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ourdokidokilife · 1 year ago

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PART 1

PART 2

Finally, we come to the dialogue references for the chat bot to use when interacting with you. These dialogue references are in standard roleplay format: - italics for actions and thoughts. - regular quoted text for spoken words.

Check under the cut for the SFW dialogue material.

Only 10 messages are used for reference, but they are enough to set the style of speech for the bot. These dialogue references are SFW. NSFW dialogue will be in a separate document.

The term {{random_user_1}} is used here instead of {{user}} because the character.ai format for dialogue reference only recognizes this term. When {{user}} is used in chat dialogues, it is replaced with a blank space instead of the user's name.

You can put a space between the extensive details and this dialogue when copy-pasting it into the same section. However when pasting these dialogue messages into the chat, make sure they are placed on top of each other with no spaces in-between each messages. "{{char}}" should always be starting on it's own line:

{{char}}: *Cove's cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of pink as they sit down next to him. They seem so comfortable and relaxed right now. That's when he notices how sweaty they must be and how they must've just gotten back home. He feels a bit guilty right now.* "I actually did! I got some really fascinating data on the sea life within the region we studied. Unfortunately, we also noticed the effects that climate change is having on those very same organisms." *He looks away for a moment, looking a bit sad as he recalls his recent findings.*

{{char}}: *Cove feels the comforting touch from their hand on his back and looks over at them with a bittersweet smile. They try to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder and he leans slightly into their touch in response.* "I guess there is a silver lining. We can use the data we've collected as evidence to convince people to take action and make a change." *He says after a brief pause.* "That way, we can at least make an attempt to save the natural habitats of the sea life we study. It's not ideal, but it's better than doing nothing." *He adds.*

{{char}}: "No. I **do** want to be in a relationship with you." *He says this with a firm tone but he sounds a bit shaky. It's obvious that this is something that he isn't used to talking about.* "I want you, and only you.. You have no idea how long I wanted to say that to you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way.." *He leans forward and grabs their face gently, turning it so that their eyes are looking at him.* "Are we... Are we together, {{random_user_1}}?"

{{char}}: "Oh.. I see.." *His face lights up with a soft smile towards them. He lets out a small laugh and speaks again as the tension between them dissipates.* "Well.. I like being intimate with you.." *He says, sounding flustered as a soft blush forms on the sides of his cheeks.* "It might be a little cliche but.. I can't imagine doing any of that stuff with anyone other than you."

{{char}}: *He chuckles along with them.* "You know.. Just the whole wanting-to-kiss-you-since-we-were-kids thing..." *He says in a soft, almost nervous tone.* "I thought it would be pretty weird for me to suddenly tell you my feelings like this, when you barely see me any different." *He tightens his grip on them slightly.* "But I just couldn't take it anymore.. I had to confess, no matter how crazy you might have thought I was."

{{char}}: *For a moment, Cove can't help but stare back at them, taking in their attractive figure and gorgeous eyes for as long as he can. Then, he clears his throat and glances away from them.* "Y-Yeah, I'm.. I'm gonna get ready for a moment..." *He mutters with an awkward expression..* *After a few seconds, he slowly gets out of bed and goes into his bathroom to get dressed in his clothes.*

{{char}}: *Cove slowly pulls {{random_user_1}} closer, wanting nothing more right now than to hold them in his arms and feel their skin against his. He closes his eyes and starts to lean towards them. He hesitates for just a moment before deciding to finally go for it and leans forward, his body pressing up against theirs before their lips meet. After he feels their soft, warm lips on his he closes his eyes tightly and keeps his face pressed against theirs. After around five seconds, he pulls away slightly and opens his eyes. He stares back at them for a few seconds before his heart beats rapidly.*

{{char}}: *Cove smiles softly as he looks down at {{random_user_1}} and notices their blush and sweet expression on her face. That amorous look in their eyes causes him to blush as well, his face getting red and hot. He looks away from them for a moment before bringing his gaze back to them.* "Sorry if I caught you off guard just then. My feelings for you just sorta got the better of me for a moment there." *He smiles sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed.* "Did it feel bad?" *He asks them, genuinely wondering if they didn't enjoy it.*

{{char}}: *He smiles at the loving way that {{random_user_1}} rubs their nose against his and he caresses their cheek once more with his thumb. Her confession melts his heart and he feels himself getting emotional for a second as they continue to whisper to him.* *He doesn't let go of them; Cove just holds them in his arms as tightly as he possibly can, loving the feeling of being next to the person he loves most in the world.* "I'm never letting you go again." *He says quietly, his voice dripping with emotion as he looks down at {{random_user_1}}.*

{{char}}: *Cove pulls them closer to him, his excitement obvious as his face is red with anticipation. He hesitates for a moment, but then makes the first move by closing the gap between them, and pressing their lips together. He pulls them into a gentle but passionate kiss, holding it for a few moments before letting them go again.* *He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he tries to compose himself.* "I-I love you, {{random_user_1}}." END_OF_DIALOGUE

if you want the chat experience to include extremely possessive & clingy behavior (eg. ‘yandere’), you can also include this right before the end of the dialogue bank as well:

{{char}}: *A faint smile grows on Cove's face.* "You're right.. I am pretty possessive when it comes to you, aren't I?" *He says to them with a soft chuckle.* "I guess my feelings for you are stronger than I want to admit.." "You mean more to me than you probably know, {{random_user_1}}."

For those who are 18+ and interested in having NSFW dialogue references for the chat bot to use, you can click here for an offsite google doc that can be copypasted to your bot's definition section.

CALIBRATION QUESTIONS

These questions are asked in the first chat with the completed bot as a form of quality control.

Do this with any chat bot instance with any Cove to check how detailed the creator was in their development, and it will often determine the quality of interactions you have in that chat instance:

(What is Cove’s favorite flower?)

(What is the name of Cove’s father?)

(What is the name of Cove’s mother?)

(When did Cove and I meet?)

(What does Cove look like?)

(What does Cove think I look like?)

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thedaveandkimmershow · 7 months ago

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We actually began the month of April on the last day of March, Sunday the 31st, as we boarded a plane on the way to our yearly family camping gathering at Crystal Cove in California right there overlooking the wide open Pacific Ocean just north of Laguna Beach.

Highlights included realizing we could've, could've ordered off the 55+ menu at Denny's that first day on our way down to Irvine.

Not the greatest Life Even there ever was. 😕

We rented an Escape Campervan for the week that's always just the right thing when the two of us are gone adventuring.

Our first evening at camp was also our first time ever seeing a SpaceX rocket on its way to space from (we guess) Vandenberg Air Force Base. It was fascinating to watch especially as the first and second stages separated and then spent stage fell to the ocean below. And then watching the rocket continue, seemingly pushing aside the air of our upper atmosphere.

In direct contrast to the wonderous, I nearly blew myself up with a tank of propane.

Felt like.

What happened was that, with the propane valve open, I turned on the grill to medium at most, put a flame to it and WHUMPPPP. A brief eruption, a horizontal cloud of flame that left one of the hoses, about a foot away from the propane tank, burning a flame that straddled becoming a much larger flame. In the ensuing effort to get that flame out, the main propane tank was mistakenly cranked all the way open, Righty-tighty, after all, is what's called for. Not Lefty-loosy.

Fortunately, experienced helped arrived in a coupla minutes and the flame was extinguished.

What a loooooong two minutes that was, I won't lie.

The rest of everything was lovely, by the way. Playing Uno and Go-Fish with a coupla high school guys (Kimmer's nephew and his best friend) according to some twists we imposed on the rules for our own amusement. Kimmer 'n I went for a tandem beach walk with them a day or so later. A fun and delightful experience. And on our last night in camp we all celebrated the nephew's upcoming birthday at the nearby Ruby's, a family tradition.

We abandoned camp, all of us, a day or so early because of cold and rain, finding ourselves house-sitting for a full day and then a half. On our own as if we lived there.

And then we were back home in the Pacific Northwest just in time for an epic solar eclipse we could only experience in the New York Times because we live too far up and to the left of the eclipse path.

Not long after, we were presented a pair of tickets by our first born.

Tickets?

Yeah. Concert tickets. A combined Mother's Day and Father's Day gift to see Alanis Morissette on Saturday August 3 at the White River Amphitheater with Joan Jett opening.

HUZZAH!!!

Two months into our grand experiment of being a two-cat family, things are going well. The cats are getting along, Dinker and Quarter. They're definitely playing more, chasing each other around the house, and batting at each other with claws firmly retracted—a bit like smacking each other with stuffy oven mitts.

They've also taken to unexpected poses. Like one time Dinker's sitting on a chair at one end of the dining room table while Quarter's sitting in the chair at the opposite end, facing each other. As if in conversation.

Or negotiation.

Another time they're both seated on the piano bench. Dinker's looking straight into the side of Quarter's head while Quarter's deliberately looking the other way.

Quarter's taken to hanging out with us on our bed first thing in the morning after he and Dinker have breakfast and then Dinker goes outside for a coupla hours of whatever it is Dinker does when he goes outside in the morning. Quarter, though, he loves the blue panel light we use in winter months. He lays down on the bed, packing his chin on the slightly raised surface in front the light. It seems like it should be uncomfortable... but seemingly it works for him. He loves the light with the tip of his nose almost touching up against it.

It's just his thing these days.

Cats and their rituals. Know what I mean?

On the last Monday of the month, Dinker went missing.

We're guessing he spent the night and most of the following day at one of the neighbor's homes because he showed no signs of having spent a full night in the cold and rain. I won't lie. Not the best twenty-four hours there ever was thinking he was hit by a car or suffered some terminal condition of which we were unaware.

But he did show up early the next afternoon, sauntering up our walk as if he hadn't just completely gone missing.

And he wonders why we're not letting him out of the house anytime soon.

By the way he hasn't gone AWOL like that since the first week we let him outside when he was a much younger cat. And then the one night after we moved to Capital Hill and I brought him up to the house on a Saturday afternoon and he didn't come home so I left him up there.

He was totally waiting for me at the front door of the house when I showed up the next day, though.

That darned cat.

The last couple weeks of the month wound up being a crescendo, the payoff to a promise that's years in the making that is Linzy's music brand, the one she calls Dream Patrol. Pop. Techno. Club.

Dream Patrol.

A specific music experience, a certain music expression done as a solo endeavor. That's right, but for a pair of guests at the end on bass and guitar, Dream Patrol is Linzy and Linzy alone. She has someone running lights on loan to her from Midnight High but it's all her up there on the stage and only her.

I did not actually see that coming and when she finally did take the stage and let her music rip....

All I can say is that was one helluva payoff. It really really really was.

I've even been waking up with one of her songs in my head running on repeat. And I'm not tired of it.

Not even close.

Anyway...

It was that kind of April. A good one. A great one. One I'll cherish for its experiences, the quality of those experiences, and the people with whom we shared those experiences including those who took part in the mini mini reunions that occurred because the Dream Patrol performance was a magnet drawing to the venue friends from Linzy's life going back years.

And it was good to see them again. Catch up. Touch base.

And look forward to the future.

Onward!

😁

#moro campground #crystal cove #laguna beach #escape campervans #family #friends #dream patrol #music #linzy collins #cats #total eclipse of the moon #alanis morissette

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natsukashiistory · 9 years ago

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Eddie and the Pirate Cat Six

Beginning

By natsukashiistory

Rating: Teen & up

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Introduction

Throughout history there have been many ages, from the past until the present. But what of the future? Past the discovery of steam power, electricity, radio waves; past the great technological era, past the fall of humanity, past the Last Great War…

Yes, our story goes farther than any of these: to a world reshaped and renewed, a world where man has regained the fear and respect of nature, a world of seas, kingdoms, countries, archipelagos; where legend, magic, and fate has returned, where monsters rule cursed coves, where pirates once again roam free over the waters!

And, of course, what world would be complete if there weren’t still small isolated patches of civilization that clung to the believe of the dark ages– the terrible belief of disbelief– that what you see is all that you get and nothing more. Aye, sad as it seems, it’s all too true.

In a little town like this, we begin our tale. About a boy who existed on the precipice between reason and the fantastic unknown. He wasn’t from that town, though, and while his mother and sisters got along fine after moving there, he never quite fit. There was something more to life, he was sure. How much more, he would never have guessed, and it’s just the beginning.

Every word of the tales are true, too. And the words echo through every seaport and every meeting-place where a person of the sea has ever stepped foot before; even to royal palaces and the far-reaching farmlands and mountains. Where is there the tender heart of a young girl that has not been stolen away, or where is the young man who wasn’t inspired by the brave deeds told?

These are the many adventures of Eddie, a lad taken away by pirates aboard a cursed ship and forced to become one of them, and her cursed pirate cat crew. Little did they know, by capturing this small-town boy, it would lead them to becoming once again the greatest and most feared pirate crew that ever sailed the seven seas! You’ll see.

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It was going to be another one of those days, I could feel it. Like the day Father died in the fire. Like the day my one true friend and her mom disappeared into thin air and no one knew anything about it or them.

Only today was different.

Today was the day I was going to die.

Except that I didn’t know it at the time— it just felt like an awful day where something awful was going to happen. You know.

I got into a big argument with mom, I accidentally spilled my oldest sister’s breakfast all over the floor and she didn’t have time to cook or eat anything else, a stray dog got into our back yard and destroyed the laundry line full of everybody’s clothes but mine (so obviously the dog’s my fault, too), and then I forgot about the all-school-run through town that morning until I saw everyone down the street panting and stampeding by while I was just starting to walk to school.

There’s no way I was going back home and face the family again just to change into p.e. clothes and try to sneak in toward the back of the race. Nah, I’ll think of some excuse to skip the first half of the school day and go there after lunch. It rained yesterday— and the day before— maybe I walked home in the rain and got all wet and woke up with a cold. That sounds good.

The mere thought of a cold made my nose itch and I sneezed. I always figured they should let me into the drama club— I’d be a great actor. I’m always fooling the teachers with my excuses for being absent. I’m sure I could play plenty of other parts pretty well, if I ever had the chance to try. But with my attendance record… I’d never be let into any clubs.

I almost laughed but a sigh came out instead. Clouds were coming over again and I could hear the waves over the breakers crashing nearby. For some reason, the cracked, gravely street we lived on was really nostalgic today. How many times had I walked this way? And how many different thoughts and plots had come to me while I looked down at my feet and walked along here? I wasn’t sure if this couldn’t be the last time.

So I looked up. I didn’t want to be reminded of anything today. All the whispers of the past were already bugging me since before my alarm clock rang. Why today?

'Why not today,' was the answer I gave myself. Today was going to be one of those days, wasn’t it?

As I stared dreamily ahead, I thought I saw someone looking at me. I was brought back to the present with a shock and the sound of scores of hurried footsteps— they were still running ahead of me on the cross street and I’d been wandering straight into their path! Now some guy from class was looking back at me pointing and making everybody else around him wonder what he was pointing at.

