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inclusivebalitour · 11 months ago
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Aloha Swing and Ubud ATV Ride Tour
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untilthenexttee · 11 months ago
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A Resurrection
Back in the Saddle. TeeBox Chatter: “The Golf Podcast” Has Risen From the Dead Well, I guess the heading says it all. In anticipation of my first guest(s) of 2024 coming on for a recording of “TeeBox Chatter: The Golf Podcast” I figured that it would be prudent to record a quick solo effort. Armed with a new microphone that I received for Christmas from my mother-in-law and a new recording…
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gingergari · 1 year ago
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guess who finished talia’s ref/propaganda post!
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talia is one of my oldest splat ocs (both in creation age [july 2016] and character age at 24) and honestly not much has changed about his design since i made her! the main difference is literally just some fun new piercings and a lgbt pass
@splatoonpolls :]
talia is 5’10” and the middle child in his family! he has one older sister (taller still, a firefighter named moselle) and one younger sister (ren, new ranked battler) and they all come from calamari county where they were primarily raised by their mother :]
he moved to inkopolis at 15 to get into turf + to try to meet the squid sisters since they’re from the same area! there, he met peri, and they became roommates for about a year before they started dating
talia is highly money motivated mostly because she wants to make sure ren and her mother especially can live an easy life. she also wants to do something good with her life like moselle, who she looks up to as a hero.
sooo after a couple of years turfing with peri (an e-liter main) and working part time at the crust bucket, grizzco opened and the two decided to check it out!
turns out they’re very good at it + get paid very well as a result so that quickly becomes their priority and are very consistently ranked at profreshional
talia believes he’s doing something good to help out both mr. grizz and inkadia so he’s happy
after a while, grizzco’s splatlands branch opened and the two were forcibly relocated invited to move to the splatlands to help out with egg retrieval and training, and subsequently hit eggsecutive vp with victoria and fiorello in their now complete quad
talia knows jacinthe (my agent 3) but at the moment he does not know anything about the true nature of grizzco.
talia is a very trusting person and will typically take whats in front of him at face value. as mentioned before, she’s very tall and is pretty loud/high energy, so can be unintentionally overbearing when meeting new people. he also has the worst name memory ever so will typically nickname everyone he meets to something he can easily remember (peri is a nickname! jury’s out if he remembers her actual name) such as eggs for victoria and safety for fiorello. however, talia is very afraid of being perceived as a rude person, so tries very hard to be seen as the opposite, typically with gifts. can be unexpectedly emotional—cried over clam mochi being different when homesick, whenever big man loses, etc
her favorite idol in the splatlands is big man because she feels like she relates the best to him (and often feels sorry for him). his favorite splatbands are diss pair and front roe, but feels no connection to squid squad.
splatfest wise, he will consider his favorite idol’s alignment first before his own preferences. ex. he’s terrified of ghosts but likely will be on big man’s team for splatoween
in my imagination, his tentacles are box braids in human form :]
splashtag maker 👍🏽
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rintoorou · 5 months ago
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ALOHA, HAWAII — iv. you meet people twice
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(wc: 780-ish…)
the sound of a telephone ringing wakes you from your slumber. 
head still buried deep in the pillows, you blindly reach for the handset and hold it up to your ear. “hello?”
“good morning, ms. sakusa! were you able to settle in all right?”
“yes, thank you,” you reply groggily, pulling the duvet closer with your free hand. still tired from the flight, you vaguely remember the golf cart ride to your lodging, the staff helping you with your luggage before bidding you goodnight, and crashing on the bed as soon as you shut the door closed. 
“i was just calling to inform you that the guest in the complimentary suite arrived last night." your eyelids flutter open at this; you remember asking the front desk a favor too. ever since kiyoomi told you that his fiancé asked a friend of his to help you with the wedding preparations, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. atsumu wouldn’t ask him, right? those in your small college circle knew how bad your relationship got—from irritated glares sent across the room to hurtful jabs disguised as jokes. they noticed how you started arriving to get-togethers separately until you eventually just stopped coming. on the day after graduation, you removed all your mutual friends from your socials and blocked him.
even so, you hoped atsumu still held some sort of friendly affection for you and be considerate enough to not ask him, but just to ease your nerves, you asked the receptionist to call and let you know when his friend arrives. 
“he arrived around an hour after you did, actually. we didn’t call in case you were already asleep.”
“that’s alright. thanks for letting me know.”
“no problem, ms. sakusa! let us know if you need anything else." the call ends with a dull beep before you finally pull yourself up to sit. you flip over your phone to check for any messages, but the image of a dead battery flashes on the screen. 
you check the clock on the nightstand; it’s 9:41 AM. figuring it’s not too early for atsumu’s friend to be awake, you plug your phone into the charger and head to the bathroom for a shower.
it’s warmer outside than in your cabin, but the refreshing summer breeze makes up for it. unlike the rain, you enjoy the soft glow of the sun on your skin and the way it almost instantly makes you feel at ease. a staff member greets you as you pass, and you smile back. it only takes you a few strides until you’re standing in front of an oak door similar to your own. you take in a small breath and tentatively knock three times. 
you wait for a bit, though you don’t hear anyone on the other side of the door. he’s probably still asleep.
you step back to leave, but the front door swings wide open. “oh, good mor—”
your words falter as you take in the disheveled man in front of you. even with the sleep still evident in his eyes and an unkempt shirt revealing just a little bit of his collarbone, you instantly recognize those narrowed green eyes staring back at you. 
“what the—”
“fuck,” suna curses, his eyes widening, “what the hell are you doing here?”
you draw in a sharp breath, “what the hell am i doing here?! what the hell are you doing here?” 
“i’m helping atsumu with his wedding.”
“i’m…” you take a moment to process his reply, then it hits you. suna is the friend who’s supposed to assist you with the wedding; at the same time, he realizes that you’re the relative atsumu was talking about. of fucking course. 
he lets out a bitter scoff as he tears his eyes away from you, immediately making your eye twitch. it takes so much of you to resist the urge to hit him right then and there.
“you’re going to turn this wedding to shit.” 
“then by all means, leave. aren't you good at that?” 
“oh, i know when it’s right to walk away.”
the glares you send one another are intense, harsh and fiery. unresolved anger and frustration from the breakup and years of not seeing each other come rushing back, leaving neither one of you willing to back down. 
you tell yourself to be the bigger person, but you simply cannot stand to look at him any longer. “stay the hell away from me, suna.” 
his eyes narrow, “ditto.”
the door slams shut just as you spin on your heels, fists clenched as you march back to your cabin. kiyoomi (and maybe atsumu) better have a damn good explanation for this because there’s no way in hell you’re working with your asshole of an ex. 
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zoeykallus · 1 year ago
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😍 The BB husband HC is so cute! I'd love to read a similar set but maybe like a little old lady vendor, who just assumes they're a couple, hints that it won't be long before they're hearing the pitter patter of little feet? They're so sweet and funny about just the idea of being the readers husband, the idea that they could be making babies with her might make them explode 😂
Thanks for all the brilliant HCs 💚
Aloha!
