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merrellholland · 1 year ago

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Not So Bad After All → P.Parker AU

HEYYYY YALL; its been a minute and I am sooooo sorry LMAO. I promise to get back into my writing era <3

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Person: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

AU: college hockey player, frat boy, still spider-man in secret

Words: 2.4k

Warning: swearing, slight bullying (but nothing too deep)

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Never in my life would I expect to have been dressed up in the most stinky and bulky fury suit… yet, here I am dressed as Sparky the Eagle. I was currently a junior at Empire State University located in beautiful New York, and throughout the years I may have found myself in a bit of a dilemma.

Money was never an easy task for my family and I, in fact I got into this school with a huge scholarship to help support my financial needs. Despite that, I still needed to pay some tuition fees and that meant that I needed a job. This isn’t my first rodeo though, back home I had many jobs all at the same time during high school in order to help my mom with paying bills. The only hard part was trying to find a job in New York, a place that I’ve never been to until I started my first semester at Empire State.

As I’ve completed the first two years and am now currently in my third, I’ve noticed the major stereotypical things for a college on T.V were coming to real life. The sorority girls were straight-up obnoxious and cruel to other girls who weren’t part of their sorority house, the frat boys were shirtless 24/7 while playing beer pong and having girls in bikinis all over their front yards of their gigantic frat house every Friday, and lastly the sport-frat boys. These guys were a whole different level of frat boys, and I’ve learned that very early on. These guys? Not only were they known for their handsome looks but most of these guys were going to real professional sports leagues after college, and we all know how that goes for them… in terms of love life.

All the girls (and some guys) would be over, flirting constantly with them and not really taking interest in their sport but rather their six-pack abs and looks.

As much as it pains me to say the cliche phrase “not like other girls” it's true. I really wasn't like the other girls swooning over these guys 24/7 and attending their friday night parties after classes were done. I was more the type of person who would prefer to finish homework and then cozy up with some blankets and a classic 2010’s rom-com.

But now I can’t even do that since my new job requires me to be at the ice rink every week on Fridays from 6-9pm. Six to nine! That’s three hours of prime time that I could be doing homework! And that’s not even the worst part,my job was that I had to be the mascot for the ice-hockey team during their games and interacting with the fans. The Empire State hockey team was one of the best in the college leagues throughout the nation and most players got into the NHL as soon as they graduated.

And now I’m their mascot, well I dress up as their mascot and that means getting a big sweaty and gross costume every Friday for 3-4 hours… great. Not that I could complain though, since surprisingly the pay wasn’t that bad due to the fact that you’re a student. Today was my first day on the job. The Empire Eagles were playing against the Cornell Big Red’s today and it was a home game so many students were going to attend.

After I arrived at the rink, the manager handed me the keys to the supply storage room to change into the eagle costume. Getting into that costume was a full ass workout, the smell is something I’ve never smelt before and the amount I was sweating was unbearable. Nevertheless, I got into that God awful attire and headed outside to the ice-rink. The coolness of the air inside did help a little, but I could still feel the beads of sweat trickling down my face.

My manager told me to practice walking on the ice with the costume since during the halftime break you had to collect all the tokens of appreciation from the fans as they threw it onto the rink from their seats. I slowly walked onto the ice with my giant eagle feet and waddled back and forth to try to get used to it before the game started, I practiced bending down to pick up the gifts in character and tried to come up with some signature eagle moves… might as well have some fun with it righ–

“Yo excuse me but the rink is for the players to practice right now.”

I quickly snapped my head to look behind me and–

Great. A sport-frat boy.

Peter Parker was someone that was greatly known throughout the university, top GPA, great looks, apparently great in the bedroom (so I’ve heard), and was the centerman for the Empire Eagles hockey team. Though I’ve never really paid attention to him. And as much as I wanted to dislike him, I’ve never personally met him before or even talked to him… so who am I to judge?

After all, he did ask somewhat politely and– why the heck am I overthinking this? Just apologize and move on Y/N!

I cleared my throat and attempted to have a deeper voice, “Sorry dude I wasn’t aware, I’ll be on my way now” I said… and cringed internally after saying that.

Peter nodded his head and smiled, “No worries, just a little jittery for the game so I wanted some extra practice” He replied.

I nodded my head and then exited the rink, going back to the storage room so nobody would see me yet.

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The game started and was currently ending the second quarter with the score being 2-1, the Empire Eagles winning and the Cornell Big Red’s tailing behind. I could tell that all of the players from Empire State were filled with happiness… and might I add overconfident and cocky. But that was something that I couldn’t pay attention to since I had to focus on giving it my all while I walked towards the ice rink at halftime and collected all the gifts that were thrown onto the ice from the fans in the stadium.

I walked in character as the fun spunky eagle while walking on the ice and picking up the teddy bears with a girl's number in sharpie written on it and a bunch of red roses. As I picked them up and headed back, I took a quick glance and the audience. There were some students who seemed genuinely happy to be there and there were those… What do people call them? Oh yeah puck bunnies? Yeah there were a whole lot of girls wearing those boob jackets from lululemon and attempting to look cold but also cute and petite. I mean again, I’m not one to judge so you do you I guess.

After I collected all of the gifts from the fans, I took some pictures with a couple of kids and I enjoyed that part. I liked seeing the smiles on their faces as they stood proud with me as their parents took photos. It definitely seemed like a core memory for them and I’m glad that I somewhat got to be a part of that.

As the third and fourth quarter went on, it was brutal for us. Cornell absolutely demolished Empire State and beat us 4-2. I guess that’s what our players get for being cocky and overconfident throughout the whole game, thinking that they’ve got this.

After the game ended and the fans left the stadium, my manager said to stay behind and clean the place up and pick up any extra gifts that were left. As I bent down (still in my eagle costume) to pick up some flowers that were left on the ice, something extremely heavy bumped into me from behind causing me to fling forward and make an umph sound.

“What the fuck?” I cursed in a whisper.

“DUDE what the fuck are you still doing here?! You need to get out, it's closed practice now looser” the voice said.

I turned around and looked at the man who was clearly a player on the Empire State Eagles, he had blonde hair and green eyes and was definitely 6’1”. Shit, what was I supposed to do? My manager literally told me to clean the place up and then help security to lock up the stadium!

“Bro be nice, you don’t gotta be mean” Another boy said.

As I looked up, I saw that that other boy was no other than Peter Parker. But before I could register that, he offered me a hand and I immediately accepted it.

I attempted to not sound like a scared wimp so I deepened my voice a little, “Uh thanks dude, I wasn’t aware that it was a closed practice… I’ll uh keep that in mind next time” I said to him.

He smiled, “Don’t worry, Charlie’s just a snob” He replied.

“Yeah I can tell” I responded while walking out of the rink.

He laughed again while combing through his sweaty brown curls, giving me butterflies–

Wait what.

Nope. Nope. Never. Never in a million years. I refuse.

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The next couple of weeks went by normally, except I’ve started to notice Peter Parker more often. I never realized he was in three of my classes. In my morning class he would wear his hockey sweatshirt with gray sweatpants and in the afternoon he would take off his sweatshirt, revealing a tight-fitted white shirt that showed off his biceps.

Damn, now I understand why girls swoon over guys like him… bro’s majestic.

But my mama always told me to focus on my studies, boys come after. And that's what I planned to do, stay focused. He probably doesn’t even know me since at school I’m practically a nobody. I mean I join clubs, I’m in choir, and I’m part of many study groups so most people would know who I am but they probably have other friends to talk to besides me. The same goes for my roommates, they know me but they have other friend groups.

Once again, it was Friday and that meant that we had another home game. The Eagles were playing against the NYU Bobcats. I went into the stadium and got into my disgusting and sweaty eagle costume. Throughout the weeks, I think I slowly got into character and found new dances to help entertain the little kids during timeouts and in between quarters.

As the game started, I did my little dances whenever I could and the score at the end of the second quarter was 1-1. The stakes were going to be high but I have a feeling that we were gonna win this one.

During the third quarter, I sat on the bench that was reserved for me and watched Peter, jersey number 4, skate all over the ice with his hockey stick. He had the puck, all of his attention was on it. The whole audience had a feeling that he was gonna score a goal but then all of a sudden one of the NYU players stole the puck from him and skated furiously across the other side of the rink.

You could see Peter cursing and quickly going to the other side along with his other teammates. Ever since that moment, it seemed that something triggered Peter… he was starting to get more aggressive and ruthless. It made me anxious to see his behavior on the ice, but nevertheless I kept watching.

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Despite the tight game, the Eagles won 3-2 and the whole crowd celebrated which meant that many gifts were thrown down onto the rink. Teddy bears and roses were everywhere and it was all me that had to clean it up. I walked on the ice with my feet stuck in the puffy eagle claws of my costume, gathered all of the gifts, and put them in a big container that I dragged with me across the ice. After I got all the stuffed animals and flowers in the container I headed towards my manager to give it to. As I handed it to him, he thanked me and said I was free as soon as I checked the whole stadium again to see if there was anyone else. I nodded and went back to the arena.

I checked to see if there were any other fans that were trying to stay behind, but didn’t find any… but gosh my feet hurt so much and I just need a little break before heading back to my dorm.

I took out the headpiece of the eagle costume and sighed as the cool breeze from the arena chilled my flushed cheeks. I then took out the rest of my costume which left me with my sweaty ponytail and loose hair strands framing my face along with my black leggings and shirt. Though I didn’t take it into consideration that there would be anyone else entering the stadium again after the game was over. But I guess I was wrong, because all of a sudden I heard a voice from behind me:

“I didn’t realize you were a girl,” I turned my head around to see who it was.

Peter Parker? I thought in my head.

“Or pretty.” he finished his statement with his mouth parting slightly.

I could feel my cheeks warm up despite the cool air as I laughed awkwardly, “W-What? Oh t-thanks… you look pretty too” I replied, not thinking about what I just said.

Peter just nodded and he looked like he was seconds away from drooling as he continued to stare at me… he really does make a girl feel special.

“Uhm, are you doing some extra practice? Or–” I say trying to break the silence.

Peter slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, “Uh yeah, it’s just I don’t feel like I gave it my all today even though we won so I wanted to get some practice in… if that’s okay?” he says.

I smiled and nodded my head, “Yeah sure, I’ll just go tell my manager and put this costume away.” I told him as I stood up.

He smiled back at me with his teeth as I walked towards the manager’s office, feeling intense butterflies cause Peter fucking Parker just called me pretty… WHAT IS MY LIFE?!

You know, I said in the beginning that I wasn’t like other girls but now I definitely think I am (well at least internally).

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AN: PART TWO?? 😏

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potatocitytechnology · 1 year ago

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Trick or Treat? - L.TN

Kinktober Day 14

Crossdressing: Wearing clothing typical of the opposite sex.

INTRO: Halloween is your boyfriend, Ten's, favourite holiday of the year and everyone knows it. Yet, you somehow manage to convince him to let you both stay home this time. Maybe you'll give him a new reason to enjoy it so much...

GENRES: Smut

WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving), cross dressing, ten has a slight mommy!kink, switch!femreader, switch!ten, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

AUTHORS NOTE: this is a reuse of the only kinktober writing i did last year but i think it's really cool and gives me a day off (=_="). anyways underneath i've also linked to yesterday's post (day 13) because the tags are playing up (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ). tumblr has been a bit bad like that for me at the moment, so if you really want to see my writing you can follow me or go to my account (or kinktober m.list) to see writing that you've missed! Anyways, enjoy xox

Harvest in the Air - K.DY & L.TY (day 13)

It’s that time of year. The time where everyone (mostly children) dresses up in cute, sometimes scary outfits and come knocking door to door in hopes of acquiring enough candy to keep them satisfied until next October.

You and Ten made it a tradition to go trick or treating ever since your first holiday that you spent together and years later, although still a young couple, you’re starting to wonder whether the parents in your area are becoming concerned with your habit. You’ve been telling Ten for the last two years that maybe you should stop and just start staying in and watching a couple of horror movies, eating sweets that you actually bought instead of continuing to steal other adults’. But he was always so against it, complaining it was the only way he could stay young.

However, this year you had managed to convince him that you two could do exactly that. Stay in and enjoy each other's company. He was reluctant and grovelled for weeks before the date, but here you stand in your bedroom placing a small parcel with a bright orange bow, neatly on the bed. You thought it might be a nice idea to give him a gift as he had given up the holiday he so much loved.

When Ten gets home you’re sitting in the living room watching one of the mild children’s horror movies that are usually on until about 9pm, before the real ones are rolled out. He looks deflated and you immediately feel guilty as he shoots you a smile before walking into your shared bedroom, probably readying for a shower.

As he leaves your sight you wait one, two, maybe 30 seconds before you hear an excited sound and Ten comes rushing out to you with the parcel in his hands. A large grin replaces the small smile on his face only there a minute prior and your lips turn up as a result.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asks lightly skipping from one foot to the other. You only shrug your shoulders with a look of faint innocence on your face. “It depends what you think it is.”

Your vague statement does nothing to deter him before he eagerly asks, “Is it a costume?” You laugh at his hopeful expression and nod your head. “So we’re going trick or treating!” He exclaims in happiness and you internally coo at your boyfriend and his cute antics.

You once again let a sort of laugh escape from between your lips and shake your head, no. “You might not want to go out in public in that costume, baby.” His expression falls and he looks down at the object in his hands in confusion before looking up at you with eyes narrowed and a smirk on his face.

“Is this a sexy costume?” He asks with a knowing tint in his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help the snort you let out at his antics before nodding your head. “Open it.” You say quietly, ultimately hoping he would end up liking it. Ten was a very adventurous lover, always down to try new things as long as you both had a good time. And this was very new for you both.

He sits down beside you and nudges you playfully with his shoulder before pulling the ribbon of the bow. When it falls he is left to unwrap the parcel and he does so quite carefully, making sure to not damage anything inside of it.

His expression is immediately one of confusion again as he pulls out the outfit. A short, skimpy looking dress is the first and largest item that he examines and you see as the gears turn in his head. He looks at you with darker eyes, “Is this a dress?”

You smile, your pearly teeth a show of your excitement as you nod humming a short ‘yes’. The dress is black and sexy, one you think you’ll very much enjoy peeling off him. It flows out at the hips which you thought would be ideal for easy access and it’s adorned with white and orange details. He nods, a blank expression on his face as he pulls out the next two items. A pair of black pumps and a cute little headband with the words ‘Mommy’s Good Boy’ written across the band. You wait with a nervous feeling skipping through your chest as you try to take in his reaction. You see his throat bobble slightly as he nods again, seemingly in thought.

The last items he pulls from your little present are the thin, black and white fishnet stockings that you had folded up neatly and placed with care at the bottom, as well as a little black choker with a bell on it. With him still not having said a word you become used to the feeling of rejection jolting through your veins. You would be ok if he said he didn’t want to try them, you wouldn’t care but you desperately wanted him to like what you had picked for him.

