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alrightbuckaroo · 7 months ago

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Fic Pride Friday

Happy Friday, everyone! I missed this last week so I thought I'd make up for it this week! I don't have in me to go through 40+ works as of late, so I just pulled some from my long form work. Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @vineofroses, @bonheur-cafe and @literateowl for the tags!

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

tender eyes that shine:

TK’s thrusts are in rapid succession; the only thing keeping up with the rhythm is Carlos’ heartbeat. It’s as if TK, right now, in this moment, is a lifeline that Carlos is tethered to that’s born out of nothing more desirous longing and trust.

TK calls him “Baby” and the last thing Carlos thinks is that he can only hope Heaven will be half as sweet as the way that word sounds rolling off of TK’s tongue. Suddenly, the darkness that’s gripped him seems to ease itself. Darkness ebbs away as the light becomes something more tangible, something just out of reach. He opens his eyes, and he sees both TK and his father. Carlos isn’t sure if he’s been brought back from death or if he’s been left to his own devices in Heaven. He’s always thought that TK has the beauty of an angel that’s come down to Earth, one that’s replaced his halo with a fireman’s cap. When he sees his father standing above him, it comes as no surprise. Carlos has always considered him to be a martyr, fighting the good fight until the very end. With the warm golden hue surrounding the both of them, he thinks this must be the highest the sky can go.

summer slipped us underneath her tongue:

TK leans down, causing a dip in the bed as he leans in to give Carlos a kiss. He tastes like last night’s raspberry tart and all of Carlos’ dreams come true. He pulls away and says, “I’ll be back before you have the chance to miss me.” Carlos smiles, his face still cupped between TK’s hands. “It’s hard not to miss you. I love having you around.” There’s that word again: love. Love is a word that’s always tossed around casually, even by them; but the way it sounds rolling off of Carlos’ tongue causes TK’s heart to skip a beat. As if it’s a rock being thrown across a once still pond. Ever since TK realized that this, this thing with Carlos is no longer casual but something very real; the word love has hit his ear differently each and every time. He loves Carlos, and all he wants to do is tell him.

Carlos is spiraling well beyond his control. He’s trying to piece where he went wrong but then TK is grabbing his hand and saying his name like it’s the only word he’s ever know.

29 Going on 30

TK’s a little disheartened at the realization. He used to know this city like the back of his hand; now he feels like he’s wearing a glove.

“I think that part of living life is finding new ways to left love in,” Carlos continues. “Learning that love can be an afternoon serenade, a hideous sweater that you still found a way to look good in or the realization that the love that feels too good to be true is the love that you’ve been deserving of all along.” TK is quiet for a beat; a medley of mixed emotions overtaking him. Love that feels too good to be true is the love that you’ve been deserving of all along. Maybe Carlos is right, maybe he needs to let himself finally feel comfortable with the idea that this type of love isn’t meant to crumble. He won’t have to dig through the remains of what’s left to restore himself. This love has a foundation that’s meant to last. Quietly, he asks, “You still think I’m a dream?” “So much I almost can’t believe my eyes,” Carlos replies with a smile. “You deserve an everlasting love, Tyler,” The words are a declaration, a phrase that gives no room for argument. “I’ll always be here, wanting to be the one that gives it to you.”

come and take a walk on the wild side

It’s 4:02 a.m. and TK is standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. For the most part, the party has thinned out except for a couple of stragglers and those that had decided to spend the night. He holds the phone close to his ear; hearing the other line ring, once, twice, three times. He’s about the end the call before it can even start when a voice answers on the other line. “Hello?” The voice sounds groggy, and aged. TK still recognizes it all the same. TK doesn’t respond, feeling the words anxious to grab purchase. “Hello? Is anyone there?” TK doesn’t reply, and it’s not soon before the person on the other line hangs up. He brings the phone down, and whispers to himself, “Happy Father’s Day, dad.”

“I’d ask you to save the attitude for dinner, but,” Sam finally breaks eye contact, looking back down at his phone, knowing he’s about to win this back and forth between them. “We both know you’ll hold me to that.” TK hears the unspoken command: knock it off. He knows he should, just make the rest of the night easier for both of them; but there’s something in him that wants to fight against that feeling. Relieve himself of the weight that he’s holding for both of them. “Yeah? And give your dad another reason to hate everything about me?” TK decides not to think about the fact Winston brings out the worst in both of them. Sam doesn’t look up from his phone, wanting to treat TK’s response like it’s nothing but a low brow tactic. “He doesn’t hate everything about you.” TK snorts. “Oh yeah? What doesn’t he hate?” Sam looks up from his phone and stares directly at TK, giving him his undivided attention. His words drip with a scathing sense of frustration, “The way you know how to get under my skin.”