Thanks, love to read that! It was fun writing them, too. Now I do like this idea, let me see what I can do with that 😊
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?
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Warnings: Mostly Fluffy/Partly Slightly Suggestive/Pre Relationship
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Initial Situation:
At a fruit and vegetable market on Batuu with tons of open-air stalls, you are approached by an elderly lady, a trader selling tea herbs.
"You two are such a beautiful couple, I bet it's only a matter of time before you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet"
Hunter
Hunter is chewing on the piece of apple he has in his mouth. You bought some fruit from a stall earlier. He smiles a little stupidly, politely, but doesn't immediately understand what is being said. It takes him a moment to put the words into context.
The moment he realizes what the old lady has just said, his eyes widen, and he chokes on the apple, a piece getting stuck in his throat.
"Hunter?" you ask worriedly and pat him on the back.
He suddenly coughs up the piece of apple and onto the floor, clears his throat and gasps for air. He adjusts his hair and bandana just to keep his nervous fingers occupied.
The older lady giggles and says conspiratorially to you, "Maybe you'd better find someone with better survival skills, you want to pass on the best genes"
Hunter clears his throat and says downright indignantly, "If anyone has survival skills, it's me"
The older lady grins, her laugh lines clearly visible around her eyes as she says, "He certainly has good ears"
As you continue walking, you say with amusement, "That almost sounded like you were applying to be the father of my children"
Hunter blinks several times, laughs nervously and finally says, "Um, well, I just wanted to make it clear that I do have my qualities"
You grin and say, "I know," and give him a kiss on the cheek that makes his ears flush.
Echo
He stares at the elderly lady for quite a while without blinking, Echo doesn't dare to look at you.
The old lady says to him bemusedly, "You have to blink now and again, otherwise your eyes will dry out"
Echo blinks several times, clears his throat, then his gaze swings briefly in your direction. When he sees your smile, his cheeks and ears heat up. He scratches the back of his head nervously with the scomp link and looks at the teas on the old lady's stand.
The lady laughs softly, "So shy?"
Echo clears his throat and says quietly, "We're not even a couple yet"
"Not yet," the lady emphasizes with a broad grin.
Echo's gaze quickly flits over to you again, and he sees you biting your lower lip with a grin.
He grins too and says, "'Yet'"
When your eyes meet, you both grin like idiots in love.
The older lady laughs again, "You two are so clearly into each other"
Echo clears his throat, straightens up, straightens his shoulders and says with a grin, "Maybe so, but the little feet thing can wait a little longer"
Wrecker
"Huh?"
Wrecker was only half-listening, his eyes roaming over the colorful packets of tea and his nose sniffing the various scents. His huge figure is bent over the stand. He straightens up again and looks questioningly from one to the other.
The old lady repeats her statement and after a brief hesitation, Wrecker laughs almost shyly.
"The lady and I aren't even a couple yet," he finally says with a wry grin.
"You should change that," says the old woman with conviction, "you two are a wonderful match, at least at first glance"
Wrecker looks over at you and smirks, "Yes, I think we should"
Your cheeks and ears heat up, and you can't stop grinning.
"But one thing at a time," says Wrecker, amused, and reaches out his hand towards you. You place your hand in his, a little nervously, and he gently pulls you closer to him and the stand. Then he asks the elderly lady, "What about tea for lovebirds?"
The old lady grins and points to a row of her beautifully packaged tea herbs.
"I have a few things to offer"
Tech
He seems almost a little lost without the holopad in his hand. The pad is on his belt, he has devoted his attention entirely to you and this little excursion today, and you feel really flattered. It's so rare that he lets this thing out of his hand.
Tech looks at the older lady questioningly, her statement has completely passed him by, he can't put it into any logical context.
"Well," he says matter-of-factly, "First of all, we're not a couple. Secondly, I don't understand the reference to small feet. My companion's feet aren't that small either"
You burst out laughing, but disguise it as a cough because you don't want him to think you're making fun of him.
Tech comes closer and strokes your back worriedly.
"You're not going to get sick, are you?"
You shake your head.
"No, no, it's fine"
Tech is so different with you than with other people, you've noticed, he's gentler, more caring. You're sure he likes you a lot more than he perhaps even realizes himself.
"He doesn't seem the brightest," giggles the older lady.
Tech frowns, "I understood the implication, and I can assure you, good lady, you're unlikely to meet anyone smarter than me"
"And a little arrogant"
Tech raises his eyebrows in shock and looks from one to the other, panicking that he may have made the wrong impression on you too. But you give him a warm, infectious smile that makes him feel like he's melting.
"She was talking about children," you say softly.
"Children?… Oh, I see," Tech says and swallows.
He suddenly looks very nervous.
"To have children you have to be intimate first and we're not"
"Not yet," you say quietly.
His head jerks in your direction, surprised, startled, curious.
You slowly move away from the stand as you talk, and the old lady looks after you, shaking her head.
"You'd be interested in a more intimate relationship with me?" Tech asks matter-of-factly, though there is a small, nervous tremor in his voice.
When you smile at him again, a storm of emotions is released inside him, but he remains calm on the outside. Your small, quiet "yes" sends his pulse racing and conjures up a smile on his lips.
Crosshair
Crosshair just frowns, looks at the older lady, then at you and sees you shrug your shoulders. He doesn't really know how to react to the statement. For now, he remains calm.
His gaze wanders over the teas.
"This one," says the lady, holding it out to Crosshair, "You could buy it for your wife, it helps to prepare her for conception and has an aphrodisiac effect."
Crosshair smiles, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the old lady again.
Finally, he says, "Children are not my thing. But the process that precedes the whole thing is"
You blink several times and listen intently as Crosshair talks to the old lady. You are so fascinated by the scene, his demeanor, that you just watch in silence.
The elderly lady giggles and shows him a few other teas and says conspiratorially, "These all have an aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing effect"
"Perfect," says Crosshair with a dirty little grin and has three different varieties wrapped up.
With the paper bag of teas under his left arm, he invitingly holds out his right arm to you. You hook onto him, almost hypnotized, and look up at him.
"How about it? You and me tonight, and a whole lot of tea?"
You blink and feel yourself getting hot. A wide smile creeps onto your face.
Crosshair smirks and says, "That looks like a 'yes'"
You nod and say, "This could be interesting"
Crosshair says smugly, "I promise you it will be"
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fumrell · 1 year ago
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Ace and Arg0s should end up together btw.
It's still really funny to me that Fio is pretty explicitly like "I ship Mic and Arg0s and will set my own feelings aside to let them be together" and Mic is like "as long as Arg0s is happy I am happy and I don't really want to date him" meanwhile Cast is like "Arg0s I am kissing you on the cheek. Multiple times. I love you."
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one-vivid-judgment · 8 months ago
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Hi hi! An aquarium date h/cs with Joongi and Tomi pls! Thx! <3
My baby boy and my wife whom I love dearly 💙💙 (and want to see get destroyed in a sexy way)
Joongi Han
- He probably has never been to an aquarium himself. Only ever seen it in movies and thought it looked pretty, but never actually gone to one because work always comes first. He doesn't even take that many days off to begin with. 