He places the stockings in his lap with the other items before turning towards you. You couldn’t see fully before while he was almost pointed away from you, but you see it now. His expression is low and sultry and his eyes seem to hold a dim lust that attracts you towards him. “Am I dressing up as Mommy’s good boy tonight?” He asks, his voice laced with pure seduction and your mouth parts slightly as you nod.

He only smiles before leaning forward and pecking you on the lips teasingly as he stands, presumably heading to the bedroom to put on your present. When he leaves you sigh out a breath of relief at the fact he obviously found your idea sexy and wanted to at least give it a go. Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you’re left to simmer in your own pool of lust as you become increasingly agitated and impatient.

When Ten finally emerges into the living room, he is initially shadowed by the dim light of the hallway before he steps closer and you can see him in all of his beautiful glory. The short, black dress sits exactly where you thought it would, about mid thigh and it makes you almost drool looking at the way it hugs his lean upper body before flowing out at the hips.

The cute little headband sits amongst his longer dark hair with most of it pushed back under it, save for a few strands that lay delicately over his forehead. The choker catches your eye as it hangs delicately around his neck, the little bell jingling softly everytime he moves.

He watches with dark eyes as you examine him and when your eyes track lower, he sees the way you visibly suck in a breath. The heels that you bought lift his entire body up an inch or two (meaning he’s now even more taller than you) and accentuate his legs and hips in a way that makes you lick your lips.

But what catches your attention the most are the way his toned legs look wrapped in the fine material of the stockings. The tiny holes in the fishnets let you slightly see his pale skin through the fabric and the way they tie the whole outfit together makes him look so delicious, you start to feel hungry for him.

Once he feels he’s been standing there long enough for you to take in his appearance, he moves slowly towards you. The faint clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor has you almost feeling a sense of deja vu, but one where you are in his position.

He stops only a half metre from you and you watch as he delicately leans over and places his hands either side of your head where it lays against the back of the couch. His breath mingles with your own as he brings his head close to yours. Your chest shows your laboured breathing but you’re sure Ten would be able to tell just from the way you’re parted lips pant, only a mere inch from his. “What would mommy’s good boy like him to do?” He asks, eyes half lidded as he waits for you to give him an instruction. You slowly bring your hand up to his face and gently brush a stray strand from his forehead before lacing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Kiss me.” Is all you manage out before you tug him forward, half his weight landing in your lap as your lips meet. He kisses you with lust, as though he’d been just as frustrated it took him so long to get ready, but you both knew it was worth it. A finger from your other hand loops through the material of his choker, before you pull it slightly back. Effectively cutting off a decent amount of his air supply. He moans into your mouth and you immediately swallow it, the noise sending a flush through your body.

He pulls back slightly and his eyes meet yours. “And what did mommy want me to do to show he’s a good boy?” Your chest heaves not only from your lack of breath but at his dedication to the role and you sink further back into the couch as you push him back.

“It depends, do you want to show me how good you can be or do you want mommy to reward you for being an obedient boy so far?” Your question isn’t taken in by your boyfriend as he seems to have already made up his mind on what he wants to do before you can even answer.

He drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart and situating himself in that spot. He leans into your core before laying his head on your thigh. “Wanna show you.” He almost purrs and you hum in content at his answer, either way you didn’t mind. He lifts his hands to your waist in an attempt to tug at your jeans, before looking up at you through his lashes with wide eyes. Getting the hint you lift your hips as he continues to pull and is finally able to drag them down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him.

He once again leans into you, seemingly inhaling your scent through your already wet panties and a faint blush rises to your cheeks in embarrassment at the obvious patch that leaks through. Ten takes no mind, only managing a soft groan as he tentatively pokes at the material with his tongue.

A shaky sigh escapes your lips at the action as he continues the motion and you start to become irritated at the delay. “Good boys don’t tease.” You warn with a sharpness in your tone and he immediately nods in agreement, repeating your warning under his breath, “Good boys don’t tease.”

Following this, he uses a single digit to gently pull them from your form gently moving them down your legs so that they pool at your ankles, not fussed at having to remove them entirely. Straight away he shoots forward, licking a long stripe up the expanse of your pussy until he reaches your clit.

You suppress a moan but can’t help the gasp that emits you as he begins to toy your clit in his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair where you grasp onto his soft roots as he lifts his eyes to yours. You could take a picture of this moment if it wasn’t so lewd. The way his eyes peer up at you as he’s dressed in the most breathtaking sexy attire you could only hope to pull off. His heels poke out from under him and you catch a glimpse of the stockings adorning his legs and can’t help the way your own eyes half roll back.

Your fingernails gently graze his scalp as you do so, making him groan into your pussy. He lifts a hand to press gentle circles into your clit as his tongue drops to your hole to lap at the juices that seemingly pour out of you at this point. You can’t help the way you wrap your legs around his head but he doesn’t push you away, apparently liking the fact you’re suffocating him between your thighs.

When he probes a finger at your entrance your head falls forward to watch as he slowly pushes it into your dripping hole. He then latches his mouth around your clit once again as he starts pumping the finger into you, the wet noises that would normally make you cringe only turn you on more. You try to pull him even closer by his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's the tastiest lollipop he’s ever tried and you almost cry out at the sensitivity it causes.

A series of curses leave your mouth as you feel the pleasure of the pain tip you into a state of euphoria, your pussy convulsing around his finger as he continues to kitten lick your clit. “Fuck baby, no more.” You manage out between pants, tugging his head back by his hair. He only groans into you making you stutter forward, your hips bucking up in sensitivity.

His head knocks up at the motion and when he tries to bury himself between your legs again, you pull him up into your lap and press your face into the expanse of his neck. “No means no, Ten.” You mumble against his skin to which only earns you a whine. You leave a trail of marks along his pale throat as your wandering hands make their way down from his shoulders to his hips.

Within a second you use the grip to flip the both of you over so that you are now straddling him whilst he lies back across the couch, a grunt escaping him while you do. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, the only clothing left on your body is your bra which you have no intention of removing. However your boyfriend immediately whines when he realises you won’t, reaching up to attempt at removing it himself whilst you tut a sharp ‘no’.

His face scrunches up at your response, “But I’ve been good!” His proclamation makes you half roll your eyes before you reach behind your back and unclip your bra, tossing it away. “Happy now my whiny baby?” You mock to which he immediately hums, reaching up and tugging you down.

When you're only slightly hovering over him, he lifts his head up to take a nipple into his mouth, softly pinching the other. You half close your eyes at the pleasant feeling before they shoot open. A not so gentle nip is issued to the nipple in his mouth and you immediately scold him. “No biting, Ten.” He only looks up at you innocently before switching to the other nippile, maintaining eye contact.

Once again your breath sharpens before you tug yourself from his grip, much to his dismay. You take yourself down his body so that you can run your fingers up his stockings, letting the fabric occasionally catch and pull before snapping back against his skin. The immediate hiss that escapes him turns into a low, drawn out moan as he watches you in wonder.

You run your hands slowly up his thighs, your fingertips dancing under the hem of his dress. His breath quickens, you can feel it not only in the way he moves, but the way his skin trembles under your touch. When you reach his upper thighs where the stockings end, you realise your boyfriend wears nothing else under the fabric of the dress.

You internally groan and flip the dress up so that the hem lies on his lower stomach. His cock immediately jumps up to greet you. Your gleeful expression is hard to mask as you realise just how much he’s enjoying this. Almost more than you it seems. Your cold fingertips brush lightly around his most sensitive part and he shifts under you impatiently, a groan emitting from him.

Your eyes make contact with his, “Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve to be touched, baby?” You question, your almost condescending tone sending a shiver up his spine before he nods. You raise a questioning brow at his wordless answer. “Yes mommy.”

You nod in approval, moving to lean over his tip before letting a drop of saliva drip from between your lips, landing directly on him. His hands on his stomach clench and when you move your hand to grip him, he sighs in content. His hard cock beneath your hand pulses as you slowly start to pump him, the spit working as a lube to ease to movement.

You watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and you smirk before moving your hand in fast strokes right under the head of his cock before you bring your other hand up to lightly flick his tip. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of your movements has his back arching up and his eyes closing fully as he throws his head back against the cushions. Fully showing the expanse of his pale throat contrasted to the black choker sitting prettily against his skin.

“I’m gonna cum.” He warns in a husky voice and you nod in understanding, a sigh leaving his lips thinking you’re going to let him release like this. You give another couple strokes before pulling your hands from him. His head shoots up in disbelief. “Seriously?” He questions a bratty, ungrateful pitch underlying his tone. “You’ll take what you get baby, cause that’s what good boys do.” You point out to which he shoots you a look.

“What if I don’t wanna be your good boy anymore?” He smirks, his voice holding a sense of victory. You only shrug trying to seem unfazed by his rebuttal. “Then I'll just go to bed.” You state staley, making his jaw drop slightly and his eyes narrow. His expression tells you that you wouldn’t dare leave him like this. Or so he thought.

He almost begs you to stay when you lift off of him, giving him a faked sad wave as you make your way to your bedroom. You hear him move before you feel or see him. He quickly clatters to his feet, obvious with the noise he makes in the heels as he stands in a rush and staggers over to you. He grasps your wrist pulling you around and you have to hold back the look of awe you want to show. He’s an extra couple inches taller than you, like you thought he’d be. But your good little boy (when he wants to be) has a primal look shadowing beneath the surface of his iris’. He pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together so that you can feel the lacy material of the dress tickling at your bare skin. He pulls you forcefully in for a kiss, hot and messy. Your boyfriend is obviously not a fan of being left unattended to. Whilst you're distracted he pushes you backwards, his hands trailing down the expanse of your back.

When you hit a solid surface you gasp, pulling back from him causing him to press hard kisses into your jaw and down the side of your neck. He’d pushed you back against the kitchen bench, and you nearly squeal in surprise when he lifts you easily onto the counter. Because of his added height you sit hip to hip with him and he runs his hands over your bare thighs before pulling them around his waist. You groan as he flips his skirt up, before reaching between you two and pinching your clit, eliciting a yelp from you. He lowers his mouth to the side of your head and you feel his breath tingle at the shell of your ear.

“Good mommy’s don’t leave their little boys unsatisfied.” Is the only thing he says before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s the only preparation you receive before he ruts up into you, slipping in easily. You cry out, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face under his throat. As your mouth parts you feel the fabric of the choker against your lips, so you bite against his throat nibbling the material into your mouth. He groans, his thrusts becoming faster paced and you swore you could feel him throb inside you. You lean back slightly in his grip, your teeth still clenching around his choker tightly.

You feel his fingers leave prints on your hips as your pull on his neck piece once again has him actually being choked. The noises that escape him make your pussy clench around his cock and you feel another rush of arousal shoot through your body, pulling a deliciously loud moan from between his lips. He starts to shallowly rock against you, the friction on your clit leaving you mewling against him. You feel the moment he cums into you. With the teasing and the way you’re harshly cutting off his breath supply, paired with the way you fit him so well. Always so perfectly accommodating.

With the feeling of him stuttering up into you, you quickly find yourself following after him, a loud noise similar to a whimper being dragged from your chest. You sit there together and attached to each other. Your head tucked in his neck and his resting gently on the top of yours. You lean up to his ear slowly, trying to not move your hips too much knowing you’re both far too sensitive for that. Your breath gently tickles his ear lobe and another tingle races down his spine at the feeling.

“Trick or treat?” You hum against his skin, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Treat. Definitely treat.”

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episode airs at 5pm my time but I won't have it until 8pm. I put my kids to bed at 8pm so I won't be able to watch until like 9pm. so that's four fucking hours I'll need to keep my phone on another damn planet so I'm not tempted to look at spoilers. HELP

I will keep most of my freaking out on @911-alsaurus where I do not tag I just go insane. but here on this blog I will always tag "911 abc" so go ahead and block it now if you're not interested. otherwise grab your popcorn and sit back because omg. omg..

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nicomundthered · 2 years ago

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The Broken Places

Chapter One: The Prologue

Word Count - 7,973

Summary - After your life gets turned upside down you move to Hawkins, Indiana for a fresh start. The night before your first day of your new job, you meet a man at a bar. Passions flair, decisions are made, and repercussions are...well they'll be dealt with. (It’s gonna follow the show after this)

Tags/Warnings - alcohol, smut, dirty talk, self loathing.

A/N - Chapter two is written but not edited. Repost from ao3

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Welcome to Hawkins, you read as you passed the large brown sign.

Finally! You had been driving for what seemed like days, and were ready to grab something to eat and most importantly find someplace to sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and you want to look at least somewhat put together. In hindsight, that might be an impossible feat. It's been a while since you really took good care of yourself. In fact, you haven't felt ‘put together’ in months.

You had requested a transfer weeks ago, but your boss, who just so happened to be your dad, hadn't told you about it until a couple of days ago. So as one could imagine, you ran around frantically trying to get everything taken care of so you could leave.

When you found out the job was in Hawkins, Indiana, you were thrilled. It was states away, and although you wished it were worlds away, this would certainly suffice.

So you sold your house at the first low offer, and got rid of most of your belongings. It was probably a good thing. You didn’t have much in your possession, and most of it held bad memories. Plus, it gave an excuse for a true fresh start.

You only have about four bags of clothing and hygiene supplies, a small box with your mom's jewelry, a guitar, and a few cassettes.

You tried very hard not to get depressed that your whole life now fit in the backseat of your car.

Which brings you to now; you were arriving in a town in which you know very little about, without a place to live, at 9pm on a Sunday night, right before your first day on a new job…it was risky.

You weren't a risk taker.

Or maybe you could be? You just didn't know anymore.

Ultimately, you could have called your new boss, explained your current situation, and asked for an extra week. But instead you rushed everything and just did the damn thing. So maybe you were a risk taker after all?

You could blame the urgency on your dad. After all, he was absolutely no help. Telling you like he did when he did. Breaking the news to you that you were being sent far away, with not so much a, ‘Let me help you pack.’ or ‘don’t worry you can keep your furniture here until you find a place.’, not even a simple, ‘I'll miss you’.

Even if it were an absolute lie it would have been nice to hear.

You guess he still resented you for getting his best officer fired.

But you digress, you wanted out, so you got out. You just needed patience and resilience. The rest would eventually fall into place. You've been through so much, and you were mostly doing ok.

So you knew you could do this.

Besides progress, any progress at all matters. That was your new found mantra. As long as you were moving forward, you could survive anything.

First impressions, Hawkins seemed pleasant enough. Lots of trees but you liked that. Nature was something you didn't mind, you enjoyed the occasional hike. It was freeing and peaceful. Probably two things you could use more of.