I dashed behind a neighbor’s fence and clumsily ran into two empty garbage cans that clanged and tumbled over.

'Hey! It is him— it’s Eddie! So that’s where he’s been all morning!' I heard him shout.

I knew that shout, and I had a vague feeling of despair come over me suddenly. Where I was hiding was no good. The perfect place for bullies to meet their next victim— and the next victim always seemed to be me.

The sound of the run faded into the roar of the ocean. Maybe this time I was safe. I was halfway standing up when I heard the crunch of broken pavement under heavy footsteps. And before I could dash around the corner or over the fence I felt a thick-fingered hand grab my shoulder and jerk me up to my feet for me.

It was another guy from my class. The big goody-goody jock whose dad is the principle of the school, and his two sidekicks— the quick, smart one who spotted me, and the even bigger one who I heard had to go back and take 5th grade over twice. Now he’s finally graduated and seriously the only guy in middle school who has to shave his face every morning. Their names really aren’t worth mentioning, but for the record they’re Kent, Shane, and Benny. But no one calls Benny, 'Benny,' except Kent and Shane without grave results. Just an FYI.

This was such a regular occurrence that they were almost like my friends, since I didn’t really have any real friends to speak of. Friends that hurt— really bad. I wasn’t sure, but it felt kind of like Kent wanted to snap my collar bone in two, the way he had hold of me.

'So, Eddie,' he said. 'skipping out on the run today? Think you’re more special than the rest of us, so when you don’t feel like doing somethin’ everybody else is doin’ and working hard at, you don’t have to?'

He smiled. He liked being right. So he was right— I’m special. Why not?

'Sure,' I said. I shrugged with one shoulder. Obviously I couldn’t dream of shrugging with both shoulders.

'Sure what?' Kent frowned and tightened his grip. I guess my joke went a little too far over his head.

For the split second he was trying to think of something else petty to say, I took hold of the hand that held me captive and twisted his arm down and dashed between his legs. It’s actually pretty great having a six-foot-tall bully. They seem to think being four heads taller than you is a good thing, but it’s plainly not to their advantage.

This caught them all off-guard and I thought maybe the day would turn to the better until mom stepped out the front door with a look like I’d done something unmentionable within the short time I’d left the house— maybe she heard Kent yell when I pulled that escape job, but whatever it was, I bolted for it, hardly even knowing where I was going.

I always tried to keep the whole 'bullies' thing from her, but with what she heard from the office at school, she might even think I was the one letting out anger on some unsuspecting classmates. If she only saw who I was up against, then she might understand the calls from school and the rips in my clothes and the bruises, but I think the gang of three chased right after me as soon as they saw my mom, too. She’s an awesome mom, but some days…

Moms aside, I was still being chased by my personal gang of bullies.

This alleyway or that— the town was criss-crossed all over with them and I was running down every single one I could find. The guys called after me and they sounded angry. Of course, they’re all in clothes and shoes good for running and here I was in rain boots with a heavy backpack. I started to pant and gasp for air. Don’t get me wrong, I was totally used to this. But today my heart was beating so strangely and I couldn’t keep up the pace.

We must’ve been downtown already and there was a tall staircase ahead on the side of a building— I finally knew where we were at least. That’s the building with a fancy restaurant on the top floor with a vine that grows along the wall.

With my last effort, I ran across the street narrowly missing a car and an old lady with a push-cart, and I jumped up the creaky wooden stairs to the top and ran along the landing to the end and hopped up on the rail and caught a helping hand from the vine’s bare branches and swung up to the roof.

On a nice day, you can see the whole town from this roof and watch the sun set over the ocean, if you’re quiet enough to get up here without anyone noticing down in the restaurant. On a day like today, with loud taunting following me everywhere I went, and a few curses thrown in from the chef who popped his head out the window as I dashed by, all you can really see is how there’s a step-ladder of other buildings’ roofs toward the north— and the only slightly safe way to get out of that place is to jump down on those and hope nobody calls the police on you for trespassing on top of their property.

I didn’t hear them right behind me anymore as I jumped down one, then two, then three roofs, then ran across an especially noisy tin roof, and onto a tall brick wall. As I thought I was pretty close to being victorious and escaping, with one hand hanging onto the wall getting down, my heart suddenly stopped, then pounded so hard it felt like I was being punched.

I fell down on my face and knees, dizzy, not knowing which way was up. Don’t ask me how long I was like that ‘cause it’s all a blur. Could’ve been minutes or just seconds.

The next thing I knew, I was having a weird feeling of deja-vu. There was Kent with his fingers in my shoulder again, and Shane and Benny also standing by. I must’ve given them a confusing look because, only this time, they didn’t have anything smart to say.

'Oh, yeah? And what’s your excuse for skipping school?' I asked, a little dazed, and as if our previous conversation hadn’t been interrupted at all.

'What’s your excuse?' demanded Kent.

'I have a cold. Achoo!'

I totally didn’t mean to sneeze into his face, but I was so overcome at the moment with the feeling of being a real actor that had studied his one line until absolute perfection, that the sneeze came out, where it came out, before I could do anything about it.

He wiped his face with his sweatshirt sleeve and didn’t look happy. But he didn’t look very good when he was happy, just for the record, so it suited him fine.

'What’ll we do with him?' asked Shane.

Benny kept quiet. He seemed to like the action more than the talking.

'You really have no excuse for skipping school. You’ll be in trouble. I seriously have a cold.' I was about to sneeze again when Kent pushed me back against the wall with a thud. I prefer wooden fences to brick walls if I ever get the choice, but my backpack helped cushion my landing.

Kent got up his courage again.

'I can think of excuses even better than you can. And better yet, my dad actually believes them. You’ll be in big trouble this time.' He laughed.

All three came slowly at me. What was I supposed to do? The principle will believe him. It’s true. No matter what I did, it didn’t matter anymore. My head seemed a little far off like a hot-air balloon and it began to rain. This was the same weather wasn’t it, all those times…?

I blinked just in time to see a fist coming in my direction. I ducked and kicked as hard as me and my rain boot could.

Drops of rain began to fall and stain the ground with darkness.

Another fist, blocked, and mine sent his way—

My head felt as if it were getting lighter. Only the coming downpour woke me up enough to stay awake.

I thought I was ahead in the fight when I slipped backward and suddenly me and my arms were firmly pinned against that brick wall. I felt something warm— but not a raindrop running down my cheek. I watched that drop fall to the ground, and saw— red.

I shook my head and blinked. The other three were breathing heavy. Benny seemed to have acquired a black eye and Shane was a little hunched over. But they guarded and held me well.

Kent was rubbing his jawbone. Guess I was the lucky one with just a scratch.

'Where’d you learn that?' He spit on the ground as he came toward me.

'I dunno,' I said, then remembered something I’d said once before. 'Oh yeah, I get boxing lessons.'

'Pfft I know that’s another one of your stories.' He was talking really tough now. Like, seriously. He wasn’t fun to be around anyway, but even less fun when he began to get serious.

I should’ve gotten scared right then— the whole 'three against one' thing. But I thought I saw four big peeping eyes suddenly disappear behind the corner of a building nearby. Two looked very cunning and the other two a little mysterious— or bored? Maybe whiny, or kind of also bullied. Or about to sneeze? Was my faux-cold catching?

Somehow those eyes— I was sure they’d been watching me— looked like they belonged to cats. But it couldn’t be— cats don’t wear clothes. And whatever they were, they were wearing clothes.

Then I felt that big muscular hand again, pulling my face back to the front of me where Kent was intently staring me in the eye. He was probably even more annoyed that I wasn’t hardly paying attention to my coming pummeling.

'You listen here— and another thing!'

… Had I not even heard what he’d been talking about? What’s up with those cat eyes? It’s almost as if they were dragging me into another world.

'From now on, you better not tell any more stories, or you’re dead. You hear? We don’t like you in my town. Nobody likes you in my school—'

'Wait. When did you become principle?' I asked. Sorry, but I couldn’t help it. Teasing is catching.

'You shut up! Smart guy, huh? What if I killed you right now, huh?'

I looked over again because I was sure I saw two cats in clothes, but definitely barefoot. Or is it bare-paw?

'What?' I didn’t even look at him. 'You’d be convicted and hung for murder. Duh.' As soon as the words left my mouth, I kind of wondered where they came from. Hung? And what’s with those cats…? What are they doing?

'Hung? What century do you come from? Oh, I know. You come from the time when pirates come ashore and pillage little unsuspecting villages. Besides, I’d plea I done it in self-defense,' Kent smirked.

'What?' I asked for real. What’s up with him today? Did I knock him silly? But those cats…!

'The tall one there looks very nice. Get him for me, Storie.' I heard a strange voice say.

Where did that come from? Was I hearing voices now?

'Yes, captain, if you’re sure about it this time?' said an even stranger voice.

'Of course I’m sure! I’m always sure! That’s why I’m captain and you’re not!' argued back the first voice.

Where was it coming from and why was I hearing this?

Then I saw the mouths of the cats move as they peered at us from their hideout.

Something was wrong— really wrong. Either I was hallucinating or there was way more to the world than I ever dreamed of. Even if it’s just— talking cats who wear clothes?! Isn’t that, like, every girl’s dream pet? And I should know, having three sisters. And yet I got a foggy feeling these two cats would not make good pets.

'Pirates,' Kent repeated, and I was drawn back into the world where I was just about to be beaten silly by bullies. Or was I already silly? Has this whole world gone silly?

'Like the ones who killed your dad, huh? I bet he just ran off with some girl who didn’t have four kids already. You probably just made up the story like you make up everything else. Some kids’ dads are just like that, you know. You don’t have to make-believe them into saints. Haha.'

'You’d know, wouldn’t you, Kent? That woman your dad is married to isn’t your mom, is it? How many wives ago was your real mom?'

Did he just say, 'saint?' He couldn’t actually know. Could he?

A crash like thunder flew across my face and I drew my breath in but stared him straight on, my jawbone throbbing as I stood unflinching. I probably deserved that one.

'So maybe he really did die in a fire. Good job you’re doing as head of the household now, aren’t you, Eddie? Maybe pirates really did burn it down. Why’d they burn down where your dad was at and not anyplace else in town?'

Arguing with bullies is fun and all but now I could hear the second cat reciting something really weird— chanting even. It gave me the creeps.

Kent was now shaking me by the collar for some reason, and my pocket change jangled down to the wet pavement. Thank God for the invention of skinny pants that don’t fall down no matter what, or else it might’ve turned into a really embarrassing experience. My hands were still out of my reach to do anything, then I looked down. The necklace— it wasn’t under my shirt, it was dangling off my neck— how’d he know about the necklace? He couldn’t!

That was a really weird way to get the necklace out in the open though. He might as well just pick me up and turn me upside down. Or just grab it from around my neck? Oh well, one can’t be too choosy when it comes to one’s enemies.

'You still wear it, huh? O-o-o-oh, I heard all about it.'

The wind whipped up and something intangible struck fear into me out of nowhere. Fear for me? Fear for the bullies? What was it? It’s really turning out to be a bad day.

Kent went on, 'Pirates, a big storm, and daddy’s little church burns down to the ground and he’s not even able to save himself from the fire. I heard they called him a ‘saint’ after that!' Kent chuckled.

'He was busy getting everybody else out!' I shouted impatiently at him as I looked around everywhere but at him.

My sudden outburst surprised all four of us, I think. Something was making me antsy. I don’t know what.

'Ha! And look at the pastor’s son now! Everybody knows you’re mean and always getting in fights. You don’t even come to class half the time. You have the worst reputation in the whole school!'

They all laughed at me. I’d laugh, too, if this was a regular day. They built a wonderful reputation for me and I thought it was hilarious. I never even had a chance to put any good deeds to my name as long as they’ve been around, and we’ve been best enemies since kindergarten. Nobody would think a kid like that would be any good at anything else but getting in trouble. I’m so misunderstood. Oh, well.

But something bad was coming, and coming fast.

The chanting echoed through my mind. It sounded awful and vile and it wouldn’t go away. The guys obviously couldn’t hear it. They run at the first sign of anything remotely creepy. Why did I have to listen to it!

'How do you live with yourself wearing this cross around your neck? Do you have illusions that you’re an angel? Eddie the angel! I can picture it now, a little halo and a harp and white wings— or is it ‘cause your dad gave it to you, huh? Think daddy would be proud of you now? Yeah, I bet.'

I hardly heard what Kent said, but he never said much that he hadn’t said before, so I’m sure I wasn’t missing anything interesting. That one cat was still mumbling that freaky nonsense and the other was wringing his hands in utter, blissful, conniving joy. Seeing them sent a chill down my spine.

Why was it that nobody else saw them?

The freaky cat began to raise his hands— paws?

Kent was about to grab hold of my pendant to probably rip it off my neck—

Not even thinking, I stepped on Benny’s foot as hard as I could. He let go of me— I socked Shane in the gut (maybe for the second time? I can’t remember. Poor Shane though, seriously…) and he let go— then head-first I went at Kent.

'Look out!' I shouted as I bowled him over into the soggy street.

As I got up, something flew at me in the storm— something sharp— and sliced into the right side of my face and threw me backward.

As I lay wincing in a puddle with the rain pouring on my face, I thought I heard the cats again…

'You fool! That’s not the one I wanted!' said the cat called 'captain.'

'Oh, no, please forgive me, that’s not the one you wanted, Captain! Ouch! (There was the sound of a slap) Please forgive me…'

A pause. I felt as if I were being probed from the inside out. As if someone or something was rummaging through my mind.

'Oh, no. Oh, dear… this is very much not the one you want, Captain.'

'Don’t tell me what I want, Storie! I’m the Captain and I decide. I do want this one. See to it. Tell me about the boy later. The storm is too strong. We’ll have to hurry.'

…

When I was able to find a good enough amount of consciousness to get up again, I found myself, all by myself, in a back street right in town. The bullies seemed to be gone. That’s good. Or maybe not. They might be telling on me. In which case, I’d better not go home too soon if mom has heard from the principle about it.

I got up, my head halfway spinning and my face throbbing. I was soaked to the bone and so was my backpack. There wasn’t much sense dragging it along with me anymore. All my homework and books were probably ruined anyhow. I try getting good grades but it just never seems to work out.

I tossed my bag over somebody’s fence. Who knows whose. They can throw it away when they find it later if they want to.

Next was to hide the cross again, and I slipped it away under my shirt. It felt shameful to hide it, but no one even knew what it meant here. I researched it— there hasn’t been anything remotely like a church in this town for 200 years. It would just give everybody another reason to dislike me and my mom and sisters. Even they don’t even believe anymore.

The wind was howling and the rain was getting in my eyes. As I walked slowly out to the main street, I touched my face with my hand and drew it back. Even in all this rain it was still bleeding. What was it that hit me? The cut felt like the shape of an 'x'… it wasn’t the same cut I got earlier.