- His face visibly lights up when you ask if he wants to come to the aquarium with you. "Oh, of course, I'd love to" he says, but you can tell he is vibrating from excitement when you hand him the ticket. 
- Get ready for him to start infodumping if he sees a fish he has eaten before. He can go on and on about nutritional value and health benefits for hours if you let him, and even if he has never eaten a specific kind, he can always start speculating. You'll have to beg him not to ask for clownfish next time he goes to the fish market. That is NOT food, Joongi. 
- Absolutely fascinated by the sea creatures. He never had a proper childhood, never did any activities like this ever and only really started doing fun things when he met Kasuga. Needless to say, he LOVES it. Expect him to ask to come to the aquarium again. He probably loves the dolphins—they are beautiful, but also very fucking unhinged. Sounds like someone you know, actually. 
Eric Tomizawa
- He knows his way around Hawaii like the back of his hand, so you bet he knows an aquarium or two. He used to go with Marie all the time, since she loved it so much, but to be honest, he always paid more attention to her reactions than he did the animals, the lovesick fool. 
- It doesn't go any differently with you, honestly. He knows he is supposed to be watching the jellyfish show, but he'd always end up looking at you instead. You're so fascinated by the little guys, and really, if he wants to see jellyfish, he can swing by Aloha Beach whenever, so why not get his fill of your beautiful face? 
- The type to get super offended if you point at a random fish and say "This you". Like, okay, a putterfish is cute, kinda? But also, just why? Does he have bug eyes too? Or is it the 'small but deadly' part? Then again, he's probably gonna join in on the "Hey, this fish looks like someone we know" game. That orca is Yamai, that clownfish is Ichiban. You? An angelfish. But only after jokingly saying you were an aggressive ass piranha. 
- Take him to an animal encounter experience and feed penguins or stingrays. He'd be extra cautious at first, because hey, it won't kill him but that stingray over there may not like his face, and that could get dangerous. After that though? He has the time of his life. Those little guys are so cute. You still have a pic you took without Tomi knowing of him petting a penguin with the biggest grin on his face.
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wakabahan · 3 months ago
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what if you got read something of mine? what if that happened to you? i always use songs for chapter titles, the link is to the song.
Threshold
Shasta and Mamoru had decided on Boogie Woogie Steakhouse for dinner while her sisters all scattered to their own destinations. The night was perfect, warm but not overbearing. The mother and son decided to walk back to their hotel. That, and Shasta needed the fresh air, the aloha blonde she had ordered had gone to her head just a little more than she liked and the bbq chicken, while delicious, was heavy.
They chatted together happily, Mamoru swinging Shasta’s hand as they moseyed down the street. Her youngest was currently over the moon with his meal and couldn’t wait for when they flew back home and he could tell his older siblings all about it along with everything he had yet to experience. Mamoru was feeling particularly spoiled to be spending a holiday on his own with Shasta. At first he was put out that he wasn’t included in his older siblings’ trip, stating he was too young. Now it was the last thing the kid could possibly care about.
The quiet of the area was shattered by a door bursting open. Shasta immediately stopped and yanked Mamoru behind her on instinct to guard him. The door bashed against the wall, sprung on its hinges it couldn’t even swing back.
Shasta watched as a young man wearing a white polo over blue jeans and loafers in a wheelchair was hurried out of the room like a bat out of hell. Pushing the man was a face she remembered from photos, or rather, she remembered his hair and red suit.
“...Ichiban…Kasuga?” Not entirely sure she remembered the name right.
He didn’t notice her and continued to fly down the street, fleeing something.
If she were anyone else, she’d leave it alone. But no one launched themselves out of a room like that unless there was trouble. She waited a beat, not seeing anyone following after Ichiban and his companion. From across the street she could see the faint light of a knocked over lamp.
“Hold my hand tight. We’re going to cross the street.” Shasta instructed.
Mamoru did as he was told. Together they quickly jay walked the quiet street.
Hearing no sounds of alarm from the ground floor hotel room, Shasta parked her son between the door jamb and the broken window. She took Mamoru gently by the shoulders.
“Stay right here, okay? Do not go inside. I’ll be just a second.”
Mamoru looked up at her with big, curious eyes. He nodded eagerly, knowing his mother's tone when she was absolutely serious.
Shasta couldn't hear anything but exhausted breathing. The room was trashed as she crossed the threshold; broken chairs, an end table with a snapped leg slumped with a lamp hanging off it by its cord. It smelled faintly of sweat underneath the natural perfume of the city.
Who the hell are these guys? Stepping passed two men, walking on the outsides of her feet, soundless in her sandals.
“What the hell happened in here?” She whispered.
She gave each man a cursory glance. Shasta was looking for someone who seemed like the one in charge.
Not him, not with those sandals. Several of them wore aloha shirts and sunglasses despite the sun being long set. Her foot tapped someone else's.
Looking down it was a sizable pair of feet, wearing double monk strap loafers. She followed the length of his long legs. Tall, broad shouldered and spread eagle on the floor. He wore a nice pinstripe suit. Of all the other men sprawled on their asses, it was clear he was the one in charge.
Shasta crept down onto her hands and knees beside him. He was so still Shasta couldn't be sure if he was even alive. She reached under the neck of his sweater, two warm fingers pressing into the side of his throat.
He's not dead, good pulse but his skin is cool, weird with this weather.
Slowly, she slipped a hand into the breast pocket of his suit, pulling out a plain black wallet and she flipped it open.
Up close she smelled good soap, masculine and woody; but little else. Judging from his face and hair; she figured he didn't spend too much time on himself other than keeping his facial hair groomed.
“Yutaka Yamai…with a nicely done fake ID.” She mumbled, pausing for a second. “That's probably the best I've seen.”
She made a note that his photo was just as ugly and unflattering as any officially issued license, including hers. Quickly she put it back, he still hadn't stirred.
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Yamai was conscious. He was just waiting. The smell of high end perfume as the person kicked his foot and bent down told him it was a woman. He sensed her kneel down, keeping still as her fingers, the tips soft, pressed into his neck.
Yamai let her reach into his breast pocket. With the intoxicating perfume; the sound of her voice made it hard to picture what she looked like, low and soft, but raspy as she mused over his ID. She leaned over him, the ends of her hair brushed over his cheek, tickling.
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“Hey, Scarecrow.” She called softly, tapping his gaunt cheek with the back of two fingers.
He then stirred. Despite his size he was quick, snatching her by the wrist, just tight enough where she couldn't worm away. Lurching up off his back he came nose to nose with her, Shasta felt her nose briefly tickle. Meeting his eyes directly, they looked a little worn, deep set with dark shadows under them. Yamai and sleep were estranged if she had to guess.
“You know Kasuga?” His voice was very deep and round, a little reedy; it rumbled in Shasta’s ears.
