cradling me tenderly in his strong embrace as he lifts me from the cold, unforgiving ground and guides me to the soft, welcoming cushions of the couch.

With a gentle squeeze of reassurance, Chris steps away, returning to the kitchen to make us both something to eat. My phone buzzes from across the room, I jerk my head up, a flicker of hope igniting within me, only to have it doused as Chris answers the call, “Hey Noah,” he says into the receiver and I slum back down into the cushions.

I can only half hear Chris and Noah’s conversation, Chris taking extra care to talk low. “Nah, it didn’t go well….No, he walked out….I dunno she is pretty upset….I will probably call him later, hash things out.”

Chris handed me my bowl of food but I pushed it away onto the coffee table, too ashamed to eat. As the movie played out on the screen, the afternoon drifted by in a comfortable silence between Chris and I, the two of us huddled together under a warm, cozy blanket. The flickering images and muted sounds from the television were the only disturbances in an otherwise peaceful afternoon.

It wasn't until the last traces of daylight had faded and the room grew dim that the spell was finally broken - the shrill ringing of my phone jolting me back to reality.

“Yes, Noah,” no doubt he was calling concerned after my uncharacteristic radio silence throughout the day.

“It's not, Noah,” Rick's somber tone comes through the phone and I spring upwards.

“Rick, oh god, listen I am so sorry,” I start to plead but his voice cuts me off.

“Please. Let’s not talk about that right now. Um, listen, given everything it seems only fair I take you to dinner. As an apology on my part.”

“Like a date?” My voice catches in my throat a little.

“Like a date, as long as your boyfriends don’t mind.”

Chris is already looking my way as our eyes meet. His expression is obvious that he has heard every word. I wait with bated breath as he slowly nods his head.

I take in a shaky breath as I let the words fall from my lips, “Where are we going? What do I wear?”

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anangelinthepit · 2 months

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Baby, you're the Right Kind of Wrong

Hey guys, so this is basically gonna be like my first series accept a little better. I hope you guys don't mind, but I have a lot of good stuff coming out for this one. As always, I love you all

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Part 1

Ever since I was a little girl, I was always told that the Devil was pure evil and he would do everything in his power to make your life a living hell. Every Sunday at church and every Thursday at youth group, Mama and Papa would preach that the devil would be disguised as an angel and try to trick me into falling in love with him. I look back at this now and wonder if they could look into the future because that is exactly what happened. Only in this case, the “Devil” turned out to be the angel that saved me from the real evils of this world.

“Y/N Y/M/N get down here, please!” my mother yelled from in the kitchen

As my eyes fluttered open to the sound of my mother's voice, the beautiful East Coast sunrise shined through my curtains, casting a glow against my skin. I looked over at my alarm clock and saw that the time showed 6:00 am.

“Oh my gosh, it's too early for all this.” I groaned, throwing myself back into the bed. I was reluctant to get up, but then I remembered what happened the last time I made Mama wait for me. Letting out a huge sigh of frustration I made my out of my bed, with my feet hitting the cold wooden floor. It was the beginning of October, and the cold temperatures were already starting to welcome themselves into our lives. I never minded it, but my parents, on the other hand, hated this month. Constantly believing that nothing but pure evil comes from October due to Halloween. I always thought it was a cute holiday, even though I never got to celebrate.

I finally started to make my way down the creaky stairs and into the kitchen where Mama was cooking. The sunshine glowed on her beautiful, tired-out skin. Mama used to be so pretty until she and Papa got more involved in the church. Papa made her throw out all her makeup and pretty clothes. Modesty was her way of life now and if you asked me it was boring

“Good morning, young lady. What took you so long to join us.” Mama said in a suspicious tone

“I'm sorry, Mama. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. It was a little difficult waking up this morning I said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Well, you should be happy that God chose to wake you up, missy. He blessed you with another day in the life we gave you. You better have thanked him.” Papa said from the end of the table.

“I am Papa. I am more than thankful. And yes, I said my morning prayers” I said, sitting down with my plate of oatmeal.