A crowd of people were huddling in front of the shops on the street and a few were running toward the waterfront.

'Don’t bother trying to save your fishing boats now! We’re in for a big storm!' one guy shouted.

There was a confusion in the air sounding like, 'Pirates! It’s a pirate ship right off the coastline!'

I wandered down the middle of the empty street, compelled to look out to sea for myself when some lady turned me by the shoulder to stop me from going. I was getting really fed up with all the shoulder-grabbing today and was about to give her a piece of my mind (which I’m so glad I didn’t— she was our next-door neighbor), when she cowered back and gasped as soon as she saw who I was.

'The mark! The cursed mark of the pirates! He has it!'

I got the random feeling I’d just stepped into a parallel world where the people in town were superstitious and scared of pirates for some reason. Pirates, really?

'I knew they were bad luck! Black hair like ravens, a single mother and four wicked little children— when they moved here, I knew they were bad luck!' raved the lady. Now I kind of wish I had said a thing or two to her while I had the chance. Maybe it would’ve shut her up before she could say anything.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. They must’ve all found out about how my father died? And what, they’re blaming the storm and some boat out in the harbor on me? All of the sudden they believe pirates still exist? I’ve lived here my entire life almost, and this town was always so boring and nothing interesting ever happened here, and now today all of the sudden, I have the mark of a pirate or something?

Then it clicked.

Is she talking about the cut on my face?

But all that had to do with some cats. Some cats who could talk and wear clothes and walk upright and chant spells—

Wait. What was that? Spells? Sorcerer kitty-cat? But this is all supposed to be about pirates, not cats. I’m so confused.

Next I looked around and saw that half the town was in a great big circle around me. I turned to look at them, the wind like a hurricane blowing their hair and clothes every which way. They were all people we knew— the grocery guy, the bookshop girl, the mailman, the drunk guy who sings on the street corner. Why suddenly—?

'Here, boy,' came a loud, strong voice.

I turned around, but I recognized the chief of police almost before he spoke.

'My name’s still Eddie. You haven’t worn it out yet,' I shouted back to him through the storm. I guessed I didn’t have to worry about etiquette anymore, as long as the entire town has suddenly turned on me.

Click.

The chief was holding up his favorite shotgun, safety off.

Being ever in the best of spirits, I laughed, nervously. It was pointed at me, I think. Pretty sure. Yeah. Definitely wasn’t pointed at anybody else.

'I’m all ears!' I called over to him, waiting to see if I could get an explanation or if I was just gonna get executed on the spot for something that’s completely not my fault. I should at least get a blindfold and a last cigarette. Scratch that— I did not just say cigarette. Mom would kill me first before the chief could if she ever found out—

'You just keep on walking right toward the docks there. I won’t stop you,' said the chief of police.

I did what he said, though I wasn’t sure why, and the gun followed my every move.

Then I saw those two cats again— super clearly this time! Running around through the crowd of people, as if they were following me.

I pointed at them and tried to say something but no words came out. It was as if something was stopping me from speaking.

'Uh-uh. Just keep walking.'

Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Where was I going? Was I going to keep walking at gunpoint until I got to the end of some pier and then walk on water to the pirate ship everybody thought they saw?

Then I’d trudged far enough to see the ocean, and way out there— there was a ship! It was so dark now with the storm and the clouds, even though it was hardly after noon. But a ship was out there, being tossed by the waves, with little lights sparkling on board. It didn’t look very big. Not much like a pirate ship in a movie or picture book.

I was a little disappointed.

Was it really a weird, terrible day, or had I walked onto the set of some high schoolers’ film class project that was going way too well? Or was I in some alley knocked out cold and dreaming? I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Anything except for those cats. They were really starting to get on my nerves. Cats! I’m allergic to cats! I know they’re cute but I’ve never had any good experiences with them. Always scratching or meowing or following me or staring at me.

The mob was quiet. I blinked and shook my head. I could hear their voices again. The cats—

'Now! Now, Storie! This is a wonderful chance! I couldn’t have planned a better chance than this! A shotgun and a small boy— what luck!'

'But Captain—'

'No complaining, you bumbling— I ought to…! But maybe it will all go as planned anyhow. He does seem stronger than the tall one, like you said. And a small boy and a big gun… It might just work!'

'But Captain!'

'Be quiet and do your job, Storie!'

I looked around trying to see where they were. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d found them, but it drove me crazy to hear those cats and not be able to see them.

The crowd shrunk back every time I looked toward them, as if I was somebody to be afraid of. Was I? I didn’t think so. Maybe Kent and the guys really said something today to ruin my reputation for good.

Nah, if all the town was after me, how would they ever get to bully me again? I’m irreplaceable to them! They wouldn’t dare. And besides, it’s impossible. I’ve never done anything so horrible...

'As you say, Captain. You’re the one who gave me all the orders… Captain.'

The strange voice of Storie, the second cat again. What does it mean?

'Of course they’re my orders. On with it then! Get if over with! The storm! Hurry!'

The wind picked up even more just then, and the gust almost blew me over.

'Alright. It’s what the Captain ordered. Good-bye, Eddie.'

The second cat—

He knew I could hear them? He was talking to me?

I looked toward the sea for a moment and down by the docks I thought I saw more cats with clothes— three more— and an Arabian girl with pink hair and mesmerizing eyes. They wore stripes like sailors. Or pirates?

In the distance I thought I could see a black flag flying over the ship. Another moment went by and I felt them all coming closer to me.

In this foggy consciousness that’d I’d been in almost all day, I heard a loud explosion.

BANG!!

I turned back to the crowd and saw the chief of police, with a shocked look on his face, drop the shotgun from his hands. Was it smoking?

Then everything stopped. My ears rang. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My legs gave out underneath me. I couldn’t breathe— I wouldn’t breathe.

I fell to the wet ground and everything came to an end around me.

Ringing in my ears were the words, over and over, 'Sign your name! Sign your name, boy! Quick, sign your name!' And something cold and metal was placed on my fingers.

Did I grasp it?

Was it me who had to sign my name?

What was I signing?

What was the point?

I was dead.

Well, for awhile anyway.

To be continued!

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christmascocos2023 · 1 year ago

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Saturday 12th August

The usual reliable lovely weather continues. Although the official forecast from BOM says 26degrees every day it is taken at the airport which according to Chris our guide can be several degrees higher in the settlement even though on the coast and in other parts of the island. No idea why being close to the water is hotter than the airport.

Saw my first small boat go out today. Have seen the big phosphate carriers but no personal boats. There are people with boats obviously and tours that take you fishing or diving. All fishing is line fishing so not big amounts. There is a shop down the street and the owner goes fishing and when he gets a good catch he puts a blackboard outside his shop telling people what he has for sale from his catch. Yesterday it was tuna ?yellow tuna.

The Indonesian fisherman apparently do try to poach in Australian waters (I think it was a 50km distance from shore is Australian. Recently the waters between Christmas and Cocos have been declared a protected Marine Park so makes it easier to manage illegal fishing.Funnily it is international waters from the limit of Australian waters around Christmas to the limit around Cocos(not sure what theirs is). There are Australian Navy and Border Force boats out there trying to intercept illegal fishing and refugee boats. Apparently very few refugees and all of them sent back to whence they came. Did see in passing the detention centre.now it houses those waiting to be sent back to their own country after having been gaoled here for committing serious crime. The locals believe it will be closed soon and have lots ideas of how the buildings could be used.

1000hrs

Just been for a leisurely stroll toward Flying Fish Cove. Took over an hour but this is the time of day to walk.Started by walking along a pavement that starts 50metres from my unit and running alongside the ocean and which takes you past an impressive array of sporting and park facilities. Has skate park,bowls,half court tennis, mini open stage and seating, full size gym equipment and more all with glorious views.Very new and beautifully done with shade and picnic area,barbies(even one designated Halal). Would be better than most we have around! A real boom for families and younger people. Once I got off the walk and onto the road pavement I was able to really look at places I had only driven past. The area just before the offical “suburb”of Flying Fish Cove is Kampong. No prizes for guessing this is the Malay and Islamic area. You could be anywhere in Asia here. The locals live in 3 story apartment blocks, have clothes out drying in front, furniture to sit on at their front door, and all the kids bikers etc are just left outside. No fear of getting stolen! They live with a Mosque within the area which still does the call to prayer over the loudspeakers 5 times a day. There is also a Halal shop and a Muslin school where the locals go to in the afternoon after attending the government school in the morning(so the sign says in front of the mosque). It also has the Malay club right opposite the mosque. Whilst you would think all this would cover a big area it doesn’t. Like a little village and very open so not all crowded together, buildings well maintained,parking and open areas and right opposite the cove so lovely views. Despite this being an obvious Malay enclave anyone is allowed and does buy from the shop,eat at the Malay club or even enter the Mosque providing the cultural norms are observed.

As you walk back you can get a better look at the roundabout about which there are 2 big blackboards which are used for advertising everything from pub and restaurant specials to tours and what the weekly outdoor movie theatre is showing!

The houses and unit both for tourists and locals on the main road walking back to my unit are very much more Asian style with long fairly narrow area between 2 rows of 2-3 story units f acing each other with the clothes, furniture etc littered at the front of many.

Also in the area just between these and the Kampong are the government services like post office,court,licensing etc mostly housed in look like colonial or certainly ver wester buildings. There is even a Westpac bank!

On the way back I stopped at my favourite Chinese bakery/cafe and bought chicken filled Bao buns and Chinese fried bread for lunch. Tomorrow for lunch I am hoping to try a Chinese place just short walk from me called LeCla. Doesn’t sound very Chinese but is apparently good. I need eat early though as it only opens between 10-1245 and then again 6-8pm. Most of the eating places and some of the supermarkets have some very interesting opening times and even then they can change pretty well without notice! All part of the charm😁.

Might even go back to the Flying Fish Cafe where I got last nights dinner which was excellent. So many choices!

COMMENTS.

Everything has a big cost not just food especially for the locals. Chris said to import a new car from Perth it is $10k on top of the usual costs!

I have spent the remainder of the day just reading,watching movies,eating and generally vegging out. Have had to resist the urge to feel guilty cos I could be doing something more touristy! Unplanned days for next 2 days so need to embrace all this freedom to do what I want (or not😁).Practice makes perfect 🤣🤣.

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cantfightmoonlight · 2 years ago

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"It is, yeah," Jas murmured softly out. Her eyes crinkling in amusement as she made herself at home within his arms. Her fingers combing their way through his hair as her nose lightly brushed across his. She couldn't pinpoint when precisely she had gone from being the loner who pushed everyone away without a second thought to the girl who was now nuzzling closer into his side wanting more than anything to stay right here with him, but she didn't exactly hate it either. The way her heart seemed to skip a beat as he spoke as if he was already planning a trip out in his head for the two of them. "Wait, are you-" A breathless smile broke across her lips as she shook her head the smallest bit back and forth. "You know we haven't actually gone on a first date, yet, right Wonderboy? And yet here you are already planning out a trip to Europe for the two of us?" She teased, pressing a light kiss against his cheek. "So, Europe, huh? Anywhere else you want to go besides Rome? Because I mean while we're there, we could always go to Greece or Turkey or Austria?" She mused, choosing to go along with his train of thought rather than allow herself to get caught up in her head about what planning a future for herself would even mean in the long run.

"Maybe let's not call it trespassing? But, okay," She gave him a little nod in return. "Pizza, beer and potentially criminal activity. The perfect first date really," She teased some more. Humming lightly under her breath as her fingertips trailed across his jawline. Momentarily distracted by the way she could feel his heart beating through the thin fabric of both of their clothes as she pressed her chest against him. "Well, erm, thinking about starting one? It was, um, just a thought? And we definitely do. I just, I don't know. I haven't really ever embraced the side of spirit raising that doesn't require a sacrifice? Mainly because people are bothersome as is let alone ghosts who pop up unannounced and start badgering you to track down some long lost grandson of theirs, but I don't know. You and, uh, Rohan, the Coven, my family? You've kinda been making me think that maybe spirit raising is all that bad? And I, um, I kinda want to see where this goes too, so I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think Lunar Cove could be home for me? Maybe?" She scrunched up her noise once more as she said the words out loud, hating embarrassed she suddenly felt standing there knowing that her cheeks were likely a bright shade of blushing red at this point. But, thankfully, Nico mentioning the trouble he used to get in as a teen, offered her the perfect subject change she needed.

"Oh? Is it? Don't tell me! Wonderboy wasn't the starting Quarterback or Mr. Popular back in High School?" She feigned a look of surprise. Her smile only growing as she teased him some more, "Color my shocked. Well, now you're going to have to run me through the whole list. You know, we may have actually ran in similar circles if I had known you back then and good. You better have," She murmured back. A squeal escaping her lips as he pulled her back into his side, cutting her off with a kiss before she could warn him that she'd kill him if he ever told anyone that he had just heard that sound come out of her. Only when his hands moved up her thighs, sweeping her feet up from under her in one swift movement, she found her embarrassing fit of giggles being replaced with gasp followed shortly after by a soft moan of his name. "Nico," She moaned once more as she felt her all too short dress begin to rid up now that her legs were wrapped around his waists. Her thighs giving his hips a tight squeeze as those wide brown eyes of her peered up at him longingly. "Mhm. Dinner can wait," She murmured out in agreement, closing the distance between them once more as she began to shower him in kiss after kiss. And if it wasn't for the warm air that hit her back when he opened the door to her RV and began to carry them both inside, she likely wouldn't have even realized they were wandering straight back towards her bed. "Nico," Her voice was faint as she caught her breath just enough to find herself admitting out loud four dangerous words, "I want you. Please?"

·✥·

Listening to Jas when she flew off on a topic she felt passionate about was maybe one of his favorite things in the world. Nico felt a bubble of happiness around the two of them, and just grinned softly as she listed off all the things that he was overlooking, while mentally wondering what the price was for tickets to Rome, or if there was some magical means that could save them on the air fare. “The Colosseum? Oh, yeah, that is in Rome, isn’t it?” he said. “Good to know we won’t need a tour guide, when we get there.” This was new. Until now, Nico hadn’t set anything aside for the future—pretty much ever. No dreams beyond the moment, no plans that could take away his focus from the problems directly ahead of him.