It's almost eighty degrees, is he sick? Spying a peacoat cast aside beside them that paired with his suit overtop a ribbed turtleneck. The thought of all that fabric made her itch. Shasta mentally picked him apart. His demeanor, neck length black hair he let hang in his face, his dogged stare. He could be bad news.
“I know you can speak, little sister. Heard you when you came in.”
Shasta swallowed, keeping her nerves and temper in check.
“He's a friend of my cousin’s. I saw him leaving just now like there was fire on his heels.”
She watched his tongue run along the inside of his mouth in front of his bottom teeth, deciding if she was telling the truth. All she could do is be calm and wait.
Yamai gazed at her, her jet black eyes in the low lamp light glittered. She was pretty with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, beauty marks scattered on her face. Thick, well-groomed brows bent into a bit of a scowl. She didn't take her eyes off him and she didn't cower away from him.
“Do I know you?” He asked absently. Something about her face struck him as familiar.
Sizing her up; petite but buxom, her chest raised calmly with each breath. Wearing a dusty pink short sleeved turtle neck tucked into high waisted light wash jeans. She had curvy hips that were brought to attention by the thin white belt at her slimmer waist. Casual but she reeked of class. Money.
But she looked familiar, something about her was like a memory.
Yamai wondered how a woman like her would know a yakuza, and one who inadvertently spearheaded the ending of the two largest clans in Japan.
“We’ve never met.” She replied curtly. Her mouth; full and rosy blush colored, naturally set into a frown. Her head tilted down and in slightly, trying to ease her wrist from his long fingers without seeming desperate.
Yamai caught a glint by her right ear. The tips of her ears stuck out from her silky faux blonde bob. He let go of her wrist and nonchalantly moved her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Brassy gold hoops that hugged the lobe, with a connecting ring that held a pear cut yellow diamond. It caught the light and sparkled, almost dripped from her lobe.
“Your fuzzball friend cost me a lot of money. How much do these go for?” He asked, flicking the jewel with the pad of his forefinger.
Yamai fixed his gaze back to center away from her ear, fingers still lazily teasing her. She licked her lips before she spoke feeling a bit like a prize the way he leered at her like a crow to something shiny. Shasta couldn't help but flush as he continued to play with her ear.
“...As a pair they're 45k, so half that. I imagine not a single one of your lackeys has ever made you that much…except maybe that kid with the glasses by the door, he's cute.” She replied calmly, tone certifiably bitchy.
“Mama?” Mamoru interrupted them.
“I told you to stay outside, honey.” She called back.
Yamai watched her expression flit to panic for just a split second, but she never took her eyes away from Yamai.
He could feel her body wind up. Every muscle torqued and ready to fight if he decided to divert his attention to her kid. Just the two of them, she’d been letting him lead. Now she was going to strike if need be.
“But Mama, you’ve been inside for–”
“Mamoru!” Her voice with its rasp was harsh, putting her son in his place.
She's a fighter.
Saying nothing, Yamai popped the latch of her earring with his first finger and slowly slipped it through the soft tissue of her earlobe and into his hand. He watched her eyes cast down, lashes obscuring her eyes, watching him rolling the stone in his palm with his thumb. Her face gave nothing away as she watched his hand.
Guess she wouldn't care, they're probably insured.
“Go.” Ticking his head back towards the open door.
“What, you don't want the other?” She asked, eyes cutting back up to him. He scoffed, he liked her prissy attitude.
“I’ll come find you if I change my mind.” He snarked back.
Shasta gave him one last long look before pushing off her knees and onto her feet. Her face rocked dangerously close to his. Yamai felt her breath breeze past his cheek and another waft of her perfume hit his nose. It wrapped around him for a moment and then was gone. He swallowed the weird unidentifiable twinge of emotion.
Without another word she moved past his men, bonking the one she had called cute in the head as she went.
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Yamai got to his feet, and cleared the room to the door, also giving Tomizawa a knock in the head. Tomizawa balled himself up and held his head tight, groaning loudly.
Yamai skulked out of the room and watched Shasta walk quickly down the street, holding her son's hand while she texted someone with the other. The boy had a mop of curly black hair. He looked up to his mother, talking to her, still within ear shot.
“Mama, who were those guys? Why did they leave the door open? That's not safe.”
She looked from her phone to him and squeezed his hand, giving him a smile. “Those guys were up to mischief.” A bit of humor in her voice.
“So they’re bad?”
Yamai staring after her so hard Shasta turned, eyes meeting at a distance. The smile she gave the kid was still in place for a split second that hammered right through Yamai. Again a memory he didn't have that faded along with her smile.
She blinked and turned back to Mamoru.
“No, baby. Not everyone who does a bad thing is bad.”
The boy thought about it before nodding. “Okay. So where is Wakaba’s friend?”
Yamai just barely heard the ping of her phone. “That…is what I am about to find out…” Trailing off as she sent another text.
Walking around the corner out of sight, Yamai couldn't hear the rest. She had a cold snobby air about her and a bitchy expression. But she was classy. To Yamai she was reminiscent. The diamond earring was warmed in his hand, rolling it between his fingers, a shiver ripped viciously down his spine.
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Walking down the avenue with Mamoru, she rolled through her contacts. Down to the J’s she called out.
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In Chicago a cell phone angrily buzzed on a desk. Jay Halstead was fried. It was going on two in the morning. His fair, freckled skin had a chill from being tired. He had been zoning out watching snow flurries dance in the windows. He grimaced at his phone, wondering who could possibly be calling him.
Jay had drawn the short straw and was stuck drawing up the DD5s on their latest case. The cold quiet made him all the more tired and the coffee he brewed tasted like shit. If he had thought about it, he'd have brought better from home. But he was so confident that he'd get to go home at a reasonable hour.
He scratched his jaw, feeling the day growing in as he turned over his phone and saw Shasta’s name flash on the face.
“C’mon.” He complained, answering. “Hawaii sucks that bad you have to call me?”
Shasta wrinkled her nose. “You answered so you're worse off than I am, it seems. Can you ping a phone for me, please?”
“You’ve been in Hawaii for like, what, two seconds? How are you already working?”
The dry humor of the young detective made her roll her eyes, she could picture his snarky expression, those big blue eyes bright.
“I’m not trying to, but of course, I stepped into something.” She rattled off the number to Jay.
“Uh-huh!” He chirped sarcastically, quickly waking up his computer, and pulling up the proper software. “I got an…Ichiban Kah-soo-gah..?”
“Not quite, but you tried. Does it show where he is?” Shasta asked.
“Guy pinged a cell tower heading west on Aloha St.”
“Thank you, Jay.” Ready to end the call.
No way he was going to let her off the phone without giving her a hard time.
“Shas, you gotta bring me back something cool, or I’ll be totally put out. I- I might even die if I don't get cool swag–” Feigning hard his impending doom.
“Goodbye, Jay–” Promptly she hung up on him.
Shasta sighed, slipping her phone into her back pocket. Mamoru looked up at his mother and smiled, a coy smile. He was waiting for his mother to explain properly.
