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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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TMNT 2014/2016 Raphael x Reader- (Short Story)

"What's taking Raph so long?" Mikey was getting antsy. Apparently the red clad turtle promised to have a match with him. You just smiled. "Would you like me to go get him." You had a feeling he was secretly hoping you would. Since they claimed Raph was under your spell. It was a nice thought. Since you told Raph about your feelings, everything felt easier. So you jumped to your feet, practically bouncing on your way to his room. When you came to his door, you just pulled the door open stepping in. "Raph, Mikey needs you to play a..." your jaw dropped and every muscle in your body actively shut down completely.

Raphael was standing there...Naked. Your voice was an indicator of your presence. He turned slowly, and you could see the bath towel on the floor. He must have just gotten out of the shower.

"Shit." He seemed equally speechless. After you collected yourself, you took hurried steps back, slamming the door shut. "S-SORRY!!" Dashing for anywhere but there, you covered your red cheeks.

"Crap, crap, crap!"

Why the hell did you not knock. How would you face him now?

"Huge..." you slapped yourself. "This isn't the time to be thinking about that!"

Today was going to be a very long day.

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When Raph gathered his bearings, he pulled on his pants, clearing his throat. Usually he'd have no problem getting buck naked in the lair. He lived with his brothers, they all had their moments. Splinter only asked that in the main area they be decent, so of course their bedroom was fair game. If it had been one of his brothers, it would have been no big deal. But it wasn't, it was you. And he might have imagined it, but he could have sworn your face turned red.

"Damn it." he pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to rid the dirty thoughts that appeared. Short of kissing, the both of you never explored any further. And he didn't mind. He cared about you. And he was content with the way things were, he wasn't in a rush to do anything. The both of you were still teenagers. Plus you were just so..innocent in his eyes. He'd never force you into something like that without talking it over first.

The beginning of your relationship was already rough to begin with. He didn't want to risk stepping on any land mines if it could be avoided. How was he supposed to deal with this one. He grumbled, strapping his sais to his waist as he walked out the door. When he got to the main area, he saw his brothers moving about as normal, but there was no sign of you.

"Where's (Y/N)?"

Leo's eyes raised. "She bolted out of here like she was running from a wild animal. Did you do something?"

"Why do you think I did something?" Raph challenged.

"Because you always do." Leo said blankly.

"Whatever." Raph was pissed as it was, and now he had a completely different problem to deal with because of your sudden entrance. The image of your face would never leave his mind. He knew there were only two things he could do. Train like crazy for the next couple hours, and take a very very very cold shower.

Leo knew something was up, he just felt like this time, it was better not to get involved.

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"(Y/N) you have a visitor." the call of your mother made your eyes shift from the ceiling. You were just sitting in your bed daydreaming. You were expecting someone. So as you heard the knock on your bedroom door you smiled.

"Knock knock." The women spoke.

"Hey April." she stepped in, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry I've been so busy. I'm swamped at the office. Plus Casey's still basically celebrating his new position at NYPD."

"Don't worry about it. I feel lucky sometimes that I'm still in high school. Adulting sounds like it sucks." She laughed at that.

"It sure does. " She took a seat on the edge of your bed, folding her legs and turning to you. "So I'm positive you didn't call to hear about my boring life. Something up with you? Is Raph being a jerk again? Just let me know and I'll deal with him myself." you giggled.

"I-It isn't anything like that." It was embarrassing, but April was the only one you could really discuss this with.

"April, Raph and I have been together for a while now. A-And it never really crossed my mind before today but something happened this morning and I've been thinking about..you know.." you started playing with your fingers, and you could see her eyebrows scrunch up as she tried to make sense of your words. "I'm lost, what happened?"

You flushed. The memory made your palms a little sweaty.

"He was...I..saw..." you covered your face bashfully.

"I saw him naked!" you huffed out in one breath. April's eyes popped open.

"Oh!"

"I-I can't stop thinking about it so I just ran like a coward. He probably thinks I hate him now I'm so stupid!" April shifted closer rubbing her hand down your shoulders to calm you down. "Listen this is Raph we're talking about. He knows how much you care about him. I've seen you guys together for goodness sake. You're so cute together. Don't go overreacting." you released a sigh, sending her an appreciative smile.

"So...was it big?" you blushed.

"A-April!!" She burst out laughing.

"What, a girl can be curious can't she?" you just shook your head with a huff. She was so childish sometimes.

"Okay. So you saw him naked and it got you a little hot and bothered. My guess is this is the first time something like this has happened to you?" you nod, shifting your legs. The more you thought about it the warmer you seemed to get. "I feel so dirty because I...I wanted to touch him. I-Is that weird!" you honestly thought something was wrong. Because these raw desires, they weren't common for you. It freaked you out. "I want him to touch me..b-but I'm scared." you admitted softly.

"It's perfectly normal to want to be closer with the person you care about. I'm shocked it took you so long. I was starting to wonder."

"You seem to be really enjoying this, you're supposed to be helping me."

"And that I am. Stop over assessing the situation. Go back to the lair and talk to Raph. Tell him what you want. The only way to get through this is to talk it over with him. Raph may be a muscle head, but he cares about you. " She was right. Of course she was. But what she was saying was easier said than done. You weren't sure you could work up the nerve.

"I-I'll try." you mutter. April just offered a small smile. "I believe in you. I know this will blow past in no time. It's so cute though. I feel like I'm in high school again. All these hormones flying around."

"I think you've overstayed your welcome." She just smiled at you.

"Don't forget protection."

"Yep, time for you to leave."

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"Raph, are you okay?" Leo kept telling himself not to press. Raph was already a ticking bomb on a regular day. But he was more than a little agitated. And it worried him. As much as Raph stressed him out, he didn't like seeing him so bothered. Raph gritted his teeth, about to tell Leo off. He stopped himself when he was the general concern in his brother's blue eyes.

"I'm fine," he said tightly. Between his sexual frustration, and trying not to snap at Leo, he felt like he would explode. He had taken his annoyance out and New York's latest criminals, but it didn't seem like enough. You hadn't shown up for the entire day. And he was contemplating just heading to your apartment. But what if you didn't want to see him. The entire thing was just giving him a migraine.

"I'm going to sleep." He wouldn't get much, but he could try. Tomorrow if you insisted to avoid him, he'd just have to take matters into his own hands. So he trudged down to his room, slamming the door closed angrily. His eyes were low, and he just wanted to hit something. Anything that would get rid of the stupid fantasies.

"Raph.." He flinched, turning quickly.

"Geez, how long have you been there!" you deserved that. You were standing next to his bed, hands burrowed behind your back as you shifted on your legs. "I-I didn't mean to scare you."

"Heh, I wasn't scared. Just didn't expect you to come back after this morning. "

"Sorry." you mumble. You wouldn't look him in the eye. And he wasn't sure what he hated more, you avoiding him, or your inability now to look at him.

"I get it if you were freaked out, hell I was a little caught off guard. But you don't have to act so scared. I'm not going to do anything." you finally looked up.

"But..do you want to?" Raph wasn't sure what to make of that look on your face now. Did he misread the situation? You stepped over slowly. The closer you got, the more he could feel his heart race. "Raph I've never wanted anything like this from anyone before. B-But if you want to then we c-can.."

"Really." It didn't sound like a question. And when he took a step forward you suddenly weren't as sure. You backed up, falling unto the bed unceremoniously with a squeak. Raph clicked the strap across his chest, dropping the weapons at his feet. You took in a staggered breath, getting up on your elbows as you stared at him.

He lowered, and in seconds his lips were on your neck. You sank into the bed, and Raph pressed his palms into the mattress, leaving wet kisses on your skin. Your heart was going a mile a minute, and when his hand started to push up your shirt, you could barely contain your sounds. His lips moved from your neck, over to your now exposed torso. He gave a soft kiss on your stomach, and you trembled, closing your eyes.

"R-Raph.." you whimpered. He looked up, and he wasn't surprised when he saw tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

"Is this what you want?" He stopped altogether, giving you his undivided attention.

"I-I don't know I just...I want this but I...I've never.." you felt sort of pathetic, and Raph straightened, scooping you into his arms.

"You don't have to force yourself, if you're scared next time just tell me. I'd never force you to do anything like this (Y/N). "

"I-I know that!"

Why was it so hard to voice what you were feeling.

"Whenever you're ready, we can. Until then, don't worry too much about it." How was Raph the level headed one in this situation.

"I think this whole thing is my fault. I shoulda known better than to change like that when you're here. I might have just given you a little kick start. And now you don't know what to do with all that energy. "

"How do you..."

"It's the same for me. I've been punching things all day. You've been driving me crazy."

So you weren't alone. This whole time he was just the same. You smiled, burying your face in his chest. He rubbed your back.

"We don't have to rush. I've got plenty of time to show you a good time (Y/N)." you could just feel him smirking.

Cocky punk.

Now that it was all out there, you felt lighter. Even so, there was still something you wanted. You pulled back a little.

"Raph can I just...touch you a little." Saying it aloud sounded a lot dirtier, but it's what you wanted.

"S-Sure." Hah! He was nervous.

You raised a hand, looking his in the eyes as you ran your fingers over his chest. He was fighting to keep a straight face. How the hell was he supposed to get sleep after this. Here he thought he dodged a bullet.

When you took his hand, he was confused, that was until you placed it on your chest, right over your heart. He could feel the quick beats under his fingertips. "You can touch me too.." you breathed. Raph took in a much needed breath.

"You're just full of surprises today aren't ya." you grinned, getting on your knees. Now you were at his height. His hand drifted down, and when he cupped your breast, you moved forward, covering your moan with a kiss. Raph groaned, closing his eyes and reciprocating it. When did you get so daring? You were flush to him, kissing him desperately.

Your eagerness threw him off. If he didn't stop soon. Things would get out of hand. Somehow his hand gravitated down your back, you arched into him when his palm settled on your butt, giving it a little squeeze.

"All mine."

Yep, he was certainly the luckiest turtle in the world.

#raphxreader #leonardo #tmnt donatello #michelangelo #cuteness #love #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #newyork #NYPD #april o'neil #splinter #teens

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datguynuma · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on Game Freak's new policy.

Oookay... so... it's official. We're not gonna have every pokemon be transferable in Pokemon Sword and Shield. And yeah, I can see everyone being extremely upset about this. Hell, I was disappointed too. But after looking at some videos pointing to this heart breaking decision, I'm starting to see why Mr. Masuda had to do that and change Gamefreaks policy.

Yes, we may not have the ability to transfer all of the national dex, but you have to keep in mind that we are close to having over a thousand pokémon overall. Gamefreak probably is having a hard time keeping up with such a huge roster. And I know what you're all about to say, "Why can't they just reuse the models from the 3DS? It shouldn't be THAT hard." Well, yeah you could be right. But 807 pokemon so far is still a pretty huge number. It would take them quite some time to get each and every model updated for Sword and Shield. Not to mention that they always rush them out for the holidays. We've constantly been getting pokémon games through out the decade, about two games for each 1-2 years passing. Why? Because the Pokémon fandom is pretty impatient when it comes to a new generation of pokémon.

No joke, I feel like Masuda and the rest of GF are just constantly making these games, each generation now being three years apart from one another, because they're trying their hardest to satisfy everyone. But here's the thing that almost always happen: the fandom would find one small flaw in the game and immediately complain about it, begging Masuda for a new generation almost immediately. And the sad part? Masuda's got no choice but to keep making new generations for each three years, hoping to make everyone satisfied. But now, because we've made the pokedex so big, not to mention each region's debut pokémon constantly getting smaller by said number based on some fans complaints, they now have to shrink down on what previous pokémon should be in the Galar regional dex, and what should stay behind in Pokémon Home, the new method of transfering Pokémon.

And because of their new policy on transfering Pokémon, everyone, even myself, got disappointed with this news. So much so, that nearly the ENTIRE FANDOM ITSELF rioted all over the internet believing that Masuda is a fraud and Gamefreak is ending the Pokémon world. They even started a hashtag campain that demands GF to "Bring back the National Dex". I'm sure you've seen it every where all over Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, here on Tumblr, basically nearly every social media site. I sure do. In fact, I've noticed that Nintendo took down one of their oosts from E3 this year because every pokémon fan kept spamming the hashtag "Bring back the National Dex". Well, at least it's proof that Masuda, himself, already knew what he had done. He practially broke everyone's heart that day. I can't blame them, I'll miss most of, if not ALL, my pokémon that are still in ORAS, Sun and Moon and USUM. We still don't even know what Pokemon Home will have in store for when we transfer every pokémon that we've captured, raised, breeded and so forth into it yet, let alone if it'll cost us and/or have a limited time to hold them all before they deside to delete them all. (Dear lord, I hope they don't do that, because most of the fandom's gonna cancel their pre-orders immediately if they already haven't yet.)