I'm a week late to this so I'm sure everyone has already gone, but if you haven't and want to share, consider this open tag for you :)

#come and take a walk on the wild side really is that girl when she's updated #fic: tender eyes that shine #fic: summer slipped us underneath her tongue #fic: 29 Going on 30 #fic: come and take a walk on the wild side #tag you're it #my writing

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enigmawriteswhump · 9 months ago

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The Last Librarian

Part 1

💠 Next

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It was easy to fall into the rhythm.

Secretary work was mind-numbingly boring, and paid less than was appreciated. But, the main reason why I kept going was that I needed to survive.

I needed to survive, so I could live.

The lady I worked for ran a small shop named Stone Spirits, a little upstart company. They were backing off the new, trending holistic measures that the last few years had set spinning into motion. To be fair, it meant I was able to add more gems to my ongoing collection, and get free tarot readings once a month. Clara was nice once you got to know her. I mean, once you looked past the three piercings hanging from her nose, and the streaks of neon in her hair. It was enough to ward anyone straight-laced far, far away.

Sometimes I thought she was Fae from the way she practically floated on air with "nature's healing grace", as she called it. I also wondered how many zapain she was on per day to keep her so calm while running a company.

I'm able to handle spreadsheets, orders, but it wasn't what I really saw myself doing for too much longer. I'd wanted to go into maybe geology, or maybe just art, or maybe something in between.

Life falls apart sometimes, and puts you back together in all the wrong places. I'm still trying to rearrange things.

Finally, the clock hits five, and I am able to lean away from my laptop. My fingers reach towards my head, and gently rub my sinuses. I was going to sue Clara for making me work and enticing me with free stones. I swear, I never had so many headaches before I started this job.

I wearily raise my head, eyes alighting on the time.

Shit! I have to let Lucas in!

Scrambling back, I chuck my woolen poncho on, tuck a scarf around my neck and snatch up my bag.

With hurried steps, the bell echoed shrilly as the door swung shut behind me.

***

My breath is still shuddering as I collapse into the chair, the fifteen minute walk before he arrived had me rushing. I wasn't usually so easily lost in thought, life kept me busy enough. But in the last year, I'd started an extra volunteering session in the library for children who had parents working in the district. They needed a place to go before their parents arrived from work.

I'd actually worked in this library before, and it had been a nice, little part time job for me as a teen', but the place had since... Deteriorated. Staff kept disappearing, and it was on a "volunteer only" principle. The local council now refused to pay the librarians. Budget cuts.

Sadness didn't begin to cover my feelings, to see another piece of life twisted around in some strange parody. Air now smells stale, instead of comforting and musty. The carpet had picked up dirt from a thousand people more. It looked all the worse for it.

The scanners had broken and been replaced, seeming more and more alien against the decrepit library. Even the computers had grime that ran so deep into the keyboards I'm surprised they hadn't jammed.

I'd done my best on my evenings here to tidy it up as much as I could. To coax some love back into it. Trying to hoover the floor, without much success. Rebacking the children's display with newer books. Books I'm sure wouldn't have been brought in yet without my interference... I had to stop myself from buying new sets of books from charity shops for the library. Even while I wanted to help, I didn't get paid for it. My rent had more control on me than books could. My hand could only forlornly rest on my purse.

But at least one child didn't mind how horrid the library was. To him, it was a small space of heaven.

He was my only kid who came on Wednesdays. His mother worked across the street in the cafe and finished at six thirty. While she was a woman with a drawn face and a closed heart, I knew she appreciated having someone help her look after her child.

I almost found a mother in her.

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Today it's Horrid Henry, but I'm hoping I'll be able to guide him to a fantasy series next. At least then I could have a deeper conversation than "What did Henry do this time?".

Fondly, I look over to the boy swinging his legs as he reads. Two shoes with hastily undone laces swung back and forth like a metronome.

It calmed me, having company here. It felt as if my purpose was clear for an hour - to observe, to protect, to laugh. To bring a little boy some joy.

I settled by my desk that I kept near his favourite chair, so that when he giggled, he didn't have to shout to where my desk was to tell me the line.

It helped me to focus really, to sign out the occasional book on the online form and, on occasion, taking a chance to add to my journal.

The library wasn't... Busy. Most children had their ipads and Netflix to keep them entertained nowadays. It made me almost nostalgic for the summers a decade ago. When the fountains outside worked, and the library was smothered with children all signing up to the Summer Read-athon. How they fizzed across the room with a book in each hand. Mothers chatting without discretion even though it was a library. Children's groups which ran across the holidays. The tinkle of the local ice cream truck chuntering along outside. Each moment rounding up more stray children with its corny and tinny tune. The smell of crisps and sticky fingers.