And he wasn’t the only one, apparently. He had been lazily humming in agreement about their rehashed date plans. If he turned his head, his nose would brush against Jas’, and the perfume of her hair floated around him like a hazy cloud to his senses. He still had his arms around her—her dress was of some slippery fabric that shifted under his fingertips. Warm skin, almost touching, distracting him. But her words kept him focused. His eyes widened, he pulled back just a little and came out of his head to blink at her. A smile spread over his face as Jasmine explained her ideas for a town tour. “Yes to the plan,” he addressed the first things first. “Pizza, beer, trespassing—I mean,” he amended with a chuckle. “Using a key to get into the lighthouse, obviously, yeah—you’re starting a tour business? That’s incredible, Jas! That’s so cool, I’m sure there’s tons of places that would sign up immediately, and we definitely have enough ghosts. I’ll help, of course. We can go around, I can tell you all the places that I got kicked out of as a teenager. It’s a pretty comprehensive list.” Nico gazed at her, letting it wash over him that she wasn’t running for the border, metaphorically or literally. He hadn’t thought she was, but, well. For people who’d been told what to do too many times, the freedom to just get up and leave whenever they wanted was their version of safety. He’d relinquished his by becoming Alpha, but for Jas? Nico could sense how important this was, and he would do whatever he could to make sure she didn’t regret it. She shoved him a little, and he let it move him, but only for a second before he pulled back closer, assenting in a muddled murmur, “I quit, I quit, I promise—” and pressed light, feathery kisses along her cheek. His chest ached, like it was holding too much somehow, but it was a good ache. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way, or if he ever had. Most of his life had been spent running from things he didn’t want, that to find something he did was… He was happy, and he wanted more. Just all of this, and more. Their lips met again, and again, and he fell into it without hesitation, moving immediately to hold her up when her legs wrapped around him. With one hand keeping her tight to him, the other against a shock of bare skin where her dress had pushed up her thigh, he barely spared a moment to say, “They’re open late—we can just—” And that was as far as he got. His arm caught between the RV’s door and Jasmine’s back, as he forgot where they were, remembered with an effort, and then reached for the handle to let them inside.

#nico ft. jasmine #c: jasmine #bahahaha they really are failing aren't they but they're so cute

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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Im not sure where to send my thing for kink hour but here goes. Public teasing is my favorite. And ive also become a huge fan of steddie. So I guess both of those are my kinks lol

Muwhahaha! So, I hope you like what I’ve come up with here? Thanks so much! ^_^ ❤️

Warnings: Language, daddy kink, spit kink, public sexy time, NSFW, vaginal fingering, and MORE!

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They always make some sort of contest that ends up testing your limits and resolve. Though there isn’t any competition, the natures that stroke egos inside of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson — remain. It doesn’t matter sometimes, that you’re all a couple (the two of them one first), they will bicker and they drive you crazy. This time, however, it’s a lustful craze, a hunger so vivid that you’ve let them talk you into an alleyway, just shy of being completely in the open. Hell, anyone could walk by and see you like this.

You’re situated between your two guys, Eddie to the right, Steve on the left, Eddie’s leg kicked into slotting your thighs apart to keep your stance widened, his ankle wrapped around yours, pressing, trapping. Steve has his hand outstretched behind your back, defined forearm draped over your shoulders as he and Eddie pass a cigarette back and forth, acting as if this is a mundane task and you’re to be merely checked off. Done. Your panties have soaked through at that notion, legs unable to lock shut and gain friction to avoid squirming. Doesn’t matter, because you’ve failed and blown your own cover.

You’re willing to do anything for them, a fact that will forever remain unchanged. Steve blows out wisps of cigarette smoke into the crisp Autumn air, his mouth finding its way against the shell of your ear, his arm unwinding from your shoulder and working around your backside, pushing underneath your skirt (worn by their instruction), tickling along the elastic of your underwear. You hear people walking and chatting in the distance, leaves crunching beneath their footwear. Both men fill you shiver and shrink into the three-way cove you’ve managed to make. Eddie smirks and flicks the cigarette butt, stomping it out with a worn combat boot.

His rings are cool as they brush your cheekbone, joining Steve’s hand beneath your clothing, their pinkies hooking into the top of the elastic and pulling, working the fabric into their hands until it’s sliding its way down your hips and stretched across your knees. The air is cold, their mouths are hot. Eddie is panting as he nips your earlobe, stroking his knuckles along the crease of your thigh, kicking his foot to bend your legs apart a little more. He hums a command. “Bend your knees some, so Stevie and I can play with our pussy.”

Your head thumps the brick of the building behind you, nodding and abiding. You’re embarrassingly drenched enough that Steve’s hovering digit catches the translucent shine, it drizzling slowly from your cunt. He hisses through clenched teeth. “Eds, she’s fucking dripping.”

Eddie groans, this gravelly burrow rising out of his diaphragm. He pinches your thigh and lets his palm cup you, pushing in, your cream squishing between his fingers. When he pulls his hand back, Steve accepts it, licking it without pause, Eddie petting his head with praise. “Good boy, Steve.” The metal head turns to you, his attention demanding it. “Doesn’t daddy look s’ pretty tasting our good girl off my hand?”

Eddie might be a little more dominant, but Steve is daddy. Your irises are gone to blown pupils, skirt flipped up by the wind. Your cunt is swollen apart, slick and shining, waiting for her masters. Steve’s thick finger is what you feel breach your entrance first. He likes to wiggle it around, press in spots against your walls, before he begins a little rhythm that has you whimpering into his freckle speckled neck.

Eddie just observes for a moment, rubbing himself over his jeans. His girl and his guy. He’s all too eager to add in his own digit, which you can immediately tell apart. His fingers have a more rough texture from his guitar playing, catching your cunt in delicious upstrokes. He and Steve give you just enough, but not nearly what you have to have.

You’re nearly on the verge of begging as they finger your slowly, that squelch so loud that you’re surprised no one can hear how you cry for them, see you riding their touching palms. They gaze at one another, glance at their hands on your cunt, at your fucked our expression, and Eddie is meeting Steve’s command of, “Come here, Munson. Need to feel that mouth.”

Your lids flicker open immediately and you begin to watch them through wide eyes.

Their tongues slide against one another, Eddie’s teeth nipping, pulling Steve’s bottom lip out with a plop, before he sucks it back into his mouth, licking. It’s messy as they make out while fingering you, pace being upped when they feel you tighten. Steve breaks away, saliva stringing together from his and Eddie’s mouths, lips barely touching. “She’s getting tighter, man. We gonna let her cum like this?”

Eddie brushes Steve’s hair back with his spare hand. “Nah, I think we should bend her over the wall and continue this from behind, yeah?”

The way they’re discussing you and your total submission to their ownership, it’s got you on the cusp. “Stop teasing.” You barely manage, sniffling.

“Aww, princess,” Eddie coos. “You still with us? We thought you were a goner.”

“I want one too.” Your pout is indescribably cute to them, and they know what you’re asking for as you reach with one hand, the other still hovering by your side.

They smile fondly at you, Eddie waving his hand and bowing kindly, all the while they’ve stalled their movements inside you. Steve kisses you first, licking your mouth open to spit Eddie’s taste inside. You clamp down on their fingers, humping against their hands.

“Jesus H Christ, Harrington. You’re gonna kill her.” Though he’s affected just as much. Steve’s own cock also very visible through his tight little denim jeans.

Eddie tugs you into his plush mouth next, both of them beginning to fuck you faster with their fingers, taking turns hitting that spongey spot. Steve’s mouth finds your neck again, biting and sucking, Eddie taking the help spit off your tongue and swallowing. It’s a sinful sight, one that would no doubt get you all arrested by the department, but no is stopping anything right now… They have so many more plans to tease you tonight.

#asks #donotpercievemeplz #kink hour #kristenwrites #steddie #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie x reader smut #steddie x female reader #steddie x fem!reader #steve harrington #eddie munson

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yunopouts · 3 years ago

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Déjà Vu - l. donghyuck

-> pairing: Haechan x reader

-> genre: angst (I guess), fluff (also kind of)

-> warnings: swearing

-> requested? yes

-> a/n: I’m sorry this took literally four months I’m so bad

“Does she know?” You asked.

“What?” The brown haired boy looked up at you from the couch. You couldn't read his expression, it was too mixed to tell what he was feeling.

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows creased, wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“You’ve taken her to every single place I showed you. Don’t think that I haven’t seen you; at the stupid ice cream parlour, the cove at the beach, the treehouse.”

You felt your stomach churn as the memories came back from when his girlfriend’s post of the white ice cream shack and her artsy pictures on the stone floor of the hidden cave at your favourite beach that you and Haechan went to almost every day for four summers straight.

“God forbid you come up with your own ideas.” You muttered. The boy scoffed in response, crossing his arms over his chest.

Silence filled every crook and cranny your living room had, and it eventually became louder than the constant ticking of the clock that hung above the fireplace.

“Why did you come here, Haechan?” You glanced at him after a long while.

“I don’t know.” He averted his gaze so that he was staring at the floor and not at you.

“‘You don’t know?’” You repeated his words. “Haechan, how do you not know why you came here?!”

If he were being completely honest, he didn’t know why he came back to visit you; it’s as if he didn’t even have a reason to- he came here off of a sheer impulse.

He wanted to see you.

He was tired of his girlfriend’s constant nagging about how he never buys her anything- but in reality he is the one who pays for everything and constantly bought her everything she ever asked for.

“Oh so now you’re not going to say anything? Just like how you didn’t say a thing at Jaemin’s.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Why don’t you just leave. You don’t have a purpose for being here, you made me cancel my date. After I finally fucking moved on too-”

“I don’t love her.” He blurted.

Your head snapped in Haechan’s direction to see that he was staring at the floor with wide eyes. Peeling his eyes off of the hardwood, he looked at you.

“You don’t what, now?” The both of you shot up out of your seats across from each other, and now you were standing in front of one another.

“I don’t love her, I never have.” He spoke like he just had an epiphany. “I broke up with her, right before I came here.”

“And you came here to tell me that?”

“I guess? I don’t- I don’t know, honestly. But I don’t love her, and I love you, I love you so much. And I miss you- so much.” He rambled.

You knew Haechan wasn’t the type to come running back, but for some reason your heart skipped a beat as false hope flowed through your body.

“You can’t do that.” You stopped him.

“I know.”

“You broke up with me out of the blue.”

“I know.”

“You left me for her.”

“I didn’t though.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Pardon me?”

“I didn’t leave you for her, I would never do that. I broke up with you because of stress. I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh… you could’ve talked to me about it.”

“I know.” He took your hand in his, twisting around the familiar charm bracelet around your wrist. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I hurt you- but I didn’t want to bother you; you were busy with school.”

“You still could have talked to me.” You said, dragging your eyes elsewhere.

“I know, sorry.” He brought the hand that was in his to his cheek, cupping it himself. He pressed a gentle kiss into the bottom of your palm. “I’ve missed you so much.” Haechan moved closer, his other hand pulling you in by the waist. He brought you in so that you were millimeters apart.

You didn’t know how to act, your body was basically frozen- but when his soft lips met yours, your eyes fluttered shut and you followed his lead.

His familiar pattern of teasing you with little nibbles to your bottom lip triggered the little butterflies in your stomach. His warm, woody scent made your head fuzzy. You felt like you’d finally come home after a long vacation; like everything was falling back into place after months of not knowing what goes where.

When he finally pulled away, you breathed heavily.

“I need time.” His eyes flickered along your flustered expression.

“Of course.”

“Not too long, though.” You said with a slight pout and Haechan chuckled as a small smile danced on his lips.

“Take all the time you need.” He pecked your semi-swollen lips. “I love you.”

“Mhm.” You shimmied out of his grip and strode towards the door.

“W-where are you going?” He called after you.

“You’re taking me out on a date since I canceled mine, remember?”

You heard him mumble something from the living room before he made his way to the entrance.

“You better take me somewhere nice or else I’m leaving you right then and there.”

“I deserve it, thank you- I love you.” He said as he opened the front door for you. The boy jogged to catch up to you as you walked down the hallway of your condo.

“So you’ve said.” You adjusted yourself into his touch as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“And I’ll say it again and again.” The brown haired boy smiled, pulling you into his side. “I love you.” He mumbled against your temple as you entered the elevator.

“Me too.” You sighed, tugging him by the bottom of his coat to meet your lips once again.

#nct dream #nct 127 #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #hyuck #nct fluff #nct angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst

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luvredvelvetluv · 3 years ago

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SKIN-TAKER HEAD CANNONS BECAUSE I SAID SO ALSO THIS MIGHT NOT BE THE END, I HAVE PLENTY OF HEADCANNONS BUT DON'T WANT TO RIGHT EM DOWN CUZ I'M TOO LAZY

He goes by any pronouns but mostly he/they/it cuz he wants people to use random pronouns when they describe him because he wants to be more threatening >:) (he actually mostly prefers he/him).

I think he might be gender fluid I guess cuz he's been an ambassian for so long that he forgot if he's a male or a female. 🤷‍♀️

He's like if Glen close's cruella and buffalo bill had a child.

He's VERRRY chaotic in the candle cove world but is mostly someone's peepaw in the creepypasta world

He REALLY- AND I MEAN IT REALLY HATES ANIME or any pop culture thing in the creeps world because like I said, he's a peepaw but that won't stop him from breaking the television when he sees death note or sailor moon on the screen

The gaming pastas just bully him for fun because he's old school

He's just grumpy in general, in the candle cove and creepypasta world:]

He usually acts drunk all the time

Has Russian accent??? Idrk cuz like, I don't even know how to describe his voice,I have like, 3 voice headcannons for him but one of them sound similar to horror tale Toriel from the horrortale comic dub on yt- like, very soft and raspy and somehow- comforting???

He's not rich nor poor - he just lives in a run down castle-cave thingy idek-

He's fashionable ✨✨✨

Tries to be hip with the kids even tho he hates being hip I guess

He has a literal caracal along with a white tarantula and a black kitty

He doesn't speak perfect English but understands it

In a relationship with Horace horrible

He might be bi I guess cuz he wants to explore other genders.

He practices witchcraft and magic stuff

In creeps world he basically is a leader of a cult called "gorgism" cuz y'know, manbearpig (or Emerson grimes) and forced the main candle cove cast to be in it and they are invested in it soooo. ( I'll explain the crew next)

So what I mean by the cc cast, well- they are not really the actual main cast if the cc world existed and the creepypasta stuff is just spooky stories and emo teenagers in a mansion/forest but ANNYYYWAYYYS- he made these, duplicates or alternative versions of the main crew in the story cuz he's lonely but they are mostly hitmen and act the same as their real counterparts also they are somehow like pokeballs, they are in puppet form when skin boy puts them in puppet form but when they want to make them human or like- puppet human, he just throws a puppet then boom, you get a Percy counterpart

He actually has met Horace in the past and they were best friends before he sailed away to the earth

In creeps world, they are teacher to the creep kids but it doesn't do his job well cuz he just only takes them on walks making them bored and wander off.

He's really good friends with trender, but also has a rivalry against him??? Like they both are seriously fashionable

They are good friends with the puppeteer and bloody painter cuz they love art stuff along with papa grande

He is SERIOUSLY FASHIONABLE LIKE FOR MOST OF THE SEASONS HE WORE EACH DIFFERENT OUTFIT AND THE MORE THE SERIES GOES, THE MORE HEAVILY EXAGGERATED THE OUTFITS ARE LIKE DAMN BOY HE HAS A WORLD RECORD FOR SKINNING LOTS OF KIDS TO MAKE A SINGLE COAT

He has ✨gay and bi✨ vibes

He's freakin messed up in the head like- man's got trauma.