But after watching some videos by RuffledRowlet, BirdKeeperToby, HoopsandHiphop and so on, I think I can come to the conclusion that this is definitely NOT the end of the franchise just because we're only gonna have about a half or one third of the national dex worth of pokémon from the last seven generations prior. In fact, Sword and Shield shouldn't really be about which of our favorite pokémon will make it into the region. Each generation of pokémon, including Galar itself, was always about finding what brand new pokémon reside through out the region, what new challenges await us, the many new faces we meet and all that.

Remember the third gen games, Ruby and Sapphire? Remember when you could never get to transfer the pokémon from Gold, Silver and Crystal versions to those? A lot of people were upset about that too! And now it looks as if history's repeating itself. But despite this, Masuda decided to have the company make more games, like Fire Red and Leaf Green, the Colosseum games and Emerald, one of my all time favorite pokémon games, and then add those missing pokémon in there. So what I can assume will happen through generation eight, and probably the rest of Pokémon's future, is that Masuda will resort to make more games like he normally does, and try to fix the national dex again through that. So, rather then having to either patch the games (which he already denied) or delay them along with the anime, trading cards, other merch and such, GameFreak will resort to having the entire world of pokémon be split through out the generation. For example, if we don't get Sinnoh's starters, legendaries, etc, then there's a chance they'll have them ready for potential remakes of the Sinnoh games. Still not enough pokémon? There's always a possible third version to look forward too. Hell, maybe have a Pokemon Stadium/Colosseum inspired spin off to have every one of your pokémon, competitive or not, to store and use for all sorts of battles there. They can do that if Masuda chooses to.

I was about to give up on pre-ordering the games too, but after some thinking, I've decided to still get them. I may not be able to have most of my hard work and long time companions with me, but we all still got new pokémon to discover and plenty of fan favorite pokémon roaming the wild areas, including some that I myself may still use for some gym battles. We may not get some other starters, but Charizard was shown in one of the trailers, so that's proof that we may get all three of the iconic Kanto starters. We may not get some other pokémon like Absol, Zangoose, or what ever competitive pokémon you prefer, but we still have all time favorites like Gardevoir, Lucario, Tyranitar, and so forth. And yes, even Mimikyu will still join us. And sure, we may not have the privilage to transfer all of our legendaries and mythicals, but then again, I wouldn't mind Gamefreak having to make room for a new batch of legendaries rather then to just find them all in one big region yet again. Also, uh, anyone miss the old days when we get a special item and go on a quest to find a certain mythical? Aren't you sick of getting them for free, or in Mew's case, have to pay $50 bucks for a pokéball shaped controller? Yeah, I'd like them to bring back mythical quests too...

Anyway, this whole fiasco really isn't that big of a deal. Masuda knows well that we'll all be upset about this. So what will he do if he won't update Sword and Shield after their release date? Just keep making more games and have all models be updated and ready for the next Pokémon core RPG title. I'm hoping the third version will have every pokémon be fullt transferable. As for Pokémon Home, we still don't know what it'll be like other then the fact that it won't be out until early 2020. If I had to guess, it'll probably be similar to Poké Pelago from generation seven, but probably will have some other features too. Maybe. I don't know...

Tl;dr Masuda isn't taking away all of your pokémon, he's gonna have some more games soon. So just calm down, and be patient on what else he and Gamefreak have in store through the 2020's. Also, please stop threatening him, that's not gonna help anyone at all.

#nintendo #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #my thoughts #seriously it's not the end of the world people #chill #national dex #fiasco #controversy #gamefreak #junichi masuda

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hunnywrites · 5 years ago

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Chapter One: What Goes Bump in the Night

Summary: The town of Hawkins has been turned upside down with the news that Will Byers has suddenly gone missing. Teddi Larsson and Billy Hargrove are gonna get to the bottom of things. Season one AU.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I just really wanted to write a fic where Billy and Teddi have lived in Hawkins their whole lives and take on Demogorgons because they take their babysitting duties too seriously. Teddi is gonna be the token horror movie character that’s always saying “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and Billy is gonna hate every minute of it. Greg Larsson and Neil Hargrove are gonna be mentioned but those assholes are gonna be taking a backseat this time around because let’s face it: we all hate them. So I hope y’all enjoy!

Sunday nights in Hawkins were usually quiet, but this one in particular was a little too quiet for Teddi’s tastes. It was almost hard for her to believe that only a half hour ago there had been three fifth graders arguing with Keith at the prize counter. “We’re tired of the shitty finger traps, Keith!” one of them had nearly spat up at him.

“Not my fault that your little baby fingers are too small for the trap to do the trapping. No prize refunds.” that of course ended with a cherry slurpee getting thrown at Keith’s ‘75 Hyundai Pony and Teddi secretly trading out the finger traps for three lightup yo-yos.

Now they had closed up shop for the night, and Keith had headed home to give his car a hose off. Usually Teddi didn’t mind closing out the Palace Arcade. Ever since Keith had promoted her to assistant manager about a month ago, Teddi would stay behind about an hour after all of the kids had gone home and clean up for the next day. It was an excuse to stay away from home a little bit longer, and an extra five bucks in her pocket.

But for some reason tonight she was filled with dread, and it seemed like she couldn’t sweep the floors fast enough. Maybe it was because she watched too many horror movies. This cold November night felt like it was straight out one of those slasher movies she loved so much. “Yeah, like Leatherface is roaming around Hawkins looking for teens to kill,” she muttered to herself. The idea was silly. Imagining some killer hiding behind one of the games waiting until her back was turned so he could strike when she least expected it.

Still, Teddi couldn’t help but throw a quick glance over her shoulder and out the front windows and into the empty parking lot. Just to make sure. Her van sat alone under one of the street lamps waiting for her, but other than that there wasn’t a single person or car in sight. It was almost like everyone had just vanished and she was the only person left in town. Teddi shook her shoulders to try and get rid of the goosebumps that were forming on her arms and tried to hum along to the music she had playing over the radio.

The feeling had nearly gone away. She was crouched down, singing along to the Romantics and sweeping the pile of dirt, dust and other miscellaneous things that seemed to fall off all the kids that came in for the day when the radio cut out. The voices sounded garbled at first, like the signal had been lost suddenly, before the music turned into total static. The lights overhead whired and flashed, and the screens of the game consoles popped and crackled before they all went black. Suddenly the only thing she could hear was how heavily she was breathing.

“What the fuck?” Teddi jolted upright, gripping onto the broom and ready to use it as a makeshift weapon. But before masked killer could come running out with a knife, or before Teddi could even fully comprehend what was even happening, the radio’s signal cleared, the lights came back on and the arcade came right back to life. Teddi blinked. Maybe the rest of the cleaning could wait until tomorrow. Keith wouldn’t care. He might just tease her a little for being such a scaredy cat. Which was rich coming from him, but she could handle it. Teddi didn’t bother to pretend to be calm. She rushed around the prize counter, stashing the broom and dustpan aside and grabbed for her keys so she could open unlock the break room door. There was a knock at the front door. Teddi screamed.

She whirled around, her hand on her chest to try and steady her heart, and glared at the front door. Billy Hargrove was on the other side, grinning wildly. Teddi and Billy had been best friends since they met in swim class at the Hawkins public pool when they were six. They were the best swimmers in the class and Billy thought Teddi was cool because she was the only kid in class aside from himself that wasn’t afraid to jump off the high diving board. After that they were pretty much attached at the hip.

Billy had been Teddi’s first...everything. Her first kiss. The first guy she had sex with. Her first love. They had hit puberty and the pair basically used each other a trial run for everything and anything. “What, I’m gonna humiliate myself in front of Cheryl Burns because I’m shit at kissing? I don’t care if I humiliate myself in front of you.” Billy had said before they’d shared their first kiss. Romantic, right? Now Teddi was trapped in this friends with benefits sort of situation with a guy she was way, way too afraid to confess her real feelings to.

Teddi rolled her eyes at Billy. She stomped over, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “A little jumpy are we?” he asked with a laugh before strolling inside. Teddi locked the door behind him and glared at her friend. Billy shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket and leaned up against Dragon’s Lair. He watched her with an amused expression. “What are you so freaked out about, Larsson?”

Teddi ignored the question and walked past him, heading once again for the break room. Billy followed after her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She unlocked the door and Billy held it open for her while she grabbed her bag out of her locker.

“I came to give you a ride home.” he shrugged.

Teddi shot him a look. “Uh huh. That’s sweet, but I drove myself,” she said, pointing outside to her van. Billy’s Camaro was parked next to it. She couldn’t believe that she had been so freaked out by the power going out that she hadn’t heard the engine when he pulled in. She eyed the Camaro and noticed that it was empty. “Where’s Max?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Off with her dork friends playing their dork games,” he said with a short laugh. “She rode her bike over to the Wheeler’s.” usually Max and her friends spent Sundays over at Mike Wheeler’s playing Dungeons and Dragons. Teddi babysat for the Wheelers pretty often and usually found herself playing through a campaign with them. It was why they all preferred her to babysit over Billy. And she never let him forget that.

“Did you notice anything weird on your way here?” she tried to sound as casual as possible. But of course Billy could see right through it. He fell into step beside her, the pair making their way through the arcade as Teddi shut everything off for the night. Teddi felt the goosebumps returning once they were out in the parking lot. She told herself it was just the cold air.

Billy smirked over at her, swinging his keys around his finger. “You gettin’ paranoid on me again, Teddi Bear?” he asked. He blamed her wild imagination for all of the times she’d get like this. She read so many of those fantasy books, watched too many movies with monsters, and read too many comics. Her brain was always coming up with the wildest and worst scenarios.

Teddi let out a soft huff. “I just have a bad feeling.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Heebie jeebies or the willies?” Teddi opened her mouth to scold him for teasing her, but he held his hands up to stop her. “Alright, alright. I’m done. Look, how ‘bout I give you a ride home and we can come pick up your van tomorrow after school?” Teddi barely even thought it over. She hurried over to the passengers side of the Camaro and slid inside as soon as Billy unlocked it. Billy almost made a joke about how quickly she buckled her seatbelt and locked her own door, but decided against it.

They took off down the street in a comfortable silence. Well, it was for Billy. Teddi couldn’t seem to sit still. Her leg was bouncing wildly and her fingers were drumming against her bare legs. Billy reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “Hey, he said lowly. “You okay?” Teddi didn’t answer right away. Billy rolled down her window a little in hopes that the fresh air might help.

“I don’t know.,” she finally said with a loud, tired sigh. “I freaked myself out is all. I kept thinking about serial killers and then the power went out…” she laughed a little and shook her head. “It sounds really stupid when I say it out loud. I’ll be fine.” she waved his concern away. Billy didn’t move his hand. As the Camaro blurred past the woods, the kids called it Mirkwood, Teddi heard a horrible screech coming from deep inside the forest. It didn’t sound human. It didn’t sound like anything Teddi had ever heard before. Horror movies included. The goosebumps were back.

Teddi looked over at Billy to confirm she hadn’t been imagining things. Billy shifted uncomfortably. “...It’s probably just an animal. Maybe a coyote got a deer or something.” but he quickly rolled the window up and flicked on the radio. They didn’t hear the sound again. Billy soon pulled into Teddi’s driveway and she let out a sigh of relief. The lights inside were off. Her parents cars were both in the driveway. Thank god for small favors, Teddi thought.

She realized they’d been sitting there for awhile and she hadn’t moved yet. She unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled weakly over at Billy. She felt embarrassed about being so freaked out. “...Thanks for the ride.” she said finally.

Billy smirked over at her, and she knew he was holding in some dirty comment. “No problem...you know, if you want I can always come in with you. Make sure there aren’t any monsters in your room…” The way he was looking at her, casually stretched out in the driver’s seat with that dangerous glint in his eyes almost made Teddi want to take him up on his offer. She could probably use the company, and fooling around with Billy for a few hours wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Instead she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “It’s a school night, perv.” she teased.

Billy groaned and sunk in his seat. “Fiiine. I’ll see you tomorrow, Good Girl.” he sighed. Teddi was grateful it was dark and that he couldn’t see how flushed her cheeks probably were. She mumbled a goodnight and quickly went inside. Once the door was shut behind her she heard the rumble of the Camaro’s engine as Billy pulled out of the driveway.

Teddi crept downstairs to her room. Her parents had turned the basement into a bedroom for her when they’d moved in over ten years ago. The house had four bedrooms total, but her mother had claimed two of them to be turned into a giant closet/dressing room and her father had claimed the third for an upstairs study. She had been more than fine with it. It was an excuse to stay away from them and she had her own bathroom. Plus, eventually she would learn that it made sneaking out a little too easy.