The amount of life this place once had. The big corporations which had stamped out any homely, local businesses which had made the air that much sweeter. Yet now the clinical, conventional coffeehouse glared at us from across the street.

I still missed the freshly baked patisseries. The welcoming smile of my usual barista. Her smile had been so beautiful.

It was the clicking of heels muffling against carpet however, which snatched me from my haze of journaling.

"Miranda," I greeted, closing my laptop and grinning when Lucas leapt off the sofa.

"They showed us the space landing today! And I made a collage of the planets. It's in my bag." Lucas tilted his head adoringly, "Is Dad coming home soon? Is he still calling tonight?"

Miranda smiled weakly, as if tired from Lucas' constant energy. To be fair, Lucas never stopped being in motion. I imagine it's hard being the focus of all that buzzing energy.

"Wonderful, you'll have to show me your collage when we get home. Dad is still hoping to call, but we can't assume he'll get through. You know the connection can be patchy." she brushed his forehead with the back of her hand, and added wearily, "Tie your shoes up. You already tripped this morning for not doing them."

I laugh, moving from sitting to leaning against the chair. I watched his tongue poke from his mouth as he fiddled with his laces.

"I think it's the sensation of the tightness that he struggles with."

Miranda glances upwards with a slight downturn of her mouth.

"I don't know. He's so hard to buy for. He never wants to wear his shoes. I thought laces would be better since he can then tighten them to his liking." she sighed, a tired lock of hair falling against the curve of her cheek, "But he doesn't like a lot of things, so it's not new. Come on Lucas, Mummy has to go home and have a shower."

With a last harrumph, Lucas finishes tying his laces and gently lifts his book, a small pout on his lips.

"I don't want it anymore."

I step in, laughing, before his mother could retort, "Hey, didn't I talk to you about the book series with the Dragon's Son? Do you want to grab it to take home? I'll sign it out for you and upload it to your account."

Lucas brightened eagerly, "Yeah! I want that one."

"Well that's very doable. Let's go get it then. Remember where I put it on the reserved shelf?"

"Yeppers!"

Lucas placed the book into his bag, a small grin on his lips, "Can I come here next week too?"

I incline my head, "I'll be here, as usual."

Miranda stepped forward, the bags under her eyes would have concerned me enough to ask. But the short, hurried answer I've become used to dissuades me. The words "I'm fine." is her most common lie.

I wish I could tell her that the smell of fish down the road was the best chippy, and that if you ordered haddock instead of cod, the batter was better. That if she wanted, I could walk Lucas home, take him to the park he'd never see. To fill his soul with the love I couldn't bare bestow to anyone else.

"Thanks for tonight. I -" she bit her lip, "I don't know if you wanted to come for dinner one night this week. I've wanted to thank you for taking care of my son," there was a rare glimpse of a smile, "I want to show my appreciation in person. Lucas would like it too."

Lucas looks at me, big doe eyes wide, and my heart folds.

"I would be honoured." my lips move, and I can't take it back. It would be better for me not to know their life. It meant I wouldn't be disappointed with what I saw. But Lucas... Little, loving Lucas... I couldn't bear to leave that unspoken question in his eyes unanswered.

I'm doomed.

"Great!" Miranda practically chirped, her ebony hair giving a lifeless bounce, "I'll send you the address, and I was thinking Thursday evening. Pop by from five thirty onwards."

Dread sinks in me as they walk away, a pair of arms that never released from my heart.

To be a part of their life for one evening was more than I could have asked for. And more than I deserved.

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Afterword:

Okay! I've now written my first part of an ongoing modern AU in @oliversrarebooks 's Bookseller series!! I am so excited to introduce to another character next time, and to get this going! EEE! I am absolutely so inspired by @oliversrarebooks and @whumpsoda' s work. I feel like a small child offering their pasta rocket ship to qualified NASA scientists.

I've been hiding for a long time because of burnout. And seeing this universe grow is so exciting! I do not own any of the concepts in this universe either!

And finally, thank you for reading... I appreciate it!

#Whump #Bookseller AU #Modern AU #Vampire Whump #Female whumpee #Fantasy whump #Urban whump #whump writing #whump community #Enigma writes whump #whump scenario #The Last Librarian #the last librarian

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quirkywalrus · 1 year ago

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Fated Park bench | Chuuya x Reader | SFW

TW: slight swearing

In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets were always alive with the rhythm of life, two souls were about to collide in the most unexpected way.