Papa and Mama used to live the wildlife, or so they say now the “sinful life”. Mama was a beautiful model out in California, while Papa was starting to work as a movie director in the heart of Hollywood. I remember being a little girl and telling me all the stories about how they met and where they traveled. They seem so much happier back then without all this religious craziness. I always wondered what happened but never had the nerve to ask. Last time, I questioned our faith. Papa locked me in my room for a week with no food and water. Said, “God will provide to those who have earned.”

“Y/N please remember to tell your friend Ana that calling her at all hours is unacceptable,” Mama said while sitting down.

“I will remind her again, Mama.”

I heard my alarm go off once again letting me know it was time to head out and do my daily chores. I kissed Mama and Papa on the cheek and began to make my way to the door when Papa shouted his favorite quote.

“Y/N Remember, idle hands are the devil's workshop. “ He said, glaring at me from the kitchen table.

I looked back, nodded my head, and went about my way. The walk into town was only 20 minutes, so I was able to pull out my phone to listen to music. My parents were too tech-savvy, so I was able to keep some of my stuff a secret. I pulled up my playlist and found my favorite album. As the music began to play through my headphones, I drifted into my dream world

“Blinded by a fear of feeling. These are the kings we chose.”

My gosh, this man's voice drove me insane. Bad Omens became my favorite band ever since Ana showed them to me a few months ago. Of course, I had to had to hide this from my parents. If they found out, Lord knows I would be the talk of the church and made an example out of. I still have scars from the last time Mama and Papa had to prove to the church that they were God’s followers. I finally made my way into town and started my daily errands. Pick up eggs from Mr. Jenkins, grab Mama her yarn from the craft stand, and pick up meat from the butcher. I was getting ready to start when my ringtone played through my headphones. It was Ana.

“GIRL GUESS WHAT?” She shouted

“Good morning to you too, the fact that you’re up this early, must be something important,” I said laughing

“You’re not gonna believe this, remember that guy I dated two months ago?” She asked

“The one that had all those reptiles in his house? Yea, why ?”

“Well come to find out, he knows the members of Bad Omens. Like is friends with them. They invited him to a party and said he could bring anyone he wanted. Girl, we are going to a party and you’re gonna meet your hubby Noah. I’m the greatest friend ever aren’t I.” She said

“As great as that sounds Ana it’s not happening. My parents would never let me go to a party, let alone one with a band that talks about dethroning God.” I said, shaking my head

“Just tell them you're going on another religious retreat, and you can bunk at my place. As long as it has something to do with you worshipping god then they'll fall for it.” Ana said

“Okay, so when is this party?”

“Tonight..”

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” I quietly yelled into the phone.

“Somewhat yes and don't worry, I got clothes for you. I'll pick you up tonight. Bye.”

My heart was officially in my stomach. I'm meeting Bad Omens tonight, and I have to somehow get it past my psycho-religious parents.

“God help me”

I finally got my errands done and was about to make my way back home when I heard someone yell my name. When I turned around, it was Elijah.

“Y/N wait up!.”

I waited for him to catch up to me and flashed a small smile. Eli was your picture-perfect Christian boy. My parents loved him and even tried to go as far as getting us together, but I never had feelings for him like that. I only like him as a friend, but he never seems to get the hint. It gets annoying from time to time, but he's got nothing better going on, so I let him live out his daydream.

“Good afternoon, Eli. How are you today?” I said, holding my basket

“Why so formal? Y/n, you never answered any of my messages.” he accused

“Eli you calling me baby and telling me I should come over to your place is not something I want to talk about. Now, please, I have to get back home before my parents worry.” I said, ending the conversation

“Well, at least call me tonight!” Eli said as I walked away from him.

I completely ignored him and went about my way. I made it home in time to find Mama setting up the table for dinner, and Papa smoking out of his pipe. I remembered that I had to tell them about a fake retreat and hope they believed my lie. My lies were always easy to breakthrough but the thought of finally getting to meet Noah in person gave me this confidence I never felt before. I wanted this more than anything so I had to make this believable. After greeting them both, I took a few deep breaths before finally laying out the lie.