She made quick work of taking off her makeup and changing into her pajamas. It was a little childish, but when she flicked her bathroom light off she rushed across the room and dove into bed like she had when she was little. Like if she didn’t hurry and get into bed some monster would crawl out from under the bed and grab her ankles. Teddi pulled the blankets up to her neck and immediately regretted turning Billy down. She thought of that horrible screech she heard in the woods. Her mind started trying to imagine what sort of creature that the sound belonged to.

Teddi groaned. If she kept this up she would never get any sleep. “It’s just a coyote,” Teddi told herself, repeating Billy’s words. “You’re freaking out over nothing.” and of course she was. This was Hawkins, Indiana she was talking about. There wasn’t anything going bump in the night. No monsters. She thought of her father who was sound asleep upstairs and Neil Hargrove. Well, maybe that wasn’t true.

Eventually she fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of her father and Neil trapped out in the woods with whatever creature had made that horrible noise.

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“Wittle Stevie boy is in woooooove,” Carol taunted as she and Tommy H practically cackled. They’d been at this for the entirety of lunch. Steve had already ditched them once that morning to go meet Nancy in the girl’s bathroom and the two hyenas wouldn’t let it go. Steve, Teddi and Billy were all annoyed. They’d gotten a good laugh at first. They always did whenever they’d rag on each other. But Tommy and Carol definitely didn’t know when to quit. “Steve and Nancy, sittin’ in a tree!”

Billy rolled his eyes, blowing out a cloud of smoke before handing his cigarette over to Teddi. They were both leaned up against the side of the Camaro as they tried their best to ignore the peanut gallery.

“Come on, Steve. We’re all friends here. You can tell us. What the hell do you see in that prude? ‘Cause you can’t tell me she’s putting out.” Tommy said, throwing his arm around Carol’s shoulders.

Billy can’t help but chuckle at that, smirking over at Steve. “Oh, I can probably think of a reason he’s so interested.” Teddi let out a scoff, handing the smoke back over to Billy. Steve’s lips twitched into a grin and he rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend.

Teddi hated the way they talked about Nancy. She didn’t really know which was worse; when they talked shit about her behind her back, or when they teased and tormented her to her face. She guessed it was a good thing that Nancy never let it get to her no matter what they came up with. Ignoring Tommy and Carol was definitely the best way to deal with them. Teddi and Nancy weren’t really friends per say. She knew her through school and from babysitting Mike. But she was always nice to Teddi. And she liked to think if the roles were reversed Nancy would stick up for her.

“Leave him alone guys,” Teddi said, pretending to sound stern. “Maybe Steve just wants to date someone nice for once.” she offered.

“Thank you, Teddi. She’s very nice.” Steve smiled, his mind clearly drifting to thoughts of Nancy. Teddi thought it was sweet. She briefly wondered if Billy ever looked that way when he spoke about her. Not likely, she thought with a sigh.

Carol let out a loud snort and she and Tommy fell back into a fit of laughter. “Nice?” she asked. “Steve doesn’t like nice. He likes easy. And Nancy wheeler is the complete opposite of easy.” it was to the point where Steve wasn’t able to find the humor in the situation anymore. It wasn’t often that Teddi saw Steve truly annoyed, but she did notice that Tommy and Carol were usually the reason for it happening.

“Maybe he’s looking for a challenge this time,” Tommy offered. “Maybe he’s getting bored, eh, Steve?” he snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Tommy. I’ll see you guys later.” Teddi offered an apologetic smile while Billy lifted his hand in a short wave.

“Gotta go find Nancy?” Tommy asked. Carol started making kissing noises. “See ya later, Lover Boy! Give her a kiss for me!” he called after Steve. Steve threw a middle finger over his shoulder, the pair only laughing louder.

Teddi felt like she had a headache coming on. She almost wished she could find some sort of excuse to get Billy away from them and enjoy what was left of their lunch in peace. Tommy and Carol were joking around with each other now, so thankfully it was easier for her to tune them out. She let out a slow breath of smoke as she surveyed the parking lot around them. She could see the middle school from where she was. She and Billy usually waited there for Max after school whenever she needed a ride home.

There were two cop cars parked out in the front of the school. A patrol car and Chief Hopper’s Blazer. That paranoid feeling from the night before was back. She nudged Billy’s side with her elbow and nodded over to the other school. “Cops.” was all she said.

Billy didn’t say anything. But she could see the flash of worry in his eyes. Tommy quickly broke the silence. “Whoa! What do ya think happened?” he and Carol moved closer to the fence that separated the two parking lots.

It couldn’t have been anything too bad. There hadn’t been any news travelling the halls at school. Nothing on the morning announcements. Maybe some kids just got into a fight or something and the cops were there to scare them straight.

“You know, Johnathan Byers wasn’t here today,” Tommy said with a nearly evil looking grin. “Maybe he finally snapped and offed his whole family. Hop’s here to break the news to the principle.” Teddi felt a chill up her spine at the way Tommy and Carol laughed at the suggestion.

Teddi knew that there wasn’t a chance of that happening. Johnathan was a good guy. Just quiet. Still, this whole thing was starting to make the goosebumps come back.

“Tommy, will you shut the fuck up?” Billy asked in a tired tone. “Do you gotta be so fuckin’ morbid all of the time?” he glared over at his friend. Tommy only grinned and shrugged. Teddi stepped on what was left of the cigarette and excused herself. She didn’t give Billy time to say anything or follow after her. It was like that for the rest of the day. Teddi hid within herself and wondered why the cops were over at the middle school. And why Johnathan was absent.

When it was time for Billy to give her a ride back to the arcade, he decided to try and ease her worries. “Hey, Max. We saw Hopper was over at your school. What happened? Henderson finally take my suggestion and kick those little assholes in the balls?”

Max had been uncharacteristically quiet since getting into the Camaro. It definitely didn’t make Billy feel any better. She shifted around in the backseat, her eyes trained down at her shoes. Teddi frowned and turned to face her. “Max? Is everything okay?”

“...Will didn’t come home last night. His mom said he never made it back from Mike’s. They can’t find him anywhere.” an almost sickening silence filled the car. Teddi felt her stomach drop. She thought she might get sick. She turned back in her seat, staring hard down at the dashboard.

Billy’s eyes flickered between the two girls. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He almost wanted to blame Tommy for making that stupid joke at lunch. Like somehow it was his fault that Teddi and Max were so upset. “...It’s only been a few hours,” he finally said. “Maybe...maybe he tried to take a short cut and he got lost. They’ll find him. No problem.” he didn’t really believe that. That sort of thing never happened except for maybe in those stupid lifetime movies that Susan liked to watch. He felt a wave of nausea roll over him as he imagined what might have happened to the Byers kid.

The girls were silent for the rest of the ride to the arcade. Billy noticed that Max was trying to hide the fact that she was crying. He didn’t say anything. Teddi face had nearly turned white. She was just staring straight out at the road. She barely blinked. He knew that on some level she had probably found a way to blame herself. That bad feeling she had last night had been a sign and she had ignored it. Like somehow she was supposed to just know that Will Byers had been in trouble. Just like the night before, Billy reached over and placed his hand on her knee. She didn’t move.

When they made it to the Palace Arcade’s parking lot, Teddi wordlessly got out of the Camaro. “I’ll be back, Max,” Billy muttered, following Teddi over to the driver’s side of her van. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” he took her by the elbow and turned her to face him. “You’re freaking me out, Larsson.”

Teddi looked up at Billy’s nervous expression. She smiled a little. “Are you saying you’re worried about me, Billy?”

Billy let out a relieved breath through his nose and grinned down at her. “...If I say yes does that mean you’ll let me come over tonight?” he wasn’t very good at this. Talking. Comforting. More often than not he just ended up hitting on her and hoping for the best.

Teddi was quiet for a moment, and Billy was almost worried that he had upset her. “...Come over at ten. My parents will be asleep by then. Just park down the street so they don’t see your car, okay?” Billy nodded.

He watched Teddi drive off before getting back in the Camaro. Max crawled into the front seat and roughly rubbed at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Billy didn’t look directly at her. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel. “...You wanna get ice cream or something?”

Max nodded, smiling a little. “Ice cream sounds good.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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maiji · 6 years ago

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“If you could pick 5 members to be on your team in the dark tournament, who would it be?”

So while I was going back through my archives trying to see if I had any incorrectly flagged content (I scrolled all the way to 2015, found three, and gave up/went to bed lol), I kept getting distracted and rereading old posts out of amusement. One of them was this 21 Questions Yu Yu Hakusho meme - and one question in particular made the gears of my brain clank so I thought hey, why not? Let’s answer it.

I'm going to tackle this question from two angles.

A) If I could pick ANY characters in Yu Yu Hakusho to form a team.

B) If I could only pick characters who appear during the actual Dark Tournament.

As soon as you see my first list, you'll understand why I was like, “oh.” and opted to do it again from B lmao.

(Oh yeah my tags spoil everything but oh well. Hope the rationale makes up for it hahaha)

VERSION A: Fun times

Raizen.

I'm sorry, the tournament is over now, thank you for coming. Seriously though, he's Yusuke with a million times more firepower and brains/experience. Also, one of the appeals of Yusuke is that he makes fighting fun, which is why everyone wants to go up against him. Raizen's friends express the exact same sentiment repeatedly. Raizen in his prime in battle would be a sight to see. He'd be all DID SOMEBODY SAY FIGHTING?? YEAH I'LL FIGHT ALL THE FIGHTS WAHOO and nobody would be able to get him off the arena platform. If there is an arena platform left. Or an arena. Or anything.

Enki.

Jolly uncle/all-round good dude, I love him. He also loves fighting, so he is also lots of fun. He seems much more cool-headed and practical than Raizen, and definitely takes the lead in coordinating the rest of Raizen's pals. Thus, he's a great wingman for Raizen. If you somehow actually manage to defeat Raizen- haha, what am I talking about? OK, if Raizen slept in or something, then you can fight Enki. And in that case the tournament is still over.

Kokou.

LOVES FIGHTING AND WILL KICK YOUR ASS. Even Enki was relieved he didn't have to face her. I firmly believe after Raizen she's the strongest - or at least one of the strongest - out of all of Raizen's already insanely powerful friends. Honestly, between Raizen and Kokou they'd probably just take everybody down, including each other, and have a blast.

My perfect noodle husband Hokushin.

Obviously no one is surprised at this pick on my blog. Also loves fighting, plus super duper reliable, he's perfect support for anything. Along with Enki, he'd help temper Raizen and Kokou's wild party. And somebody needs to clean up after all the mess and make sure everybody gets first aid and whatever. Well, first aid for the other team they just massacred, I guess.

One more Raizen friend: Natsume.

We could put another one of Raizen's friends here, but I pick Natsume because we know a lot more about her and she's so badass and we should have more women. Also, because she's very clearly another great mashup of LOVES FIGHTING and NOT STUPID, as a fifth member, she can easily step in to fill any of the others' shoes, whether it's happily beat the crap out of everything in sight or be calm and strategize. If anybody ever actually needed to be filled in for some reason.

I call this amazingness Team Old People. IMO this team is flawless because they would just be so damn entertaining on so many levels. You have five extremely powerful and smart warriors with centuries of experience who have nothing to prove aside from sheer enjoyment of battle. Every one of them has expressed a passion for fighting because it's simply a joy for them, which means they wouldn't be playing it safe/boring. Seeing a master in action at practically anything is awesome, and not only that but they’d be willing to experiment and take risks and do things that are out there. A tournament is also a form of entertainment for the audience (both the real life audience and the one in the show), and that combined with their expert level combat skills means that I think they'd be so fantastic to watch. And all of them have distinct personalities that balance "I am an ancient demon with wisdom and stuff" VS "I love punching people (or getting punched) in the face!!" in different enough ways that they still offer really interesting character dynamics and interaction opportunities. And they would also be incredibly supportive of each other while still allowing for plenty of snark.

That said, FUN FUN FUN aside, the very obvious problem with this team is that they seriously break the question. And everything else. Even if they don’t intend to flat out obliterate everything, that’s what would probably happen, and that unfortunately can easily head towards its own kind of boring. Everyone would be like "why are we having a tournament, we're going home". So, we must leave Team Old People behind and move on to version B.

VERSION B: Serious business

Dark Tournament characters only. I will exclude members of the Toguro Team from my selection for obvious reasons. NO MORE FUN TIME. This is me pretending that I'm some rich underworld dude or whatever putting together a team I'm betting on to get through the tournament. You're going to see a clear pattern emerging from my picks.