You, a young artist, were lost in your thoughts as you wandered effortlessly through the local park. You found the park a peaceful place to think of new creations with both minimal noise but company at the same time. Near the pond littered with ducks, you pulled out your sketchbook, sitting down at the edge of the pond and started to sketch some of the cute ducks. Whilst drawing the cute wildlife, you heard the faint tapping and sighing of someone who sounded rather stressed and in a rush to finishing whatever it was they were working on. You discreetly turned your head so you could see out of the corner of your eye.

You were took back by the sight you saw. The owner of the laptop had autumn coloured hair which the sunlight was just absorbed into, his stressed eyes were a beautiful blue colour, almost the same colour as the pond you were sketching. You could sit there and watch him forever - you seemed to look like you were in heaven yet he looked like he was in his own personal hell.

"FUCK SAKE STUPID PIECE OF SHIT JUST WORK!" with the mesmerising man shouting you turned your head quickly hoping that he didn't notice you drinking him in.

You pondered about whether you should ask him if he was ok but the clothing he was wearing gave you the assumption that he worked for something rather important and confidential and that you probably shouldn't disturb him. All you could hear was the growling of this man, to the point where he was so frustrated that he threw his hat on the floor in frustration - however the wind had other plans and blew it straight into you. You out down your sketchbook and placed your bag on it to weight it down from the mischievous breeze as you reached for the hat before it became friends with the ducks in the cold water.

You brushed off any dirt from the hat before gazing at it for a few seconds - it looked like it was perfectly made for him. You shook your head after the thought, you don't even know the guy you can't be falling for him already.

With a deep breath, you stood up with the hat in both hands, quietly walking up to the man on the bench without trying to anger him too much.

"H-hey, I don't mean to disturb you but is this yours?" You knew full well that it was but it seemed like the right thing to ask and start the conversation at the time.

The man looked up and just stared. You didn't necessarily feel uncomfortable but more concerned even though he was just a stranger.

"Hello? Are you ok sir?" this guy must either be drunk or just as socially awkward as you.

"I- er- yeah, it is mine, thank you. Don't know what I would've done without it..." he gently took the hat from your hands, accidentally brushing his against yours.

"No it's ok, if I hadn't had caught it then it would have been making friend with the ducks and swans by now" you giggled and blushed, playing with your hair to try and ground your feelings.

You both remained silent but deeply looking at each other with warm smiles. Just as you began to walk back to your sketchbook, a voice pricked your ears.

"Y-you can come and share the bench with me if you like? I'm sure it's comfier than sitting on the concrete..."

You nodded and picked up your belongings and sat next to him.

"So...What's your name?" you whispered to him subtly

"Chuuya, yours?"

"y/n..." you giggled and looked at your duck sketches.

"You an artist then? They look pretty cool"

"Awww thanks! I wouldn't say I'm an artist but I do like to draw in my free time when I'm not busy working"

"I like it, what do you work as?"

"Well, I work in as an office apprentice Monday to Friday and in a cafe on Saturday morning, so I don't get much time to draw" you laughed and sighed, drinking in the sights of the sun-lit pond.

"Anyway, enough about me, what do you do Chuuya?"

"Oh I work for...the mafia" he muttered. He was more surprised that you didn't jump up and run away, making him feel less anxious about getting to know you.

You talked and talked for hours on end sat on the same park bench. You both decided to go and get some lunch as it was starting to tick into the late afternoon and you both hadn't eaten yet. Whilst at lunch you got to know each other more, finding out about each others interesting lives and likes and dislikes.

It was turning dusk and the cafe was about to close so you decided to take a walk together as it was still warm and the weather was nice. Your walk ended up back through the park to the bench where you both met earlier that day. You sit and watch the gorgeous sun set behind the trees.

"I'd like to do this again with you y/n. Same time next week?" Chuuya proposed, fiddling with his nails. You tore one of the duck pictures from your sketchbook and wrote your phone number down next to it in a speech bubble.

"We can talk all the time until then right? Then we can plan where to go from this fated park bench" you smiled.

Days turned into weeks where every weekend Chuuya would ask if you wanted to meet at the bench. You were definitely falling for him, despite his past as that wasn't important to you - the future was. You couldn't necessarily tell what his intentions were as he seemed to be very jokey all the time but that was something that you would just get to know over time hopefully.

It was a sunday evening and you were just about to get changed into your nightwear when your phone rang - it was him. Without a second thought you answered the phone.

"Hey-" you were cut off by Chuuya's voice.