“A religious retreat, that late in the evening?” Mama said, looking at me

With her arms crossed

“Bit of a late notice, don't you think,” Papa asked

“I agree, Papa, but I feel I could really spend time with God on this retreat and be away from the evil in the world,” I said

“Melinda, what do you think?” Papa asked

“Well I don't like the late notice, but if this finally brings you closer to god, where you should be, then who am

I to stop you.” Mama said

I thanked both of them and hugged them. Papa pushed me off, but it didn't matter. I was used to it. I ran upstairs and gathered all my things. Thank god Ana has an outfit for me. All I have are old people's dresses. I texted Ana and told her I was ready and to go pick me up down the block.

I didn't want my parents to question me anymore, so I left my house quickly. Ana came down to the block and picked me up.

“ Girl, we gotta get you into something different,” Ana said, giggling at me

“Well, stop laughing and help me.” I said, elbowing her

“From cute Bible girl to Gothic baddie. Let's go.”

Enjoy loves

Magenta 🌹

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doomsdaybby · 10 months

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chapter one: pre-soak. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turns, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, fluff, mutual pining, steve is such a sweetheart, soft!steve 🥹, steve being a lovesick puppy, reader is just a little mean, jealous!steve at points, ronance bc I love them, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.9k

I do not proofread my work, so please be forgiving of any mistakes.

Suds N’ Sparks Laundromat. Spring 1989.

Steve Harrington works round the clock shifts for exactly four dollars an hour to make ends meet. From sunrise to sunset, his life was surrounded by flickering yellow lights (if you looked closely enough you could see the moths that had scuttled too close to the hot bulbs), emptied pockets of spilled quarters on countertops and the rhythmic mind-numbing rumble of washing machines that soon became white noise.

Steve had already run through exactly eight job positions in the last four years. Don’t ask him how, he seems to never make it stick. The conclusion drew to him a while back that he was the world’s biggest fuck up, and that’s the way it was supposed to be.

It wasn't all bad, he worked alone, the regulars were nice enough and the paycheck was on the surprisingly sunny side compared to Scoops Ahoy, Family Video, camp counseling, that one busboy position that lasted five minutes, and the paperboy, and… you get the point.

It was working well enough for him right now, covering the rent and bills for his and Robin’s shared apartment, and of course gas money, whilst saving him a little extra on the side for whatever his heart desired, and that was all he could ask for. Besides, there weren't many openings left in Hawkins for him to fall back on, almost every business manager the town had on offer had mindlessly sifted through Steve Harrington’s glistening -eye roll- resume since the fall of 1985 at one point or another.

He had to somehow make this one last longer than 8 months, his new year's resolution, or else Steve would surely have to pack up his shit and leave.

Though for right now, the laundromat put an undetermined stop in the infinite revolving door that was his employment track record, and it felt like a small sigh of relief that the customers actually seemed to like him. A lot.

Mrs Fletcher, who insisted on Steve calling her by her first name Helen (he never did), brought in exactly two baskets of laundry at precisely 5pm every Friday evening. Not a minute early, not a second late. Mrs Fletcher was a single woman in her mid to late 50’s, give or take, and was not resistant to the irresistible Harrington charm, despite Steve never uttering a single flirtatious syllable in her direction.

He was woefully made aware that she was single because she made an intentional point to mention it every. single. week. Divorced, husband left her in a bunch of debt yada yada blah blah. Whatever. You would think that he was joking, a tad on the dramatic side maybe, but Helen managed to slip it in there at one point or another during each conversation.

She actually lived on Maple Street, only a couple houses down from the Wheeler’s. Steve remembers her kind waves and cheery ‘Hello’s’ to him and Nancy during their highschool sweetheart days. But since word most certainly got around in Hawkins, once Jonathon Byers took his place linked hand in hand with his past burning flame, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together that the pair had split. So once Steve appeared at the closest local laundromat, Helen Fletcher was positively thrilled.