You had your window rolled down, and one of your favorite cassettes playing. The autumn air felt crisp, and Meat Loaf’s dramatic timbre had you singing along passionately. Almost making you forget about the crushing weight on your shoulders.

As you entered the heart of the town, you passed by a well lit bar, decided it was as good of a place as any, and pulled your red 1980 jeep CJ-7, your baby, into the nearest parking space.

You figured this would tell you a lot about your new home. The people that frequented bars tended to truly know the grit and grime (and all of the juicy gossip) of a place. That's why detectives always started at their local bar. It's where the answers almost always were.

Jim Hopper left the police station in a hurry. Work wasn’t super busy or anything, but being the chief of police meant every little thing had to eventually go through him. It was, at times, excruciatingly tedious.

Examples including but not limited to:

The report of bees attacking a teenager after said teenager hit the hive repeatedly with a skateboard. Thus, having yours truly remove the hive, which was sitting harmlessly under a big oak tree in the middle of a park; with nothing but a towel, an oven mitt, and a pair of safety glasses.

Or the report of a woman seeing little green men, when in fact it was just her neighbor's Halloween costume hanging out to dry. At night, the lights shined on the costume just so causing an eerie reflection in its large black eyes. Hopper would admit it was unsettling, but come daytime it was quite obvious that the 4ft tall lime green ‘man’ floating in midair was being held up by two hot-pink pins and a clothes line wire.

Or lastly, his personal favorite, no sarcasm intended, a man who was accusing Jim Hopper himself of stealing his job. The punch line being, this man was 85 years old and worked at a peppermint factory thirty years ago hundreds of miles away.

And that all happened just this week.

He got into his blazer and cranked the air on as high as it could go. It was preparing to be a cool night in November, but he found that the AC made it easier for him to calm down and breathe after a long day.

He lit a cigarette and turned up the volume, and just as The Eagles sang ‘Take it Easy’ his radio crackled to life.

“Chief?”

His secretary’s voice robbed him of his long awaited solitude.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” he slightly overreacted, gripping the steering wheel tight in overwhelming frustration.

“Chief? There’s been a report at the bar again. Someone keeps stealing…”

He yanked the walkie-talkie from its perch and responded with a loud annoyed, “Yeeeaah, I got it. I’ll head over.”

“Okay. Have a good night. Oh! And don’t be late tomorrow, your…”

“Flo? Flo, I got it okay. Hopper out.”

He popped some pills, a habit he’d been trying to break for some time, and took a long deep drag of his cigarette. After massaging his temples few times, he turned the radio back up, only to hear some guy with an unnecessarily loud voice trying to sell used fucking cars.

He deflated back into his seat and muttered, ‘Yeah that’s about right’.

He pulled out onto the road and decided it might be a good night for some drinks anyhow. Though that meant he’d have to go home and change.

It wasn’t exactly legal to drink in uniform.

When he got home he was thankful that his favorite blue flannel was right where he left it, draped over the chair almost mocking him. So he decided on that, and some light-washed jeans. He kept his work boots on though not really caring too much. His priority was to forget about insects, extraterrestrials, and old age; not finding a fucking wife.

He went into the bathroom and accidentally got a little too close to the large mirror, which was always a dangerous thing to do when he was in a mood.

He visibly cringed. It wasn’t that he ever hated what he saw. No, he could recognize that he had a good face, a strong face. It was that he hated what was slowly but inevitably happening to his good-strong face.

His hair was thinner, his cheeks were fuller, and there were quite a few new lines. And it wouldn’t be so jarring seeing this on anyone else, it’s what happens we age, but this was Jim Hopper.

Before Vietnam women used to practically line up at his door. Nearly gave his poor mom a heart attack.

And he knew that realistically, he wasn't doing himself any favors. Maybe if he laid off the smokes (and beer…and pills), ate some vegetables, used some moisturizer, or incorporated some light exercise, and with just that little effort he could probably get back to his military days. Or at least close, it hadn’t been all that long.

But that was probably delusional, he wasn’t that man anymore, was he? He was older, and sadder, and the fire had long been gone.

So instead of a lifestyle change he decided to spray on some of his good cologne. It wasn’t super expensive or anything, but he knew women dug it, and that was really all that mattered.

He would give a generous spray anytime he needed a little confidence boost. It never failed.

Or maybe it was just the pills kicking in?

...Either way, he felt much better.

He entered the bar about twenty minutes later. It was getting close to eight, but because it was a Sunday night there weren't too many patrons around.

“Hey Danny. It happened again?”

“Hey chief, sure did. I made sure the door was locked and everything. I don’t know how they’re doing it.”

Daniel led the way to the small kitchen. The back door was wide open, and the refrigerator and freezer were ajar and mostly bare.

“It’s a good thing you keep all the booze out front.” Hopper said, glancing around unenthusiastically.

Daniel laughed and appeared uneasy, “Yeah we’d be out of business.”

Hopper stood tall, towering over Daniel, and played a little game of ‘don't-blink’, in which Daniel lost almost immediately, and Hopper felt like he’d gotten his answer.

Instead of confronting Daniel, he moved past him and shut the door making sure it was pulled completely to and locked. Then he patted him on the back roughly and pulled him slightly towards him.

“Do you think your dear ol’ dad would mind giving me a few free drinks for the trouble? I mean I have been down here weekly for the past month. In fact, now that I think of it, every week since you’ve been back…” he said, pausing for an uncomfortable amount of time as if considering something important.”…and it is a Sunday night. I’m supposed to be reclining right now Danny, RE-CLIN-ING.”

Daniel was practically swaying on his feet, “Uh, sure chief. A- anything you want.” his voice broke in response.

Hopper almost felt evil. It was kind of a high, he wasn't gonna lie. He might have been subconsciously looking for some fun. It’s the little things in life after all.

And he's had a difficult week.

He was probably around five beers in when he heard the familiar jangle of the door. He looked at his watch seeing that it’d been about an hour. His mood had lightened dramatically, and he was about to head out before he drank too much and couldn’t drive which he shouldn’t be doing anyhow, but hey he was the fucking chief of police.

Then, he turned and saw you.

You were unfamiliar, which quite frankly never really happens in Hawkins. It was a very predictable town.The same people did the same things all of the time. No, he felt confident that he knew who frequented this bar specifically.

None of that even mattered anyway cause he’d definitely remember you.

Your jeans were incredibly tight and your green top reminded him a lot of his own. Your hair was in a loose ponytail with soft strands framing your face, and he could tell just by the quick glance that you were very pretty.

Much too pretty for Hawkins.

He watched you sit down and order a drink.

Everything was under control, it really was, he was even doing his best not to look in your direction. He was winning the battle within until he heard your laugh, and then he felt himself 'lock on target'. His fist tightened around his glass as a shockingly strong rush of arousal coursed through him.

Jesus, it hadn’t been that long, he reminded himself. But that didn't stop the blood from rushing lower at the sound of your almost musical laughter, and the thought of your ridiculously tight jeans and that sent him that much closer to spiraling.

He wasn’t a fucking teenager he berrated himself, but you were damn near gonna make him act like one.

Finishing off the last of his drink he made his way to the bar to get a closer look at you.

Upon entering you were kind of disappointed. Excluding the bartender there were only four other customers in the establishment.

Two seemed to be in a heated discussion hovering over a pool table, one was messing with the jukebox that was obviously broken or unplugged-the lights weren’t even on. And the last one was seated in a booth with his back to you, drowning out the world.

All and all, not a very social looking bunch.

At the sound of the door they all at least glanced in your direction. Some quicker than others, and none long enough for you to make out any features other than just ‘that's a male’.

Oh well you thought. A boring town is almost always a preferred town, especially in this new stage of your life.

You walked up to the bar and ordered your favorite drink and some buffalo wings.

“We- uh, we don’t have any wings.”

“Oh okay, just the drink then.” damn, rough start.

You gave him a friendly smile, and he returned it almost sheepishly.

After a short wait he sat the drink in front of you. “We’ve had trouble with burglaries lately I’m afraid. That’s why our kitchen is closed. Sorry I don't have a sign out or anything.”

You visibly perked up, “Burglars? Have you called the police?”

Maybe not so boring after all.

“Yeah, not much they can do though. I can’t seem to catch them in the act, and they're just stealing food. So it's not even a real emergency.”

“Hmm, I suppose. Well I’ll still keep my eyes open for anything suspicious.”

He grinned, “You sticking around then? We don’t get too many new faces in here.”

“Yeah I am. Just arrived actually.” you took a big sip of your drink. You don't know what you were expecting but were a little surprised at how good it was. Then again you were pretty thirsty.

You complimented the beverage, sloshing the liquid around, studying it, trying to identify what he did to make it so good.

“I’m glad you like it.” he lowered his head bashfully at the compliment. “I’m Daniel by the way. My dad owns this place, and since you’re new here and all, don't worry about your tab tonight.” He looked around and lowered his voice, “Just don't tell anyone else.”

You laughed, “Wow thanks! I think I'm going to like this place just fine.” you chuckled again, “I’m [first name].” and leaned across the tall bar to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet ya.” his palm was a little sweaty, and the innocence of it almost made you want to hug him and beg him to never change.

The thought made you feel silly. He was only a couple of years younger than you at the most, and you really didn't know the first thing about him.

You jumped at a deep ahem. And turned to see the man from the booth standing close behind you. Real close.

You reddened a little, noticing that your ass was up in the air and pointed directly at him. You moved off of the bar quickly and sat back down.

Daniel gave the man another beer without even needing a verbal request.

You could feel the large man’s gaze burning through the top of your head. So you looked up almost defiantly. What was his problem?

You swallowed hard as the intense blue eyes moved to lock onto yours. This man was huge and intimidating. No wonder he didn’t even have to ask for a drink.

There was a flicker in his stare making him look like he was contemplating something, then he abruptly walked back to his booth.

Only this time he sat with his legs parted wide, facing right towards you.

You swallowed thickly, turned back around, and finished your first drink with a large sip. And before you sat the glass down Daniel placed another in front of you. You nodded a thanks and he returned the nod, and then went back to messing around with bottles.

Typically you weren’t a big drinker. College has wiped that desire clear from your mind. Though, as you started to feel less burdened, and if you were being honest a little…horny, you remembered why people enjoyed it so much.

By your third, you knew that you needed to slow down. But there was something about the mysterious man staring at you from across the room that made you continue. It was unsettling, but not in a completely unpleasant way.

In fact it was almost erotic.

You snapped your head to his direction and caught him ‘red-handed’- openly staring at your ass. His eyes were intense and focused on one singular thing.

You hopped off of the stool, grabbed your drink, and made your way over to him. The world tilted slightly and you chastised yourself, slow down.

But as you got closer, slow steps seemed increasingly impossible. You weren't usually one for cliches but ‘a moth to a flame’ felt dangerously accurate.

The way his eyes darted up to yours made you feel in control, even though you were positive you weren’t. Something else was controlling you and you didn’t exactly hate it.

You did however hate the way it loosened your lips.

“Why are you staring at my ass?” you said with a little more venom than necessary.

He lifted his glass and downed half of his drink in one impressive swallow.

“Who says I am?”

“I-I do.” you placed your hand not holding your drink on your hip, and tried to gain back some control of your voice, “And you haven’t stopped since you sat back down.”

“Interesting.” he licked his lips and slowly sipped some more beer, all while his eyes moved over every curve of your body, “And so what if I am?”

Heat. That was what you felt. Hot, claustrophobic, burning, heat. A small bead of sweat trickled down your back, and you felt your cheeks redden. You fought the urge to rip off your stupidly thick flannel. Then you swayed a little, and were slightly worried that you were suffering from heat exhaustion.

What was in this drink? Because you refused to believe that a man could make you feel this way.

He noticed your involuntary movement, “Sit.” he suggested firmly, if a little slurred.

You were so relieved you practically threw yourself down on the booth, before your mind could process that he hadn’t asked but commanded.

“I’m not a dog.” you practically spat.

He smiled and it damn near took your breath away. How dare he be so smug...how dare he be so damned handsome.

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you and just hope that you are a nice, honest guy. I have had too much to drink on an empty stomach, and I really shouldn't be telling you this but the alcohol is going straight to my head, so forgive me if I’m wrong...but why are you staring at me?”

He looked almost in disbelief that you’d even ask such a silly thing. You knew how you looked, didn’t you? And surely no one put on jeans like thatand didn't know what they were doing to people. If he were a betting man (he was) he'd say putting them on was a task that took special skill. Slowly moving up your perfectly thick thighs, past your firm ass, then resting on your curvy hips...

He took a moment in silent contemplation and decided that, yeah he was gonna go for it. He was wearing the cologne after all.

“I have never, seen pants, that…tight.” he said leaning slightly towards you.

You laughed that beautiful laugh again, and his cock reminded him how much he liked it. God he needed to stop drinking. He pushed his glass to the side.

Then he got worried that if he looked into your eyes any longer, the spell would be broken and you'd realize just how far out of his league you were, so he moved his gaze to your full luscious lips. And well, that most certainly wasn't any better.

You licked your lips seductively deciding you were in fact into this, you were into him. And it might be the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, but you were really turned on. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a good time, and it certainly wasn’t during sex.

Sex. That was it, that was what you really wanted. All of the stars aligned, and you knew tonight's endgame. Sex with this mountain of a man, with piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could command a crowd.

A night, just one night with no expectations or sense of duty. You don’t even think you’ve ever experienced such a thing. You deserved to have a good time.

This is what single adults do, right?

You leaned forward and unbutton a few buttons of your flannel, you felt a little heat release and battled the urge to sigh in relief. It didn’t reveal too much, you had a tank top on underneath, but that didn’t seem to matter as his eyes darkened at the sight.

He shifted in his seat and rubbed his hands soothingly on his strong thighs, overcome with the sudden compulsion to reach over and touch you. He glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot, which did not matter because his voice thundered when he spoke, “You know, my place isn’t far.”

You pouted playfully, even though you were silently screaming ‘yes!’ on the inside, “But I haven’t even finished my drink.”

He was entirely too unbothered for you. You felt as though you were burning from the inside out and he had the audacity to ask you so nonchalantly. And that gave you an absolutely wicked idea. You slid your left shoe off, slowly so that not even he would notice, placed your sock covered foot on the seat right between his legs, and rubbed your foot against his inner thigh.

He jumped and grabbed the table roughly, causing the heavy table to scoot and the beverages to almost spill over, then sucked air in through his nose.

You giggled, not so unbothered then. Although, you knew he’d make you pay for that later it was so worth it.

He grabbed your foot not so gently, pushed it off, and ordered, “Put your shoe on and come on”.

You obeyed and hurried so you could follow him out. Waving and calling back a polite ‘thank you for the drinks’ to poor Daniel who had just witnessed a little too much.