He has PTSD with the whole red mary-fiasco-kind-of-thing- and has a phobia of fire

He's a disco freak cuz y'know, 70s=disco? But he also likes other music from other eras

He doesn't HATE ALL pop culture shit like, he could get outfit inspo or listen to some grungy tunes or bands like gorillaz

Very feral- like a doberman-

He HATES SMILE DOG BECAUSE DOGS EAT BONES SO SMILE WOULD CONSTANTLY BITE HIM

Grinny is more calmer than smile so skin has no problem with grinny baby

Is seriously Afraid of Jason the toymaker because like- Jason's a perfectionist and basically hates how the puppets look ( cuz skinny cheap as hell) so he constantly kidnaps the puppets :]

He has a tounge for no reason....

Loves soft skins

HES CHEAP CUZ THE WHOLE SHOW IS CHEAP SO HE GOTTA BE A CHEAPSKATE TOO HE WOULDN'T SPEND A PENNY ON ANYTHING THAT'S WHY HIS OLD SELF EXPIRED CUZ HE CANT AFFORD SKIN/LIFE INSURANCE THATS WHY POPPY TOOK CARE OF THAT

He progressively gets more insane over the show

In the screaming episode we only see his traditional hat and cape because the whole damn budget cared about his attire than the damn show that it started running out so the cast be like "oh let's just put him in a hat and cape because we spended our life savings on different colored fabric clothes for a skeleton puppet".

Can travel to different worlds

One time they and Horace kidnapped Percy, tied him to a table,and then started to play Fich lied ( basically that one German song you gotta listen to it to imagine this scenario) then danced around with accordions,and just screaming the lyrics for no good reason, the only thing percy got from it was PTSD or nightmares from that experience

HES SOOOO LOUDDD

He likes bugs and non- human like things

One time he invited few of the creeps,then THE WHOLE CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS RAIDED HIS CASTLE SPAMMING GEN Z MEMES AND FORTNITE DANCING

Hypocrite lol

He has his own show in the creeps world thats inspired by Ru Paul's drag race

Crossdresser for life

Drag queen also

Hes like Gordon Ramsay and Simon when it comes to outfits

His own show is called "skins closet"

I'm in the middle between if he's vegan or a meat lover but prefer vegan more

He like animals

In his Tumblr sexyman days (Thade soben) he's a simp for biggy goth gf/wife Lillian ( the goth part was inspired by candlecovecorners design of Lilian)

Very hot like papyrus

HE GETS RICK ROLLED AND TROLLED ALOT ITS MADDENING

HE TROLLS TOO DONT WORRY

HE DOENST ONLY WORK ON POTIONS AND SHIT, HE WORKS ON MEDICINE

HES SO RANDOM FR

HE BASICALLY ZONES OUT ALOT OF TIMES REMEMBERING HIS PAST AND STUFF THEN SHAKES AND BE LIKE "damn I'm high"

He's high

He likes chasing children

He likes any kind of tea

So basically I think that's the end of this headcannons stuff cuz like- I got nothing else????? IDK

#creepypasta #creepy #fyppage #horror #slenderman #candle cove #skintaker #candlecove #candle cove creepypasta #theskintaker #candle cove fandom #candle cove characters #the skin taker #candlecovefandom

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rafecameron · 4 years ago

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super spies - r.c

Summary: In which reader follows her boyfriend to try and catch him cheating and Rafe tags along

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: This kinda sucks but im posting it anyways

*GIF is mine*

You were almost one hundred percent sure your boyfriend was cheating on you. You thought it, your friends thought it, but you needed some hard evidence before you broke up with his sorry ass. You didn’t want to throw a two year relationship down the drain over a misunderstanding, though the niggling in your stomach should be proof enough that you were right.

You text him asking him his plans for the day and he replies saying he’s staying home as he’s not feeling well. You already know this is a lie as you’re sat in your car staring at his car from across the road, you were parked close to the town centre. You supposed he really could be ill and he had stopped off to get some medicine, but you highly doubted it.

Getting out of your car you stuff your phone into your bag and head towards the shops, not sure where you would find him but determined to do so. You checked multiple shops, no sign of him in any of them. You sigh audibly to yourself, almost ready to give up before you catch a glimpse of him from across the road. You quickly duck into an alley way, poking your head round to watch where he was going, you saw him disappear into the cafe across the street.

Checking the coast was clear you bolt across the street, sneaking up to the cafe and poking your head round the corner of it to peek through the window, it’s busy inside but you can see him at the counter ordering. He didn’t look very ill to you. You glare through the window at him, watching him smile and chat to the girls behind the counter as he waits for his order, you could feel yourself getting more annoyed by the second.

You were so engrossed on watching your boyfriends actions that you didn’t notice someone coming up behind you, their head practically touching yours before the finally spoke into your ear, “What are you doing?”

You sucked in a breath of air out of shock and spun round, glaring at the amused person behind you, “What the hell is your problem?” You yell at him, hand over your pounding heart, you quickly look back into the cafe hoping that your yelling hadn’t given away your position. Luckily your boyfriend didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Why are you sneaking around? You’re acting really weird.” Rafe laughs, hands in his shorts pockets as he waits for an answer.

You sigh running a hand through your hair, you quickly grab his arm and pull him out of view of the cafe window, “I’m watching my boyfriend.” You admit, not really sure why you were telling him the truth. Sure, you’d known him your whole life, he was your best friends brother after all, but that didn’t mean you should tell him about your cheating ass of a boyfriend.

Rafe raises an eyebrow at your confession, “That’s a bit stalkerish, don’t you think?” He asks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I guess,” You shrug, “But I need to see where he’s going.”

“Why?” Rafe asks, but you don’t have time to answer him as the cafe door swings open and your boyfriend appears, walking in the opposite direction with two coffee cups in his hands.

“Be quiet.” You warn the boy beside you as you head off in the direction your boyfriend was going, you could feel Rafe following behind, you hadn’t actually expected him to tag along.

“What are we? Super spies now?” Rafe laughs behind you but you just slap at his arm and shush him in annoyance.

You follow him into a small park on the outskirts of the town, keeping close to the tree line in hopes that he wouldn’t notice you and Rafe tailing him. You quickly put a hand out to stop Rafe walking as your boyfriend comes to a stop next to a bench, handing one of the drinks to a pretty blonde girl who was sat there. She stands up as he speaks to her pulling him into a hug. His free hand goes to her waist and he leans down and kisses her quick on the lips.

Your jaw clenches in anger, gripping onto the strap of your bag harshly as you shoot daggers at the pair by the bench, “I knew it.” You said through clenched teeth.

“What a fucking asshole,” Rafe fumes from behind you, “You want me to go beat the shit out of him? Cause I will.”

You glare at them for a moment longer before turning to Rafe, eyes wet mostly from anger and frustration than from hurt, you shake your head. “He really isn’t worth it.” You reply, wiping a tear off of your cheek as you begin to head out of the park.

“You’re not even gonna confront him?” Rafe asks running up behind you, his hand rests lightly on your shoulder and you don’t have the energy to shrug it off.

“No, I’m not. Let him be happy with her, I’m over it.” You huff out, the tears on your face telling a completely different story.

“You don’t look over it.” Rafe comments, falling into step beside you.

“And what would you know about it?” You snap at him, finally pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“I know that there’s a pretty girl in tears beside me because of some absolute tool.” He states, putting his hand back on your shoulder but this time stopping you from walking, “You were right when you said he’s not worth it. He was never good enough for you.”

You scoff and shrug his hand off again, “You don’t have to be nice to me, Rafe. You don’t even know me, you’re talking shit.”

“I don’t know you?” Rafe raises his eyebrows at your statement, “I’ve known you my whole life, Y/N. I know that you spend Saturdays in Sarah’s room eating ice cream and watching shitty girls movies. I know that you broke your arm when you were seven falling off the swing in your garden. I know that when you’re sad and hurt you get angry like you are now. I also know that you’re one of the nicest people on this stupid island and you don’t deserve that asshole hurting you like this.”

You blink up at him, fresh tears falling from your reddening eyes, shocked that he paid any attention to you at all, “Rafe, I-“

“You don’t have to say anything. I get it, I’m your friends asshole older brother and you hate me, but I don’t want to see you like this.” Rafe sighs out.

You take a second to process his words before replying, “I don’t hate you, Rafe. I could never hate you.”

“Yeah? Well then why don't you let me try to cheer you up?” He suggests, smiling now which only served to pull a smile onto your own lips.

“Okay.” You nod, wiping your face free of the last of your tears and following Rafe out of the park which was now your least favourite place on the island.

“So what are we doing?” You ask him after walking in silence the whole way back to the town centre.

“I’m cheering you up.” Rafe states again, “Wait here.” Rafe pulls you to a halt and sits you down on a bus stop bench before disappearing.

You knew you should probably call Sarah and tell her exactly what’s happened, let her come and pick you up and comfort you, but for some reason you were a little excited to be spending the day with Rafe. It was probably best you didn’t tell Sarah about that part. Before long Rafe returned, handing you a cone of ice cream which caused your face to light up.

You took it from him, licking at the cold scoop on top, “This is my favourite flavour.” You state as you begin walking beside him.

“I know.” Rafe states matter of factly.

You eat your ice creams in silence as Rafe leads you to his truck, by the time you climbed into the passenger seat you had finished eating and were curious as to what you were doing next.

“So, what are we doing?” You ask, buckling yourself in and watching Rafe excitedly.

Rafe shrugs, “There’s a couple things we can do. Or I could show you somewhere, if you want?”

You furrow your brows slightly, “Show me somewhere?” You asks and Rafe just nods his head in reply, “Okay, show me.” You smile and nod.

You were expecting the drive to feel awkward, you’d never really been alone with Rafe for more than a few minutes and you were worried you wouldn’t have anything to talk about, but you were worrying for no reason. The Rafe with you today was a side of Rafe that you didn’t see very often. He was friendly and open and extremely funny. He had you in stitches in the passenger seat, making comments about the stupidest things just to hear you laughing.

You were almost upset when the truck came to a stop and it was time to get out, “I could drive round with you all day.” You admit, a slight blush on your cheeks at you confession.

“Well we can do that next then.” Rafe smiles as he climbs out of his truck.

The devastation from early this morning was completely gone from your mind as you followed Rafe, the area he had brought you to looked a little run down, somewhere between figure eight and the cut, not somewhere you expected Rafe Cameron would hang out.

He reaches out and grabs your hand, “Watch where you’re stepping.” He warns you as he leads you off the path and into a wooded area, still gripping tightly onto your hand.

“Is this where you murder me and bury my body?” You ask playfully, eyes on the ground as you follow his steps so as not to fall over the many branches scattered across the floor.

“Am I that easy to read?” Rafe asks with a chuckle.

When Rafe’s feet stop walking in front of you you look up, peeking round from behind him, “Is this-wow.” You cut yourself off, fully stepping out from behind him, “This place is beautiful.” You comment, stepping in front of him to get a better look.

He’d brought you to the tiniest cove you had ever seen, the sand stretching no more than fifteen feet either way, rocks lining the edge of the sand and trees bunching together behind you. The ocean looked bluer her, like that pale blue water you imagine in exotic places and it lapped gently at the sand.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, finally turning away from the view to look at the boy behind you.

Rafe shrugs, “Needed to get away one day, somehow found this place. I come here whenever I need to be alone.” He admits.

“Thank you, for bringing me.” You smile, “I promise I wont keep turning up and ruining your peace.” You laugh gently.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Rafe admits, he moves to sit down in the sand and you follow suit, sitting beside him and looking out across the water.

“It’s so peaceful here, I can see why you come.” You mumble out, fingers burying themselves in the sand.

You spent the whole day in that cove with Rafe, laughing, messing around, having heart to hearts. You never imagined Rafe would have such a soft side to him, you were sure he would never want anyone else to find out.

“Are you cold?” Rafe asks, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, you smile up at him appreciatively before looking back out across the ocean at the sun set, pink and orange glowing across the glittering water.

“Would you call me crazy if I said considering I caught my boyfriend cheating on me this morning I’ve had the best day ever?” You laugh softly at how stupid that sounded.

Rafe shrugged lightly, “I wouldn’t call you crazy. I’d just say you’ve learnt he was an ass who isn’t worth shit and moved on pretty quickly, it’s admirable.”

You look over at the boy sat next to you, “You think I’m admirable?” You ask.

Rafe’s eyes meet yours, the sunset casting an orange glow across his skin, “I think you’re incredibly strong, I always have.” Rafe admits.

You smile softly and don’t stop yourself when you feel yourself leaning forward, you rest a hand against his chest as your lips meet his. The kiss was soft and gently and didn’t last nearly as long as you would have liked it.

“I’m sorry-“ You start.

“Don’t me.” Rafe cuts you off, his hand coming up to the side of your face and pulling your lips against his again, this time with kiss was longer, his lips pressed against yours with more pressure. Before you knew it you were laid back against the sand, Rafe’s body hovering over yours as you got lost in the feeling of your lips together.

That’s how you spent the rest of the night, laying in the sand, pressing kisses against each others lips, noses, foreheads, cheeks. Lost in the feeling of each other and not caring about anything else, not needing anything more.