Genkai.

The veteran. Intelligent, experienced, very powerful and pragmatic. I'd shell out big bucks to get her to come back to be my team's captain. No question for me, she's a must, even if all she does is sit on the sidelines and coach the rest of the team. With a group of serious, motivated and talented fighters, she'd be the best mentor and my team would be well-positioned to MAKE ME LOTS OF MONEY SO IN YOUR SMOKY SCARRED FACE SAKYO

Hiei.

Those who know me may find it shocking that I'm including Hiei but not Yusuke, Kuwabara, or Kurama. Hiei doesn't appear on my tumblr very often, and of the four main characters he's probably the one I'm least emotionally invested in. But if you're assembling a team for the Dark Tournament, you're IN IT TO WIN IT!! And Hiei is the best bet. I shall explain.

Hiei is efficient and effective, and his success ratio is the highest out of all Urameshi Team members - the most number of individual fights without a single loss or draw. Granted, he sits out for a chunk of the tournament, but he rarely appears worn out at the end of a fight. The only time he overexerts himself is against Zeru; after his recovery, he never seems to break a sweat. Even against Bui, he had no real issues. From a betting perspective, his odds are very, very good. Kuwabara and Kurama both experience multiple losses - Kuwabara often because he's young and overconfident or becomes so personally involved that he cares more for a positive outcome for other people than for winning; Kurama often because (as Hiei notes) he tends to overcalculate the situation and draw things out so long figuring everything out that it turns into a disadvantage. Yusuke's very strong and has huge potential, but he's also focused far too much on the experience. This makes his battles fun to watch but would give a strategist heart attacks. Many of his fights involve near-misses or less-than-ideal situations stemming from amateur errors. And finally, he gets dinged with a draw in his match with Jin, in part because his dawdling on the field made the deception feasible. Yusuke's great for drama and storytelling, not great for the comfort of my pocketbook. Having him on a team is risky when I know the other underworld bosses I'm competing against are not above using underhanded tactics.

As a result, based on a purely practical evaluation, Hiei is the most reliable choice. He's very focused on, and very good at, the one thing I want - DEFEAT THE OPPONENT UNEQUIVOCALLY. He comes in and tears people apart and there's no chance of an ambiguous referee call. He just needs his team members to be people he can respect to keep him in line. With Genkai as captain, that shouldn't be an issue. Nor with the rest of my picks.

Ryo (Kai in the anime) / M-3.

This is the Dr. Ichigaki member with the invisible claw powers. After their fight, he offers to be a replacement for the seriously injured Kuwabara (Yusuke appreciates it but has to turn him down because it's against the rules unless Kuwabara actually dies). He seems to be the strongest of the three students who were brainwashed by Ichigaki, and without Genkai's intervention and his own struggling against Ichigaki's mechanism, he would very likely have wiped out Kuwabara and Yusuke. He's extremely serious and dedicated, and with someone like Genkai steering the helm I think he'd go far. I'd be comfortable putting money on him. I also like him a lot and wish he had more involvement in the story - I've always felt that if Togashi didn’t need to get Koenma in for story purposes Yusuke hadn't been so freaked out and completely lost mentally when Genkai died, he probably would've asked Ryo to be the replacement fifth member. SOMEONE WRITE THIS

Touya.

Stronger than Gama, less arrogant than Risho, more reliable than Jin (who has many of the same problems as Yusuke), and Bakken sucks and will never be considered by anybody. Touya's powers are also very flexible. Somebody just needs to tell him to NOT TALK TO HIS OPPONENT. Don't talk to them, don't listen to them, don't let them distract you, don't let them get into your head, JUST GET IN THERE AND EYE ON THE PRIZE AND BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THEM OKAY lol. I also think when Genkai was training everyone for Kurama, Touya was probably the one who gave her the least hard time. I mean, out of Touya, Jin, Chuu, Rinku, Suzuki and Shishiwakamaru who do YOU think would bellyache the least? I thought so.

The fifth member is actually a backup/alternate who doesn't necessarily see action (if you recall, this is why Chuu was mad). For my final pick, I took a while to decide, so I'll tell you about both of the last two people I was considering since I enjoy any excuse to talk about characters I don’t usually see mentioned.

5a is Zeru.

OK, partly I considered him because nobody remembers him lmao - he was Hiei's first victory, obliterated into a shadow by Hiei's training-wheels Kokuryuuha. But if you look at my other picks, I think you'll appreciate why he's on my radar - he fits the profile of what I'm looking for very nicely. I want someone in control of themselves; who is a reliable, consistent, focused fighter unlikely to get distracted by other things; who clearly demonstrates power and is committed and has potential to grow really fast with the right direction/team captain. The only thing is that with Hiei already on the team, this may be duplicating the skillset and the mental profile a bit too much. And I think it's clear Hiei already has the upperhand in baseline power. So,

5b is Suzuki.

His strength isn't fighting. It's his ingenuity in adapting, augmenting, and outfitting his team members with really good, really creative tools. He's honestly more a tinkerer and an inventor, imaginatively tweaking things to be even more useful, and whenever he realizes and accepts this about himself instead of trying to be just another fighter in the limelight, he'll be rich lmao. Anyways, this skill makes him a hugely valuable asset. I don't need him to be in the ring, I'm fine having him support with cool gadgets to amplify the rest of the team.

I HOPE YOU LIKED MY PICKS lol

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jovialyouthmusic · 6 years ago

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Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed, TRR fanfic. Summer of Love 3

Erotica. Not suitable for under 18s

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This is the last of the side story, it’s just descending into porn, and it’s getting difficult to work out how Brad and Drake can have a normal sex life after these two maneaters finish with them. I may however have a few flashbacks in the main story

Insatiable

A week later, the two friends waited in the summer house. Brad fiddled nervously with his tie.

‘Seriously Brad – shirt and tie? It’s not like you’ll be wearing them for long.’

‘I’m sorry Drake, I always have to be well turned out. You never know when the paparazzi might strike.’ Drake guffawed. He wore a t-shirt with denim shirt over it with his jeans – it was comfortable, it was clean, and he didn’t see any reason to wear anything fancier – except for a spritz of cologne as it was a special occasion. Brad’s cologne probably cost ten times what his did, but Drake didn’t have any trouble with attracting women.

‘If any photographers turn up now, we’re screwed anyway.’ he pointed out. ‘So, let’s go over the plan. What did Leo say? If we get freaked out with the other one being here, no eye contact and concentrate on the girls.’

‘Try and take one girl each to start with and take it from there. And don’t freak out at seeing each other’s – equipment.’

‘You can say ‘cock’ Brad, it may be a dirty word but it’s descriptive. I’m not surprised you stayed a virgin for so long.’ In reality the friends had seen each other naked on a few occasions while changing for sports or for sparring practice with Bastien. The previous night they had visited the palace jacuzzi to ease themselves into the experience.

‘Yes, but we’ve never seen each other – aroused. I never asked, are you a ‘shower’ or a ‘grower’ Drake?’ Drake raised his eyebrows.

‘You’ve been doing some research, Brad.’ he said with surprise. ‘I’ve never had any complaints, I’m told I’m above average. For God’s sake don’t look up size on the porn sites, you’ll never want to show yourself to a girl again.’

‘Do you have a preference as to which girl you go with first?’

‘They’re both hot, I don’t really mind, but we should probably make a decision, or they’ll take control.’

‘Oh they’ll do that anyway. I suppose as Lisa was my first, she’ll be my pick – and Annabelle is pretty hot stuff out of the two of them, so I can leave her to the sexpert.’

‘I’m not so experienced, you know.’ admitted Drake. ‘This is my first time in a – well a more than one on one.’

‘But you were telling me what to do with two!’ protested Brad.

‘All thanks to the internet – and your brother confirmed it.’ The sound of female voices outside made Drake straighten up ‘Look lively, here they are.’ The girls entered, and Drake watched incredulously as Brad made a deep bow. He could be such a dork – a royal dork, that is.

‘Welcome back ladies. I trust you are both well.’

There was method in his madness though, as at the same time he zoned in on Lisa, taking her hand and kissing it. Drake froze for a moment and Annabelle presented her hand to Drake. He swiftly took it, though not swiftly enough to elicit a look of impatience from the older sister. He cleared his throat.

‘I’m errm – glad you could make it, Lady de Montford.’ he intoned. She smiled archly at him.

‘No need to be so formal Drake, after all you may live in the Palace, but you don’t have noble blood.’ Drake gritted his teeth at the mild insult, but it only made him determined to have her screaming his name in a short space of time. He kept hold of her hand and pulled her toward him, taking her into his arms roughly. In his experience, noble ladies liked his rough edges and didn’t mind a little manhandling.

‘Nonetheless, you invited me here, so I can be as informal as you like.’ he growled, and her pupils dilated.

‘Well what are you waiting for, show me what you’ve got.’ she purred. Drake blocked out his friend as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor, keeping eye contact with Anabelle all the time. He got hold of the hem on his t shirt and drew it up over his head to discard it, then pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

Brad was transfixed at Drake’s boldness for a moment then drew Lisa aside, making a show of taking his shirt and tie off so her eyes went from Drake to him. She advanced on him, and he switched his attention to undressing her. He was unsure whether to turn away from what was happening at the other side of the room or face it so that Lisa could see only him. Everything seemed to be moving fast on Drake’s side, and they were noisy. The situation was becoming competitive, but he knew he couldn’t rush things with Lisa. She seemed to sense this, and smiled at him.

‘Belle always was the wild one.’ she whispered. ‘Just ignore them and we can do what we want.’ Brad’s heart did a little jump, and he kissed her tenderly. He drew away to take off his trousers and boxer shorts, and followed her to the bed, where she lay invitingly on her back, holding her hand out for him to follow her. In one smooth movement he knelt on the bed and lay down next to her.

A quick glance told him Drake had Lady Annabelle pinned up against the wall, her skirt hitched up. They hadn’t even got as far as undressing and were oblivious to anything else. The sound of their lovemaking was not just distracting; it was downright stimulating, and Brad had to think of other things to keep himself from rutting like an animal.

He looked down at Lisa to find that she was not unaffected by the noises, and she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him to her for a passionate kiss. It was all happening much faster than before, and he made a supreme effort to stay in control of himself, even if he couldn’t calm Lisa down and stop her from clawing at his back, pulling him roughly to her. Any illusion of gentleness or going slow was gone, and he fumbled at the bedside for a condom. Lisa was in a hurry to get it on. On the other side of the room Annabelle had her legs wrapped around Drake’s waist, his trousers we around his ankles and they were getting noisily close. Brad eased inside Lisa, finding she was more than ready for him, and started a steady stroke. She held onto his hips and guided him to the perfect rhythm. She was soon bucking and groaning, and he had no trouble joining her in his own climax.

He withdrew and carefully disposed of the condom, looking over to the other two. Somehow, he had missed the noise of their climax in the heat of his own. Annabelle was leaning against the wall breathing hard, and Drake was stepping out of his trousers and drawing off the condom. The sound of laboured breathing filled the room. Lisa rolled over to her side and beckoned Drake across. Annabelle stripped off her dress and advanced on Brad…

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The two young men sat on Drake’s bed later that night in his modest room that housed his few belongings tucked away in a remote attic room of the palace.

‘Do you think it’s possible to die from sexual exhaustion?’ asked Brad.

‘Well if it is, what a way to go.’ replied Drake.

‘Don’t get me wrong, this is all incredible, but I’m seriously wondering if I can take another session.’

‘That’s what you said last time, and you were pretty much crushing it this afternoon before they got the blindfold out.’

‘I was trying to keep up with you Drake, you’re an animal! I don’t think I ever need to watch any porn after witnessing your performance’

‘You were supposed to concentrate on your girl, not watch me.’

‘It was pretty much impossible to ignore you, and it wasn’t seeing you that was the problem. Earplugs would have been useful.’

‘It’s all part of the performance.’ The two young men fell silent for a while lost in their own thoughts.

‘You don’t regret it all do you, Brad? I meant it all as a favour, I never thought they would go this far.’

‘it’s all good my friend. If I survive it, one day I’ll look back on it and laugh.’

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Drake lay awake that night, trying to focus on the afternoon instead of the thought that everything was soon going to change. The sisters had slaked their lusts quickly, and for a few moments he wondered how they could possibly expect Brad and himself to recover for another round. However, they had sprung a surprise. Lisa had briefly wrapped a sheet around herself and opened the door to the outside, dragging in a large coolbox. They had prepared a picnic of sorts – oysters and strawberries and chocolate, champagne and truffles. Drake felt a little self-conscious at the idea of eating naked, and Brad looked a little out of his comfort zone too.