"Meet me at the bench asap, please..." and then he hung up. What could he possibly need to see you for at this time of the night? You slipped on your shoes and draped a coat over your shoulders and walked to the park. You were a little nervous seeing as it was dark but the park had a lot of light from the street lamps and you felt safe meeting him so it didn't bother you too much.

And there he was, one foot on the bench and his hands in his pockets. He wore the same hat which you caught the day you met but this time he was holding something in his mouth - from afar you couldn't really make it out until you were almost in front of him. It was a rose. Your cheeks went hot instantly but you moved your hair in the best way you could to try and hide the embarrassing blush that was spilling across your face.

"Heyyyy how's it goin?" He grinned whilst still holding the flower in his mouth.

"Good I think? Why are we out here at this time of night?"

"I'll get straight to the point. The moment you gave my hat back to me that day I couldn't stop thinking about you. You are driving me crazy, would you consider...giving us a chance maybe?" he looked down after he finished his piece, as if he was anticipating rejection of some kind.

"yes" you whispered, his head jolted up.

"W-what?"

"Yes" you said a little louder with a little laugh at the end. Chuuya couldn't contain his excitement that he pulled your arms and planted a delicate but loving kiss on your lips. Once he realised what he just did, he pulled away a little, trying to process everything but you didn't give him the chance as you kissed him back, but this time you pulled him in by his hourglass waist with one hand in his hair.

Your fingers intertwined, as you sealed your budding romance with a promise to explore life together, embracing the serendipity that had brought your hearts together in the heart of the city.

And so, in a world full of chaos and noise, two kindred spirits found solace in each other's company, your love story a testament to the beauty of unexpected encounters and the magic of connection.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #fanfic #bsd anime

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rhythm-headcanons · 1 year ago

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YAHAHA!

id imagine all the rhythm heaven characters would live in a large mansion, kinda like how some people headcanon that all the smash bros characters live in a mansion called the smash mansion. i feel like this rhythm heaven mansion would have the cafe as well.

ooh this sounds neat!

#rhythm heaven #headcanons #submitted headcanons

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pureiweb · 5 months ago

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Good idea: rhythm heaven scented book.

Night Walk (GBA/Megamix) page would smell like Bath and Body Works Twisted Peppermint. The Wii version substitutes Twisted Peppermint with Japanese Cherry Blossom instead.

Fan club page would have the aroma of a pop concert. Probably outside smell and sweaty teenagers. Never been to one so I can’t guess an accurate smell.

A page featuring the cafe would have the scent of coffee and tea.

Karate man page(s) would smell like very strong body odor covered by mens gel deodorant.

The lum bear jack page would have the aroma of a forest, with mostly wood. And a tiny metallic scent mixed with an orange soda-type scent.

Reblog with more ideas pls

#general rh post #rhythm heaven

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cinnamnt · 8 months ago

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love that mgsv offers you the chicken hat if you die enough times during a mission. i genuinely love when games include a mechanic for you to still be able to progress through the game even when you’re dogshit at something. like do you want to talk to the cafe barista in rhythm heaven. do you want your little bro luigi to beat the level for you. do you want to wear the chicken hat so guards will laugh at you. even better do you want to wear the lil chick hat

#mgslb #i wore the chicken hat for the first time during the honey bee mission except it literally helped nothing because by #that point i was already past all the sneaking i literally just kept getting swarmed by mist zombies on my way out LMAO #i did die enough times though that it offered me the lil chick hat but i had to maintain some semblance of dignity so i declined

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 2 years ago

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my favorite rhythm item is probably second contact's honestly just because i love the implication that the entirety of mars can fit in the museum-

rhythm heaven lore is so fucking stupid, i love it-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #megamix #for similar reasons i love right-hand's rhythm item. the laughing planet or whatever #how big is the museum. and the cafe for that matter-#why does the cafe have a museum anyways??? that doesn't make sense now that i think about it-#... why am i questioning rhythm heaven crap-

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octowoman2419 · 11 months ago

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im absolutely bored, so let’s think of a rhythm heaven area at super nintendo world

i thought about having character meet and greets so every fan can meet their favourite characters. thinking it’ll go like this:

there will be an area where you can meet 4 characters at a time. some would be in the order they appear in in the Megamix towers (e.g. you can meet the tap girl, one of the frogs, the wrestler & reporter, and the tangotronic and his partner since they’re all part of the songbird tower in megamix), and others would be randomized characters, one from tengoku, ds, fever, and megamix. they’re available for pictures and meet and greets for 2 hours before they switch to other characters

rides? idk maybe like one where you do something to the beat?