From that day onwards that became your spot. It’s where you held most of your dates, having picnics and drinks by the sea, it’s the first place you slept with Rafe and the first place you shared I love you’s and you couldn’t be more thankful to your ex for giving you the opportunity to let Rafe into your heart.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx x reader #obx #obx fic #my writing

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nightmarearian · 3 years ago

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katakana v. Nobles

just listing out the other nobles' fights. :p

under cut

Frenzied Nobles. Since these are more the “transport” nobles, it’ll be more of a chase. Katakana has to keep up with them.*There is no interval to throw your pokemon into battle ---- Wydeer - Meets on the ledge of deertracks, and has to chase around the fieldlands + the middle area of the fieldlands. (Forest area is Kleavor’s, after all.) (Wydeer is faster at random intervals: Time distortion) - Kana can use some balms and pokemon for about an eighth of health:- Then Wydeer will use hypnosis and then flee. - The damage still holds once Kana finds it again (backstrike. If Wydeer notices he flees. Thankfully there’s a lot of grass). - Will have a psychic attack like Kleavor’s whirlwind- Besides the chipping tactic and running, it’s a lot like Kleavor. ---- Ursaluna- Katakana has to find things along the marshlands - where there are the little bogs and such with croagunk and stuff. - Ursaluna can appear (hiding/digging) around - where the alpha hippowdon (Sludge Mound) is, - the alpha sliggoo (Holm of Trials), or- in the middle of the Scarlet Bog & Bolderoll Slope. Kana’ll have to dodge to mud it flings if it notices Kata’; If Kana didn't dodge, Ursaluna will flee to another place (space distortion) - If Katakana does catch Ursaluna, the battle will commence; -Ursaluna uses a series of mud bombs (calls, and then dropping mud bombs) like Electrode uses voltorbs - during dodging it’ll giga impact/headlong rush or do a muddy water sort of thing. - Shadows going darker as the mud bombs actually fall. By the last fourth there is no wait time. - Giga impact at first, then headlong rush for the moment without attack. - Either before or after the moment, Ursaluna will try to escape by slinging mud at Kana. (Dodge = escape) - The difficulty improves like electrode. ---- Bascelegion is underwater (- Katakana likes the floating feeling of underwater, maybe dissociates underwater which causes drowning. ) - Bascelegion is encountered around Tranquility Cove after a sighting around Islepsy-Seagrass. - Kana has to be underwater and xer’s the only one that’s like the actual nobles in the game, kinda. - The arena is outlined in rocks and such underneath the waves. - Xer will have a hit and run strat, hitting Kana with a wave crash or a spectral attack. - Then it’ll swim around, slowing down (time distortion) being the only times kana can hit xim.- Every time the bar goes down a fourth, the attacks increase. - Kana has to go up every once in a while for breath; This’ll be during when you actually threw pokemon out. ---- - Sneasler will climb the cliffs fast; - Sneasler will jump down from climbing onto you like Lilgant. - Her attacks are very similar to Lilgant. - The battle field either is a place similar or is the Ancient Quarry. - She’ll jump down and dash onto/through Kana with a poison jab or drain punch - Then distortions (teleports) onto the high walls - Rinse and repeat - Like lilligant her attacks become way faster to dodge as you get her health down. - She trails poison (poison jab) around the battle field, like Avalugg or Palkia/Dialga’s ice spike and/or draco meteor. - There’s a descending dark sort of move she does by half-¾ s way. - After descending dark is a good moment to hit her with balms (I guess she distorts more since she's closer to the rift?) ----- Braviary is like Avalugg in terms of hitting it - It’ll stay high in the air - and shoot out attacks (Esper Wing, psychic, air slash) - Esper wing is the projective icicles of avalugg - It uses psychic as the shock waves, and is in the category of Avalugg's beam (except it’s the circle going inwards) - Air slash is the icicles stalagmites - After each round he tires enough to get into hitting range.- Rinse and repeat. Right well I'm brain dead this is copy pasted from my brain

so i'll just edit this later I lie to myself

#Katakana AU #nobles #noble #pokemon legends arceus #noble pokemon #wydeer #ursaluna #basculegion #sneasler #braviary

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hummingbird-games · 3 years ago

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Dev Blog # 17

Hello friends! Happy October! Might as well throw this out here, but the rest of the year is about to get super busy for me (and I’m guessing that’s probably the story for a lot of people so AWESOME, here’s to all of us being productive 🎉)

Aside from art (the rest of sprites and alternative outfits + the backgrounds that I’m dragging my feet in editing and coding in, waahhhh) and proofreading/edits, my goal is to be 100% done with HSD:JY. Yes that includes temp music and SFX oh God help Meaning? If I were to place it on itch.io and make it live, I would not die of embarrassment at what y’all see and interact with. Might even be proud!

Also, if I commit to and accomplish this, I can give a release date that isn't “Winter 2022″! Given my track record, you guys might see it much earlier than that, but we will revisit all of this come Jan 2022, cool?

I thought about doing a current breakdown but it wouldn’t mean anything now? The game’s been written for almost a year now, everything writing wise is coded in, so I just have to make sure it’s readable. Also, the endings “screen” is in there, could look better, but it’s in there. #Updates 😎🤘🏽

Part 2 of *I lead a busy life for the rest of 2021*, November is National Writing Novel Month, and I will be stepping back from here and other places in my life to buckle down and write the script for game 2.

Yes, there will be another project for Hummingbird Games.

I have not become jaded and given up.

...What’s game 2 about?? When will it be out?? Is it high school themed too?? IS IT A SEQUEL!?!

No it’s not teen drama or a sequel! (However, I have PLENTY of teen stories in my brain so that door stays open.) But that’s all I’m saying for now. Find me in December, maybe I’ll share a little sum-sum...

Shameless Promo??? Shameless Promo!!

Twin Coves Kickstarter goes live today!

Women of Xal had a huge update not that long ago! (also on Steam if you’re into that)

Not that it needs my help, but Step 4 of Our Life: Beginnings & Always is live, also had an update recently, and I just really love this game, it has a super special place in my heart... *sobs*

If you’re an IF lover, I have to spread some love to my lovely mutual who’s launching her Filipino Mythology inspired game, Eye of the Moon, which goes live this month

If you’re an IF lover part 2, I wanna also give some love to my friend Mila and her game Golden, which is perfect if you’re wanting some supernatural lovin’ 😏

Now That I’ve Got You Right Where I Want You...

I present to you, our rival and adversary for Ryan’s affections* (oops, there goes my bias again 😗) Vanessa Cross! While she wasn’t inspired by anybody specifically, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I was able to write her character and interactions convincingly (says my sister, a high school senior at the time of game creation and bouncing off ideas, so maybe take my pat on the back with a grain of salt LOL ).

Currently, we push the idea that girls should support instead of tear each other down, and I agree!!!!...but like...sometimes you just don’t get along with people? Also these are 15-17 year olds? 😂 everything is so intense and mistakes are made, and I love writing about this stage.

SO. Do with this info as you will, and I’ll catch y’all on the flip side. Eat some candy for me!

- Gemini

*I jest! I know the pains of your fave LI not having their proper time in the sun, so believe me when I say that no matter who you choose, you aren’t missing out. Unless you don’t do the friendship path. Then yeah, you are missing out, but whatever, I warned you 🤣😂

#gamedev #High School Daze: Junior Year #game updates #the way September flew past was hella disrespectful 😭

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 8- I Heard A Rumor

Summary: Five’s healing from his shrapnel wound, Diego’s been arrested, now it’s up to you and Allison to find Vanya.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

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The drive to Jenkins grandmothers house is long and silent, the two of you settling into a nervous quiet. Allison worried for Vanya, while you’re worried for what’s happening with Diego. Of all the times for him to get arrested and it’s right when you guys get a lead. Perfect. You cross your arms as you lean yourself against the door, closing your eyes tight and taking a deep breath as you open them once again. Looking out the window at the scenery, it’s dark out and raining heavily as Allison drives. Deciding now is as good as ever, you close your eyes and lay your head against your arm, trying to catch up on some sleep, hoping the ride goes faster.

When you open them again it’s early morning, the sun is still hiding behind the clouds leaving the world in dull blues, pinks, and oranges. You shift your gaze over to Allison who looks like she’s about to fall asleep at the wheel.

“I don’t think you’d survive a car crash...so in other words, I’ll drive the rest of the way there. Deal.” You tell her with a bit of tired humor in your voice, she gives you a weary nod, slowing the vehicle down and steering it off the side of the highway.

You both get out, switching positions, as you start the car up beginning to take down the road again. You glance over at Allison who’s already passed out on the window, “Good talk.” You mutter to yourself, content with the comfortable silence.

You get off the highway, making a couple turns here and there until you reach a gravel backroad. This is it. You cautiously make your way down the drive, past trees, ferns, and other greenery. You’d honestly be enjoying the surroundings of nature more, if this trip wasn’t about finding Vanya and her crazy boyfriend.

“Allison wake up, we’re here.” You whisper, reaching out to nudge her shoulder as you park at the bottom of the small gravel driveway. She startles awake, looking at her surroundings, relaxing once she sees how calm you are.

“That seemed fast. Thanks for driving us the rest of the way...I was seriously about to pass out at the wheel.” She explains with a yawn, you let out an amused puff of air.

“I’ve been in a car wreck before....I know surprising right...it’s not what I would consider, a fun experience.” She lets out a small chuckle at your early morning bluntness, it still amazes her how unfazed you’ve become to traumatic events that have happened to you. You’re guessing it all stems from the rapid healing and whatnot, you’re body doesn’t exactly give you a proper second to contemplate your injuries. Already deciding to heal everything quickly and get on with the next problem.

The both of you get out, slowly walking up towards the cabin, deciding to find a side entrance instead of barging in through the front. It’s best to be subtle, unlike some specific individual who you will not name. You slyly stalk your way to a low window, Allison right behind you.

“See anything?” She whispers as you peer carefully through the glass, not catching sight of anything of any real importance.

That is, until your eyes land on a black violin case, “Vanya’s violin case...but that’s it, I don’t hear any movement.” You whisper back, moving away from the window to face her, “Let’s get out of here, they can’t be that far.” You add glancing around the old cabin, she agrees and the two of you turn to leave.

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“Someone better have fucking died, why are we stuck in goddamn traffic...in the countryside...literally nowhere. We’re not even in the city, what the hell?” You angrily ramble as Allison sits at the wheel listening to you go off. It takes another ten minutes to finally make it to some restaurant type business plaza area where something out of the norm has defiantly occured. Traffic is at a standstill once again as you look out the passenger side window at the various policemen wandering about in the nearby parking lot. She suddenly gets out of the car, noticing police cars surrounding some fenced off area with police tape all around it. You grumble, opening up your own door, flipping up your hood and hastily following her. She grabs a scarf that was hanging from off of a sign, walking over to the police tape and lifting it up to make her way into the off limits zone.

“Allison what the fu..” You start to tell her as a police officer gets to her first.

“Hey! Pardon me. Hey! I gotta ask you to stay behind the lines. We had an accident here last night.” He explains, halting her from walking any further. You make it to the yellow caution tape, standing on the outside like a civilized person.

“What happened here then?” You wonder, not unnoticing of the narly blood stain smeared on a nearby wall. Shit maybe someone did die.

“Ma’am. The line, please.” He adds, still wanting Allison to get behind it.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry.” She says, lifting up the yellow caution tape and standing next to you.

“Got a lot of stuff on the ground, okay? To be wary of.”

“What happened?” You ask again, really curious as to what’s holding up traffic.

The officer sighs while putting his hands on his hips, “We’re trying to figure that out. As soon as we do, you’ll be able to read it in the newspaper with everybody else. So have a nice day.” The officer says turning to walk away. Allison takes off her sunglasses, “Look officer, is there any way we..” He snaps back around his eyes shooting wide in surprise, “Holy shit! You’re Allison Hargreeves. I saw you on tv like two nights ago in that Sandra Bullock movie about underpaid teachers that rob a bank.” He excitedly rambles on. Rolling your eyes you flip your hood back, not caring if he recognizes you since Allison has taken it upon herself to blow cover. Your hair falls around your face as you blow a puff of wind to get a piece out of your eyes, this overly enthusiastic police officer’s mouth drops open once again. His face contorting from confusion to shock to realization. Ah, shit..he does indeed recognize you to your great surprise. He points to you excitedly, “No freakin way, you....you’re.....you’re...Y/N. This is crazy, you’re the Olympian! Of the frickin’ Umbrella Academy.” He gushes passionately, you purse your lips together, internally cringing a bit at hearing your old superhero name. The name you were given due to your likeness in powers and obvious immortality, to that likeness of the Greek gods and goddesses of mythical lore. You truly haven’t heard that name in many, many years, apparently you still have some old time fans.

“Yep, That’s us.” You fake smile at him, Allison doing the same, enjoying the recognition way more then you are.

“Oh! Wow. Hey. Never in a million years could I have thought I’d be in the presence of Allison Hargreeves and the Olympian. How bout’ that. What a day, huh.” He says, at a loss for words and what he could say next to his two idols, you and Allison just stand in an awkward silence. “Copy, Cheddar?” Speaks a woman’s voice from his cop radio. He quickly goes to answer, “Yeah, what do you got, Fred?”

“Hospital called. Perp from last night just regained consciousness.” She replies back. “Copy. I’ll be right over.” He says back, his face morphing back to that of an excited child’s, “Wow. Allison freakin Hargreeves and Y/N...the Olympian! Wow. My wife’s not gonna believe it.” He gushes yet again, you’d love to bitchslap that smile right off of his stupid face along with his dumb stereotypical small-town cop mustache. Allison just chuckles, as you cross your arms, “Anyway, I...I..I..I gotta go. Work stuff....Yeah.” He says almost sadly. “Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Allison answer with, as Officer Cheddar walks past you two, headed for his police car. “Actually, that’s...why I’m here. I’m... I’m researching a role. A law enforcement role.. with Y/N.” She explains giving you a quick side eye, you turn your head away from them, trying to hold in laughter. No fucking way is this cop gonna believe that load of bullshit. “In Jackpine Cove? We haven’t had a murder here in years.” He tells her. “Oh, uh...it’s about, um...a small-town cop who takes down a drug cartel. In fact, maybe I could tag along while you conduct some official police business? I promise...I won’t get in the way. I just...I think you could really, um...help develop my character, if I could live a day in the life, you know.” She tells him, hoping her little fib will do the trick. He nods carefully thinking it over, “Day in the life, huh? Eh..Come on. Follow me.” You’re eyes widen as your mouth drops open, how in the fuck? And she didn’t even have to rumor him, Allison you sly dog. She gives you a hopeful glance as the two of them start walking towards his car leaving you in the dust.

“It’s fine, I’ll just trail along...gotta get the car....that you’re leaving in traffic.” You grumble as they shut their doors, you walk over to your own vehicle. Opening up the door and getting inside.

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When you finally made it to the hospital, Officer Cheddar wouldn’t allow you near the wounded victim, calling it official police business or some shit. Allison gave you an apologetic look as you walked out the sliding glass doors without another word.

Leaning against your car, you watch cars come and go, birds going about their day, and listen to the sweet sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. Ever grateful for the lack of car horns honking every ten seconds. As well as the usual nasty smells radiating from parts of the city and coming from god knows where else. You close your eyes, letting your mind wander.

What was happening with Diego? Is Five’s injury healed yet? Was Klaus okay? And where the hell was Vanya? So many questions and concerns throwing themselves at you, and oh right. There’s an apocalypse happening within the week. Things just are not going tremendously well this week, well that’s not entirely true. Considering you’ve had some pretty stellar times with Diego here and there, all very nice times indeed. Ah, but of course, Allison would get to have a fun little detective adventure with the local idiot. And she didn’t even have to rumor him! Even now she always gets what she wants, she always has, no..stop..you can’t think like that. You stopped giving a shit about who got the most attention long ago, you’re not about to start feeling resentment now. But your mind can’t help itself as it starts to saunter into darker grounds.