Anabelle produced two blindfolds and made to put them over both Brad and Drake’s eyes, but Drake stopped her.

‘If you’re blindfolding Brad, you’re not blindfolding me.’ he said, and she looked puzzled. He inclined his head ‘Security you know – I trust you both, but I just can’t allow it, it’s too dangerous.’ Anabelle pouted.

‘Very well, you can take it in turns.’ They set Brad on the bed propped to half sitting with pillows and blindfolded him. Drake hoped they weren’t going to do anything too graphic as the thought of seeing his longtime friend aroused was a little freaky.

Anabelle sat straddling Brad’s thighs and from where Drake was standing, thankfully that obscured the view of the Prince’s groin. She started to feed strawberries to him, and Brad smiled. Drake watched as the older sister got an ice cube from the ice box and trailed it across Brad’s chest, lingering over his nipples, and he heard the Prince’s breath catch. Lisa was close by Drake, and she whispered in his ear.

‘It’s a pity you don’t want to play just yet. We could make up our own game.’ He shook his head.

‘Nothing doing’ he insisted, though it killed him to turn her down. Her soft voice in his ear had not only sent shivers down his spine, but revitalised his ardour, his cock deciding it wanted to play again.

‘How about you keep watching, and I’ll take care of things?’ she purred ‘You can tell me to stop any time – if you can’ She knelt in front of him and started to caress his hardening member. He growled with frustration – he couldn’t take his eyes off what was going on on the bed and focused on Annabelle as she teased and fed Brad. Lisa was cupping his balls now, and his legs started to tremble. He leant back against the wall of the summerhouse.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind that this could all be a distraction for some sort of ambush – paparazzi or an assassination attempt, but that was crazy – Bastein knew what was going on and hopefully had the Palace grounds in lockdown after letting the sisters in. He should have made sure someone was on guard to specifically watch the summer house, just as he had the last two times the sisters had visited.

His attention was taken back to his groin, feeling Lisa’s soft hands stroking his length, and felt himself ready for action, his cock hardening by the second.

‘Oh I like him.’ Lisa murmured. ‘You’re not as thick as his highness, but you’re nice and long.’ Drake groaned and reached down to tangle his fingers in Lisa’s hair so that he had some control over the situation. He felt her tongue, hot and wet, trailing up his length, her breath hot on his bare skin, then cool on the places her saliva had coated.

He had to take his attention back to the bed as the sounds coming from there had changed. He could hear Brad groaning too and saw that Anabelle was straddling Brad. She still had the piece of ice in her fingers, and he saw her reach behind herself to stroke it over the Prince’s testicles, eliciting a sharp sound of surprise and a jerk of movement. She laughed throatily and took a strawberry between her teeth, bending to offer the free end to Brad’s lips. As he ate the strawberry their lips met messily, and she licked the juice from his mouth then locked her lips over his.

Dear God, thought Drake, I’m effectively watching porn whilst getting a blow job – except that’s Brad getting fucked silly by Annabelle. By now Lisa had applied her lips to the tip of his cock, and was greedily working her way down, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Annabelle was just sitting on Brad’s lap, feeding him oysters now. Lisa cleared her throat.

‘Mr Walker’s ready for action.’ she announced. ‘How about his Majesty?’ hold on thought Drake what am I, a piece of meat?

‘Oh he’s good and ready.’ giggled Annabelle ‘What shall we do next?’

#trr #choices the royal romance #drake walker #king liam #prince liam #the royal romance #drake x liam fanfiction

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you-and-i-for-forever · 7 years ago

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10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 4 (Part A)

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 3.7k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead!

Read chapter 1 here, 2 here, 3 here if you’ve missed them!

“Are you lost?” Jake asked eyebrow raised.

Jared looked like a fucking idiot. He had tried his best to seem cool and confident as he swaggered across the lunchroom, towards the large group of popular assholes.

Fuck! Why were they all so tall and good looking? Jared had made his way past a few of them to sit down in a chair next to Jake. Jake had slowly looked up from his phone, with a face that asked what the actual fuck?

“No, actually, I just came by to chat,” Jared said, smearing a smirk onto his face.

“Uuuuh…we don't chat,” Jake deadpanned, wiggling his hand at him in a dismissive manner. A few of Jake’s friends snickered.

Jared forced his mouth into a smile, trying to seem nice, but really wanting to knock Jake’s phone out of his hand and walk away. God, what a complete douchebag.

He was doing this for Michael and he was not going to screw this up. “Well, actually, I thought that I'd run an idea by you. Just to see if you're interested.” Jared was gonna try and schmooze the hell out of this guy.

Jake blinked at him a few times before giving a disinterested “I’m not, thanks,” and turned back to his phone.

Jared held out his hands in front of him, almost like he was trying to calm a wild animal rather than trying to keep this idiots attention. “Well, hear me out. Now...you want to date Jeremy Heere, right?”

“Who?” Jake asked

Was he fucking serious?

“The uh…the new kid.”

“Oh yeah,” Jake said, having the decency to almost look just the slightest bit embarrassed.

“Okay, but he can't go out with you because his parents have a rule that he can’t date until his older stepbrother, Evan, dates, but no one will go out with him because he’s sad and weird, right?” Jared said, feeling like he was talking to a brick wall.

Jake rested his head on his hand, looking entirely done with what Jared had to say. “Does this conversation have a purpose?”

Jared didn't think he could roll his eyes hard enough.

“What I think you need to do is hire someone who'll go out with Evan. Someone who’s just as lame and invisible as he is so he doesn’t feel that way anymore and you can go out with Jeremy.” Jared said

“Why not just date the loser yourself then?” A guy from across the table snorted.

Jared smiled and flipped him off.

“Look I already figured out the perfect person,” Jared explained, pointing towards the windows on the adjacent wall. Connor was currently sitting alone on the far side of the courtyard, smoking weed. Jake squinted at him before his eyes became huge.

“That guy?” Jake asked, alarmed, “I heard he ate a live duck once.”

Jared nodded, he had heard that too. “Everything but the beak and feet. He’s a loser, Evan’s a loser; clearly, he’s a solid investment.”

Jake continued to stare at Connor, eyebrows furrowed. Jared could almost feel the wheels in this Neanderthals head start to turn.

“What's in it for you?” Jake finally asked, turning back towards Jared.

“Hey. I’m walkin’ down the hall and say hello to you. You say hello to me,” Jared smiled, quick on his feet to come up with a reason. It was probably pathetic, but he really wouldn’t mind if Jake actually did that.

“Yeah yeah. I get it. You’re cool by association.” Jake paused for a moment, before shrugging. “I’ll think about it.”

“Nice,” Jared said usual smirk returning to his mouth, relieved his plan seemed like it was working.

“We’re done now,” Jake said, raising an eyebrow.

Jared had overstayed his welcome at the table of beautiful, untouchable gods. Now to return to the world of the mortals.

“Yeah.” Jared nodded and got up and crossed the cafeteria back over to where he had left a very upset looking Michael.

“What are you doing getting him involved?” Michael asked, standing up to meet him, clearly upset. To be fair, Jared had just sort of just gotten up from the table randomly and walked over to Jake with no explanation of Michael. Thankfully Jeremy wasn't around today to see Michael's head almost explode.

“Relax. We let him pretend he’s calling the shots. While he’s setting things up, you have time with Jeremy,” Jared said sitting down at the table and grabbed for Michael’s Flaming Hot Cheetos. He began to chow down. Michael sank down next to him and opened and shut his mouth a few times.

“That is a good idea,” Michael replied, with the same tone and express as before.

Jared laughed and patted his back, “Yeah, I know.”

God Connor hated all of this. He had been able to force himself to get to every day of school so far but it was all a fucking horrible. All the whispers and the glances and the laughing. Someone had stuffed garbage into his bag when he wasn’t looking and had slipped a note into his locker telling him to kill himself.

He had tried to convince his mom to let him do online classes or homeschool but she had said that he needed to be around people his age, interact with others, try and make friends. She had no clue what this school was like though, how no one was ever going to want to be his friend, let alone talk to him.

He sat in the courtyard, blunt hanging off his lip, flipping through a history textbook. So fucking boring, but Connor really, really, needed his parents off his back so he was willing to do some homework to get that to happen.

Connor rubbed at his eyes, every part of his feeling tired and rundown but suddenly felt a presence and eyes on him. He jolted his head to look up.

It was some guy Connor didn’t know, he felt caught off guard.

What the fuck did this guy want? Connor tried to keep his anger from flaring up, but it was just his gut reaction.

“Hey, how ya doin’?” The guy asked him with a smile that was half nervous-half charismatic. Weird, Connor usually only got the full nervous smiles.

Connor glared at him then looked away, trying to ignore him. He really hoped he wasn’t going to get food thrown at him or something shitty like that.

“I had some great duck last night...” He said.

“Do I know you?” Connor finally spoke, looking back at him. God, he was annoying.

“I’m Jake Dillinger,” He said like Connor was supposed to know who he was.

“Cool, bye,” Connor said, standing up and starting to pack his stuff up. Better get out of here before this idiot made Connor do something that would wind him up in the principal’s office, or worse, that freaky guidance counselor’s office.

“Hey, wait! Uh, you see that guy?” Jake said, pointing out a familiar looking guy, making his way through across the crowded courtyard. It was the kid from the bathroom a while ago. From what he could see, he still had the cast wrapped around his arm.

“Yeah,” Connor replied, just the slightest bit curious.

“That’s Evan Hansen. I want you to go out with him.” Jake said

Connor’s expression twisted and he felt like ripping this asshole's face off. Connor shoved him hard instead, hoping he would fall to the ground. Jake barely lost his balance from the action, pissing Connor off more.

“Look. I can’t take out his brother until Evan starts dating. Apparently, his parents got this rule where they-” Jared said

Connor interrupted, “Touching story. Not my problem,” He pulled the strap of his bag over his head and started walking away, flipping Jake off.

“Would you be willing to make it your problem if I provide generous compensation?” Jake called, a certain tone in his voice.

Connor paused, mid getaway.

“You’re going to pay me to take out some guy?” Connor asked over his shoulder, not wanting to turn around and look the creep in the eye.

“Mmm hmm,” Jake said.

Connor’s eyes locked onto the Evan kid, still walking around. He looked awkward and sad and desperate and nervous.

“How much?” Connor asked

“20 bucks.” Jake offered

He watched as Evan bumped into someone, his face turned bright red and he seemed to stammer through a few sentences at the person he bumped into before he ran off.

“Fine. 30.” Jake said, quickly revising.

“75 bucks.” Connor threw back, finally turning back towards Jake. His parents cut off his funds a while ago and he was in desperate shape for pot money.

“This isn’t a negotiation. Take it or leave it, freak.” Jake said, looking Connor up and down.

“50 bucks and we’ve got a deal,” Connor snapped back, crossing his arms, scowling.

Jake shrugged and reached into his wallet, pulling out a 50 dollar bill. He handed Connor the money.

Stupid rich fuck

Connor allowed himself for a second to forget that his family was probably wealthier than this guy’s.

“I’ll be back for an update,” Jake said then turned and walked away.

Connor stared down at the easiest 50 bucks he ever made. He pocketed the money and rolled his eyes. If that moron seriously thought that he was actually going to do this, he truly was a moron. Connor snorted, he was just going to blow this whole thing off and that Jake guy could just kiss his ass.

Connor stuffed the money into his pocket then started to walk off. His eyes glanced over to where the girl Evan had bumped into stood, noisily gossiping about “the weirdo that just ran into her.” He frowned.

…Connor was going to need more money for weed pretty soon. 50 bucks really wasn’t going to last him long…plus he was going to need gas money to get to his dealer's house…

Fuck.

Evan kept chanting in his head that the day was almost done and he could leave school soon. Things had gone…alright, today. Nothing too horrible. He was happy to not have to lie to Dr. Sherman about it at therapy tomorrow.

Evan put his Spanish and calculus textbooks into his locker. He stuffed his binder and a few notebooks into his backpack then shut the door, pushing hard to make sure it closed all the way. He turned around and saw someone right behind him. Evan jolted back in surprise, hitting the lockers. Evan felt his face heat up in embarrassment. His eyes slowly slid up from the black combat boots all the way up to Connor Murphy’s face.

Connor gave an awkward, thin-lipped smile, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, n-no that's okay- it’s-it's okay,” Evan said, try to calm down his racing heartbeat.

Connor didn't move or say or do anything. They stood there for a second before Evan got uncomfortable and reached over to pick at his cast.