The air was much colder than inside, and you were absolutely relieved at the sudden change in temperature. You looked up and were in absolute awe. The sky was so clear and bright that the stars and small sliver of moon illuminated the world around you.

Yeah you could definitely get used to this.

He lit a cigarette and watched you for an uninterrupted couple of minutes. He was just as transfixed as you were.

Just with a different view.

When you looked down and saw the look on his face as he was watching you, you couldn’t take it any longer. You pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him.

He hummed in gratitude, threw the cigarette down, and grabbed ahold of your body melding the two together as one.

His big arms surrounded you and you felt as if nothing else could possibly touch you.

The kissing was immediately great. Two people either had it or they didn’t, and the two of you most certainly had it. His lips were soft, with the perfect amount of moisture on them. You could taste the cigarette he just smoked and found you didn't mind it at all. Hell, even his scruff felt perfect as it rubbed against your skin. You literally wouldn’t change a single thing.

You started to whimper as his tongue started to play with yours causing you legs to give a little. You felt absolutely possessed and the lyric, ‘we’re glowin like the metal on the edge of a knife’ all of the sudden made all the sense in the world.

When you started nipping at his bottom lip, he knew you guys had to stop, or he was gonna get fired for public indecency.

“Jesus..” he gently pushed your head back. Your eyes were tightly closed but when you opened them they were so full of want, it damn near constricted his airway.

He licked his lips, “I’m, I’m parked out back. Are you ok to drive?” his voice sounded ridiculously gruff to even his own ears.

“Yes.” Your own sounding distant and foregin.

“You promise? The roads aren’t bad and not many people are on them, especially not this late. But if you’re not ok…”

“I’m good, I promise.” You straightened up and looked up at him seriously.

“Okay, good, good. I’ll pull around and you can follow.”

He reluctantly pushed your body from his, let his arms drop, and suddenly broke out in a sprint down the alley.

You laughed at his urgency, and heard him call back, “Get in your damn car.” Which made you laugh even harder.

When you finally did get into your car, you didn’t even have time to turn the radio on before he zoomed past you, giving you a quick honk-honk. He was so fast, you couldn’t make out the vehicle and weren’t even positive it was him. So you decided to trust your instincts and follow the lights in the growing distance.

The roads really weren't that bad, a little curvy but wider than you were used to, and true to his word you never saw another car.

He turned onto the dirt road leading to his trailer, and parked to the side so you'd have plenty of room.

He jumped out and walked briskly to the door. He slightly fumbled with his keys as he gave you a wave when you pulled in.

Rushing inside, he gave his mess a look over. ‘Crap…’ It was worse than he thought. He was overwhelmed and paced back and forth a few times. What was he thinking bringing you back here? And maybe the real question was why did he suddenly care? It was his home and his fucking mess. Why did it matter what you thought about it? You weren’t the first woman to come over and you wouldn't be the last.

Turns out no matter what lies he told himself he found that it kinda did matter to him, so he kept the lights turned off, but generously cracked the blinds so the night sky could light up the room just enough.

And then there you were, standing in the doorway, perfectly outlined by the starlight. He didn’t realize it then obviously, but he’d remember that moment for the rest of his life.

You on the other hand looked nervous but felt surprisingly determined. And you were secretly grateful for the dark setting. You really didn’t want to lose your nerve and if you got too good of a look at him you might.

He cleared his throat, “Can I get you anything? Water?...A sandwich?”

You beamed at the question. He remembered you hadn’t eaten. It drove you a little wild, “No, but you could kiss me.”

He stepped forward, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into the kiss. It was hot and wet and the urgency returned in no time.

God his mouth was so good.

He grunted as you put your hands on his chest and started reaching for his buttons.

He lifted his mouth from yours, “Mmm impatient are we?” and chuckled softly.

You could just make out his features, but you didn’t need to see him to know he was displaying his seemingly favorite ‘smug’ expression.

Bastard.

“Shut up.” you replied, plunging your tongue back into his mouth, all while continuing to work his buttons.

By the time you had his flannel off you were both breathless.

“Finally.” His hands moved to your buttons.

He worked with proficient speed, and when he was done you practically ripped your tank top off. Then you were standing before him in just your bra and jeans.

He took a step back in admiration, furrowed his brow and said with quite possibly the deepest voice you've ever heard, “You know, I can’t wait to watch you peel those ridiculously...tight jeans off that ass.”

You gasped a little at the simple request, his voice and words going straight below, precisely where you wanted him. You moved to him with a gentle sway of your hips, backed him into the sofa, and gave a push.

He sat back on the sofa without much if any resistance.

You stood a little more than an arms width in front of him, turned around, unbuttoned and unzipped, and slowly bent over. Then began to peel the jeans over your ass.

You went nice and slow. You were pretty proud of your showmanship.

You glanced back at him and were glad to see him focused, watching every move you made like a hawk watched its prey.

His hand moved to his clothed erection and started palming it harder and harder with every inch you revealed, “Fuck that’s nice.” His voice sliced sharply through the silence.

Your jeans moved past your ass cheeks revealing your pretty petite black panties.

He bolted up with the powerful urge to touch, he was really trying to just enjoy the show, but his self control was practically nonexistent. He reached forward and playfully smacked your left cheek, once then twice more.

Understanding what he wanted to see, you bounced your ass up and down a few times for him.

His voice strained out, “Now where did you learn to do something like that?”

He spread his legs wide and pulled you back against him so that your ass was sitting firmly on his lap, “Such a naughty girl.” He began rocking his hips lazily up into you for the smallest amount of friction.

It made you breathe through gritted teeth as you could feel your body start to eagerly respond.

“You’re really making me regret not turning on the lights.” He purred into your ear as he moved with a little more intent.

“Mhmm.” was all you could manage as your hips began to ground down against his own.

He released the clasp of your matching black bra and with ease, throwing it near the vicinity of your discarded shirt.

Then he brought his large hands to your chest and covered both of your breasts, testing their weight, and then kneading them gently.

You groaned at the sensation as your hips started moving faster.

He shifted up slightly so he could rest his chin on your shoulder and look down the front of your body. He kept playing with your breasts and slightly pulled your nipples. You could feel his cock bob at the sight.

“Beautiful.” He said gruffly and then started nipping and sucking on your neck.

You couldn’t form words, only needy sounds. Sounds you weren't convinced you’ve ever made before.

“What is it?” suck, “Do you need..” suck, “more?”

He found a particularly sensitive place on your neck that made you gasp out, completely unable to respond.

You could feel his warm breath on the wet streaks of salvia he left behind as he laughed, “Consider this payback. You almost embarrassed me in front of all those nice people.” he sucked at the same spot, “Playing footsie in a bar.” He soothed the spot with his tongue, “Very, very…naughty.”

You were panting like you’d just ran a mile uphill. His tongue and voice were doing indescribable things to your body. It all of the sudden wasn’t enough and you started clawing for his cock.

He stopped playing with your breasts and scooted you up, making your hand miss, gripping nothing but the cool air.

“You know, as much as I love these…”

You stood up straight, tried your best not to wobble, and pushed your pants further down your legs until they were around your ankles. Then you reached for the hem of your underwear.

He leaned forward and carefully swatted your hands away, “Let me.”

He wrapped his hands around you and firmly gripped your ass, and pulled you closer to his face.

He looked up at you and you gave him your best seductive smile and bit your lip.

Despite the dim lighting, you could tell how dark his eyes had become. Almost appearing as two large shadows on his handsome face.

His hands moved to your hips, and his face pressed against your lower stomach. He took a deep breath in and sighed. Then gently nipped at the skin just above your pantyline as he slowly slid down the garment.

Before you could kick them off he had his fingers on you.

You gasped.

You knew you were wet, but you didn’t realize just how drenched you were until his fingers started exploring you. Moving around you with a well lubricated ease.

A playful comment died on his tongue, “Oh wow.” was all he croaked out.

You finally managed to lift one leg out of the clothing around your ankle, and just as you did he pulled you forward so that you were now straddling him.

His mouth found your hard nipple and he began sucking as his large fingers circled your clit. He was a big man with a big mouth, and pretty soon he had his lips around more than just your nipple. It felt as though he was trying to fit your whole breast into his warm inviting mouth.

“Gah…” it made you feel impossibly impatient and you reached down and unzipped his pants and reached for him. Just as you wrapped your hand around his hot thick cock, he stuck his middle finger inside of you.

You both simultaneously gasped in pleasure.

He was the biggest you’ve ever slept with, you could tell without even needing to looking at him. And you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that that notion caused you. What would him stretching you feel like?

Your own dirty compulsions caused you to tighten slightly around his finger and he responded by adding another.

“Yes.” You encouraged him as you began to ride his hand. You could feel your wetness begin to gather in his palm.

You gripped his cock tighter and after a few more pumps you felt him begin to leak. Honestly relieved it was just as intense for him.

You wanted to sit on him, and you wanted to sit on him now. So you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of you, and then lined yourself up with his length.

“Hey, woah.” He shifted away and you released him immediately. He bucked up and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket of his pants.

Your eyes couldn’t look away from his straining member. Long and thick in all of the right places and for the first time this night, you too wished that the lights were on.

He scooted his pants down to his ankles as he pulled a condom out of his wallet. He slid it on quickly, and wetted himself with your remaining juices left behind on his hand. Then he guided you down so that you were laying on the couch.

“Are you sure you're ready? I wouldn’t mind tasting that beautiful pussy if you don’t think….”

The smug expression was back. He knew damn well you were more than ready. Hell you were all over the front of jeans and you felt like you had soaked his sofa.

Bastard.

“Gooood, just get inside me!” You yelled at him, as you wrapped your legs around him, and greedily pulled him towards your center.

“Yes ma’am.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. The sound turned into a loud curse and when he was fully surrounded by you, he had to stay completely still for fear it would be all over too soon.

After a few moments he waited patiently for you to adjust to his size. You were very snug, his own pleasure aside he knew you needed time as well.

“Fuuuck” You hissed out, feeling very very well stretched.

His sentiment exactly, “You feel so good.” he swallowed, “ It’s taking a lot for me to stay still right now.”

You lifted up to kiss him. It was not your best work. It was really just a lot of opened mouth breathing and a few clashes of teeth but it was still hot.

You tilted your hips slightly up and down and his grasp on the sofa tightened, you could hear the fabric tense.

“Please tell me you’re ready?” he asked through clenched teeth.

All you could do was nod. Then he started to move.

It was slow and deep, and as nice as it felt you were ready to come. So you held onto his broad back and encouraged him by squeezing your legs tighter around his body.

He got the message and started pumping harder and faster into you.

It didn’t take long before you felt your walls start to flutter, gripping tighter and tighter until it was almost too much, yet just not enough. You grabbed his shoulders, silently begging for more.

“God.” he said breathlessly while bringing his hand down to your clit, “You’re so tight.”

You moaned embarrassingly loud into his neck. You’d managed to be 'relatively' quiet up until this point, but his fingers and cock were doing the exact right thing, and you knew it wasn’t gonna take long.

You moaned and gasped out, “Close.”

He hummed into your ear at the admission all the while keeping the pressure and the small circles going until you completely unraveled beneath him.

You felt your walls squeeze hard around him, embracing him in an urgent thank you, thank you.

Swears spilled out of your mouth, some combinations were quite creative, as wet slapping sounds filled the air.

Your mind slowly returned and your needy pussy calmed down.

He moved his hand away from you and held on to the armrest behind your head.

His hips stuttered but didn’t falter “Fuck, that felt so good.” He looked at you in all of your afterglow glory and gave a knowing smirk. “I would ask you to do that again, but I’m…ah Christ.” he hissed.

You firmly pushed him back, he let you but was confused and slightly worried as he fell out of you and sat back on the sofa. That was until your knees slammed on the floor, with one fierce tug you had the condom off, and with one fervent swallow your throat held his thick cock.

“Oh, Shit.” His eyes rolled back as his head hit the head rest roughly. He took a few deep breaths trying to control himself but couldn’t for the life of him. It just felt too damned good.

He looked down at you. You looked up and your eyes practically sparkled even in the darkness as you eagerly sucked him.

You looked deliciously wicked and the sight made his balls tightened and his breath quicken.

The sensory overload had you humming. Making this large man unravel was a massive turn on. The sight of him, the feel, the smell, the sound, the taste. It was all working for you and you found you couldn’t help the deep throaty moans.

Turns out, your vibrations were his undoing as he placed his hands firmly on the back of your head, holding you down as deep as you could go.

He was focusing on remembering to breathe, as he felt an intense orgasm overtake him.

You shut your eyes and relaxed your throat, wholly focused on taking him as deep as possible, and not even five seconds later you felt him start to come. His cock was pulsing wildly as large amounts of release went straight down the back of your throat.

Oddly enough, you felt affection rather than lust at this moment. True his cock was practically choking you, but you could tell he was restraining himself the best he could. And his whole body was tense and tight, but the grip on your head was surprisingly loose, giving you whatever space you needed.

He slowly stopped throbbing in your mouth and you could feel the tension leaving him. You didn’t really want to move but you needed air, so you carefully sucked your way off of him. Not wanting to over stimulate, but selfishly wanting one last taste.

He jerked as you released him with a pop, and let go of the back of your head but his eyes were still snapped shut.

You opened your mouth to say something snarky…

Then he chuckled incredulously.

You smiled brightly as his eyes locked on to yours.

“Holy shit baby.” he smiled, and praised appreciatively. Then he stroked your cheek, moving his thumb to outline your slightly swollen bottom lip. Wet and plump from the act you had just committed.

The praise and pet name warmed you as you beamed up at him. You felt instant relief for you had known you used to be quite good at it, but had never felt this accomplished in doing so.

You couldn’t believe that you'd just done this. Sex with a stranger! Man you really shouldn’t drink. This was irresponsible to the max, really level ten stuff right here.

He moved, breaking your moment of self reflection.

He put himself back into his underwear, pulled up his pants, not even bothering to zip or button, and then said a lazy, “C’mere.”

He held your arm, practically lifted you up, laid back across the couch and pulled your body to his.

The couch wasn’t technically big enough for the two of you until he repositioned and draped half of you onto him.

He sighed in content, rubbing lazy circles on your back with his thumb, until he began to softly snore.

You wanted to make fun of him for falling asleep so quickly, but your own body rebelled as your eyelids grew heavy. And as you rested your head on his firm chest, and listened to the powerful thud of his heart, you felt your own consciousness begin to slip.

A beam of light coming from a crack in the blinds woke you.

You had a headache, and felt extra sensitive to the brightness, but the feeling of warmth and security trumped the slight discomfort.

And then the memories of the previous night flooded in and almost overwhelmed you. What the hell did you do? One night in your new town and you’ve already slept with god knows who.

You lifted your head just enough to look around. Not getting any relief seeing beer bottles and pills. Clothes thrown everywhere, half eaten sandwiches. It kinda looked like you picked quite possibly the worst person in Hawkins you could have. Well at least there were some books, you almost chuckled at your rational.