also CAFE! there MUST be a cafe/restaurant in the area like the restaurant in the main mario area of the theme park. it could have food and drinks based off rhythm heaven characters.

and a merch store because tangotronic plushies should be a thing! :0

#rhythm heaven #rhythm heaven megamix #rhythm heaven ds #rhythm Heaven fever #rhythm tengoku #just a thought i had #idea

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nowadays-stuff · 7 months ago

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Own Story

The symphony of Whispers: An Urban tapestry of dreams

In the heart of the bustling city, where skyscrapers reached for the heavens, lived a small cafe with a name as sweet as its pastries – "Whispers of Delight." The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans enveloped the space like a warm embrace, and the baristas moved with the precision of dancers, creating symphonies in ceramic cups.

As the sun dipped below the urban horizon, the city lights flickered to life, painting the streets with a neon palette. The streets, alive with the rhythm of footsteps, seemed to breathe in harmony with the city's beating heart.

Amelia, a young poet with dreams as vast as the starlit sky, sat at a corner table, her notebook a sanctuary for untold stories. The city, a relentless clock, ticked away, measuring moments like a diligent timekeeper.

In her quiet haven, the words flowed like a river, each line a metaphorical voyage into the depths of emotion. Her pen danced across the paper, leaving behind traces of dreams and metaphors that stretched like bridges between reality and imagination.

The cafe, a haven for dreamers, became a metaphorical sanctuary, its walls echoing with the whispered promises of what could be. The clinking of cups and the murmur of conversations became a symphony, a chorus of life that played softly in the background.

As midnight approached, the city's pulse quickened, and the night sky became a canvas splashed with the hues of dreams. The city, a metaphorical labyrinth, held secrets in its concrete veins, and the cafe stood as a testament to the stories etched in every cup poured.

Amelia, with a heart full of metaphors and dreams, left the cafe with a pocket full of stardust, ready to navigate the urban tapestry with the prose of her own making. The city, a mythological tapestry, embraced her like a long-lost lover, and together, they embarked on a journey as boundless as the ink on her pages.

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quirkystoryteller01 · 10 months ago

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Stay with Me

Stars glistened in the heavens above. Their white glow were tiny pinpricks of light in the vast indigo canvas above. Hundreds of millions of them, painting a picture of the universe itself. The edge of the tapestry was stained orange and yellow and neon blue by the city that existed beyond the hulking mountains.

Ai Ying liked the quiet of the mountains compared to the hectic rhythm of the city. It suited her better. She sat quietly by the fire, sipping jasmine tea and listening to the wind hum through the deep valleys below. It was a beautiful night.

She heard movement behind her. She turned and smiled. “Evening,” she greeted Sun Wukong as he approached the fireside and took a seat beside her. She turned to the kettle beside the fire and picked it up. “Would you like some tea?”

The Monkey King returned her smile. “Smells good. What kind is it?”

“Jasmine,” Ai Ying replied and picked up the spare tea cup she brought along in case she had company. She poured tea into the cup and handed it to him. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Sun Wukong replied before blowing on the steam that danced up from the cup. He took a long sip and sighed in satisfaction. He looked to the stars, admiring them. “Quiet night isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Ai Ying said and glanced towards her mentor. They hadn’t a moment to themselves in awhile. Not since her mentor’s old friend and rival appeared and made himself at home in the temple. The six-eared Macaque and Su Wukong sparred daily and spent many nights talking, catching up.

“So how is your guest?” Ai Ying wanted to know.

“Macaque is doing fine. He’s staying for another two days before he returns to his dojo in the city,” Sun Wukong replied and took another sip from his cup. He glanced towards Ai Ying. “Sorry, we’ve had to put your sessions on hold, Ai Ying.”

Ai Ying smiled. “It’s okay. You haven’t seen your friend in a long time and a few days of down time has done me good.”

“What have you been up to while Macaque and I have been sparring?” Sun Wukong asked.

“Mostly house work really,” Ai Ying answered honestly. “That and exploring the mountains.”

“I trust my monkeys had been good to you?”

“Their always a delight to have around. Causing mischief here and there,” Ai Ying said before picking up the tea kettle and pouring herself another glass. “They’ve kept me entertained.”

“Ai Ying,” Sun Wukong said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. Ai Ying turned to him, inquiringly. “Do you like it here?”

Ai Ying felt her heart sputter. Sun Wukong’s gaze burned into her jade colored eyes as they locked eyes for a brief moment. She quickly looked away, her cheeks heating up. “Well, yes. I like it alot. Staying with you, training, have been a nice change of pace compared to living in the city. I feel like I can breathe and my nerves aren’t always on edge like they were when I lived in the city. I feel calmer. Quieter inside.”