Shasta let go of his hand and put her arm around his shoulders and hugged him to her.
“It's probably nothing, baby.”
Despite her words; Shasta had a feeling that there was a lot more than Ichiban pissing off a small group of small-time shitkickers.
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Dug out of a box he carelessly tossed CDs and DVDs that sat in the corner or his room. It wasn't the original. That one was vinyl and was still in his childhood bedroom.
That is if his older sister didn't shitcan everything he had left behind when he left home.
It was vivid in his mind. Yamai could see himself, that gangly, homely preteen. He remembered that his arms and legs had ached like hell all that summer from a growth spurt. He was passing a little record shop and in the window an album cover had caught his attention.
The record was a bait and switch. It had the clear look of an indie pop album; a young girl, maybe a few years older than he was, with a smile that rotted the teeth. It was so sweet, too sweet. The girl had mostly straight teeth, canines top and bottom a little crooked. The top of her gums visible as she beamed. She was standing in a sunlit field, shielding her eyes from the sun, long black hair swept up in a heavy breeze looking directly at you. Her ears stuck out, adding to her darling charm. She wore a sleeveless denim dress with a floral sailor collar.
The music was pure unbridled anger. The heavy chug of guitars, deep moody bass, drums that if you pressed your headphones hard enough to your head it threw your heartbeat off. The woman was a singer with a smoky siren allure but could startle with gut wrenching growls. It was everything a bratty teenage boy could want.
But it was the girl on the sleeve who pulled Yamai in. He jumped another kid to steal his allowance to buy that record. He had beat the kid bloody to get what he wanted. He had to have it. That girl with her goofy ears and smile wooed him for years until he was an adult.
Yamai found the CD and sat on the edge of his bed, staring hard at the disc cover. His teenage muse was still as beautiful as ever. When CDs came out the booklet had more pictures that didn't make the final cut. He hadn’t really looked at the booklet, he had merely seen the album in a second hand shop here in Honolulu and picked it up without thinking about it. He had been moved purely by nostalgia. A time where life wasn’t frigid and didn’t suck shit.
Thumbing through it there was no doubt about it. Her body was a little different, hips and breasts fuller from age and childbirth. Her jaw was a little softer, crows feet from scowling. But there was no mistaking the placement of the moles on her face. The flare of her ears that made them peek through her hair. One of the pages the girl wasn’t smiling, just her face at rest. That natural downturn of her mouth at the corners.
The woman in the hotel room was this same girl.
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You walk out of the health food store with your breakfast burrito, it has cinder rocks in it and the tortilla is horribly burned and made out of a flour you can't describe, it cost $10 and is a little smaller than your hand. Outside the store is where you see her. She's holding papers in her paws. You try to avoid eye contact but she locks on to you like a rabbit in the snow. "Aloha!!" she says as she approaches you. "I'm collecting signatures for my petition to ban vaccinations for keiki"
You politely wave your paw, no thank you. "Just take a flyer! Think about it, there's a QR code at the bottom that will take you to my website!" She pushes it into your paws like a bullet from a gun. "My given name is Lisa but I changed it to Leilani when I moved to the islands"
You try to explain that you have a headache and get into your Animal Jam Red Sports Car but she physically blocks the door. "A Headache?" she reaches into her fur. she pulls out a small vial. It is a DoTERRA Lavender Essential Oil bottle. "I sell these, they're great for headache! This one is $80." You jump on top of the car and swing inside through the passenger side door but she is already sitting inside your car. "I noticed you bought carrots, do you know how much sugar is in carrots?" she starts the car. You don't know how she got your keys. She hands you a brownie made from butternut squash, sesame seeds, cashews and DoTERRA Hawaiian Sandalwood Essential Oil.
She explains that yesterday she had to call the cops because a family tried to come to the park near her house at 6:30 when the park closes at 6:00, although she thinks the police still discriminate against her for being being an arctic wolf. She hit everyone at her subdivision board meeting with her car last week and got banned from the facebook group so she's started a new one. She has her lawyer at the top of her contacts list. She wants to put a fence around the park to stop people from picking up the liliko'i that falls on the ground. She's worried that her neighbor's chickens are going to bring down the value of her 5 vacation rentals.
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"Have you heard of Crypto?"
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On November 15th, 1972, Elvis played the 15 000 seat Long Beach Civic Arena, for the second of two nights. The show was captured in an audience recording.
The Long Beach Press-Telegram;
"…He’s the King and even if he seemed a little bored with the audience; his routines trite, painfully coached and contrived, he was still good. Gone is the sneer. Gone, the gyrating hips - tucked neatly into a girdle cinch which he wore underneath a white jumpsuit with the silver studs and garish gold belt. Gone, too, is his wife. And Wednesday night, the King seemed a little bit melancholy, a little preoccupied with his own problems to really get into a dialogue with the audience… His voice is mature - grown rich with life. His smile is warm and magical…"
The Valley News;
"…Elvis Presley managed to present an inspiring performance last week at the Long Beach Arena despite lacklustre supporting acts and a distracting hard sell of his posters and records before the show and during intermission. He thrilled the 15,000-sell-out crowd with many of his early hits along with a few more recent songs… Elvis used everything in his bag of tricks including wildly swinging hips, exaggerated vocal style and even tossing several of his scarfs to the crowd. Still, despite the dramatics, Presley has a rock-gospel voice that can't be beat by any current singer. His showmanship only adds to the entertainment, helping to make Elvis concerts more than just a musical treat…Overall, Presley's portion of the show was quite enjoyable and was good enough to overcome the weakness of the concert package as a whole…"
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Marty Pasetta, an accomplished maker of entertainment and variety programmes for television, assigned by NBC to produce and direct the upcoming satellite TV special to be known as Aloha From Hawaii, was in town to get a feel for the performance before actually meeting with Elvis to discuss some set design and production matters. Pasetta found the concert musically strong but visually boring, not conducive to exciting television, that Elvis needed to move more on stage ('He stood there like a lump', Pasetta said in a later interview), and lose a little weight before the broadcast.
Having argued with a predictably belligerent Colonel Parker, Pasetta nervously presented his proposed stage and lighting designs during a slightly bizarre meeting with Elvis and some members of the Memphis Mafia, who wore sunglasses indoors and who prominently displayed their handguns. When Pasetta directly broached the tricky subject of Elvis’ weight, the excruciating tension dissolved into Elvis’ laughter, and a promise that he would do everything Pasetta asked of him to ‘make super magic for the tube, together’.
The tour concluded with three sold out shows at the Honolulu International Centre, Hawaii, on November 17th and 18th, where more details of the upcoming satellite show would be revealed. Elvis played just two more shows at the Long Beach Arena, with matinee and evening performances on April 25th, 1976.
(Tour information and reviews thanks to www.elvisconcerts.com)
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if u wanted to, how would u rank animal crossing soundtracks? (either one specific game or just like anything i honestly just wanna ask u about ur ac music opinions & thoughts :p)
thank you so much for the ask! i present to you...