But then thinking about last night made you blush and cover your face with your hand. That, that was something. You’ve never experienced anything quite that: impulsive? Spontaneous? Hasty?

It was probably just because of the alcohol, and the fact that you’ve never really had a one night stand in your life. It was all kinds of naughty, that had to be why it felt so good.

Right?

Despite your fun, you mentally promised not to drink again. You apparently couldn’t handle it, and it made you too impulsive. You just hoped you hadn’t fucked anything up too bad.

You slowly lifted his big strong arm off of you, stood up, and gently laid his arm down. His hand was splayed across his chest, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight. Sure this guy was obviously not doing great, but you couldn’t think of a more attractive man while looking down at him.

You covered him with a blanket that was draped over the recliner, which he turned and snuggled into immediately looking absolutely content.

The light hit his watch catching your eye. You glanced to see the time, shit! You were going to be late on your first day. Which seemed about right with how your luck had been going lately.

You fumbled around getting dressed as quietly as you could manage in the hurry you were in. And looked for a piece of paper so you could leave him a note. You moved around a few items on the coffee table and accidentally clicked on the tv.

Fuck.

You looked down and he continued to sleep peacefully. You exhaled in relief.

Deciding against leaving a note, you just needed to get out of there. In retrospect, he probably didn’t care and just wanted a quick lay anyway. The thought stung but when it came down to it, you were a realist. And you felt you knew how men worked. Or at least you knew how getting drunk at a bar and sleeping with the first guy to smile at you worked.

You realized that you were no better. You sighed in disappointment in yourself.

Bending down and grabbing your keys you took one last look at him and opened the door.

You almost gasped at the view that greeted you. The sun was lighting up the soft blue sky, and the trees reflecting off of the still lake. It was so beautiful but it did nothing for your head.

You honestly didn’t even have a clue that you were near the water.

God this could have ended terribly for you.

You were in a hurry but still took a minute to enjoy the view. Yeah you could definitely get used to all of this nature business.

You walked to your jeep, it was pretty crooked but you were impressed you managed to even halfway park it at all. Yet another lapse of poor judgment. Driving drunk, really! The doors weren’t even locked but you figured you were just lucky to have remembered to take your keys with you.

Fortunately, because you hadn’t found a place to stay yet all of your clothes and belongings were in the back. So you adjusted your seat back, put on some clean clothes, fixed your hair, and applied just a little make up in the mirror. Then you brushed your teeth with some toothpaste and water that was left in a water bottle.

Finishing touch, and probably the most important item right now, you put on your favorite pair of Ray-Bans to block out some of the almost offending light.

You started the car and backed out of his long driveway. You hoped that you could easily find your way back into town, but didn’t worry too much since it was a 50/50 chance.

'Eye of the Tiger' started playing on the radio so you rolled down your windows and drummed on your steering wheel.

Your stomach growled loudly so you looked at the clock on your dashboard. You had just enough time to maybe pick up some donuts before your first day at the Hawkins Police station.

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tbc

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x female reader #my fics

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faevyn · 2 months ago

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Birthday Reflecting

It's funny to me how we're all looking for a new social media site to go on whern Tumblr is still here, but I guess there's issues with everywhere so... yeah lol.

Yesterday was my birthday and I've had an emotional hell of a few months, almost two years, so it's hard to look forward to something. In truth I was dreading yesterday's stream because I didn't feel like I deserved to have a good time in a way. So much so I waited until nearly the last possible second to seup the goals, incentives, and was even asleep until 10 minutes before stream.

At the end of the day it was a good day. Started out hanging with friends in Discord as usual and it was nice to vibe here and there as people were able. Took a nap as I mentioned. Then went and streamed from 6-9pm which was the planned timeframe from the get go. Violet raided with the Nerd Camp and it was nice seeing a lot of familiar faces (most I saw probably a couple hours beforehand when I was modding lol).

A bunch of gifted subs happened and we ended up at 40? subs by the end of stream. It was truly wild and overwhelming to a degree but in a good way. My friends surpsied me with a BUNCH of stuff including an air humidifier (I've had a chronic nosebleed for a bit so this is gunna help), donated the rest of the funds to get the new mic I've been eying, and the accessories to go with it, and an isopod plush! After stream the friends kept hanging out, we did mount runs, and Cupcakke gifted me the Smoldering Ember Wyrm they got from the Karazhan run we did. I was also given half the cost for a new vtuber model so stayed tuned for that fun surprise.

I knew it was going to happen at some point, but I did have a good cry because missing Tisby hit real hard. She's missed her birthday, meeting her new sister, Cupcakke's birthday, and now my birthday and the colder months are coming and we have no idea if she's galavanting around or someone has taken her in or what. There's really nothing in the world I want more than to have her home.

It was nice to hit the mic goal, accessories included, because working a contact job knowing at the end of the year that goes away is terrifying and while I can get some things it's difficult to justify larger spending. I even feel a little guilty when that's spent on me and not by me.

So today, with a slice of ice cream cake and chocolate cannolis filling my tummy and my mind a ... little clearer than it was, I can be grateful to have such loving friends and a loving fiancé who worked hard to make sure I had a special day.

I have a lot to think about in general when it comes to streaming, the content I want to make now with WoW being my current focus (and ongoing for the forseeable future), and what I want to keep up with in terms of vibe and branding. It feels like every couple of years I shed a layer and then let a new outer shell grow when it comes to the brand and I hope it resonates each time with my community as much as it does for me when all's said and done.

So thank you all who made yesterday special, know I love you so much for everything you did, and to those reading this just keep a little light glowing in your brain for me today even if it seems difficult to keep it going.

#twitch streamer #streaming #my birthday #birthday #world of warcraft

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bristolianbackpacker · 7 months ago

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Day 2 - Buenos Aires

Ben wakes up at 4:30am but Jack manages to sleep until a more respectable time. First stop of the day is to go to Western Union to collect some Pesos. The money situation here is complex and bizarre but basically because of the high inflation and Argentinians distrust of their own currency they have limits on how many USD they can buy. This has created a black market (called the Blue Dollar) for exchange which charges them a higher rate but works out good for tourists. Rather than doing this and having to bring USD notes we opted for a Western Union transfer which currently gives an even better rate than the Blue Dollar.

Once we managed to find the store we collect our wads of notes and stash them in our backpack and head off to try and buy a Subte (subway) card. This proves more challenging…the station has run out and we need to get to the city for our 10:30am walking tour. Overhearing our confusion in trying to understand the station staff, a kind stranger helps us out in translation. It turns out we need to walk 4 blocks to another station, and the kind stranger who lives in New York but is originally from Spain is also heading to the same walking tour and needs a card too. So we head off with our new amigo on a mission to find one of these elusive cards. 20 minutes and multiple enquiries later and having paid more than we should have we are finally proud owners of a Sube card.

We make it to the start of the tour Teatro Colón - a very impressive building. This is more the Buenos Aires I was expecting. Our excellent guide takes us on a three hour walking tour of the Recoleta and Retiro areas…some of the wealthiest areas of the city that were developed during the early 1900s. The architecture continued to impress with all of the palaces from wealth aristocratic families lining the streets.

We have a 90min stop for lunch before our second walking tour this arvo - perfect for a long lunch we think. There is a restaurant near to the end of our tour that was recommended to us so we head there. We opt for the set menu lunch - red wine, empanadas, a spring salad, coffee and ice cream.

After an hour we realise that 90mins is not that long to get through all of that and we rush down as much ice cream as we can fit before dashing for a bus. Everything in BA seems quite spread out and taking the Subte isn’t usually the quickest method. We wouldn’t normally opt for a bus but it’s apparently quicker than an Uber, the traffic is heavy and there is a protest near the end of the trip against privatisation of the biggest bank. Whilst it seems quite big it’s nowhere near as big as the one a few days earlier related to cuts to public education that drew 500k people onto the streets. We end up being 10mins late but they haven’t started yet.

The afternoon tour is quite different to the morning tour - it starts at Congress and covers Palacio Barolo, Evita, the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo (who bravely protested against the military dictatorship to find answers on their missing children), the Argentinian economy & political situation and ended up at Casa Rosada (Pink Government House).

Lots of steps later and still jet lagged so we needed a nap to be able to make it to dinner at a respectable time in Argentina.

We head out for dinner in Palermo at 9pm and have our first steak. It’s easily one of the best steaks I’ve had. It comes with egg, provolone cheese, potatoes and other fried veggies and a salad. All washed down with a bottle of Malbec. Not the healthiest dinner but delicious! We go to pay the bill but I’ve realised that I brought $10,000 instead of $100,000 so onto the credit card it goes - oops.

Next we head to a bar where we bumped into a guy from our afternoon tour - another New Yorker! After chatting for a while we don’t get back home until 1:30am 😴😴😴

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chanshoesunite · 2 years ago

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24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 13

Content info: slice of life, bang chan x fem!reader, established relationship, just two dorks dancing in the kitchen

Word count: 461

Warnings: just a comforting read

It’s after 9pm, but it was a long day and you want food, so you’re in the kitchen, making pasta. Music is coming from your Bluetooth speaker, a playlist of various covers done by Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, and you’re gently bopping up and down to it while you’re stir-frying the veggies. A new track, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”, comes on, and you turn up the volume quite a bit, making the melody reverberate through the tiny kitchen space. In your best imitation of Charleston steps, you dance through the small room, integrating the stirring into a little choreography you’re creating for yourself. A smile spreads across your face as you’re enjoying yourself, making a silly little dance while preparing a meal for yourself and the love of your life after a long day of work.

The door swings open and your boyfriend Chan enters, curiously peering into the room to see what you’re doing. A fond little smile immediately appears on his lips. You stop as you notice him, but he shakes his head. “May I?” he asks, extending his hand to you, asking you to dance. In his black uniform of sweatpants and hoodie he doesn’t look much like a gentleman à la Bridgerton, but he is the only one whom you want to dance with, anyway.

You take his hand, and he pulls you in close, likely much closer than would have been proper among Charleston dancers in the 1920s, but you don’t mind, of course you don’t. His hand on your waist, his other hand grabbing yours, he starts twirling the both of you around the kitchen in time with the music, and you can’t help but laugh at the silliness – dancing around your flat with your boyfriend at night while cooking seems too cheesy to be true. But here you are, and it feels perfect.

The song changes to a version of “Levitating”, and both of you know the lyrics, so you start singing along while you waltz across the small expand of kitchen floor. You are both laughing and dancing and singing, gasping for air in between, sharing quick glances between pirouettes until your gaze falls to the stovetop and -

“The pasta!” You immediately drop Chan’s hand to save it from boiling over, grab the pot and pull it away, just in time.

Chan grins at you. “Not just a great dancer, but also amazing reflexes.” He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “I love you, you know?”

“I know. I love you, too, Channie.” You turn to give him a quick peck on the lips while you turn down the music. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

He smiles and nods. “I’ll go set the table.”

~Day 14~

#24 days of chrismas #author hare #tortoise thinks this is soooo cute whaaaaaa #bang chan fanfic #bang chan drabble #bangchan soft hours #bang chan x reader #bang chan x yn #fluffy bang chan #dancing with bang chan #bang chan ficlet

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sunspray-peak · 1 year ago

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Ch. 49: Spirit's Eve Pt. 2

“You-are-supposed-to-be-in-costume-it-is-tradition-the-reporter-will-be-here-any-minute-don’t-you-care-about—”

Even in the most crowded festival of the year, Lewis and his irate spider senses had managed to track Achilles down the very second the pair had stepped foot in Pelican Town.

For Spirit’s Eve, the mayor had abandoned his usual brown newsboy cap for a crown. Draped across his chest was a thick gold chain encrusted with (likely plastic, Achilles huffily noted) rubies which sat atop a high collared, white shirt, while puffy black breeches had been tightly tucked into tall white socks to reveal a set of rather knobby knees.

Achilles shot Lewis a withering look, courtesy be damned. “I am in costume, you old ba—”

“He is in costume, Mayor Lewis!” Alex stepped forward and gave Achilles a slight shove into a passing teem of high schoolers who had just come stumbling by (no doubt tipsy). “We’ve actually got a group costume going on, the two of us. From a comic book. It’s actually quite, uh, spot on.”

“Humph. I’ll take you’re word for it.” Lewis glanced at the giggling students, all dressed in animal onesies, and then took an alarmingly large step closer to Alex and Achilles. He gave the pumpkin spice laden air a rather long, aggressive sniff. Yoba, who knew one could flare their nostrils that wide…

“Now you two stay safe tonight, boys… remember, the maze isn’t until 9pm, so don’t be hitting the bottle too soon, now… and be mindful you don’t go embarrassing the community.” And with that not entirely unexpected order, Lewis stalked off, red robes billowing behind him.

“Not even a hello.” Achilles glared sourly at the mayor’s retreating figure. “Might as well forget about a ‘happy birthday, Achilles.’ Or a ‘congratulations on saving the Valley with Abigail, Achilles.’”

“Oh, don’t think about that, it’s Lewis, he doesn’t have enough brain cells to think about more than two things at a time. Let’s forget about him. Like you said, it’s your Valley! You saved your birthday! Wait no, other way around. Ugh, whatever, you know what I mean, it’s double the celebration…” Alex seized his hand, before dropping it abruptly, and gripping Achilles’ rather tender shoulder instead. He led him through the crowd of costumed revelers towards one of the large orange tables Achilles had taken a seat at earlier that day, now topped with eight giant wooden kegs.

“Lewis just told you not to hit the bottle too early. Bit of a belated reminder…” Achilles glanced at Alex’s ever-so-slightly swaying figure. “But even so, you’re really going to disobey a direct order? From our beloved mayor?”

“Well if I’m a squire, and you’re my knight, I guess it looks like Lewis is actually our king tonight—”

“—Yoba help us, where’s the guillotine—”

“—but that’s clearly a keg, not a bottle, so I’m not disobeying anything.”

*****

Haley, her jeweled-bedecked blonde hair piled high atop her head, found them at the drink station (after shamelessly cutting the long line) and greeted them both with quick, clumsy pecks on the cheek. The hefty camera slung around her neck slung right into Achilles’ sore ribs as she awkwardly leaned towards him, the high collar of her dress colliding into his ear—her victorian ballgown, a deep, vampiric red trimmed with black lace and gemstones, was likely nearly four feet in diameter.

“Oh Alex, don’t you look adorable.” She patted his cheek before turning to Achilles. “No idea what the fuck you’re supposed to be, unfortunately, but the glasses are cute. Is your hair dyed?”