Steve was in the thick of his routinely one-sided chat with his admirer, elbows resting spread east and west on the counter and arms stretched out in front of him in closed palms, eyes beginning to glaze over since having swapped her one dollar note for four quarters almost twenty minutes ago. Though the shrill ting of the doorbell thankfully pulled him from the jumping record that were his strained, yet still polite, ‘uh huh’-s and ‘oh really’-s.

Robin stumbled through the door, a pull-string hamper hanging heavy by the crook of her elbow, Nancy linked snugly in the other. They both cheesed wide at Steve’s unfortunate current predicament, seemingly unaware of the disapproving grumbles and wary eyes of the few balding middle-aged men slouched on the wooden chairs opposite the rowdy dryers, newspapers held up to their brows.

Though they continued with grace, still very much knitted as one strutting hip to hip and sharing an all too knowing glance, one that only read trouble and hours of persistent teasing that Steve was bitterly well acquainted with. Robin slings the hamper onto the counter that sat at the very back wall with a leaded thud, requesting smaller change in favor of a one dollar bill outstretched in her hand, much like her new shoulder buddy, who is now non-discretely grumbling behind her teeth.

Robin notices, and turns to flash the older woman a pearly ear-to-ear grin, blinking her eyes as if to say ‘need something?’. Helen glowered, lips curled up in clear aggravation. Nancy disguises a poorly hidden grin behind a wipe of her mouth, and Robin’s off-putting aura worked its well-oiled charm as Mrs Fletcher went about her business. Seven days of rest, and Steve felt like he could breathe again. At least she took the hint?

“We did laundry two days ago” Steve looks disappointed, jaw falling somewhat slack.

“You’re so right. But, uhm, we had a problem” Robin’s lips downturn with a shred of guilt, albeit short lived, her left eye creasing under the lower lash in a semi-squint.

“Problem? What problem?”

Nancy’s cheeks are sucked in, rows of teeth biting the inside to stifle her giggling, accentuating her structured features. Though Steve couldn’t put his finger on what was so funny.

“We tried to make dinner. Dinner involved red wine. We drank some of it, it was good, and then we kindaspilledsaidredwineverywhere” She finished in a hurry at the conclusion, speaking incoherently from the corner of her mouth.

Now the ceaseless snickering made sense. They were not drunk by any means, but a little too merry and conversing an octave too high for the closing curtain of Steve’s shift. Ten hours of staring at the same four plant-lined poorly painted carolina blue walls was enough to make anyone go stir crazy. Though in the warmer months the breeze was admittedly very refreshing with the door wedged open, so that was a perk.

Steve tips out a hand to take the bag from Robin with a sigh, a deepening crease in his brow and not enough confidence in his chest to watch the two flounder and fidget with the washing machines.

“You’re not angry?” Nancy taunts, almost expectant, with rounded eyes and fingers now laced with Robin’s as they turn to follow Steve to the large island of cheap wood and steel legs that stood point blank in the middle of the room, the swirling barrels of damp and drying laundry surrounding it.

“Ask me again tomorrow” he responds with an exhausted huff, a hint of a scoff. Steve empties out the soiled linens onto the countertop, surveying each garment to assess the damage.

“Jesus, did you guys rob the liquor store?”

Surely they had used more than one, maybe even more than two bottles of wine for whatever they decided promoted them to culinary artists for the evening. More snickering, though they both prodded and knocked one another at the hip. If Steve rolled his eyes any harder they would spin out of his head.

So Steve guided Robin and Nancy to the chairs opposite where he was shoving clothing one by one into the drum of the washing machine, eyeing them warily like toddlers in a playpen, wishing that they would quieten down before the disgruntled muttering of the elderly man at the other end of their row of chairs transitioned into uncensored hate speech.

Steve resorts to mumbling to himself about how they were going to eventually get him in big trouble having to defend them from their own big mouths, and the potential consequences of said unfiltered big mouths, one day or another. He reaches into the bottom of the hamper to pull out a mauve coloured table cloth, that was now three quarters a giant violet stain.