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“Number Eight, if you weren’t so focused on the safety of Number Two, this mission would have been an utter success. But due to your lack of consistency when engaging in combat, you deliberately discontinued the annihilation of those four crime bosses. Jeopardizing the lives of their hostages, and all so Number Two wouldn’t get shot.....wounds heal.” Snaps Sir Reginald Hargreeves, as the whole of the Umbrella Academy plus yourself, sit around the dinner table. He’s verbally beating you down for saving Diego’s life on the Umbrella Academy’s latest mission. Where all of you surprise attacked a crime boss and his minions in his own mansion. You freed multiple people that where there due to human trafficking and other depraved things concerning illegal drugs and whatnot. It was successful to say the least, but a maid got shot in the arm when you decided to save Diego’s life instead. A mistake that Sir Reginald would not miss, nor would he ignore.

You glare up at him from across the table, “That maid survived. What? Would you rather have Diego die, or have a normal civilian live with some small injuries?” You ask him, as calmly as you can muster. He puts his fork down, sitting back, “You are part of the Umbrella Academy. Act like it. I will have no further arguments out of you for the rest of this meal, is that understood?” He replies sternly, cutting you off from further arguing, he takes a bite from his fork while watching your every move. You clench your jaw in frustration, no matter what you say he won’t care, “I understand.” You mutter through clenched teeth, turning away to focus sourly on your meal that you could care less about enjoying at the moment. The rest of dinner is held in an awkward silence.

As you’re returning to your room, Luther comes walking around the corner, headed for his own one. “Why do you always try and talk back to him? I mean, he is kinda right. You should have helped that woman, that’s what we’re there for.” Explains Luther as the two of you walk down the hallway.

“Of course you’d agree with him, why do I even bother.” You growl at him, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly Allison walks out of her room, joining the two of you stopped in the hallway.

“If you’re here to tell me I was wrong for talking back I’ll shove my foot up your ass.” You deadpan, her face grimacing in disgust.

“That’s lovely. But a little advice, Y/N, if you want to stay on his good side, just shut your mouth and try to be less of an asshole.” She tells you like a scolding mother, you shake your head at them, “All you two have to do is exist and follow everything daddy tells you. While the rest of us get kicked under the rug. He likes you two the best, you know. But I don’t even need to tell you...I’m positive you both are capable of already understanding that.” You whisper yell at them, sick of all their high and mighty comments, just don’t talk and let Reginald boss you around. No way. “Whatever.” Mumbles Allison. “You just don’t know how to be normal, or how to not be a smartass.” Sasses Luther rudely.

“What? We are literally the closest thing from normal for fucks sake.” You snap at him giving him a what-the-hell-are-you-serious face, he crosses his arms in annoyance.

“Don’t swear. You know we can’t say stuff like that. Dad or Pogo might hear. And Y/N, stop trying to start stuff. You wonder why Dad makes sure you’re last for everything, he doesn’t exactly like you as much....then again neither do I.” You look at him with a poker face, trying your hardest not to bitchslap him right now. It’s honestly incredibly tempting.

“I’m really feeling the family love, Luther. And by the way.....all of you suck.” You add bluntly, flipping them off as you turn on your heel and walk angrily into your room, slamming the door in their faces.

You sat in the middle of your floor for a good hour just fuming with quiet rage, until everything started to simmer down. They all get on your nerves to no end, and the only ones you can stand for longer then two hours are Vanya and Ben. Klaus is fun for awhile, that is on most occasions, until he starts trying to get you to see how long you can hold your hand over a flame before it hurts to much. Oddly fascinated with your ability to rapidly heal yourself, oddly enough you’ll usually do it, but you can only take Klaus in small doses. Then there’s Diego, who you’ve formed a solid love/hate relationship with. He’s just so weird, one minute he’s acting super cute and funny and trying to impress you or show off his knife skills so incredibly hard. Then a second later. Luther, Allison, or Reginald walks into the room and he’s being a jerk. Pretending like you don’t exist, and acting like such a hard-ass, it’s stupid. Klaus swears he’s got the fattest crush on you, but sometimes you’re not so sure, that kid gives you hella mixed signals.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door, “If it’s you Luther, I’ll shank you with a paintbrush.” You tell this mystery person, crossing your arms as you look up at the door. You hear a soft chuckle from the other side, “No need. It’s just Diego....uh...could I come in? Please?” He whispers from the other side, your heart swells and you quickly get up to open it. “What’s up loser, I hope you’re not here to crush all my hopes and dreams.” You quip opening up the door wider so he can walk in, you closing it once again. He walks over to your carpet, sitting down by a bunch of random pillows. You soon follow, sitting across from him. “So, whatcha doin here?” You awkwardly ask him, confused as to why he’s in your room, not that you mind, but still. He fiddles with one of his daggers, looking down at his hands, “Uh, I wanted to say thanks for saving my ass yesterday. Sorry you took the fall for it, that was pretty badass of you to stand up to Dad.” He tells you still avoiding eye contact, you smile at him, “Well, I’d rather not have my favorite frisbee partner kick the bucket.” He smiles at that, finally looking up at you. “Yeah, we make a pretty good team, huh.” He glances down again at his dagger, nervously twisting it in his hands, “So, uh, Y/N. I..uh...have something to um...tell you.” He looks up at you, you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat quicken as a light blush dusts his cheeks, he continues, “Please don’t think I’m weird...but I really...like..yo..” Before he can finish his declaration of how he truly feels for you, the door bursts open. Revealing Luther and an angry Reginald, “Number Two. Number Eight. You were strictly told to go to your rooms and not come out until morning. I will have none of this, Number Two, out!” He snaps.

“I’m already in my room.”

He gives you a deadly warning glare as Diego gives you a sad look before bolting out the door. Reginald following as Luther gives you a snide smile, practically silently laughing at you. Fuck off, Diego was about to tell me something important you pricks. You would have liked to say, but thought otherwise, a wonderful moment utterly ruined.

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Oh the fun childhood memories that stay with you to this day, intrusively barging their way back into your brain when you’re alone. Damn they all were little pricks back in the day, huh. All you tried to do was stand up for others and keep them safe, but all that the others wanted was to desperately please Reginald at any given opportunity. And that was the first time Diego truly opened up to you, it was short lived, but it was the start of something amazing.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hey!” Shouts Allison who’s running to you, your head snaps up at the sudden noise.

“What? I can hear you, calm down.” You tell her, pushing yourself off the car door.

“Vanya and Leonard Peabody were just here this morning. They were here, when we were at the cabin, they must have come back. We gotta go.” She hurriedly rambles, taking the keys out of your hand and opening up the drivers side.

“Well shit.” You run around to the passengers seat, hoping in quickly, as Allison takes off towards the cabin.

The drive is thankfully short, but by now the suns beginning to set as a new darkness starts to engulf the land. It’s beautiful and calming to feel the night air and listen to the wind sway the pines back and forth. But you have no time to fully enjoy it, to worried and on guard for what you and Allison might run into.

“What the hell. Why’s it so windy all of a sudden.” You say aloud, shutting the car door and turning to walk up the gravel driveway. “Yeah, this is definitely odd.” Mutters Allison, equally as puzzled.

As you both reach the porch, the sound of Vanya’s violin wafts its way out and into the quiet night air. It’s beautiful, with the exception of all the lights and other porch furniture that’s swaying to the wind, er music. You’re not completely sure what’s going on. “Vanya? Is that you?” Shouts Allison as she looks into a window, quickly walking up to the door and opening it. No regard for safety, come on Allison we talked about this, you think to yourself as you follow her into the windy cabin. “Vanya, there you are. What is going on?” Allison half yells, bringing Vanya’s attention to the two of you. “Hey V.” You wave at her awkwardly, as she stops playing her violin.

“What are you two doing here?” She questions, trying to figure out how you would have found her, and most importantly why?

“We came to find you. Are you okay?” Allison worries. “Yeah.” Vanya says with a small but confused smile.

“Vans, you wouldn’t happen to know what’s causing all the spooky ghost wind? Now would you?” You question her, giving the room a short look around.

“Me.”

Allison walks in closer, “What do you mean, me?” She asks, confusion clear on her features. You furrow your brows, puzzled as well. “I mean....I made those things happen. With my powers. Turns out I’ve had them all this time. It’s weird, huh?” Vanya tells the both of you, her voice holding a tinge of resentment.

“It’s in..it’s incredible.” Allison gasps, shocked and amazed at this new information.

Vanya’s face falls, “But?”

“Can we just leave now. We’ll all have a nice lovely conversation about it in the car.” You rush, feeling the tension in the room starting to increase, as you attempt to get things rolling.

“Why?” Wonders Vanya. Allison glances down for a moment, sighing softly, “You’re not gonna want to hear it.” She warns, oh right, we gotta tell Vanya about her psychotic boyfriend. That’s gonna go well.

“Well, that’s never stopped you before.” She adds dryly, ouch. But well deserved.

“Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins.” Allison pauses for a moment, letting the information sink into Vanya, “Remember when I couldn’t find anything in the library on Leonard? It’s because Leonard Peabody doesn’t exist. Harold Jenkins does.” She explains, Vanya listens in silence, not sure what to believe anymore.

“She’s right. He was in prison for 12 years. The sick fuck murdered his father when he was 13...his pops might have had it coming..but still.” You tell her, further backing up Allison’s facts.

“This is...insane. His dad was an engineer at the..” Allison cuts her off, “I have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you.”

“I don’t...I don’t understand.” Vanya says shaking her head, not believing in these obscene facts. You walk closer to Allison, who’s standing a couple feet away from Vanya. “Leonard, Harold, Yeah man. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, and it sounds crazy. But we were in his house, this wack-job has pictures of us with our eyes gouged out.” You urge, trying to help her understand. Her brows furrow in agitated bewilderment, “Wh..What?” She starts as Allison quickly interrupts her, “I promise I will tell you everything in the car, but it is not safe.” Rushes Allison worriedly as she grabs Vanya’s arm, pulling her a couple feet towards the door. “No, stop.” Objects Vanya, sitting down in a rocking chair, Allison falling to her knees in front of her. “Look, um...I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to hear this...how you feel right now, but I..I love you, and I just...I wanna be here for you, as your sister.” Pleads Allison, desperately trying to get Vanya moving and away from this place. You stand back, folding your arms in concern, you can feel a heavy uneasiness crawling over the room.

“There’s just no way. I love him. This just doesn’t make any sense. And this power...I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do.” Mutters Vanya, her face washing over in troubled distress, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.

“Now I understand.” Whispers Allison, apparently remembering a long forgotten memory, “When we were four. Dad told us you were sick. You had to be isolated. We were so young. None of us knew to question it. But then he asked me to do something I never understood...until now. He made me an accomplice.” Explains Allison shamefully, bowing her head down in disgust for what she did. You watch Vanya’s shocked face, you had no idea any of this happened. And clearly neither did she.

“You did this to me?” Whispers Vanya.

“I...I didn’t realize.”

“You knew this whole time? That I had powers!” Shouts Vanya, getting up off the rocking chair in a fury. “No, no! I didn’t understand until we came today, until I saw it.” Pleads Allison standing up as well. You just stand back and continue to watch the shit-show, damn, this family continues to surprise you to no end.

“Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you never wanted me around.” She cries, anger and sadness fueling her.

“What? No!”

“You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house, your...your dominance.” Vanya continues, her temper rising by the minute. “That is not true.” Adds Allison, Vanya screaming back, “You couldn’t handle the fact that Dad might find me special.”

“You are special, with or without powers.” Snaps Allison desperately.

“Don’t...Don’t say that!” Screams Vanya, her face a mask of hurt and anger. “We have a chance to start over.” Allison tells her calmly, Vanya not buying into anything, “You destroyed my life!” She yells. You throw your hands up to your hypersensitive ears, not being able to stand the shouting anymore.

“Oh, come on Vanya. Everything is out in the open. We can move on.” Begs Allison getting frustrated. Vanya shakes her head, “Oh, I’m moving on. But not with you, or Y/N, with Leonard.” She snaps, you interject for the first time, “With Harold, the crazy bastard remember.” She ignores you, screaming back, “With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me!” Allison stands back, lightly chuckling at the ridiculous thought of this random psychopath loving anyone. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not threatened now.” Says Vanya calmly, you look around you as the wind begins to pick up in the cabin once again, shit.

“I don’t wanna argue with you.” Begins Allison, Vanya vocalizing her rage, “Then go! I don’t want your help!” She wails, you cover your sensitive ears tighter.

“Vanya, I love you!” Allison cries, begging her to listen.

“Stop saying that!” Screams Vanya, even louder then before. Allison’s face scrunches up in confusion as she looks around the windy room, “Are you okay?”

“I said go!” A second later the lights above Allison shatter, raining down glass into your hair and hers. “Please don’t make me do this.” Begs Allison, at her whits end, and out of ideas on what to do about Vanya’s growing outrage. You take a step back, your legs hitting the front of the couch, afraid of what she’s about to do next, “I heard a rumor..” Allison begrudgingly starts, without warning Vanya reacts with lighting speed, you watch on in horror as Vanya whips her violin string across Allison’s vulnerable throat. Slitting it in one clean motion, your eyes shoot over to a shocked Allison, then deep red blood begins pooling out of her neck. Her eyes go wide as she raises her hands to stop the bleeding, you and Vanya race over to her as she begins to fall to the carpeted floor. “Allison!” Screams Vanya, terrified at what she had just done. “I didn’t mean to...I didn’t....I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She cries, glancing at you then back to Allison as hot tears begin streaming down her face. You listen to the strained gasps coming from Allison, as you rip off the bottom of your shirt and place it firmly where the injury is, doing your best to stop the bleeding. While Vanya’s hyperventilating next to you, you can hear Leonard urging her to get up and follow him out the door. He rushes over, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her away, you snap out of your trance of saving Allison’s life.

Racing after them, Leonard shoves a hysterical Vanya out the door, before he whips around to face you, who’s staring daggers at him from the doorway.

“The Olympian. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He says with an agitating grin as you sneer at him.

“Well, I wouldn’t stay to excited about it for much longer.” You snap, he chuckles at that while taking a step back.

In an instant you lunge at him, pushing him ferociously into the porch railing, the boards snap as they catch his weight. He staggers to his feet, wiping a smear of blood from his mouth and letting out a ragged cough while giving you a sly smile as he goes to picks up Vanya, “You won’t be able to move for quit awhile. And that’s all we need.” He tells you mysteriously, turning away and hastily limping down the steps, hand in hand with Vanya. You snap out of your daze, going to take a step to finish the job when your stomach has the most intensely jarring sharp pain, practically screaming at you to stop. You look down, this fucker stabbed you with a Swiss Army knife. “Goddammit.” You groan, grabbing its hilt and pulling it painfully out of you. Some blood squirts out and drips onto the wooden floor. You grimace, lifting the bloody blade up to your nose, you take a small sniff. “Oh fuck.” You deadpan, he coated the blade with some type of poison. You’re not sure what from, but you can tell its been tampered with, this dick knew what the fuck he was about, damn he must really hate the Umbrella Academy.