“He’s Zedd Finch! Nimbus’ coworker and best friend—”

Well, apparently more than best friend now, according to Issue #3 of the latest series…

“—he’s a meteorologist with GDL7 specializing in storm trac—”

“Babe.” She held up a gloved hand. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t care about your comic books. No offense, Achilles, you still look cute enough,” she added with a quick glance in his direction before seizing both their hands. “Oh, speaking of which—or not—wait until you see Emily’s costume—a disaster, honestly, they should go and drop her in the maze, that’ll be sure to frighten people. Shame she’s sticking with Shane tonight… come, get food with me before my shift.”

Though Achilles had seen the town only a few hours ago, it looked different in the dusk. The thousands of candles that Lewis allegedly splurged on every year were indeed spectacular—and likely magic, for the shadows they cast seemed to shift in shape, size, and even color as they danced alongside jack o’lanterns under the last rays of the sun.

But over by the stage, where a jazz band dressed as skeletons, played—there, by the drum set. One particular shadow caught his eye. Large, looming. It began to grow as Achilles watched it, blacking out all in its path as it barreled its way closer and closer, straight for him—a bitingly cold wind was accompanying its sweep over the oblivious crowd. Achilles’ vision began to cloud. Muscles tensed to run.

But his attention was suddenly caught by a cheery whoop! He turned to see Elliott who, wearing a ridiculously oversized olive top hat, was waving at him with contagious gusto over by the food.

And all subsided. Warmth slowly returned to his fingertips, and with a stubborn determination, he led Haley and Alex towards the buffet table.

Just chill out, man… everything is fine…

*****

“I painstakingly constructed it having specifically drawn from the original illustrations published alongside the first edition printing of the novel, you see—not the animated theatrical film.” To accompany Elliott’s hat (which he was now tipping in greeting) was a massive yellow bowtie with red polka dots that sat below a popped white collar that near rivaled Haley’s, a bright yellow and green checkered waistcoat (Yoba, what was with these villagers and this color combination), and plum pants, all beneath a corduroy burgundy overcoat. “I have only the utmost respect for artists and their invaluable, instrumental interpretations of the written word.”

Achilles turned from the giant hat, which had been inscribed in cursive script on the side “In this style 10/6,” to Leah, who was sporting a green hat of her own, though hers had a red feather perched in the brim.

“I, on the other hand, grabbed this from Gala Town about three hours ago. Not too many options left. Never liked working much with clothes. Wood on the other hand…” Leah gave the full sized bow strung across her chest a little pat. “Oh, happy birthday, by the way—”

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh, most joyous of birthdays to you my dear, dear friend—”

“Ow!” Elliott had seized Achilles in a bone-breaking hug. “Th-thank you…” He rubbed his arms, wincing, before turning to Leah. “No really, thank you. Elliott, Leah, Haley, you really shouldn’t have—”

“Please, my dear friend. A writer of your caliber needs his equipment! Once you divulged your preferred tools of the trade, I agreed with Alexander that a typewriter was for you an utmost necessity, and it was our duty to provide!”

At these words, Achilles remembered that Elliott had paid for nearly half of what had likely been a whopping total of $800 or so. Now where had the man gotten the money…

“Apparently, our friend here won the lottery seven years ago,” Leah whispered as if she could read his mind. She held their hug for a few seconds longer to add, “Or maybe some rich aunt died? I don’t remember. Anyway, he swore he’d never spend a cent of it until he had finished his novel. But I guess he made an exception for you. Don’t tell him I said anything.”

An exception?

The sinking feeling had returned to his stomach. He really didn’t deserve that—what had he done to justify such a gift? Written a first draft of a second rate children’s chapter book? Completed a paltry, painful outline for a novel? It was ridiculous. He’d done nothing.

Worthless.

Unworthy.

Shaking his head in—Disbelief? Gratitude? Shame?—Achilles pivoted back to his secret-millionaire friend. Elliott, blissfully unaware of Leah’s revelation, was only too happy to accept a second hug.

Haley though, unable to adequately receive his embrace of thanks with her many petticoats, waved him away with a graceful flutter of her fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, dear Alex wouldn’t shut the fuck up about getting you the damn thing, so don’t thank me, I didn’t have much of a choice.” Nevertheless, she gifted him a warm enough smile just before shoving a tumbler into his hand. “Now. Birthday shots!” She somehow must have managed to steal an entire handle of tequila from the drink station and had poured each of them a generous serving. “Cheers!”

*****

After quite a few rounds of additional cheers-ing (though Achilles and Haley had both switched to water after the first), countless increasingly dramatic toasts (mostly courtesy of Elliott), and one dizzying ride on the Halloween carousel, Haley began to shepherd the small group over to her and Emily’s backyard, where a small sign had been stapled to the fence: “Photo Booth Opens at 9pm.”

“Pics please! Not that one, the one over—ugh, yes. Obviously.” She gestured for them to head towards the “Fall Foliage” backdrop, boughs of artfully draped red and gold that glowed under surrounding lanterns. “Pics before you all reek of alcohol and drip ketchup and caramel and Yoba knows what else all over your costumes… ugh, where is Emily…” She bustled back out into the crowd in search of her sister.

“Hey, look over there.” Alex gave Achilles a small nudge and nodded towards an approaching trio. “Now there’s the real knight of Pelican Town.”

Abigail, still a bit of a ways away but determined to make herself noticed among the tourists, was punching the air with her gauntlet-covered fists. Full plate armor covered her from head to (one) toe (for her entire left leg was wrapped in a navy blue cast). In fact, it would have been difficult to tell it was Abigail, had it not been for the peak of purple hair flowing out from beneath her helmet.

Sebastian, wearing an impressive set of vampire fangs, was pushing her wheelchair while Sam, dressed not unlike one of the scrawny scarecrows that were currently adorning the haunted hay ride uptown, walked alongside him.

“Damn.” Achilles turned to Alex and was alarmed to find his face so close. What is happening? He took a small step back, into the fence. “So if she’s the real knight, what does that leave me?”

“Peasant. One of the ones that got KO’d by the bell in the explosion during the season finale of—”

“All right—”

“I’m kidding, you can be my king,” Alex somewhat slurred, rolling his eyes as he clasped Achilles’ shoulder. “Seeing as we’re apparently getting rid of Lewis…”

“Oh right. Do I murder him? No, I’ll get someone to assassinate him—cleaner that way. You, I’ll get you, loyal squire—”

Alex clicked his tongue and gave him another goodhearted nudge. “Why is it always murder with you? Maybe he just died of old age—”

“Old age? Where’s the fun in that? And you call yourself a House of the Phoenix fan—”

“Oh my gooooood, your guys’ costumes are amaaaazing.”

Abigail had finally made her way over to the yard, and Achilles could now see the familiar obsidian sword laying across her lap. The sight brought to him a small shudder.

“Hey! How ya feeling, Abby?” Alex asked, offering a fist bump as the rest of the group made room for the newcomers. “You’re looking good. This one over here’s unable to even button his shirts.”

“All right—”

“The trials of being old,” Abigail said with a wink. “Man, how’d he rope you into that, I tried to get Seb to do a couples costume with me this year but nope.”

Sebastian gazed grimly from behind her. “She wanted me to wear a tiara. And a dress.”

“Dang shame, Seb, you could’ve been our princess,” Alex said to everyone present’s vague confusion except Achilles’.

“Alas. Instead you’re matching with Haley,” Abigail sighed, theatrically holding the back of her hand to her forehead.

Haley, who had just returned from plowing through the crowd with a horrifying clown (Emily?), Shane, and what looked to be Jas and Vincent in tow, scrunched her nose in disdain upon hearing her name and the context of its usage.

“Elliott, to the back please,” she directed, dragging over some large LED lights.

“Anyway, love what you guys did.” Abigail pivoted her wheelchair forward and pumped her fist. “We stan a man comfortable with his sexuality.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Achilles quickly added, noting the furrow in Alex’s brow. Fuck. Leave it to Abigail. “What do you mean?”

“Oh whoops, my b.” Abigail turned to face the two of them, thumbing her chin as she closely scrutinized their costumes again. “You two are Nimbus and Zedd, though, right?”

“Yeah, yeah! You’re actually the first person—was a total concidense—sorry, coincidence—last minute costume for Ash—”

“Well, like, they’re dating as of the latest issue, right?”

“What?” Alex’s eyes had turned to saucers as he clutched the back of Abigail’s chair.

“Yeah, it was a pretty damn big deal. First LGBT superhero for MD comics. Did you guys not know?”

Achilles took a step to the left, keeping his face impassive and pretending to listen to Haley as she continued to stage her photo, (“Leah, come forward a bit—no honey, Jas, you stay where you are”) though his ears were very much still tuned in to the conversation to his right.

Alex on the other hand, had remained hovering over Abigail’s shoulder. The girl was now yanking on Sebastian’s red-lined cape. “Phone, please, my good vampire lord.”

“Nah, I haven’t read the comics in like 15 years—they’re dating? Seriously?” Achilles felt Alex’s eyes turn to him. “Did you know this?”

Is he just curious?

Is he upset?

Achilles smoothly responded, “Ohhh, I also haven’t read the comics in like 15 years.” Wasn’t a lie. Technically. “Oh, sorry, what’d you say, Haley?”

“I said get the fuck over here—”

“Yeah, see, take a look.” Abigail had pulled up a photo of the cover on her phone. The one that Achilles had seen in the pop culture section of his news app just last season. Emblazoned on the front was, as Achilles very much knew, a closeup of Nimbus kissing Zedd Finch on the cheek as the two sat stop a skyscraper.

“Personally, I think they should’ve really just gone all out,” Abigail continued to blabber, handing the phone to Alex for a better look as Achilles took another step to his left to escape whatever the potential fallout from this revelation would be. “I mean, just a cheek kiss? Come on, like, let’s really piss off the homophobes, let me see that ass—but I mean, like, progress is progress, or whatever they say, right—”

Haley was gnawing on a piece of gum, glaring daggers at the pair as her pointy red nails tapped against her camera. “Hello?”

But Alex’s attention remained on Abigail’s phone in his hand. It was a too long of a beat (in Achilles’ opinion) before he said with a small shrug, “Oh, I see. Huh. Yikes, we didn’t know that. But… yeah. I guess that’s nice.”

A “yikes” and an “I guess that’s nice.” Well, that wasn’t… terrible. Definitely could’ve been worse. Achilles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Alex took yet another second to study the cover before handing the phone to Achilles for him to take a look. “Who’d have thunk, huh? Oh wait, I’ve got an idea—hey, Haley,” he called, waving for her attention. “Over here—Ash—”

And then Alex stepped towards him, his left arm wrapping around Achilles’ shoulder, and pulled him into his chest.

Time slowed as he placed his right hand atop Achilles’ front pocket. Slid it up his collarbone, up the curve of his neck. Let his pointer finger rest just below his ear.

Alex cupped Achilles’ face, and he kissed him.

On the cheek, of course.

But still, Achilles thought in a rose gold haze.

He could feel the warmth of Alex’s lips, firm against his skin. Felt that warmth spread rapidly through every vein in his body.

For seconds—or was it minutes? Maybe hours—Achilles stood, frozen.

There was a flash of light. And the spell was broken.

Alex likewise broke from him. He gave Achilles’ shoulder a quick squeeze and an even quicker smile.

“All right, all right, I got it Alex.” Haley glanced through the viewfinder of her camera. “Now will you get your ass over here, please and thank you—Abigail, in the front, by Vincent. Yes. Perfect.”

Haley handed her camera to Gus (a viking for tonight), all the while scowling about the difficulties of photographing large groups. But as she picked up her skirts and hurried to stand next to Sam, she flashed Achilles the smallest, most mischievous smile.

Achilles turned away, breathing deeply as he helped Abigail raise the visor of her helmet.

He’s drunk.

It’s nothing.

Alex’s hand hadn’t left his shoulder, though his right hand was now around Sebastian’s as Gus gestured for them to scoot closer to each other. He could feel Alex’s leg against his own now.

Smile, bitch!

Snap, snap, snap. More flashing lights.

It’s nothing.

He’s drunk.

Haley kissed you on the cheek 30 minutes ago. Hell, you kissed Haley on the cheek thirty minutes ago.

It doesn’t mean anything.

But it hadn’t been the same. No, Haley’s had been a greeting. Nothing else. Quick. Chaste. This one had felt… charged. Meaningful.

Stop overthinking.

But Alex had been touching him more than usual tonight—right? Always brushing his hand, brushing his arm... always right there… looking at him…

Well, he’s also very drunk. You’re reading way too much into this.

“Very cute.” Haley was scrolling through her camera now at the photos Gus had taken. “All right, you’re all free to go and drink yourselves to an early grave.”

There was Alex’s hand on his wrist again… he let himself be led through the yard as the rest of the group dispersed.

“Haley, lemme see, I want to see.”

She had taken a delicate seat by a small, circular table where a printer and laptop had been set up.

“One for you, one for you.” She handed them each a Polaroid. “I’ll get everyone the group shots tomorrow. Now scoot, I haven’t got much time for real dinner. Damn dress…” With a groan, she heaved her petticoats from the chair.

“We can get you dinner,” Achilles rushed to say, stubbornly refusing to look at the photograph gripped tightly between his fingers. “Just tell me what you want.”

She collapsed back into the chair with a sigh. “What a lovely boy. Just get me a fruit salad and some of that coconut chicken curry.” She shot a narrow-eyed glance at Alex, who, unlike Achilles, was studying the photo intently. “Satisfied?”

“Oh yeah! This is great. Talk about a comic book cover.” Alex raced towards Haley and, picking her and her many skirts up from the chair, twirled her in a tight embrace as she screeched and attempted to deliver a punch to his head.

See? Just Alex being Alex.

As the two continued to playfully duke it out (though it could be argued Haley was punching for real), Achilles steeled his nerves—seriously, what’s your problem, it’s nothing—and flipped over the little square.

There it was. Proof that it hadn’t all been a dream. Other than Achilles’ (regrettably) somewhat bemused expression, they had recreated the comic book cover remarkably well. Mostly thanks to Alex, of course, who had mimicked Nimbus’ posture and position with admirable accuracy, given the quick glance he had had at Abigail’s phone.

Couldn’t have even try to look happy, you stupid fuck. Just can’t be happy, can you?

A shoulder nudge. “You look good!” Alex had set Haley back down, and she was now staring daggers at the pair as she fixed her ruffled skirts, muttering curses under her breath.

“This looks more than good, this booth looks absolutely wonderful, my dear! Haley, you have truly outdone yourself this year!”

Evelyn and George had arrived, Dusty trotting at the latter’s wheels.

It was as if a light switched had been flicked. Alex seemed to have sobered up within the three seconds it took to slip the photo up his sleeve. Achilles, slightly alarmed by the sudden transformation, followed suit, sliding his polaroid into the back pocket of his jeans just as George wheeled himself closer to the pair.