Steve is too tired for a Friday evening and he wished that the last forty-five minutes of his shift would wrap up as swiftly as it was for his two hysterical friends to fuck up a brand new table cloth. He grasps the material edge to edge in his fists, obscuring his view as he begins to walk forwards, ignoring the familiar ting-ing of the small bell above the janky door, as Robin and Nancy exchanged grimaces and mocking chastising in voices that were supposed to resemble Steve’s scoldings.

Though Steve doesn’t quite make it to the washer, instead crashing chest first into your towering and, for lack thereof a better word, foreboding laundry basket, thus by default, you. Your walkman clatters to the black and white tiled floor, Fleetwood Mac cassette striking loose to slide under an adjacent tumble-dryer with a grainy swish. The headphones dislodge from the plug-in, now hanging lopsided from your ears as your ass smacks to the ground, a dull painful shockwave radiating up your tailbone.

“Fuck!” a curse exclaimed in unison, and Steve is already hauling himself up off the floor, “Watch where you’re fuc-” a helping hand in front of your face before you can even finish your sentence, teeth clacking shut in silence at the unexpected assistance.

“Could say the same to you” Steve replied, back twinging as he lugs you up off the floor, “Sorry, it’s been a long day and-” he looks at you properly then, and absentmindedly squeezes your hand in kindness. You watch him expectantly, dusting off your flared jeans with your free hand, wincing something awful as you cup your lower back.

“Shit, shit” He starts quickly, eyes growing partly wide with urgence, forgetting that you were about to rip him a new asshole. “Are you okay?” his brows pinch to mirror yours, gaze flicking in a hurry from the pained expression on your face to the palm nursing right above your tailbone. It was genuine, his concern, you can hear it in his buttery tone.

“No,” you respond in a way that delivered meaner than you intended, before saying a little kinder, “That really fucking hurt”. You release a breath of a laugh, barely there but it could still be heard whilst Steve steadies you, hands still firmly clasped together. He’s warm, maybe too warm, skin soft and his hands are much larger than your own.

“Hey, didn’t you work at that ice cream place a couple years ago? At the mall? Obviously before it burned down and everything” You ask, eyes curious and voice blanketed in familiarity. Steve blinks at you, blindsided by how the now setting sun reflects in your gentle glassy stare, and you realize that you’re still holding hands.

“You flirted with me once, desperation must be your thing” you continued with a small chuckle when he didn't answer, a jab at yourself rather than him, the previous question more rhetorical and an obvious nose-dive attempt of a dialogue starter.

You release him lightly, and Steve becomes aware a little late when you eye him warily, brows pulling together in an uneasy crease, slightly taken aback by his silence. The patch of stillness was awkward, though it gave you a moment to survey him.

“He’s not much of a ladies man anymore” Robin chimes in with a jump from her seat, the saving grace to the now painfully uncomfortable atmosphere. Steve runs a hand down his face, partially catching his lower lids. Please, God, if you’re listening, just fucking kill me, he thought to himself.

You hum, and Steve’s cheeks dust the rosiest shade of pink when you give him a once over, though you’re leaning a little away from him now. His blue green long sleeved is bunched up to make a three quarter length, though his left has slipped down to his wrist now. Two shiny metal buttons are undone, a sliver of a white undershirt peeking through at the collar. There’s a faded spot of spilt laundry detergent splashed right where his heart sits.

Robin is never going to let him forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Steve was a very handsome guy, you couldn’t deny that. You even thought he was pretty cute the few times he served you raspberry ripple ice cream with sprinkles on top. The sailor outfit was a nice touch, though he clearly never got much action. You were lucky enough to audience some of his failed pick-up lines back then. Poor thing, his ego must have been so battered and bruised.

Your mouth curls at the corner fondly, “Uh, thankyou, by the way. For helping me up”.

“I should have watched where I was fucking going” Steve says, finishing off your earlier snipped jab, eyebrows hitting his hairline and dusting his hands off on his jeans. He dips his face away, but you can see the rippling of smile lines that adorn his cheeks.