Sun Wukong studied her face. “It’s cute how you blush every time I ask you something.”

The blush deepened. “I-I don’t mean for it to happen. It just does.”

“You’re such a nervous little human.”

“I’m taller than you,” Ai Ying reminded him with an huff and took a long sip from her cup.

“But still short for a human,” Sun Wukong countered with a chuckle.

“Not really. I know a lot of friends my size in the city. Most girls my age are around 5’1”, 5’2” or 5’3”, so I’m not that short,” She pointed out.

“Do you ever wish my temple was closer to the city? You must miss your friends and family.”

Ai Ying lapsed into contemplative quiet. Did she miss her old life? Did she miss Yue and Xiu banter and their little nicknames? She certainly missed her parents and her mother’s home cooking, but she found she didn’t feel isolated or lonely living at the temple with Sun Wukong. Between him and the troop of monkeys that lived on the grounds of the temple, her life was always lively and interesting.

“I miss some things,” Ai Ying admitted. “My mother’s cooking mostly and the cafe I frequented for their dumplings, but that’s about it.”

“You don’t miss anything else? What about interacting with other humans?” Sun Wukong pressed.

Ai Ying snorted in a dismissive sound. “I’ve always been more of an introvert. Yue and Xiu always said I prefer the company of animals to people.”

“You like the company of animals more than people?” Sun Wukong repeated looking at her with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled. “What does that make me then?”

Ai Ying blushed more. “You're more than some animal, Sun Wukong,” she told him, her voice raising. “You’re the Great Monkey King. The celestial hero of myth and legend. You’re my mentor and…”

The word “lover” got caught in her throat as he gave her an amused grin. Sun Wukong scooted closer and titled his head in a chimp like manner. “And what else, Ai Ying?”

Ai Ying’s heart thundered away in her chest. She lowered her gaze to the murky golden liquid in her tea cup, the same color as Sun Wukong’s eyes. She swallowed, gathering her courage. For the last several weeks, their relationship of student and mentor had blossomed into something more. “You’re my mentor and… Well… more than that. You’ve made my life interesting, Sun Wukong. Y-You’re nothing like the guys I used to date and hang around with.”

“I wouldn’t think I was like the human boys you knew. I am the Great Sage after all,” Sun Wukong declared. “I imagine, they don’t hold a candle to me.”

Ai Ying put her cup down and turned to him. Was she hearing things or did the Great Monkey King’s voice take on a jealous edge? She scooted over till there was no space left between them. “They don’t,” she said in earnest.

Sun Wukong took a long sip from his tea cup, before turning to her. “Of course, they don’t. I am immortal, Ai Ying. I challenged the heavens themselves and was imprisoned by the Bubbha himself. I helped a monk reach the west to acquire scared text and trapped the Great Bull Demon King under a mountain for five hundred years. I-”

Ai Ying silenced him with a kiss. Sun Wukong leaned into the kiss, his mouth opening and sealing his mouth to hers, his tongue slipping out to brush her lower lip. She gladly responded, and slipped out her tongue to tango with his.

They parted for air. Ai Ying gave him a heated gaze. She climbed into his lap. “Sun Wukong, it’s okay. Nobody is like you. That’s why I find you so fascinating. That’s why I like you.” She rethought over her choice of words. “Well, more than just that. I’m drawn to you like nobody else.”

Sun Wukong smirked. “How drawn are we talking about here, Ai Ying Boashi Hua?”

Ai Ying cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. Their lips moved in a slow sensuous dance that left her head spinning and left her breathless. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding as tight as she could.

“Whoa! Damn,” came Macaque’s voice, causing Sun Wukong to growl with annoyance into Ai Ying’s mouth before pulling away.

“Lousy timing much?” Sun Wukong told his old friend. Ai Ying made to leave his lap, but Sun Wukong tightened his hold on her waist, sending her a silent signal to not get up. He smirked at her blushing face before fully turning to Macaque.

The black humanoid monkey shape-shifter looked between the two, before taking a seat. “Thought I’d join you two, but it appears you were in the middle of something.”

“Can’t sleep?” Sun Wukong inquired before picking his tea cup back up and taking a long sip.

Macaque pulled out a bottle of rice wine. “Want some?”

Sun Wukong grinned and emptied his cup before holding out his cup. “You know I can’t turn down wine.”

“Course not,” Macaque replied and uncapped the bottle and poured the dark liquid into his cup. He then brought up the bottle to his own lips and chugged. He sighed with satisfaction. “So I thought she was just a new discipline.”