“Having a good night, boys?” Alex’s grandpa eyed their hands suspiciously. Perhaps he had caught the tail end of his grandson’s rushed movement.

“Only just getting started, sir,” Alex half-stammered, taking a step back and tripping over a light.“About to grab Haley dinner, actually.”

And before Achilles could even ask about them about the pumpkin carving, he felt Alex’s hand discreetly at his back, pushing him towards the exit.

*****

“Bit of an abrupt departure, there,” Achilles remarked once they were well out of earshot.

“Do you think he saw the photo?”

Alex’s face was still pale as he spooned macaroni and cheese onto a paper plate. With all the hubbub around the buffet tables, it was difficult to discern Alex’s murmured tones, and Achilles had no choice but to move closer.

“No… but honestly, do you really think it’d be a big deal? It’s not like we were… I don’t know… making out.” Even just saying the words brought a discomforting prickle to his cheeks. “You kiss Haley on the cheek all the time, he’s not going to disown you for a silly photo…” Achilles turned to Alex, whose face had remained solemn as he stared unseeing at a tray of potato balls. “Is he?”

“I don’t know… he’s weird about this stuff…”

An impatient jab from someone dressed as a bottle of ranch sent the two continuing down the table to grab silverware.

“I mean…” And here, Achilles forced himself to laugh as they began to make their way back to Haley’s photo booth station. “He’s knows you’re straight. What’s there to be pissed about?”

“Yeah…” At these words, Alex—whether subconsciously or not—released his grip from Achilles’ arm and shrugged. “He wouldn’t want me engaging in any ‘potentially problematic behaviors,’ though. That’s what he’d always say whenever I hung out with Sebastian, after he came out… it became a whole thing and it just… it’s been like ten years but I don’t know, it… it’s never really felt the same between us after all that… just… wouldn’t want that to happen with us…

“Nah, but you’re right.” Alex ran a hand through his hair. But he avoided Achilles’ commiserating gaze, instead studying a row of enchanted skeletons square dancing inside the massive metal cage Achilles had seen earlier. “I’m overreacting. Must be the alcohol…”

*****

By the time they returned to Haley’s Photo Booth station (joined by Elliott and Leah, who had brought bottles of hard cider for all, and shortly thereafter by Penny, a blue fairy; and Maru, an astronaut), the raincloud George had left hovering over Alex had evaporated. All smiles, he had been quick to kickstart a jolly, drunken game of “Never Have I Ever” among the small group as they ate their dinner.

Achilles, however, had excused himself from playing—a decision that no one, including Alex (to his slight disappointment) had fought—and was now robotically spooning pumpkin pie into his mouth, only half-watching his friends roar with laughter as a scarlet faced Elliott put a finger down.

The drizzle of doom and gloom, it seemed, had decided to drift over to Achilles instead.

So that’s the read on George, then.

Oh, he’d tolerate these “problematic behaviors” in others, it seemed—clearly, if Haley, Sebastian, Abigail, and now Achilles were still “allowed” in Alex’s life, insulting side comments notwithstanding —but his homophobia must’ve been even more extensive than Achilles had realized if even the slightest chance of George witnessing what had been an entirely innocent affair had managed to rattle Alex to that extent.

What had George called Achilles before? Unnatural? And to his face!

Honestly, it’s probably better that Alex is straight, Achilles thought to himself ruefully. Imagine having to deal with that in your house.

For multiple reasons, the thought brought an ache to Achilles’ heart, and he found himself absentmindedly fingering the polaroid in his pocket.

They had grown closer this past season, him and Alex. Close enough to have even ignited the barest spark of hope for Achilles that there could be something more.

But that had been idiotic. Even if Alex was interested—which he wasn’t— it hadn’t been the real Achilles with whom Alex had laughed and learned. Not really. The Shadow King… hadn’t it claimed responsibility for his more carefree and content attitude of late?

No, the real Achilles was, as presently evidenced, a bitter, restless man unable to relinquish the past to better value the present.

Can’t always get what you want. You learned that a long time ago.

And yet you still just can’t let it go.

“Are you well, my friend?”

Achilles missed his mouth and whacked his nose with a spoon of pie.

“Your visage seems paler than usual. Perhaps the evening’s activities have overexerted you. Our fine doctor did advise rest…”

“No, no.” Achilles dabbed his nose with a napkin before setting it neatly on his empty plate to reveal a wan smile. “I’m fine, Elliott. But thank you. ”

“A bit dazed, perhaps? Still weary from your subterraneous endeavor?”

“I suppose.”

But Elliott continued to watch him closely, an expectant smile plastered on his face as if waiting for an elaborated response.

But Achilles was still not keen on reliving his time in the mines, and despite his obvious curiosity, Elliott’s loyalty to Achilles’ mental well-being and Harvey’s orders stayed true. After a few further beats, when it became clear Achilles had nothing more to say, the Mad Hatter lightly patted his wrist brace, and offered him a freshly cracked bottle of cider.

“Ah. No thank you, I think I’m good for tonight.”

“You are not planning to undertake the haunted maze? Perhaps that is most wise—I myself oft initially look to eschew that most terrorizing of traditions. And yet every year, I find myself drawn back once again, like a moth to a flame…”

“Pardon? No, I was planing on doing the maze, but what’s that got to do—”

“Ah! I see. So no one has warned you.”

“Warned me?”

This time, Elliott gently unclasped Achilles’ fingers and folded them around the bottle. “Ah… I should not say… it is an open secret the townsfolk and tourists like to keep… that being said, you best drink up, my friend.”

“What’s liquor got to do with a maze—”

“Liquid courage, Achilles! In the most literal sense—it is said to be most unwise to brave the maze without the influence of alcohol.”

“AKA: people get absolutely fucking sloshed.” Leah, having overheard their conversation, was now peaking her head past Elliott’s large frame.

“That seems like an absolutely fucking terrible idea. A haunted maze? Drunk?”

“You’ll see,” Leah said, handing him her own shot glass. “Now hurry up, birthday boy, maze starts in 15 and you’re well behind.”

*****

But despite everyone’s warnings and the multiple glasses that had been shoved into his only functioning hand, Achilles couldn’t bring himself to potentially lose the last bits of serenity and sanity his mind was still desperately clinging to.

And so, when Lewis’ magically enhanced voice reached their ears asking participants to please make their way to Pelican Park, he found himself alone in his relative sobriety, walking what was likely the only straight line through the town square and up the stone stairs towards the park.

There were no children here, he noticed. Though perhaps he was merely mistaken, for this side of the park was hidden in sullen shadow—a stark contrast to the brightly lit hay ride over to their right, where one could easily make out high pitched belly laughs and jaunty folk music.

“Good luck.” Haley, who apparently skipped the maze every year, flashed him a subtle wink before leaving the dwindling group (Penny and Maru were similarly forgoing the event, opting for laser tag down by the graveyard instead) and returning downtown to open her photo booth.

“Make sure you sign your waivers, please!” Marnie, who was looking surprisingly elegant this evening with silver flowers threaded through her braid, shoved a clipboard and pen towards him.

“And there’s our queen,” Alex slurred in Achilles’ ear, nodding rather obviously toward her rich velvet dress and tiara. “Queen Lewis and King Marnie—wait no, the other way… wait did we kill him, I forget…”

Achilles gave the waiver a one-stroke scribble with his left hand, and in return, Marnie tied a neon green paper band around his wrist.

The line moved forward. Was it an illusion, or was it somehow growing even darker? Even the lights by the hay ride seemed to grow dim… the noise more distant…

And that unnatural chill again. Ice flared, alongside panic, in his veins, rooting him in the grass.

“It’s just magic,” Alex murmured. “The Wizard does it every year, nothing to worry about.” And there was his hand, warm and familiar now around Achilles’ upper arm. His comforting squeeze thawed Achilles’ muscles, and he hurried to close the distance between them and Elliott and Leah ahead.

Of course. Magic.

He squinted in the dark for any signs of Rasmodius. They hadn’t spoken since he and Abigail had entered the mines, but he found no puffs of purple smoke, no cloaked figures. Ahead, there was only a thick hedge wall, where participants were entering the maze through a narrow gap.

“Please make sure you cross the threshold with your exact party. We recommend parties of two to six,” Lewis called from atop a small stage lined with thin candles that cast him in a ghostly, pale blue light.

But just as he, Achilles, Elliott, and Leah were about to cross the gap, Alex tripped over a discarded beer can and sent himself sprawling onto the ground.

“Man, are you even going to be able to stand in there?” With a bit of a grunt, Achilles helped him up from the grass with a literal single hand, for Elliott and Leah in their tipsy states of mind had sauntered in without a backwards glance.

“Don’t worry about me.” Alex chucked the beer can into a nearby trash bin. “Worry about yourself you silly sober little man.”

They passed the walls of the hedge into a clearing where the queue had broken into their different parties, now waiting scattered throughout the dimly lit grass. Over by the westernmost side, they could make out Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail, who was clearly not allowing her injuries to deter her from the fun.

Not particularly maze-like, the room was a simple square, perhaps 70x70 feet (Achilles never did lose his impulse to estimate distance after the past Spring), enclosed on all four sides by rows of enchanted candles casting monstrous shadows against the 12 foot tall walls of dense, midnight blue shrubbery.

Yoba, the sour stench of alcohol was overwhelming. Disgusting. How in the world was this allowed?

Alex and Achilles had just managed to push their way past pie eyed revelers towards Elliott and Leah when a voice boomed like thunder from above.

“Good evening, travelers.” Rasmodius. But the Wizard himself was still nowhere to be found. “And a very spooky Spirit’s Eve to you all…”

Across the clearing, voices quickly quieted down. The hedges rustled softly as a thin breeze began to blow.

“What will you encounter in the maze this year?” Rasmodius’ hummed. “Your darkest fears? Your most twisted desires? Your grimmest memories?”

One by one, the candles lining the perimeter began to flicker out.

“Beware… those brave enough to solo the haunted maze may never find themselves free from its grasp… but for those choosing safety in numbers instead, I have additional words of warning: are you prepared to share the depths of your unconscious mind with your chosen companions? What is there waiting to be revealed in the recesses of the Astral Plane?”

The Astral Plane?

“Wait—” Achilles’ hand, scrambling in the rapidly growing darkness for something secure, found Alex’s cape. “Al, what’s going to happen—”

He wasn’t ready. Not for this, not for—

The breeze had transformed into a howling wind that hurled through the clearing, tearing leaves and stems from the surrounding hedges. Faster and faster it whirled, sending dust whipping through the air, so that they were forced to close their eyes and hold their breaths. The temperature plummeted, but Achilles’ buried apprehension seized the opportunity to surge, as wails and screams overtook his ears.

And then, with a thud, he slammed into the ground.

#llnks #my fic #sdv fic #stardew fic #stardew valley fanfiction #stardew valley alex #sdv alex #stardew valley oc #sdv alex x farmer

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scorittanius · 2 years ago

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Tell me the lore of your Millie. You’ve intrigued me and also if you have a design to maybe draw that would be cool

you sly dog, you got me monologuing.

i'll draw later-

note; includes hints of a slight crossover w pokemon uranium, yet nothing much besides the news station's report.

WARNING: LONG. I AM ALSO KINDA BAD AT WRITING.

yknow how i mentioned she looked like a victorian era orphan? well, she spent majority of her early life in foster homes. she doesn't remember much, so i can't really say much more on that topic.

she was adopted by the fitsimmons when she was 8, and at first they seemed to be a lovely family; she had a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and a roof over her head, unlike many of her previous homes. when she turned 10, she started to catch on to how... weird they were. for starters, they only ever fed her vegan-friendly diets without proper vitamin supplements, so she was dealing with iron and calcium deficiencies. and occasionally they tried to have 'the talk' with her. when she accepted, it turned out said talk was just telling her she was allergic to almost all meat ( an obvious lie ), so she stopped caring.

She was 12 when the bullying and depression started up. each day when she went to school, she faced what can only be described as torment. usually the abuse from her peers was mental, but sometimes it would be physical; broken bones, scraped knees, and a left forearm so mangled it needed to be amputated were some of the main injuries sustained. Sooner or later she found homestuck, and started reading it. she found a sense of comfort in the story as a whole, yet especially vriska. with this sense of solstice, she slowly recovered, which was greatly helped when she was placed in her grandfather's care due to her parents taking up a career overseas.

Soon, we come to the main story. The day of her supposed demise was an eventful one. nothing interesting happened until around 9PM; her family gathered around the TV, watching as a news reporter talked about a nuclear disaster happening to a nearby region. she took the oppertunity to sneak out to the workshed, thus her fate was sealed. Man, the news didn't lie; radioactive air had already made it's way to their small coastal town, and it was hard to breathe. That didn't matter to Millie, though, considering she had just found her adoption papers. but before she could get them, a metal claw grabbed her waist, and she was pulled into the nightmare we all know. After the fact, after the nightmare, Millie managed to get out of the animatronic's cage despite her injuries, and with her last strength, started reading the papers. Nothing interesting recorded at first, but she felt there was something urgent in there she needed to see before she passed. Soon enough, she found the page. skimming through the words, trying to find those damned words, that damn name. She only managed to read it in her final seconds. Birth name: Millicent Rose Afton.

The final words she read as a living person. The final thought she'd have. These 3 words had been so important to her, she failed to notice the black inchor dripping from her neck before she collapsed, seemingly dead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here's where we divert our attention away from her POV for. 'i cant fucking write mhy hands are sore' reasons.

After her disappearance, rumours started to spread of a mysterious figure roaming in the graveyard below jumper's cliff. almost like a spirit cursed to roam the earth forever more... Reports of the figure revealed that it was feminine, and appeared to have died a teenager. while it seemed mainly human, certain limbs, half of it's face, it's ears, and it's apparent fluffy tail, showed a likeness to an old freddy's animatronic. alongside that, it was always seen with a murder of ravens surrounding it, and a black cat by it's side.

this strange cryptid was thus named nevermore, the raven-friend only spoken of in whispers. nobody knows if it's hostile, but not even the cockiest of adventurers dared to find out.

#fnaf millie #ctw #ctw fnaf #fnaf ctw #tags...