“And yeah, yeah I worked at Scoops. You from around here?” Desperate to change the subject, the tips of his ears were flaring up. The regular A/C now didn’t feel like enough, he was hot with embarrassment. You're beginning to pick up the dropped laundry now with Nancy and Robin’s help, after setting your lonely headphones and busted walkman onto the counter. Steve also resumed his previous task.

“I’m from Roanoke, you know, just outside Fort Wayne?” Steve nods, still focused on the wine-stained linens. You continue, “My Dad lives out here, so I've been back and forth, more so the last couple years since I left high school”. Steve makes a mental note, no wonder he can’t quite place you.

“When’d you graduate?” he asks, and Robin winces though she doesn’t really know why. Steve glances up from Nancy’s soft blouse in his hands, running the fabric through his fingertips as he watches you.

“‘82” your nose wrinkles, quickly darting a pair of red underwear into the machine next to Steve. He pretends that he didn’t notice. You were older, even if it was just a couple years. Steve liked that.

“Why move out to Hawkins?” Nancy invades with interest, though you welcome the extra input with grace. It had been a while since anyone had shown this much interest in you. Your lips twist faintly in contemplation, not wanting to overshare whilst seeking their prolonged attention for as long as you could have it. Greedy, really. But it felt nice, normal.

“Change of pace. I like it here” you answer her question with honesty, which was accepted for what it was. Though none of them really understood why you would like Hawkins, almost everyone in the small town wanted to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.

Steve Harrington stayed later that shift, the extent of his fatigue and burning desire to collapse in bed numbed by this new infatuation. Maybe the reminder of having the weekend off was enough to ice the burn. You shared enough but too much considering the three before you were strangers, though not even an hour with them and you felt like you had known them for years.

You spoke mostly with Robin and Nancy, Steve chiming in here and there. His gaze was either trained on you or his fidgeting fingers the entire time it took for your laundry to wash and dry. The girls were giggling, and he managed to get a good look at how your under-eyes crinkle when you smiled, the inattentive purse of your lips when you just sat and listened, specks of mascara dusting underneath your lashes where you had been clumsy.

This might become a problem, he thought.

“See you around, sparky” You wave once your now pristine laundry was folded into the basket a whole ninety minutes after your crash to the floor, a natural charm laced in the flash of a closed mouth smile, a cordial wave to your new friendly acquaintances. Steve felt the air settle once you left, he blinked, his heart had skipped a couple beats. You’d forgotten your tape, your walkman, and your headphones.

Steve raises a hand from the counter, fingers twiddling kindly in your direction. The upturn of his mouth is completely unfeigned, and it makes his stomach twist and his legs feel unsteady.

Robin and Steve turn to look at eachother, hands on his hips and a couple beads of sweat stippling his hairline. She’s smiling, an evil thing with no malice behind it. Nancy's lower jaw is sitting loose, her lips parted, watching Steve as if the stars are aligning before her very eyes.

“Robs,” he deadpans, a warning. “Please. Don’t say anything” he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy fingers.

Nancy and Robin crook their necks to peer at each other, Nancy’s bottom lip is firmly tucked into her top row of teeth, a grin spreading wide. Robin’s mouth is purely hanging open in amazement, and Steve braced himself for what was to come.

They both inhale and Steve screws his eyes closed with a steady inhale through the nose. Reels of kissing noises are thrown his way, the two women’s puckered lips and incessant snorting makes Steve want to crawl out of his skin. He can’t hear whatever raised-pitched fun they’re making of him, drowning it out as much as he is able whilst fishing the car keys from his pocket. Another perk of the job, considering the laundromat was twenty-four hours, he didn’t have to close.

“You guys are assholes” Steve remarks, but the glimmer of a smirk remains just the same.

thankyou for reading this if you made it to the end! 🫶🏻 pls reblog & comment if you like this! I haven’t written fully like this in a good while so i’m feeling pretty anxious. much love x

dividers by @inklore 🩷

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