“Hey, you still got my name,” Connor said, pointing towards Evan’s arm. Evan glanced down then back up at Connor for half a second. His hand started to trace the lines of Connor’s name scrawled on his cast.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t- I don't get the, uh, cast off for a few more weeks or maybe even another month, the doctors haven't told me yet when it's gonna be yet but I'm sure I'll find out soon, hopefully pretty soon, and its sharpie so uh yeah...can't really take it off.” Evan said a mile a minute.

He couldn’t tell if Connor’s expression was annoyance, amusement, or both, “I was just kidding.” He offered.

“Oh huh…yeah, ye-yeah I knew that,” Evan said, hands pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to laugh it off. He looked down at the ground, feeling stupid.

He chanced a glance back up at Connor. Why was he still standing there? This was so uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say or do or think. He rubbed at his face.

“So, um, do you want to hang out sometime?” Connor asked, eyes glancing around the hallway.

Evan stiffened up and slowly tilted his head to eye at Connor.

He let out a small, uncomfortable laugh, in a very Evan fashion, “Um uh um, n-no thanks. It’s because um- it’s not because of any reason or anything. I’m-I’m-I’m just really busy right now and I need to um help my mom after school and do homework so I can't do that.” Evan lied a mile a minute, worrying his shirt again, avoiding eye contact.

There was another awkward pause. “Okay, well see you around,” Connor said with a shrug and a wave.

Evan watched him leave, staring him down in confusion. That was bizarre, to say the least. Evan had spent most of the school years trying to avoid Connor, and now in less than a month had interacted with him twice.

Connor was definitely different that sophomore year. Evan just couldn’t put his finger on why.

“We’re screwed,” Michael said, exasperated.

He and Jared had been trailing Connor the whole day, seeing when he was going to make his move on Evan. The interaction between Evan and Connor had gone about as well as expected. Why the hell did Michael think this was going to work? Everyone was terrified of angry Connor Murphy and all the vicious rumors, whether truthful or lies, that trailed after him.

“Hey, no, hey. I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude.” Jared turned to him, putting his hands on his shoulders and shaking him “I want to hear you upbeat.”

“We’re screwed!” Michael said with mock enthusiasm.

“There you go!" Jared said, stooping to his level of sarcasm. "Just give him time. Evan just has to realize that Connor isn’t going to give up and he’ll eventually just go out with him to make him stop asking since it makes him uncomfortable or something like that.” Michael felt like Jared was trying to explain this to him like he was a small child that had no clue what was happening.

“I hope you’re right, man.” Michael sighed and quickly made their way to their separate classes when the bell rang.

Jeremy was walking down a hallway in the school, finally feeling like he was getting a handle on his schedule and the school layout. He was glancing down at his phone, shooting Michael a quick message about hanging out this weekend and happened to glance up as he rounded a corner.

There was Jake. Handsome as hell Jake. No one should be allowed to be that absolutely perfect looking and- Jake was looking at him. Jake was looking at him! Jeremy’s heart immediately leapt to his throat. Jake gave him a charming smile and sauntered across the hallway to him. Jeremy thought his legs might give out from under him.

“Hi,” Jake said, stopping right in front of him.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, feeling giddy as hell, but trying to be cool.

“Jeremy, right?” He asked.

“Uh yeah.” Jeremy nearly chocked out. Jake knew his name!

“You’re the new kid, right?” Jake asked, taking a step closer so Jeremy had to tilt his head up to continue to look at his gorgeous face.

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, brain not being able to come up with a more interesting response.

“Wow, that must kind of suck. I’m Jake by the way.” Jake flashed him another dashing smile.

Jeremy said, looking down at his shoes, “I…know.”

“Cool…Can I say something stupid? I heard that my friend Rich said something to you in the hallway to you the other day and I just wanted to say I’m sorry about that.”

Oh, my god, he was literally so nice, who just did that? Apologize for a friend? Just so attractive and nice? “That’s…not stupid at all.” Jeremy said with what he hoped was a coy smile.

Jake leaned against the wall and bit his lip. Jeremy wanted to scream.

“Cool. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. Like to the mall or out to eat? I figured we could get to know each other. Alone. I could take you to my friend Rich and I’s favorite spot in the universe, Sbarro!” Jake laughed with a wink.

No one had ever asked Jeremy out before, certainly not someone like Jake Dillinger. He was about to start nodding rapidly but then his dad's rule came rushing back to him. Jeremy wanted to scream when he remembered.

“I, um, actually can’t.” Jeremy said, feeling like an idiot, “My older brother-”

“I know about your whole dating problem and have a guy working on it as we speak.” Jake raised his eyebrow and flashed a beautiful grin.

“Oh.” Jeremy was shocked. Jake must honestly, truly want to go out with him if he was willing to find someone to date Evan.

Jake reached out and ran a hand down Jeremy’s shoulder to his hand, holding it after. Jeremy's shuttered and goosebumps popped up all over his skin.

Jake looked down at their conjoined hands then back up at Jeremy through his lashes, “So how about it?”

“Sure, okay.” Jeremy managed to get out.

“Alright,” Jake said and handed Jeremy a slip of paper with his phone number on it. He winked and continued his stroll down the hallway.

Jeremy shuttered out a breath, feeling like he might explode, and watched Jake go.

Evan was curled up in his bed, just finished with all his homework for the night, scrolling through his phone. This was simultaneously the best and worst part of the whole day. School was over and Evan had the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted…the only problem was there was nothing for him to do.

He usually just went in an endless cycle of refreshing Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram for hours.

Jared was usually the person who posted the most on all on social media. Game stats and scores, complaining about teachers and dragging classmates, stuff like that. Zoe posted pictures of her and Alana or videos of her jazz band playing. Alana liked to have friendly debates on threads and write all about her extracurriculars and studying. Chloe and Brooke put up selfies, vague-posted about everyone at the school, and reposted makeup tutorials, he wasn’t quite sure why he followed them, or the other popular people at his school. Probably just to fill time and space on his accounts.

He finished rewatching all the Snapchat stories, feeling a little bored.

It was kind of a weird feeling. Evan really wanted to be a part of what was going on, at all the parties he saw and all the events people posted about and hanging out with all the people he was friends with online. But at the same time, he didn’t feel like it would work out that well. He’d be too anxious to have a good time and everyone would think he was weird and it just wouldn’t end well.

He just liked to pretend that maybe it could.

For once.

Go well.

Evan got up out of bed and left his room to use the bathroom. He stared down at his phone as he went. He finally looked up once he reached one of the porcelain sinks.

He brushed his teeth and contemplated a shower. He’d have to wrap his arm up and tape it and that really didn’t sound that fun right now, so maybe just a shower tomorrow. Evan turned away from the sink and jumped in surprise. Jeremy was standing in the doorway.

“He-Hey Jeremy,” Evan said, trying to play off the fact that he had been scared.

“Hey,” Jeremy said with a nod.

Evan grabbed a washcloth from the counter and ran it under warm water. Jeremy moved up to the other sink, applying acne cream to his face.

They stood there in a silence. It probably wasn’t that awkward but Evan couldn’t feel a silence any other way.

“How was-” Evan started but stopped to wipe his face with the damp washcloth. “How was school?” He eventually got out.

“Classes were fine. Jake Dillinger talked to me today.” Jeremy said, trying to sound calm and casual but coming across as anything but.

“Cool. That’s-That’s nice.” Evan said, then rubbed the cloth in circles on his mouth so he didn’t have to say anything else.

More silence.

Jeremy finished up his routine with brushing his teeth and flossing before he turned to leave. He stopped and eyed Evan up and down.

“Have you ever tried something that wasn’t khakis and polos, Evan?”

Evan’s face was already bright red from scrubbing it for so long, Jeremy probably couldn’t see his embarrassment.

“Not…not really. I like…blue polos.”

“People at school would probably think you’re cooler if you did,” Jeremy said like it was a fact.

This was…bizarre. Why did Jeremy care if people thought he was cool? Was he really so embarrassing to be tethered to as a stepbrother that Jeremy wanted him to wear different clothes?

“I-I-I don’t- I don’t care what those people-people think,” Evan said, voice breaking a little.

Jeremy scrunched his eyebrows together, “Well maybe you should.” Jeremy walked out of the bathroom. Evan stood there, taken back by how random this was. Maybe someone had said something to Jeremy at school. Maybe Jake had said something to him. Maybe he was getting bullied by other people because of Evan. He suddenly felt really guilty. He hadn’t meant for that to happen.

Evan threw his washcloth in the laundry hamper and hung his head as he made his way back to his bedroom. He laid back down on his bed and pulled up Twitter again. He didn’t scroll. Who could be bullying Jeremy? There weren’t a ton of actual bullies at school, just people who were gossiping jerks. Evan stared at his phone screen until it timed out and the screen went dark. He told himself to just try and focus on something else.

School?

No…that’s where the jerks were.

Summer?

Not the best memories from that time.

Zoe Murphy?

Probably best to stay away from that for a while…

…Connor Murphy?

Wait! No! Wondering mind was a bad idea. Evan rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head.

Today at school, when Connor had asked him to hang out. That had to have been some kind of joke. Maybe Connor was trying to mess with him and get everyone to see that he was just a bigger loser than everyone already thought. Evan’s stomach filled with dread. That was probably it.

There’s no way Connor would – that anyone would – want to hang out with him.

#be more chill #dear evan hansen #boyf riends #tree bros #richjake #pinkberry #zolana #galaxy gals #deh #bmc #AU fanfiction #fanfic

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starlitsummermoon · 8 years ago

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Ikemen Sengoku: Masamune X MC - Sleepless Nights (NSFW)

I’m so happy with how this turned out! I freaking LOVE Masamune! Mmmm!

Ahem.... anyways, please enjoy! ^_^

“Welcome back, Lord Masamune,” Kojuro greeted his master as he closed the sliding door behind him. Nodding in response, the warlord immediately headed towards the back of the manor to his room. The war council he just left lasted late into the night as they attempted to plan another strategy to deflect the enemy forces. He normally enjoyed these meetings, but there was once person missing. The chatelaine of Azuchi castle, Manami.

He had grown accustomed to seeing her frequently about the castle, but it had been a couple days since he had seen her, being busy with Nobunaga’s many meetings, all which she was unable to attend. Constantly thinking of her gorgeous smile, he worried he would soon forget it.

Parchment lied scattered around Manami along the floor as she sketched away, the flame from the lantern next to her burning what little light it could offer. Her mind had been running rampant these last few days with any poisonous thought. ‘Can I survive in this time long enough? Will Sasuke survive? What if I don’t want to go back? What am I saying?! I have to go back! But, what about... can I leave him knowing I’m falling in love with him..’

She accomplished her work requested by Nobunaga to keep her mind busy, but when she was left with an empty check list, she locked herself up in her room, drawing away her worries and bad thoughts, the best therapy she had access to in this time. She pushed out anything from completed works to rough sketches, fashion designs to animals, even people, especially one in particular, the one person who kept lingering in mind, intruding her thoughts.

Her current sketch was another fashion design, inspired by the clothes she had seen since she arrived here. Ever since the day she received one of her own designs made by the request of Masamune as a gift for her, her imagination sparked with infinite ideas! The thought of transforming a modern outfit to one which would fit this period was amazing and inspiring.

As her brush effortlessly applied ink to her parchment, her head snapped towards her door that suddenly flew open without warning. Masamune entered, nearly slamming the door behind him as he hastily closed the distance between them, kneeling down to her level on the floor.

“Masamune?” Manami felt her fingers tremble with his sudden, unexpected appearance as he peered into her eyes with his own. His face was so close, tempting her to nudge close enough to him, to feel his lips. Before she could act on her thoughts, he rested his forehead in the crook of her neck, his ear firmly pressed against her neck, breathing in her scent. With her heart thundering in her chest, she had no doubt he could hear it.

What felt like hours were mere seconds before he finally pulled away, his face relaxing into a smile, hoping she would be generous enough to return the gesture. How could she not? It was impossible for her to resist his charm. Whether it was from joy or surprise, she giggled, allowing him to see what he wanted most, her gorgeous smile.

“That’s right, kitten,” Masamune chuckled as he reached up to grab her chin, “smile for me.” Her giggles faded, but her smile refused to leave as his thumb stroked her chin, teasing the edge of her bottom lip. ‘I want to hear you purr for me.’

“I thought you were going to be stuck in war councils for the rest of your life,” she teased, her eyes shooting off to the side as she felt her cheeks flare up from his closeness. “I tried to visit every chance I could, but you were never there.”

“Nothing can keep me away from you for too long,” his husky tone sent chills down her spine as she attempted to hold in a sigh, afraid it would release the predator onto its prey, but it was too late. He leaned in close, her eyes started to close with anticipation. Having their faces so close, he was able to examine her features, including her tired eyes. Concern suddenly took over. “You haven’t been worrying too much about me, have you?”