My K.K. Slider Tier List
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i like all K.K. Slider songs so i ranked these based on how much i would like to listen to them outside of the game. so D tier does not mean i think they're bad songs.
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S+: K.K. D&B, K.K. Lovers, Drivin', K.K. Disco, K.K. Aria
S: K.K. Soul, K.K. Dub, K.K. House, K.K. Fusion, K.K. Bossa, K.K. Moody, K.K. Technopop, Animal City, Stale Cupcakes, K.K. Condor
A: Lucky K.K., K.K. Stroll, K.K. Birthday, K.K. Bubblegum, K.K. Lament, K.K. Groove, Soulful K.K., K.K. Chorale, K.K. Chorinho, K.K. Dixie, K.K. Sonata;
K.K. Milonga, K.K. Parade, The K. Funk, K.K. Flamenco, K.K. Khoomei, K.K. Polka, K.K. Waltz, K.K. Steppe, Comrade K.K., K.K. Mariachi, K.K. Casbah;
K.K. Faire, Spring Blossoms, Forest Life, DJ K.K.
B: Mountain Song, Hypno K.K., Surfin' K.K., Two Days Ago, Pondering, K.K. Rally, K.K. Calypso, K.K. Jazz, K.K. Jongara, K.K. Swing, K.K. Ska;
K.K. Étude, Café K.K., K.K. Fugue, K.K. Hop, K.K. March, K.K. Folk K.K. Metal, K.K. Bazaar, Chillwave, Neapolitan, Wandering;
My Place, Space K.K., K.K. Ragtime
C: K.K. Cruisin', K.K. Safari, K.K. Country, Agent K.K., K.K. Salsa, Mr. K.K., King K.K., K.K. Tango, Imperial K.K., K.K. Synth, Rockin' K.K.;
K.K. Ballad, K.K. Adventure, K.K. Rockabilly, K.K. Oasis, K.K. Mambo, K.K. Love Song, K.K. Reggae, K.K. Rock, I Love You, K.K. Island, Steep Hill;
K.K. Gumbo, Marine Song 2001, Welcome Horizons, Go K.K. Rider
D: Aloha K.K., Only Me, K.K. Western, K.K. Marathon, K.K. Samba, K.K. Slack-Key, K.K. Song, K.K. Bashment, K.K. Blues, K.K. Break, K.K. Lullaby;
K.K. Robot Synth, K.K. Dirge, Farewell, To the Edge
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Best K.K. Song Round 1 Results:
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Reminder that this is a DOUBLE ELIMINATION tournament, which means a song must lose twice to get knocked out. No songs have been eliminated yet except for Lullaby, because it lost to both Marine Song and Farewell in a three way poll. Tomorrow will be round 1 of the secondary bracket, which will be match ups between all the songs that lost this past round. The losers of the secondary bracket WILL be eliminated and sent to the worst K.K. song bracket, while the winners will still have a chance to be declared the best K.K. song.
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Animal City 86.5% / Mr. K.K. 13.5%
Spring Blossoms 81.5% / Fugue 18.5%
Disco 79.9% / Pondering 20.1%
Drivin' 79.1% / Safari 20.9%
Condor 78.9% / Oasis 21.1%
Two Days Ago 73.5% / Samba 26.5%
Steppe 71.5% / To the Edge 28.5%
D&B 71.3% / King K.K. 28.7%
Surfin' 71.1% / Dixie 28.9%
Salsa 71% / Khoomei 29%
Bubblegum 70.2% / Technopop 29.8%
Metal 69.1% / Swing 30.9%
Robot Synth 69% / Sonata 31%
Cruisin' 68.8% / Jazz 31.2%
Chillwave 67.5% / Aria 32.5%
Gumbo 67.1% / Reggae 32.9%
Bossa 66.6% / Waltz 33.4%
Stale Cupcakes 66.4% / Soul 33.6%
My Place 66% / Mariachi 34%
Ragtime 65.8% / Mountain Song 34.2%
Go K.K. Rider 65.2% / Chorinho 34.8%
Stroll 64.8% / Slack-key 35.2%
Wandering 64.6% / Blues 35.4%
Groove 64.5% / Bazaar 35.5%
Agent K.K. 63.6% / Parade 36.4%
Jongara 63.3% / Flamenco 36.7%
Love Song 63.2% / Soulful 36.8%
Space 63.1% / Milonga 36.9%
Steep Hill 62.9% / Hypno 37.1%
DJ K.K. 62.2% / The K. Funk 37.8%
Rockin' 61.6% / Ballad 38.4%
Fusion 60.3% / Moody 39.7%
Neapolitan 59.7% / Rally 40.3%
House 58.7% / Bashment 41.3%
Lament 57.9% / Folk 42.1%
Only Me 57.7% / Hop 42.3%
Break 57.3% / I Love You 42.7%
Tango 56.9% / Adventure 43.1%
Western 56.8% / Étude 43.2%
Dub 56.1% / Casbah 43.9%
Rockabilly 54.4% / Mambo 45.6%
Lovers 54.4% / Lucky K.K. 45.6%
Faire 53.4% / Calypso 46.6%
March 52.6% / K.K. Song 47.4%
Isalnd 52.3% / Imperial 47.7%
Rock 52% / Comrade 48%
Welcome Horizons 51.5% / Café 48.5%
Polka 51.4% / Marathon 48.6%
Chorale 51.3% / Country 48.7%
Dirge 50.9% / Birthday 49.1%
Synth 50.6% / Aloha K.K. 49.4%
Forest Life 50% / Ska 50% (less than 0.1% in Forest Life's favour)
Three way poll:
Marine Song 2001 47.2% / Farewell 27.3% / Lullaby 25.5%
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pain-suffering-even · 1 year ago
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various headcanons that i forgot aren't actually canon pt. 2
the americans (thomas, christopher, and laura), plus china (zhigang) and germany (lennart)
Thomas, Christopher, and Laura are childhood/middle school friends
Laura would always bring home stray cats and dogs
Lennart and Thomas become friends when Lennart asks for help with an S rank gate that spawned in Germany
Lennart isn't super close with Christopher, since him and Thomas tend to swing between being best friends or mortal enemies every week, but Lennart thinks he's nice
Christopher visits Europe a lot, since he's partially retired, so they get closer then as Lennart shows him around
Zhigang is usually too busy to hangout with Thomas or Christopher, but whenever the Annual Guild Conference is around, they tend to dedicate that week to hanging out
Christopher hates any mention of Kamish. Thomas doesn't care and thinks Christopher needs to get over himself. Hence their strained relationship
Zhigang is most definitely traumatized but works too hard to notice
Lennart wasn't part of Kamish, but did participate in the cleanup team. That's where he first met Zhigang and Christopher. Thomas was too busy recovering, so he never got to meet him
Hwang Dongsu gets on Laura's nerves, but Thomas usually steps in if he's eyeing her a little too creepily that day
After becoming friends, the group decided to attend the Annual Guild Conference dressed up with a theme. They've done pink (Barbie-esque), Aloha Shirts (wonder who came up with that one), emo/punk/goth, and the latest, Disney Princesses (Lennart loves Disney movies). There isn't much anyone can do to stop them. Even Laura participates
Thomas disregards a lot of his guild leader duties to steal Christopher and Laura and go on roadtrips. Sometimes, they go visit Europe to see Lennart
Zhigang basically never leaves China, being a hardcore workaholic, so they always have to plan to go see them on their birthday and for the holidays, etc
Thomas has a custom aloha shirt, except it's made to withstand S rank attacks. He used the Scavenger Guild budget money on it. As a tax write off. Laura wishes she could be mad but she's impressed he thought of such a thing
Christopher is scarred from Kamish due to seeing Thomas almost die from tanking attack after attack for him. He almost died. It sparks an argument, where Christopher leaves the Scavenger Guild, and their frenemies relationship begins
Once, Thomas sneaks up on Christopher and scares the ever loving shit out of him. Christopher accidentally sets the room on fire and sets off the fire alarm and emergency sprinklers. The entire building has to be evacuated
Thomas does the same thing (sneaking up on someone) to Lennart and his screech is priceless
They joke about putting a bell on Thomas, like they do with cats, just to be aware of where they are in the room. Laura is really, seriously considering it, because despite Thomas being 10 feet tall and built like a fridge, he can be quiet when he wants to be