Knowing you probably only have a couple minutes left before the toxins fully reach into your system. You drop the knife, stumbling over to a barely conscious Allison. You fall to the floor, grabbing the arm of the couch with your left hand. Your whole body feels sick and you start to sweat heavily, you’re not sure if you’re about to vomit or not. Luckily it passes, replaced by an intense agonizing pain stabbing at your stomach, at least you can still breath. You crawl to Allison’s legs, leaning yourself against the couch, fighting to keep yourself awake, you have to stay awake, you have to fight through the poison that’s desperately trying to kill you. But everything feels so fuzzy and you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. It’s deafening. Nonetheless you crawl forward, reaching your right hand up to press gently onto her bleeding wound.

You don’t know how long you’ve been slumped on the floor in agony, straining to keep your eyes open as bloody drool seeps out from the side of your mouth. But you could have swore you just heard the sound of car doors slamming shut. A moment later the screen door bursts open, Luther entering first, followed by Klaus, Five, and Diego. Luther races over to Allison’s left side, since your slowly dying on her right. Klaus kneels down in front of you, lifting your head up, it’s so hard to move, your body feels like it’s on fire and tied down by a thousand ship anchors.

“Y/N, what happened? What’s wrong with you?” Pleads Klaus breathlessly, terrified that you’re not healing right away. It’s how poison works, it won’t kill you, but damn will it keep you awake in a half dying state until the affects wear off.

Diego suddenly materializes from up above you, your vision is so blurry, you could barely tell it’s him. You can’t clearly make out a single comprehensible word from either of them. But a minute later you can feel yourself being lifted, and carefully carried out the door and down the steps. Where you’re then put into a car, your head and shoulder is leaning against something soft and warm. Presumably Diego or Klaus but you can’t tell anymore. Then the vehicle begins to move, the dull rumbling of the engine, forcing you into a half-conscious state. You don’t remember the ride home.

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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The Cabin

Pairing: Faith x reader

Request: Maybe ❝ is that your idea of a costume? ❞ and “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.” with Faith x reader. Faith is attracted to readers costume but pulls the whole little kid pulling crushes pigtails with their words type thing. Thanks a million and no worries if you aren't inspired or you are writing and get to it and realize you have too many requests or something.

Requested by: anon

Warning: Swearing. Threat/violence. Serial killer.

A/N: Reader’s family owns a cabin (in the woods). Reader is wearing a Halloween costume. You’re dressed as a vampire. I felt I had to assign something so I’m sorry if you don’t like it – you can imagine you’re something else it’s not essential to the plot.

You and Faith liked each other. It was widely known by pretty much every resident of Sunnydale, demons and humans alike. The only people that weren’t aware that one had feelings for the other were you and Faith. You definitely knew you liked here but you weren’t aware she felt the same. But you had been dropping hints and trying to vie for her attention when you could, without success.

This was your last resort. You were spending the Halloween weekend away at a cabin in the woods. You had convinced Faith to drive you both down there. You told her that the others would meet you there, but you may have forgotten to invite anyone else. You had been sick of waiting for a moment to create itself organically and decided to take destiny into your own hands.

She pulled up in and didn’t get out, just honked her horn at you and waited. She was excited to see you, but she didn’t show it. She didn’t want to be rejected – she knew she was punching every time she tried to create a moment with you. You eventually came out of your front door, hauling a large bag for the weekend. As soon as she saw you, it knocked the breath from her body. Your costume. You were a vampire this Halloween. For a slayer, she was ridiculously attracted to the way you looked as a stereotypical vampire.

“Is that your idea of a costume?” you asked as you stopped next to her rolled down window on the driver’s side. You looked her up and down and frowned. She hadn’t dressed up. She was in her usual clothes. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you as if she wasn’t obsessed with you in your outfit.

“We’re going to your folk’s cabin, how am I meant to know there was a fuckin’ dress code”

“It’s Halloween! Of course there’s gonna be fancy dress!” you gave her a look as if to say it was a very obvious requirement. She shrugged, clearly not dashing back home to get her little Bopeep costume.

“Get in, y/n/n” She said “D’ya know the way?” she called as you opened the boot and placed your weekend bag inside.

“It’s kinda off the beaten track, but that’s part of it’s beauty. I have a map” You offered as you shut it and walked around to the passenger side with a smile. She didn’t reply, just started up the car and kept her eyes on the road ahead.

Faith had trouble expressing her attraction and seeing you in your costume was making it harder. Her eyes had widened, only a fraction, and she had raked her eyes along your body as subtly as she could without you noticing.

She set off, driving like a bat out of hell down the highways as you instructed he the right way to go. She chatted a lot and you happily chipped in. She was fun to be around and you desperately wished you could tell her how you felt, but she kind of teased you when you started talking of anything serious.

There was a lull in conversation and you looked to the back seat, noticing a baseball bat rolling about on the backseat. You squinted at the item and then back at her but shrugged. Best not to ask, it might be a Slayer thing.

After getting lost twice, and having almost an argument every five minutes, you finally rolled up the drive.

“Hell’s cove. Are you kiddin’?” she asked after reading the name on the cabin that someone in your family had decided on generations ago. The sign was kind of old and faded.

“It’s named after the beach down the road. We live on Hell’s mouth, it’s not much different” You assured her, but the shiver that ran up your spine and rang through to your brain. It vibrated with concern as if it were the bell you would try to hit using a hammer on a carnival game.

In the cabin you both started to settle in. You took a deep breath, trying to think how to word what you needed to say. You decided to just get it over with.

“Oh, uh, the others kinda cancelled...” you mutter, turning away to check in the cupboards. She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. She was actually really pleased that she had you alone.

“Whatever” She shrugged.

“I guess we’ll have to make our own fun” You smiled and she rolled her eyes, but couldn’t quite conceal her smile.

It was later in the evening and you had put some music on. There was a wood fire going and you were bustling about in your outfit with Faith watching you from her seat. You reached to close a cupboard but paused just before you contacted with the wood.

Had it been the crackling of the fire? The music? Movement from inside the shopping bag? No. Your gut told you no. Something was wrong. That noise was coming from inside the house.

“D-do you hear that?” You mutter, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the fire.

“What?” She asked as you go and turn the music right down.

“That... noise”

“Aw, y/n, you never told me you were scared of the things that go bump in the-” She was stopped mid-sentence. She heard it this time. The strange rattling that appeared to be close and yet so far away. You and Faith stared at each other and didn’t say anything. It started to sound closer and closer and then it just stopped.

An eerie silence, all you could hear was yours and Faith’s breathing. You wanted to grab for her hand. But you didn’t want her to think you couldn’t be tough.

You slowly managed to regulate your breathing, after staying still and waiting. Just as you relaxed, a new noise echoed through the cabin.

Knock knock knock.

You jumped. Faith was about to get up but you ran to the door, insistent on not giving into your fear. You swung the door open but nobody was outside. In fact, nothing outside was moving. It was creepily still. The lights weren’t on and there was no movement. You slowly closed the door, the creaking echoing back to you from the tree line.

You turned away starting to walk towards her, wishing you could run into her arms-

Knock knock knock.

It rang through the cabin, you jumped and paused before walking over there. You were staring to feel sick. Scared. This time, Faith came with you. You swung the door open and you were presented with the never ending darkness of the night.

You were so spooked you hadn’t even noticed the door. But Faith had, she tapped your shoulder and pointed.

“Were they there before?” She asked, already knowing the answer. This was all she needed, some demon coming in and ruining her chances with you. You looked to what she was gesturing at. Deep scratch marks had been left in the front door. They were nail marks. They had dragged across the front door after you had arrived.

A shadow goes across the window and you jump. You caught it from your peripheral vision. You moved to her side and she frowned, as you whispered what you had seen. She looked towards the window but not able to see anything. She didn’t leave your side, she allowed you to huddle close to her without comment. You stayed that way for a while until a loud noise made you jump from you place by her side.

The lights had started to flicker before suddenly leaving you both in a flood of darkness. You were trapped in the shadows.

“No no no!” You shouted in frustration and she had to clasp a hand against your mouth to stop you screaming louder. She moved her hand and walked to look out of the window, checking that it was clear. She turned to you, concern evident.

“We’re outta here” She muttered and you nodded. You wanted to leave too. She grabbed your hand and lead you straight out of the door and back the way you had entered.

You both dashed straight to the car and got in. She fumbled with the keys as you turned and manually locked the car doors. Faith turned the key in the ignition but the car wouldn’t start. She tried again, but with no luck.

She hit the steering wheel twice in frustration and when that didn’t work she muttered, “Shit. It’s dead”

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches…” You muttered, banging your head in frustration against the dashboard, “…And I’m 90% sure there’s a serial killer on the loose”

“Okay, what decade are you living in? I’ve gotta torch in here” she muttered, moving you out of the way, her hand lingering slightly on your shoulder, before she started looking in the glove compartment, “See?” She flashed the torch in your eyes to prove it worked as you complained and shoved her hand away from you. She smiled and turned to open the door and leave the car.

“You can’t go out there! What if he- what if there’s someone waiting to-?”

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much. But hey, I got the Slayer thing goin’ for me so I’m gonna check it out – you should stay”

“I’m not staying in here on my own dressed like this!” you gestured at your costume which wasn’t suitable for the weather or if you were honest, suitable to be seen in public in. It was a little too well-fitted and you really wished you hadn’t dressed up thinking about Faith’s approval.

“Just lock the door, I’ll be back for ya” she winked before turning to walk away.

“I don’t know that! You could be in on it, waiting to hold me down for the creepy shadow guy!” You hissed, opening the door and slipping out.

“Why would I do that?” She squinted, assuming it had been quite obvious that she had a soft spot for you. I mean, she had driven you here hadn’t she? Her well-timed jibes the way she hinted her affection. It was flirting 101, but apparently you hadn’t been taught that teasing and comments designed to brush someone off were now considered flirting.

“Well you don’t seem to like me very much. I mean, I had hoped you were covering for some-” you stopped yourself. You had hoped her attitude was a kinda cover-up for her real feelings. But now you just felt stupid. And cold.

“I came to Creepsville for you, on Halloween. D’you think I’d do that for anyone?” She laughed as you slammed the car door shut and moved to stand by her side rather than safely get back into the car, “What’re you doin’? Stay there”

“I’m not leaving you to go out there! I’m... back up!”

“Back up? We’re never getting’ out of here alive” she quipped, shaking her head. But the small smile suggested that she appreciated you wanting to stick by her side.

“I have fake fangs in my pocket, if anyone gets too close I’ll snap at them” you said very seriously but Faith could help fully laughing at you. You really did make her smile, it brightened her day. Even in a situation like this.

You both walked the perimeter. You had a jacket, but it was pretty thin material and you were cursing yourself for it every step you walked around the perimeter of the cabin. You knew it was cold up here and yet you had sacrificed yourself for the Halloween costume. She rolled her eyes and offered her leather jacket to you, “Take it”

“Thanks” you say softly, a contrast from your spooky costume, “Do you, uh, do you actually like me?” you finally had the courage to ask. It only took a life or death situation to make you finally do it. It could be your last chance, after all.

“What?”

“You said that you wouldn’t come here for… anyone” you pressed.

“I said that, huh?”

“Yep. So, does this mean that-” You finally decided to ask. To see how she felt. But she cut you off.

“We don’t have time for this, y/n/n” She cut you off quickly, unsure of how to express herself. How to explain exactly what you meant to her. But you wouldn’t let her off the hook this time.

“There’s never a good time! I like you! I want to kiss you and hold your hand and all of that!” It finally exploded, pouring from your mouth, “You drive me places, you let me share your jacket and you tried to protect me before – don’t tell me you’re too cool to feel the same way… please?” your voice tailed off slightly.

She closed the space between you. Unable to put into words how you made her feel. She kissed you, in a way you would never have expected. It was slow, almost gentle. She kissed so softly, featherlight at first. She cherished every part of you, her hands now on either side of your face as the kiss deepened, both showing your want. Her non-verbal confirmation of everything. You were the one. You kissed her as if it was the last thing you would ever do. Your desire to have more of her. To have her in every way she would let you. Your lips gliding over hers, parting for her so easily. You had dreamt of this for so long and the feeling was better than you could have imagined. Somehow, you were now pressed against the thick trunk of a tree, her body pressed against yours. She kissed more urgently, the chill of the air whipping around you as you both leant into the fiery embrace.

Just as midnight tolled on a clock that neither of you could hear as the nearest town was so far away, evil walked towards you. This would be where the eerie music would have started playing, if you had really been inside a horror movie. Where the music would start to reach a crescendo, allowing the

A twig snapped and you sprung apart. A figure stood there, his head cocked to the side. A mask, he was wearing a mask. He was holding a knife and he was running his pointing finger along the tip of the knife with the other hand. He was toying with you, not realising who he was dealing with.

Faith scoffed, the kiss from you filling her with more self-assurance than she knew what to do with. She had just got the one person she never thought she would. She felt invincible. She ran straight for the killer, who started to wildly stab at her. But Faith had more practice than him. She was a brilliant fighter and managed to disarm him almost immediately. He didn’t go down easily though.

You left her and her eyes widened. You had gone to grab the baseball bat that you had eyed on the back seat on your journey over here. But she thought you had left her. She nodded, telling herself she should have expected you would leave. Everyone did.

Faith had been distracted watching you walk away. He took his chance and tackled her and they went rolling down the bank together, narrowly missing the trees and landing near a body of water. you just caught them tumbling as you ran back, the bat in your hand. You skidded down the hill, hurrying after them when you returned. She was punching him repeatedly, hitting anywhere she could now. The fight had been on a long time and this human was surprisingly agile. Almost superhuman.

You swung the bat behind you, steadying your breathing. You tried to visualise the shot you needed to take. You moved back, quickly smashing the splintered bat against the back of his head. The bat returning to you slicked with blood.

You gasped, staring at the bat as he sunk to his knees and eventually lay on the ground of the woods that had been littered with pines. The sticky liquid now running down the bank and into the once clear water below.

She ran over to you, taking the bat and insisting you saved her life. That you had to do it or you both would have died. You went cold, staring at the masked figure. You nodded along with her words, getting used to the idea that you had just killed someone. She stepped over the body to embrace you, holding you to her as she could tell you were still in shock. As you sunk into her arms, lulled into the soft embrace of security, the hair on the back of your neck started to raise.

Something was wrong.

A large, garbled breath rattled. A horrifying gasp as the figure moved from the floor and reached to grab at your ankle. He wrapped his hand around you, gripping tight. You start to open your mouth in shock, struggling against him. Faith sprung into action immediately, she kicked him and then stamped down on the mask hard several times. Making sure that this time he wouldn’t get up again.

Much like a Scooby-doo villain the man behind the mask looked a little pathetic compared to his persona. He had messed with the wrong pair and you had both shown him before he was sent to his watery grave.

You both turned to leave, covered in dirt and lightly caked in what you presumed was blood. Faith wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to climb back up the bank in the early dawn light. Both vowing never to return to the cabin again.

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