“What?” Manami whispered, disappointed to not feel him against her. “I always worry about you, but there have been other things on my mind. I guess I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately.” Her smiled faded away, tears forming at the edges of her eyes as they darted over to the mosaic of paper on the floor. Following her gaze, he took notice to her art which he adored so much.

“I don’t understand what there is to be upset about,” he reached out and grabbed one of her rough sketches, “you’re surrounded by such stunning art.” Turning to her, he kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, licking the salty sweetness from his lips.

“Do you really think so?” she knew he liked her work, but it still filled her with pride every time he praised it. “I guess you’re right. I’ve been drawing to make me forget my troubles.” Gathering up all her drawings from the floor, he lied down directly behind her, his pelvis and thighs cradling her lower back as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“I want to keep all these,” he said as he began to examine each one, “Keep going, I want to see you smile again.” Blushing at his compliment, she grabbed her brush and parchment and continued where she left off before the one-eyed dragon burst into her room.

The room fell silent, only the sound of her brush and shuffling papers filled the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes straying from her paper to his face every few minutes, often catching him staring back at her. When their eyes did meet, he smirked, burning her cheeks red as she darted back to her drawing.

‘Stay calm, girl! No need to get carried away, just finish this and let him look through-’ Then, the thought of her other drawings popped into her mind. “OH, NO!’

Cold electricity shot through her body as she turned back towards him, ready to snatch the papers from his hands, but it was too late. He was eyeing a drawing of two figures, a male and female. This particular paper had multiple poses featuring the same characters who had a uncanny resemblance to her and Masamune. One pose was him holding her from behind, the one below was a sweet kiss. The last one, the one he kept his gaze on, was Masamune’s figure pinning her to a wall or the floor, his lips against her neck as her face expressed pleasure. Embarrassed, she happened to glance over to the pile he had already gone through, and right on top was a similar drawing. He had seen them all.

Frozen in fear, she waited for his response, but he stared at the drawing for a short eternity before finally looking up to her, his once gentle gaze now full of desire and passion.

“Very creative,” his knee-weakening husky tone had returned as he sat up, “If I knew you were thinking about me this much, I would’ve skipped every war council to be with you.” Shifting his body towards her, she reacted with shuffling away from him, instigating his play mode.

“M-Masamune,” Manami’s voice squeaked as she crawled backwards from him, each crawl she made away from him, he made two towards her. She couldn’t deny her want for him, her need, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen like this. “It’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh?” her knees nearly hit his chest as he gained up on her, “the message is clear, lass. It’s good to know some things in the future haven’t changed much from this time.” The drumming of her heart seemed to take every ounce of her energy as her pace slowed, her arms growing weak. A piece of her wanted to be caught, his strong arms holding her close to him as he ripped her kimono to pieces, while the other part wanted to continue the chase, building up the anticipation.

At last, his hands were one either side of her hips, yet she kept shuffling away from him, a girly squeal escaping her lips as he growled after her. She wasn’t letting him catch her just yet. Wanting his kitten in his grasps now, he sped up his pace, catching her off guard.

The sudden burst in speed messed with her own pace, causing her wrist to catch the sleeve of her kimono, pulling it down passed her shoulder. The two stopped, the empty silence filling the room as their eyes gaped. Her now bare skin glowed in the flickering lantern light. His eye shifted from her shocked face to her bare chest, the collar of her kimono stopping at the very edge of her breast. Her eyes glanced down to his almost bare chest. All that shuffling loosed the top of his kimono as well, exposing his tone muscles.

Meeting his eyes with hers once again, she realized how close he was to her. Her leaping heart was almost too much to bare. ‘He’s so close!’ Her body decided for her. Grabbing onto the edge of his collar, she pulled him to her, locking her lips with his. She wanted him more than anything, more than returning back to her own time.

Feeling his smile curl against her kiss, he adjusted and lowered himself and her to the floor, his hungry kiss consuming her as his forceful lips moved against her mouth. Longing for this moment, he tasted every bit of her kiss, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. It didn’t take long for her tongue to greet his as he slipped his inside, dancing with each other.

“Ma-Masamune!” she panted heavily between breaths, her fingers entangling themselves in his wild, chestnut hair. He moaned at the call of his name, exciting her more. Once again, her body acted for her and bucked her hips into his.

“Easy, kitten,” Masamune breathed in her ear, his lips ticking her earlobe. Reaching up to her face, he gently stroked her cheeks with the back of his fingers. Although his knuckles were rough against her soft skin, she loved it. Pulling away from her neck, his eye found hers, drowning in them as he smiled at her. Drawn in by his gorgeous face, she reached up and cupped his cheek.

“I love you,” Manami whispered, tears forming in her eyes again, her smile hurting her cheeks. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face, kissing the tender skin of her wrist, keeping their gaze locked together. His teeth carefully grazed her skin, sending goosebumps all over her arm.

“There has been no one in the world to make me feel this way,” he whispered, his smiling growing softer, “You must be a special lass to do this to me.” She accepted this as a confession of his love; no better words could have left his lips.

Not even giving her a chance to retort, his mouth quickly found her collarbone, releasing a gasp from her lips as the the tip of his tongue ran along her skin. Freeing her hand from his grasp, he used it to slid his fingers underneath the loose cloth of her kimono, sliding it over her shoulders, leaving her torso completely naked. As her back arched into him, he was able to swiftly untie her obi, the kimono leaving her completely exposed.

Sitting up from her, he quickly removed his own clothing, throwing it as far as he could. Manami gazed at his body, covered in random scars. His tone muscles stood out in what light the lantern offered. Running the tips of her fingers across his skin, touching his scars, he licked his lips at the sweet sensation. Her knees locked together, finally noticing that they were both completely naked before each other. He frowned at this little action.

Hovering over her, he divided her knees, letting her legs rub up his sides. Finding her wrists, he pinned them above her head. He watched her breasts move with her heavy panting as she awaited what was to come.

‘Am I... frightening her?’

“I want to be the only man who can see you like this,” Masamune boasted, his hands tightening around her wrists, feeling her skin move against him as she writhed beneath him. “I’m going to make you mine.”

“Take me,” she hoarsely called out, her eyes overflowing with desire. His teeth found her nipples and softly grazed them before suckling on them, alternating between rough and soft. “Aaah! Masamune!” He got exactly what he wanted; his kitten purring for him; begging for him to continue.

Shifting himself around, he was easily able to slide himself inside her; the excitement and build up made her soaking wet. Sharply inhaling at the sudden heat he felt around his member, he slowly moved into her, to be sure he wasn’t causing her any pain. Her legs squeezed at his sides and her back arched into him, bouncing her supple breasts into his face. This was everything she ever wanted; her man to herself.

His thrusts gradually became harder, rougher. Her body moved with his, trying to free her wrists from his locking grasp, but he wasn’t planning on setting her free just yet. Her head thrust back against the floor, her body arched up as high as it could go.

“Aaa-mmm!” He captured her blissful moans with his lips and tongue, the heat he felt now incinerating! Moaning with her, his body quivered with the rush of pleasure. Breaking their kiss, he peered at her face, beaded with sweat as she panted heavily. Her eyes held raw passion as she gazed at him.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Manami panted. With her body still shaking beneath him, he placed his lips on the crook of her neck and started to suck hard. Still sensitive to any pleasure or touch, she moaned in his ear and nearly felt another eruption of pleasure in her core.

“Playtime’s not done yet, kitten,” Masamune growled in her ear, sending more chills down her sweat-covered body. Keeping a strong hold onto her wrists, he pulled her up with him. Adjusting himself once again, he guided her body to straddle him as he placed his hands on the floor behind him for support.

“Masamune,” she purred his name, stroking his lips with her delicate fingers. Snapping his teeth, he caught one of her fingers, gently biting down one it. “Oooh!” He loved hearing her moan. Escaping from his toothy trap, she placed her hands on his shoulders and her knees on either side of his hips.

She got a little too excited, now it was her turn see his lips twist with pleasure, his eye beg for more. With no warning, she began to move herself into him. It took a few bounces, but she found the sweet spot. His face contorted at her mercy, his muscles tensing with easy movement of her hips, the squeeze of her hands on his shoulders, the bouncing of her breasts in front his face, just far enough he couldn’t reach them.

“Nnn!” Masamune’s growl was softer than before, almost as if he was attempting to match her purr. Her hot fluid was starting to glide down his hips, exciting him more. He began to match her thrust with his own, intensifying the pleasure.

“Oh!” Manami gasped at the new development. “Masa-mmmune! Don’t stop!” Only able to deliver a few more thrusts, he had no choice. His muscles hardened as he grit his teeth, feeling her tight core become even tighter around him as he ejected himself deep inside her. His body collapsed against the floor, her hands landing on his chest, surprised that he would just fall like that.

“Manami,” he panted, feeling her head move up and down with his chest as she relaxed against his body. Their fluids ran down her inner thigh, mixing together, as she slid off of him, but he stopped her, pulling her back to him. Their sweaty bodies felt cold against the night air. His breath sent a wave of cool air down her back as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

“Masamune,” she purred, bringing her face up to his ear, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth before trailing kisses down his neck. She could almost hear his smirk appear on his face. “Kitten still wants to play.” Her hands traveled down his tone chest to his torso, feeling every inch of his muscles and scars. Shifting up, keeping her knees tight against his hips, she could still feel how hard he still was inside her.

Dawn was nearly approaching and Masamune was needed at another war council meeting. It was difficult getting ready with Manami clinging to him, but it was just as fair to say that he clung to her like glue. Getting dressed was a drawn out task for he showered each piece of her bare skin in kisses and nips. By the time she was able to properly put on her kimono, her skin was blessed with various red marks on her neck, breasts, and even her navel. He was leaving with a few new battle scars, himself.

Finally allowing him to finishing getting ready, she quickly grabbed another piece of paper and sketched out another picture, this one just for him. Having some time to make it look presentable, she wanted him to leave with it. Just as he finished getting ready, leapt up to him before he could see the drawing. Stealing another kiss, or two or three, Masamune headed towards the door.

“Here,” Manami handed him a folded up piece of parchment. “In case we can’t see each other for a little while because of all these war councils.” He smiled as he accepted her gifted, placing in the breast of his kimono before pulling her into one last embrace.

“I’ll make sure I’m not gone too long,” he brought his lips to her ear, squeezing her his arms, “I can’t let my kitten get lonely.” She giggled at his teasing, looking up to meet his eye only to be greeted by his lips. “I need to get going. I’ll be sure to find you once everything’s done.”

“I believe this should finally get things going,” Nobunaga announced. “Rest up.” All the warlords were exhausted from the constant meetings, and all were looking forward to a much needed vacation from this room and each other.

“Poor Manami,” Hideyoshi teased as he came up to Masamune, “I hope she hasn’t forgotten you in all this time.”

“She could’ve fallen for another man, at this point,” Mitsuhide chimed in, “a less reckless man.”

“All I hear is the chattering of hungry monkeys,” Masamune laughed. Once the other warlords were out of sight, he pulled out the piece of paper Manami had given him before he left; he had yet to even see what she drew for him. The instant the folds exposed the ink, his face burned red.

The contents of the paper held a drawing of Manami, riding Masamune as she did the night before. Though this was what she considered a ‘rough sketch,’ she made sure to put the details of his muscles and their expressions. His heart nearly burst through his armor as he quickly folded it back up before bolting down the hallway. His lips licking his devilish smirk as he flew back to Manami’s room.

‘I love this woman!’ he screamed in his mind.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #fanfic #ikesenfanfic #masamune #date masamune #smut #writing by starlit

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necrctic · 7 years ago

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super special announcement:

I’ve FINALLY posted Alex’s full bio. You can read it here, or under the cut:

Alex Reed has had a long-standing relationship with Death. It claimed her father in a factory fire when she was four and took her mother a few years later. Some say her mother died of a broken heart, but more likely it was the pills. She was the one who found her mom’s body, glassy-eyed and cold on the bathroom floor.

Foster care shipped her off to Oklahoma when she was seven to live with her aunt and uncle, Vivian and Trevor Peterson. They had a too-small mobile home and didn’t care for Alex much, but they did like the monthly check that came with her. Aunt Viv was skinny and vicious, too fond of corporal punishment and always smelled like menthols. Uncle Trevor worked most of the time, and when he was home, he drank deep and scowled from his La-Z-Boy.

Alex shared a room with her cousin Hannah; Michael and Evan shared another. The cousins said she was a W E I R D kid. Said she talked to herself. Said she made up stories to scare them. Alex said she was only talking to her new friends: the nice old man from the car accident, the lady with the cuts on her arms, the drowning boy. She said they found her; they were lonely and sad and sometimes angry, and they loved her because she could SEE, see them, see that they were still real, still here.