Lennart casually mentions he has four sisters, and his first job was being a hairdresser in his village in Germany. This leads to him finally dealing with the mess that is Thomas' curly and knotted up hair
Zhigang got into university on a baseball scholarship, before all the awakenings happened. This is why they tend to swing their sword... like a baseball bat. And instinctively swing whenever they see an object flying at them. Thomas has recreated the game fruit ninja in real life using this information
Lennart started learning Chinese, because despite him knowing about three other languages, Chinese isn't one of them. This leads to the two of them having conversations that Thomas can't listen to, and it drives him insane (it's usually Lennart complimenting Zhigang, and then Zhigang compliments Lennart, etc etc)
Laura threatens to retire early whenever Thomas gets on her nerves a little too much and it always worries the entire Scavenger Guild, because she's kind of the only reason they're functioning. Thomas would solo too many gates on his own if it weren't for her
Lennart is one of the most put-together and polite hunters out there, but even he struggles not decking Dongsu in the face when he drops casual comments about his and Laura's physique in front of his face
Thomas has a lot of other S rankers in his guild from various other countries. He isn't very well liked, since he's "stolen" so many of them, like with Dongsu, but he doesn't mind (the trend started after Christopher left, when he no longer had a vice, or a sparring partner that could withstand his attacks. He's looking for a replacement, in a way, but it never feels right)
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zoeykallus · 2 years ago
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Hello!
First or all, I hope you are doing fine and having a wonderful day✨. There's something I truly like about your blog, and it is that you always try to do it the most respectful that you can, it says a lot 🙌. I really love and enjoy your work; specially your headcanons, I think you've nailed the way the boys would be 💕. By the woul like to know if i can be added to your tag list 🥺.
I wasn't sure about doing this request, but i really got stuck the idea. I was wondering If you could write something about HunterxFReader (angst/smut), taking as reference that scene in The Proposal (with Sandra bullock and Ryan Reynolds) when they crash and fall to the ground, after she comes out of the bathroom 😂.
Sorry if I made a mistake in my writing, I'm not a native speaker 😅.
Aloha!
Thank you so much for your kind words! Much appreciated!😊💗 Added you to the tag list a little while ago when I first read you ask. I read them all right when I get them. The requests itself I have to work through from bottom to top, though, cause there are a lot of requests still waiting to be done. But finally, today, I made it to where your request was waiting. So sorry for the long wait!
Ah, yes, I know that movie, let me give this a try and my own little twist 😁
Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You
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Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Angsty/Sexual Content/18+
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Hunter is assigned to be your bodyguard for a while. It seems like you and Hunter don't get along at all. He is a clone soldier, and you are a senator's daughter. You both succumb to your preconceptions of each other, which causes some friction. But quite unexpectedly, you get snowed in at the shelter you're hiding in for the duration of the mission. In a confined space with little privacy and dependent on each other, shreds fly at first, but ultimately so do sparks of unexpected affection.
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Hunter was angry and stressed, being snowed in with you was the last thing he needed right now. The speeder was on the fritz, just wouldn't start, it was too cold, the next supply shuttle wasn't coming for at least two weeks, and you two kept clashing.
"I can't stand that woman," he growls as he spreads after shave balm on his cheeks and chin.
He had just showered in the only bathroom you shared in the cabin, and shaved. His eyes wandered over the thousand vials, jars, and other paraphernalia you had spread out there. Hunter couldn't understand at all why you needed so many cosmetics. In his eyes you were a pretty if annoying girl, all that stuff didn't make it any better or worse.
"Unnecessary nonsense," he grumbles to himself, "What is all this stuff?"
Annoyed, he pushes aside a few of your cosmetics with a sigh to make room for his few utensils.
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When you wake up, it is still very early. It is dark outside, but the moonlight illuminates the perfectly white world outside.
You sigh, tired and annoyed. The weather has thrown a wrench in your plans, you were actually going to another safe house where you would have had more space and privacy, but thanks to the snow, you are now stuck here.
It's quiet in the cabin, except for the low hum of the heater, nothing can be heard.
You guess that Hunter is still asleep on the sofa in the living room. You half-wrap your naked body in the bedspread and swing yourself off the mattress, making your way to the bathroom.
It happens too fast for your tired mind to react. The door of the bathroom opens right in front of you, before you even touch it. Along with a cloud of warm, humid air that smells of Hunter's aftershave balm, Hunter steps out of it and right into you.
You collide, Hunter, who is also completely surprised, steps on the much too long blanket you have wrapped around yourself, which then slips away from you. You become entangled in the blanket and in each other in an attempt to keep your balance. In the end, you both fall, you backwards and Hunter forwards on top of you.
Hunter fortunately catches most of his weight on his hands and arms. Lying over you, he stares at you, and you stare back.
The towel he has tied around his hips has half come loose and hangs down on him.
"You're naked," he notes, a little perplexed.
"So are you."
For a brief moment, there is absolute silence and your thoughts are racing. Finally, you growl at him, "Get off me!"
Hunter hastily stands up, dropping the towel completely to the floor by accident, and he stands naked in front of you as you scramble up with the blanket. You can't help but stare at him. He's incredibly well-built, hard muscles standing out under his tanned, tattooed skin. Your gaze drifts down, and you can't help it, the words just slip over your lips, "Woah, not bad."
Hunter raises his brows and looks at you, puzzled. As you realize what you just did and said, you feel your face get hot.
A smirk suddenly appears on his lips, instead of reaching for the towel and covering himself, Hunter crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at you challengingly.
"What was that?"
"I said nothing," you say, startled.
Hunter doesn't let you off the hook so easily, though.
"Oh yes you did, you said something while staring at my naked body".
Defiantly, you look at him and say, "Put something on."