“I never told you what our relationship was for a reason,” Sun Wukong replied and then smirked. “What we are to each other isn’t any of your concern.”

“You fall in love with her, you won’t be able to bring out her full potential like you did MK,” Macaque replied with an nonchalant grin.

Ai Ying couldn’t help, but feel insulted by the implications of Macaque’s words. She had heard of the Monkey King’s successor, Xaiotain and seen his face on the news whenever the city was under attack by a demon. Sun Wukong also wasn’t afraid to bring up Xaiotain in conversation. He was proud of his successor.

“I’m not training to become a superhero,” Ai Ying said.

“Then why are you training under the Monkey King?” Macaque questioned. He took another swig from the bottle.

“I want to be able to defend myself if I come across others that wish to harm me,” Ai Ying answered honestly. “Back when I lived in the city, the shop I worked at was attacked by a local gang. I had to defend myself with a broomstick, while they had guns and knives. There may be demons out there that wish to bring the world down to its knees, but I grew up and lived in the poor part of the city. Gang violence was a daily threat. I know lots of families who lost family members or knew somebody who lost someone to gang violence.”

“So a bunch of thugs ruled the part of the city you grew up in and you want to make sure you’re strong enough to take them on if they attack you again?” Macaque guessed.

“Something like that,” Ai Ying replied, feeling uncomfortable under his probing gold eyes. “The Monkey King had taken out the local gang that hunted the streets of my part of the city, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be others to take their place and if I decide to go back and live in the city, I want to be able to defend myself.”

“How long have you been training under Wukong?” Macaque wanted to know.

“Um… Probably four months or so,” Ai Ying said, trying to think of how much time had pass since Sun Wukong saved her and approached her about becoming his disciple.

“Almost five,” Sun Wukong corrected before taking a long drink from his cup.

Macaque lapsed into a thoughtful quiet. He took another swig from his bottle and turned to the fire as it danced in the night. The sound of wind blowing through the deep valleys and chirping of crickets closed in around the campfire.

The fire crackled in the darkness of the night as the three enjoyed the warm late summer night. Its flames slowly died into burning embers that radiated orange in the darkness.

“So how long do you plan on training her until you think she’s ready to return to the city?” Macaque finally asked.

“It’s not up to me,” Sun Wukong replied as he held onto Ai Ying, who had started to doze off and on in his arms. “She’s the one who needs to decide when she’ll be ready to head back to civilization.”

A long quiet passed between Sun Wukong and Macaque.

“You know it’s going to hurt when she realizes just how dangerous your life is and decides she’s better off with other humans than hanging around beings like us,” Macaque pointed out. “There always going be another opponent on the horizon looking to pick a fight with one of us.”

Sun Wukong remained quiet and took another long swig from his cup. Macaque poured more into his cup.

“ Besides…Beings like us aren’t meant to have significant others for a reason, Wukong,” Macaque told him firmly. “Our lives are too chaotic. There’s a reasons things never work out. She’s mortal, you’re not. You’re a powerful demi-god and she’s human. Sooner or later, you’ll only be able to take her so far in her training and will have to send her SUback to her old life where she’ll do what mortals do; meet some dude, fall in love, have kids, and then grow old and die. If she stays with you, things will get too dangerous for her. She’s not like MK.”

“I’m well aware of what she’s capable of, Macaque,” Sun Wukong replied solemnly. “She may not be MK and inherit my powers, but Ai Ying is tough and hardy. I knew that from the moment I met her in that alleyway when her and her friend were cornered by those thugs. If she wants to stay with me, I’m not going to push her away.”

“She’s that different, huh?”

“She’s strong.”

Ai Ying sighed as she felt herself being placed on a mattress. She opened her eyes and found Sun Wukong had carried her to her bedroom. The Monkey King sat on the edge of her bed, next to her. He shrugged out of his shirt and undid the top of his pants, so he could shimmer out of them. She moved over so he had room to laid down beside her. He pulled her against his naked body and together they laid in the dark.

“Ai Ying… I’ve been thinking,” Sun Wukong started, his voice low and quiet. He tightened his hold around her. “I want you to stay with me. I like having you here, Ai. Would you consider staying here permanently?”

“Permanently?” Ai Ying shifted in his arms, so she could sit up and peer down at Sun Wukong’s face to study it.

Sun Wukong’s golden eyes peer up at her in the darkness. “Yes. I love you, Ai Ying. I want you to live with me and make this place your home.”

Ai Ying felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Sun Wukong wanted her to live with him! He loved her! A large grin spread across her lips as she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms tightly around his body. “I would like that! I would like that alot, Wukong.”

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