Aunt Viv switched her and told her to stop lying. She learned quick to shut up about the things she knew.

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Seven years later, and Alex was a regular delinquent. Always making trouble at school, always fighting, always sneaking out. She was got a first-name basis with the sheriff for skipping class. And for stealing. And for vandalism. Uncle Trevor left them a couple years back, and ever since Aunt Viv had been even meaner; she drank then, too, and took it out on Alex when she was in the bottle. They were always screaming. Aunt Viv liked to throw things, but Alex got better at dodging.

The dead found her more often then. Most times, they were her only company, and most times, they were good. She learned how to keep the other ones from noticing her much. The angry ones. The ugly ones. The ones who couldn’t see beyond their hurt anymore. (What a shame, what a tragedy, to become so torn up and twisted like that.)

She ran away that summer, when it started feeling like she’d suffocate in Oklahoma, like one day that ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Just took fifty bucks from Aunt Viv’s purse and hopped on the first bus out of town, leaving memories and ghosts in the dust.

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She was sixteen in New York, and she had tricks up her sleeves. Her only friend was a dead girl called Cherry, and that day they were earning some money. Game plan:

Go buy a hot dog

“Forget” the bag with the dead crow in it next to the vendor

Wait for the hot dog guy to open the bag

Chaos!!

Steal the cash box

Alex had just finished her lunch when Cherry pointed. The vendor picked the bag up and peeled it open with greasy fingers. All it took was a little focus and the dead bird suddenly F L E W out of the bag, crazy, peck-peck-pecking at the vendor, at the people in line. (Alex had figured out this little trick last year; if she concentrated hard enough, she could make things come alive again for a minute or two.) It wasn’t hard to slip behind the counter and make off with the money while the corpsebird had everyone distracted. Easy as pie. Easy as sin.

She was counting her loot when HE appeared, gliding into the alleyway like a shadow in the fading light. He made Cherry disappear with a wave and offered her a cigarette. He smiled like a shark and had hair as black as spilled ink and sharp eyes full of knowing. Of understanding. Of camaraderie. Eyes that said, We’re just alike, you and I.

He showed her a tattoo on his chest: a three-headed dragon eating its tail. That means home, he said in his milk-and-honey voice. Come away with me.

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Emilian Vadovescu was the head of a strange family of lost people. They lived in the wilds, in the dark places of the Carpathian mountains, in an ancient hideaway. The Solomonanţă, the Scholomance, a long-forgotten place of learning, where the walls whispered secrets if you were wise enough to listen.

When he brought Alex there, she finally felt as though she’d found a home. A place she fit in. Among other creeps, other freaks, other outcasts: she belonged. No, more than that: she flourished. Emilian was a wealth of knowledge. Life is chaos, he said. Life is entropy. Death is the order of the universe. Don’t fear it―embrace it. He taught her the ways of dead things. How to read the bones, how to dream herself free of her body and walk the in-between places, how call spirits and command them, to echo WILL into her voice and see how the dead bend to it. Her teacher demanded much of her, and she gave all. The lessons, the practice, the long hours and the merciless pursuit of perfection.

(The first time he kissed her, she thought: ‘Yes. Teach me this, too. Teach me everything there is to know.’ He called her Star Pupil. He called her Gifted. Magnificent. Beautiful. He called her Lover.)

Her teacher demanded much of her, and she gave all―but he demanded more. Then came the secrets. The research. The hidden tomes, the whispers from the oldest stones among the keep. DARK THINGS, voidtalk of nightmares and paradise, of power from beyond the Veil, of change and revolution. Death is the order of the universe, he said. Control death and be as God. And Gods demand ritual. Gods demand sacrifice. Become the rock on which I build my church. Become my flaming sword, my harbinger.

The transformation was costly. Old powers take their pound of flesh, wash it down with a few pints of blood. It left her with empty spots inside. In her guts. Maybe in her soul. It made her something new, something not-quite-right, something a little in-between. Half-dead but more alive than ever.

(When she rose from the altar, he looked on with pride. The others called them Power Couple. He called her Right Hand. Emilian: wolfish shepherd to the flock. Alexandra: wielder of the cattle prod.)

And then, unsurprisingly, came the demands for more and more. Emilian was a hungry God, and he had voracious ambitions. He wanted to take a bite out of reality. To the faithful, he spoke of Redemption and Salvation; no more hiding in the shadows, no more being outcasts. New World Order shit. He had the knowledge. He had the means. He had a host of devoted soldiers and a pretty blonde weapon by his side.

But he should have asked Jehovah: What’s the downside of free will? It’s not always pride that goeth before the fall; sometimes it’s conscience. Sometimes it’s looking in the mirror and no longer recognizing the thing looking back.

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The final straw was William Allen.

In a place where the walls whisper secrets, it stands to reason that one day they’d start to whisper your own. And Alex knew how to listen. She found a new book. A new old book. A new old book belonging to one William Allen: Solomonari, Apprentice, The One Who Came Before.

And the walls said, Silly girl, did you think you were the only one?

The book was full of notes and self-reflection. Details on lessons, spells, and daily life in the Scholomance, under the tutelage of Emilian Vadovescu. The final chapter of the book was about a ritual, a sacrifice, a pound of flesh for a hungry god. William had been scared―scared out of his mind. Alex knew that fear, had felt it clawing up her throat on the altar when her teacher sliced her wrists and her lifeblood ran like rivers down the stone; when the dark stretched out its awful maw and started taking chunks out of her; when Death reached inside and gripped her soul in a vice. That’s the trick: you can’t fear it; you have to embrace it. The moment she stopped being afraid, when she welcomed in the cold and dark, that’s when the P O W E R flooded in; when her blood turned to black ichor and flowed back into her veins and she opened her eyes, wide and terrible, to the cosmos.

Maybe William kept being afraid. Maybe he hadn’t known to let the dark in. She flipped through the pages of the book, idle, until something caught her eye. A date: 1907. She paused.

And the walls said, Dumb girl, how do you think He knows so much?

‘That would make him over a hundred years old.’

Older, older.

And older still.

‘How is that possible?’

How else?

He eats. Grows stronger. Lives longer.

‘Eats what?’

What do you think happened to the ones who didn’t pass the test? No use for a sword with a dull edge. No use for an apprentice full of fear, an animal that can’t adapt:

except o n e…

She tried to summon this William, this lost, scared boy, but when she drew herself up and commanded his spirit appear… nada. Zip, zilch, zero. It should have been easy, there in the place he’d lived, with one of his own belongings in her hands; his spirit should have left traces there, should have jumped to obey her call. And yet: nothing.

The walls showed her the names of the others: Dietrich, Ekaterina, Alim, Francisco, Beatrix, Gorvenal, Cassius, and on and on. She called on each, so many times, and got more of the same: NOTHING. Not a stir, not a whisper, not a sigh.

Yes. He is ravenous.

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What do you do when you realize God’s got an M.O.? What do you do when you start to wonder: Could I have been next? When you start to wonder: Why? And: What have I done?

If you’re Alex, you have a crisis of faith. You deconvert. You plan your Fall. You make off in the night with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bag full of pilfered holy relics, the temple in chaos behind you, your brothers and sisters screaming: TRAITOR, TRAITOR, TRAITOR….

#𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶 (Drabbles);;#alex's bio #well part of it #i managed to chop it down to 4ish pages #i'll probably post the remainder of the story in a series of drabbles #coming up next: Emilian's stats page

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anotherfuckingmomblog-blog · 7 years ago

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25.

On October 15th I turned 25. So many thoughts, joys, fears, and questions about my life. What am I doing? what have I done? what will I be doing? I step into this new age of 25 boldly, with confidence. I am healthy, I have been a no cheat vegan for a little over a month now. I have lost all my pregnancy weight. I have a beautiful, healthy, and happy baby boy. (Logan) I survived 4 years of being married. I have a healthy, hard working, loving husband. (Uriah) I have one cat and one dog. Motherhood is my life right now. That’s where I am at. This is the present. this is the moment I am in. I am not going to go into detail and bore you with all the things leading up to 25.

When my husband asked me what my dream birthday would be I said to go to San Francisco, be in nature, and thrift shop. stepping into these cold days with a new baby can be stressful. WHY WON’T HE FIT INTO HIS 6-9 MONTH WINTER CLOTHING? you are only 3 months old kid! So I get this image in my head of him being bundled up in knitted old man sweaters. I can’t stop thinking about how cute he would be in a oversized sweater. I look online but everything is over 40 bucks for a growing child? no thank you. I decide to give God the control of finding these sweaters for Logan. I pray and ask God to show up. Guys GOD CARES ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS. Logan and I drop Uriah off at work and decide to swing by this cute shop that we have a gift card for. I walk in and find this knitted sweater and matching hat with a fox on it. I do a little happy dance to find out that the two things together are the exact amount on my gift card. PRAISE JESUS. Then we stop at my favorite store in town, Shop Cuffs. where we find another knitted old man sweater its 14 bucks and I just so happen to only have 13 dollar bills and 4 quarters. Logan has worn these sweaters in the early cold mornings. IM TELLING YOU GOD CARES ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS. I didn’t have to spend hours thrifting and waste a day searching for something i may never have found.

Saturday morning we wake up to check out a garage sale. everything is over priced. on the way home we stop by another one and check out a collection of records. The lady says you can each take 6 for free. again THANK YOU JESUS. we have been talking about making our record collection larger. We end up walking home with at least 15 records all 40′s style. What a Joy and Delight for the day.

Sunday morning it’s my birthday. I rent a car because I am 25. I get there all excited to do something that I have never done before. I show them the age on my drivers license like I did when I turned 21. They look at me and say oh yeah we changed the age requirement to 21. The fun part was it ended up being cheaper since I was 25.... so thats cool.... We rented a dodge charger. This is the dream car. The car I always pick when playing video games. Driving this car was so fun. I let Uriah drive most of the time because he has self control when it comes to the speed limit. I just wanted to drive as fast as I could. We drove into the city. We looked every where for a parking spot but everything was miles away or 10 bucks an hour. we ended up on the other side of the freeway in a random place where we found the best parking spot ever. We are headed to the Japanese tea garden. On the way we walk through a giant rose garden that smells like heaven on our right and the redwoods on our left. It’s so peaceful.

Japanese tea garden experience. This garden was so magical. You walk in and instantly feel peace. I could feel the presence of God just by being still and admiring the beauty of nature. It was a much needed breath of fresh air. In the garden they have beautiful bridges, temples, giant fish, waterfalls, a tea house, and a zen garden. The zen garden was exactly where I needed to be. I was able to sit there in peace and quiet. Be still. Be free. Know God. I suddenly felt REFRESHED, RENEWED, and RECHARGED. We sat here for at least an hour but it felt like endless time in the presence of God. I was healed from any anxiety, fear, pain, or things I just could not let go of. I just kept repeating LORD I GIVE YOU CONTROL. LORD I GIVE YOU ALL MY FEARS AND ANXIETY. LORD HEAL ME AND MAKE ME WHOLE. The lord showed up and made me new. I felt alive. I felt free. logan was sleeping and uriah was just looking at the zen garden. Uriah loves the little desk versions of zen gardens so he was enjoying it as well. I just kept thinking this zen garden is perfect. Every little detail and placement is just perfect. Nothing will mess it up. I just want to look at it and feel that joy that comes from a finished project. I have a problem with trying to create the perfect moment or keeping everything in the perfect place. I don’t enjoy cooking because I am busy cleaning up while I am cooking, I don’t enjoy eating at home because as soon as I am done with my last bite, my last sip, I go a clean it up. I am always running around cleaning something so It doesn’t pile up and become a big unfinished project. It’s so bad that somethings I would rather just not use my perfectly folded blanket. That way it never has to be folded again. I know it’s sick. I am a freak. Anyway this Zen garden gave me that peace I am always trying to create by making everything perfect around me. I don’t know how to explain it. This is just getting to be too long. Long story cut short we then left the garden and headed to another garden where we had a picnic and logan got his wiggles out. it was beautiful. We came across wild animals, giant succulents, and beautiful flowers. Our last stop before we head back was veganburg. It’s the in and out for vegans. Seriously the best vegan burger ever. Uriah wanted to keep driving the fun car so we drove out of the way to a Walmart. I picked out some new plant babies and soil. It was the best birthday ever. all I wanted was to be in nature with my family. Thank you babe for giving me this special day to remember forever. I will most likely forget by next year. That is why I have decided to write it out here. The baby wants his momma now. Until next time.

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