Hunter laughs softly, "That's not even close to what you said"
The heat just won't leave your cheeks and you stare strained into his face, trying not to stare at his body again. He just stands there, doesn't even try to pick up the towel to cover himself. You blink, not quite able to grasp what's going on. The smile on his lips is adorable, everything about him is suddenly incredibly attractive.
In your mind you call yourself a fool, convinced that his beautiful body has befuddled your mind. Slowly, Hunter reaches out to you, grabbing a corner of the blanket you have wrapped around you.
"Shouldn't we maybe even out the circumstances?"
Very gently he's tugging at the blanket, it's not urgent, more questioning and maybe a little challenging.
"You want to see me naked?" you ask softly.
He shrugs slightly, his smile almost shy as he says, "Wouldn't that be fair?"
"I guess," you reply, letting go of the fabric, whereupon he pulls it off your shoulders and the blanket slides to the floor.
Your heart pounds hard in your chest as you watch his gaze travel down your naked body. His expression changes, surprise is in it, a certain fascination and dreaminess. You don't even begin to guess how much he likes what he sees.
"Gods, you are beautiful"
His hand still hovers close to your shoulder, where he has pulled down the fabric of the blanket, as if frozen in his pose.
On impulse, thinking back to the last few days of you and him arguing and bitching, you say, "Too bad we hate each other."
He blinks, looks at your face and says seriously, "I don't hate you".
"We haven't really been getting along in the last few days."
Hunter says quietly, "That still doesn't mean I hate you. Do you really hate me?"
You shake your head.
"No, you've been bugging me, with your snappy military ways and all your rules…. but I don't hate you."
Hunter shows you his gentle smile again and says, "Those rules exist to protect you, not to annoy you."
Basically, you know that, of course, but you don't like being bossed around, and Hunter is used to applying the commanding tone.
He clears his throat, licks his lips, and you can see that he's thinking things over and weighing them up.
"I shouldn't look at you like that, but I don't want to stop either," he finally says quietly.
"Like what?"
He takes a deep breath before saying, "Desirous. It's not my place, and in fact it breaks several rules imposed on me"
Bolder than you actually feel, you counter him, "We're alone, snowed in, for a few more days. If you don't tell anyone, then I won't tell anyone."
Hunter sighs, "You shouldn't tempt me."
"Why not?" you ask curiously.
"Because I actually want a lot more than just to look at you. That statement is like an invitation"
He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but he doesn't touch you.
"I want to smell you, taste you, feel you."
When you look into his eyes, they are very dark, almost black, his pupils widely dilated.
"Through your senses you can already smell me, can't you?"
He nods and says in a smoky voice, "Yes, I smell among other things that the thought of being touched by me pleases you, at least your body reacted immediately to my words"
Startled, you press your thighs together as if to prevent him from smelling your arousal. He smirks, his gaze twitches briefly to your thighs, then back to your face. Of course, your reaction has not escaped him.
"That thing you're trying to hide from me right now is exactly what I'd like to taste".
Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, your heart leaps, and even more heat spreads through your body. Hunter tilts his head, his face comes very close to yours, then your lips touch. First the touch is gossamer, gentle, then testing, curious, demanding. His tongue glides once over your lips, his lips close to yours he whispers, "Let me in mesh'la".
You don't think about it, your mouth opens, and his tongue immediately goes in playful search of yours. The first velvety collision is like fireworks. Your hands that previously hung uselessly at your sides greedily grab his shoulders, seeking contact. Feeling his broad, bare, muscular shoulders under your fingers is almost unbelievable at first. The heat that lurks under his skin passes over to you. His arms wrap around your body and slowly, as he kisses you, he pushes you back to the bed.
The back of your knees bump against the bed, and you almost fall, but Hunter holds you, gently lowering you onto the sheet and climbing over you. Hovering over you, leaning on his arms, he says softly, "Tell me if I go too far, Mesh'la."
Your first thought is that this man can't go too far at all, you are completely taken in by him, wanting to feel everything.
"I want more"
Hunter smiles.
"Good girl" he purrs.
He engulfs you in another heated kiss as your naked bodies lie pressed together on the bed. When he pulls away from the kiss, you're a little dizzy, the excitement, your pulse, your breathing.
Hunter kisses your neck, "Relax, Mesh'la, don't pass out on me yet."
You take a deeper breath, collect yourself, then feel his lips move down your body. Along your shoulder, to your breastbone and the mounds of your breasts. Playfully, he sucks a nipple between his lips and lets his tongue do a delicate dance on it, getting faster and faster.
You moan and your legs open automatically, expectant in desire and pleasure for more of him.
He keeps whispering to you, "Such a good girl, look at you, so beautiful, so willing. I will reward you, sweet Mesh'la".
He travels further down, from your breasts to your belly and slowly further and further, to your open thighs. His gaze drifts upward and meets yours.
"Can I have a taste?"
His hands slide to your thighs and grasp, holding them a little farther apart. Just feeling the strength in his hands makes your juices gather in your pussy.
"Yes, please," you say softly, to which Hunter smiles slyly at you.
His face hovers over your pussy. He takes a deep, shaky breath, closes his eyes, and opens them again. He seems to be in a trance as he places a gentle kiss directly on your swollen pearl, eliciting a small whimper from you. Shortly after, he drags his tongue through your folds, from top to bottom, several times, finding your heated, sensitive entrance and slowly sliding his tongue in circles inside you.
Your mouth drops open and a hoarse, long moan comes from your lips, louder than you expected, but as you put your hands in front of your mouth in shock, he lets go of you and says, "Let me hear you, Mesh'la, don't hold back, no one can hear you here but me."
Slowly you put your hands back down, letting out a moan of arousal as he drills his tongue into you quite abruptly with much more eagerness than before. His tongue is deft, strong and fast, you haven't experienced anything like it before. Your breathing gets faster and faster as he tongue fucks your pussy.
Your hands grip the sheet and tug at it, looking for stability.
A soft curse comes over your lips as he takes one hand off your thighs, his fingers find your clit and begin to stroke and massage it as his tongue continues to lick out your pussy, twitching through your cleft again and again.
Your body glows with arousal, your thighs begin to tremble, your moans and breaths quicken. Hunter hums softly, pleased with your reaction, he knows he has you ready in a moment. With a hoarse cry, your climax rolls over you, radiating from your center to your toes and hairline, as your pussy twitches around his tongue and your clit pulses violently under his fingers.
Hunter gently works you through your orgasm until it ebbs and finally lets go of you, climbing back over you, upward, until your faces are back at the same height. As he kisses you, you smell and taste yourself on him.
Breathing heavily, he finally leans his forehead against yours. His hard cock rests on your pubic, twitching impatiently every now and then. You can feel how much he pulls himself together, how much strength it costs him to hold back. Very slowly, very gently, after a while he begins to rub his swollen length over your pubic.
"I know I shouldn't ask for this," he says breathlessly, "But would you be willing to go further?"
You don't hesitate for a second.
"Yes, I'd love to."
Hunter's eyes widen, surprise, relief and pure lust are in his expression. You already know this is a night you won't forget.
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