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causenessus · 3 months ago

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MY LOVLINESS <33333333333333 HELLO HELLO good morning evening or afternoon!! i hope you’ve eaten today(MAKE SURE YOU EAT) and i hope your day has been good!! i’m always manifesting a good day for you because you deserve it !! amongst other good good things <3333333333 I MISSED YOU SO MUCH LIKE my whole day i was like I NEED TO REMEMBER TO SHARE THIS WITH NESS like you’re always on my mind like that <33333 right now i’m eating instant pho(which is so funny because my mom is making pho rn but it won’t be ready until tomorrow sooooo…)(SUBSTITUTE!!) ALSO LITERALLY MICROSLEEPING AND WAKING UP IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE LIKE!! one moment it’s 7pm then it’s 7:15 THEN ITS LIKE 9PM AND IM LIKE WHAT?? literally when i woke up this morning my phone was on 30% and i had like keyboard spammed a bit in my response like i did NOT remember passing out so it was so so funny LOL

WE DEFINITELY WORKED IN PARALLELS BECAUSE TODAY AT WORK IT WAS ACTUALLY A GOOD DAY!! which meant you were there in spirit making my work day better <333333333333 my brother came to work and he gave me some snacks which i very much needed and appreciated and i had my favourite manger on duty too! and it felt like such a short and fast day because it was like kind of busy(everyone was back to school shopping so a lot of kids and parents!!) BUT the like thing i was bothered by was how many CRYING KIDS THERE WERE like i don’t know what was in the air but every kid was crying in the store i kid you not!! i wanted to pull my hair out JUST a little bit but overall it was still an okay work day!! and since it’s sunday and we close early IT MADE IT A LITTLE BETTER!! like coming outside and the sky still being bright is always a win! ALSO I GET WHAT YOU MEAN BY THE BREATHING THING DONT WORRY!! like being on autopilots is so weird like especially at work but sometimes it’s scary because ill be doing things so fast and then when i mess up i kind of pause and im like… what… what was i doing??? LMAO IDK IF THATS UNIVERSAL OR IF THATS JUST ME BUT!! literally my brain is just static tv and i’m just MOVING until someone is like “mango anon!” and i’m like OH HI?? like i love out of body experiences idk i think they’re funny LOL ALSO UR COWORKER SEEING YOU GROW UP IS SO CUTE <33333333333 like a lot of my coworkers are moms so they’re all very motherly and lovely it’s so endearing like i love my coworkers so much so i really don’t want to quit but like I NEED TO THINK OF MYSELF !! i have until wednesday i think to decide because then the new work schedule comes out right but THATS SO SOON SO IDK!! IDK IM SCARED!! but i will 100% update you on that if i do decide to quit or i might just take a break and come back during winter time so i can help out but WE’LL SEE! i’ll definitely talk to my manager about it though!!

YES THE GOODBYE MESSAGE LIKE I WISH I COULD SEND IT(i mean i could but it’s basically what you said! like here’s the intro ill copy and paste it)

“Hi team, good morning. I’m pretty sure by now. You might have heard the news that I have decided to resign my position as your store manager. I am sorry that I didn’t have a chance to say bye to many of you. YAP YAP YAP YAP”

(by the way we did NOT HEAR THE NEWS LIKE THIS WAS NEWS FOR EVERYONE!!)

like it just came out of nowhere and i was literally like OH OKAY!! because this was when i was literally thinking of quitting THEN SHE SENDS THAT AND IM LIKE oh!!! oohhhhh!! okay! AND PLS YOUR SISTERS BF SENDING YOU THAT MESSAGE??? LIKE ITS KIND OF ENDEARING THAT HE DID BUT the fact that you heard it from HER BF before HER was actually crazy like RANDOM BIG NEWS OUT OF NOWHERE IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE IM ALWAYS LIKE …. what happened to hello!.. how are you!.. how’s you day! like nope right to the case like if my brothers girlfriend ever sent me that i think i would literally like have a disconnected moment like i would just STARE at the message before properly processing it like…. wdym… WDYM?? WHY IS MY BROTHER RADIO SILENT RN???

OH MY GOD COLD KISSES MENTION??? I LOVE LOVE LOVED COLD KISSES SO MUCH I LOVE KENMA I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEE AHHH cold kisses was so great like ALSO I DIDNT KNOW YOU WROTE BINARY STARS?? like i didn’t see it on your page until you brought it up again just recently and i was like WHAT!! so you bet i will 100% read it when i have the time because i literally love your writing so much like i wanna eat it and absorb it into my soul because reading it isn’t enough, i need to FULLY absorb it into me!! AND UR SO RIGHT!! i don’t blame him for totally being distracted by your smaus because me too! sometimes i’ll be sitting down then i remember a certain part of one of your smaus and i go back and read it LOL like LOVE NOTES<3333333333333 LOVE NOTES I MISS U <33333333333333333333 ALSO PLS FIGHT HIM OR TELL HIM TO GET OFF MY BACK!!! i unfortunately can not do 20 things at once as much as i wish to!! like i couldn’t even argue back when he was like “wait you aren’t done your main task?” like i was trying to be polite so i was literally like “no im sorry i’ve been busy doing the other stuff” and he was literally like “make sure you finish before you clock out!” LIKE REALLY??? REALLY???? OH NO I WAS JUST PLANNING ON NOT DOING MY JOB!!! like i wanted to scream because im just a girl and maybe stop making me do your side missions!! also i find it so cute how we’re starting to share words or kind of text mannerisms?(if that makes sense) LIKE WE ARE LITERALLY ONE NESS!! WE ARE ONE!!! SOULMATES FOREVER I TELL YOU !!!!

also the way i can totally imagine your manager LOL WITH THE HAIRCUT AND THE CAR WITH THE DUCKS?? AND YES I REMEMBER THE BLACK CORAL THING THAT WAS CRAZY! your manager sounds so unserious like WDYM A POUND OF COCAINE?? like he’s so silly i agree we should have more silly managers like i have my male manager, a silly manager, my fav manager aka the girl manager i was talking about AND THE STORE MANAGER THAT JUST QUIT(still literally FLABBERGASTED BY THIS) ALSO UR CLOSING LIKE UMM PROCEDURES(?)ARE SO DIFFERENT FROM MINE! because we literally just all clean together like there’s not really a department separation? but we do have like a home section but everyone kind of like does their own thing right like the manager will send some people to one section of the store and other sections and stuff like that but overall we all kind of close together if that makes sense??? ALSO YOU SWEEPING THE ENTIRE STORE??? absolutely NO WAY like i was paid to stand here and help little customers NOT SWEEP THE WHOLE STORE?? me personally i would’ve helped you because there’s no way LIKE IDK WE HAVE CLEANERS TO DO THAT AT MY STORE BUT THATS STILL CRAZY! like wdym sweep the ENTIRE STORE?? BY MYSELF??? like i would cry but i hope you were okay! also not being able to take your 15 i would RIOT and i would give myself an extra 15 minute break on my next shift because there’s no way… and to the manager that yelled at you for being on your phone I WILL BITE U !!! NOT LOVINGLY I WILL BARK BARK BARK LIKE HOW DARE SHE?? the nerve after MAKING YOU MISS YOUR BREAK AND SWEEP THE WHOLE STORE?? i’m absolutely FUMING FOR YOU RIGHT NOW!!(also i did find it funny but funny in a way where i’m like THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?? LIKE THATS CRAZY) if i ever had to miss my break like that i would literally make it EVERYONES problem like i will be a total maniac about it like “ugh i couldn’t take MY 15 MINUTE BREAK” (like its just 15 min but 15 MINUTES IS 15 MINUTES OF MUCH NEEDED ME TIME!!!)

ALSO PLS I DO NOT WISH CLOTHING RETAIL ON U!! like i’m not saying it’s terrible but i feel like clothing retail workers get disrespected A LOT and like customers are not very mindful and I DONT WISH THAT ON U!! U DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE BEST!! also that manager that made you cry??? i hope he knows i’ve casted a hex on him and that he will not know peace…. i will personally make sure he doesn’t know peace …… i’m coming out for him(not lovingly) and not the compromise LMAOOO like no it’s not a scheduling problem it’s a HIM problem !! also i think i will just like write a letter like hey sorry im quitting because i can’t prioritize work anymore and YAP YAP YAP ty for teaching me how to do clothing stuff and YAP YAP YAP AND UR SO RIGHT!! god knew we’d be too powerful together so he put us in different countries because otherwise?? WE COULD BUILD HOUSES!! RUN A RESTAURANT BY OURSELVES!! TAKE OVER THE WORLD EVEN!! anything is possible with u LIKE WE’D BE TOO POWERFUL!!

WE ARE DIFFERENT TWO PEAS IN A POD BECAUSE WHENEVER YOURE LIKE “i’m sorry idk if that made sense” i’m always like IT DOES!! I GET YOU!! U DONT HAVE TO WORRY!! like we are on the same wavelength we are one in two we are soulmates twin flames lovers and everything in between

NESS UR LITERALLY THE SWEEST LIKE IDK IT FEELS SO ENDEARING THAT YOU THINK OF ME LIKE TELL ME WHY IM KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN !! i love hearing work drama because it’s so crazy like i have so many old work stories that i swear they sound fake BUT ITS REAL LIKE literally the most random things happen at work and maybe that’s why i like staying like maybe i need that extra drama in my life you know!! AND STOP NESS STOP STOP YOU SAVING YOUR DAY FOR ME?? FOR ME HHHH AHHHHHH i’m gonna give you a big fat kiss like i’m AHHHHH IM SO SOFT AND SQUISHY RN!! you’re making me smile like if people see me smiling at my phone like no it’s not a MAN it’s NESS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE MY EVERYTHING!!! ness i love you like my life is yours i genuinely like every words of endearment will be dedicated to you for the rest of my life like i would catch a grenade bruno mars style for you like STOP IM SORRY I CANT GET OVER THIS AHHH ur so sweet i will bite ur cheek lovingly and give you my heart and soul and body and mind and anything you want <333333333333 just say the word and ill do it for you <3333333333333333 also i will keep in mind the requests thing because that’s so cute like i’m IM SO SQUISHY RN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHHH AHHHHHHHHH

ALSO UR RIGHT MEN DONT DESERVE MY POLITENESS!! like i lost my customer service voice a LONG time ago because i can not deal with these customers anymore!! because some of them just don’t deserve it like im not gonna gentle parent you and be like “no sir! i’m sorry that the government made you pay for bags but that’s not my fault! would you like to express how you’re feeling and we can talk it out?” LIKE NO I DO NOT CARE LIKE IM SORRY OUR BAGS ARS 50 CENTS BUT THATS LIFE BUDDY!!! NOT MY FAULT!! like he’s acting like i was sitting with the damn president and making that decision with him like he’s acting like i was like “yes mister president we should get rid of plastic bags and make the customers pay for reusable bags” LIKE IM SORRY MAN I WAS NOT THERE !! u think i like asking you to pay 50 cents for a bag? NO!! but i don’t want to lose my job unfortunately!! but i think i will be quitting which is very bittersweet and sad but we’ll see!! maybe ill try out just working 9-5 every saturday and see how it goes… BUT WHO KNOWS!! my managers are silly so maybe they’ll say yes or no but ill update you on that!!

also omg the cinnamon almond butter i found online is $20 SHIPPING FEE??? AND THE JAR ITSELF IS $17 LIKE THATS CRAZY! the jar itself costs more than what i make in an hour and you want me to pay $20??? FOR SHIPPING?? at this point i will make it myself OR I WILL MEET NESS AND SHARE THE CINNAMON ALMOND BUTTER WITH BAGELS <3333333 we can eat it together like a cute little picnic and talk about how terrible work is <3333333333333333333

ALSO I DECIDED I WILL MAKE A BURNER ACCOUNT FOR YOU !! just because my account right now is so messy like i’ve reblogged a bunch of things from like old fandoms so you’ll scroll and you’ll see like gravity falls, fnaf, fairy tail like LOL A BUNCH OF MESSY THINGS but also just so you have a way to reach out to me and like also i miss you a bunch throughout the day so maybe ill just be like “missing u hours !!!” and also if you ever wanna tell me anything somewhat personal(like the bday thing WHICH IM SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT LIKE I GENUINELY CANT EVEN EXPRESS HOW SORRY I AM FOR BRINGING IT UP but ill expand on this more later)(AGAIN IM SO SO SORRY LIKE I FELT SO BAD AND I HHHHH) then ill be there!! BUT I LOVE OUR DYNAMIC TOO LIKE this is literally me sending you LOVE NOTES everyday!!

OMG SCORPIOS AND CANCERS ARE COMPATIBLE?? STOP IT BECAUSE WE ARE LITERALLY MEANT TO BE NESS LIKE EVEN THE STARS SAY SO!! also ness im so sorry like im genuinely so sorry for bringing it up I HAD NO IDEA HHHH I DIDNT THINK ABOUT IT AND IM SO SORRY LIKE I DONT THINK YOURE A LIAR AND YOUR REASONING MAKES TOTAL SENSE but i’m still so sorry like oh my god i felt so bad when i read that like im gonna send you a bit birthday cake and presents right now :((( and a big sorry cake like I FEEL SO BAD AND IK YOULL TELL ME NOT TO FEEL BAD AND TO NOT FEEL GUILTY BUT I DO IM SORRY(if i ever bring up something you’re uncomfortable with please please please don’t feel obligated to answer like i will not mind!! id rather you be comfortable than feel like you have to admit something you don’t want to)(you’re my number one priority so please please don’t ever feel forced to say things!!)it definitely wasn’t upsetting to find out i’m so sorry i was just more concerned that i missed your birthday and i didn’t say happy birthday </3333 i literally love love love you so much please don’t say sorry </3 you’re okay!! i’ll literally give you the biggest hug ever im so sorry and everything is okay you’re okay and you’re doing fine!! <33333333333333333333333

AND OMG I KNEW THE SUNA AND ATSUMU LOSER THING WAS YOU!! i’ve been your guardian angel since day one <3333333 your guard dog and everything! i remember seeing it and i was like if 2020 haikyuu fandom finds this they would grill this poor girl so im going to send in something to make sure she knows i have her back!! ONE MAN ARMY I TELL YOU!! i will literally stand in the frontlines for you and protect you against the suna smoking headcanon-ers(?) like I HAVE YOUR BACK FOREVER AND ALWAYS!! i remember also i kept checking your blog to make sure no one was sending in hate like i was on GUARD because i was like i will literally defend this girl with my life if i see her starting to get hate (i loved you from day one it was love at first sight) AND I WILL PROTECT YOU IN PHAS SO DONT WORRY!! you can stay in the van and watch the cameras while i set everything up!! you can just sit and look pretty and ill enter in the house for you <33333333333

YES THE RANDOM INTERMISSIONS ILL DO THAT NOW TO REMIND YOU TO DRINK WATER !! MYSELF INCLUDED!! because sometimes i forget to drink water since like i don’t get thirsty sometimes but i realize that i haven’t drank that much water… SO ALWAYS REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER!!!

ness im literally on a plane rn flying to the states for you like I WILL BE YOUR SOUND PERSON!! your director sounds kind of mean i hope you don’t have that same stress and everything goes smooth sailing for you </33333 unfortunately idk what a thespian conference is? i don’t think my country does that or maybe just my high school LOL but i hope your stage manager duties goes well because you deserve the best!! and if your director says something to you then i will appear right behind him and kick him unlovingly!! but i know you can do it and YOULL DO A GOOD JOB!! IM ROUTING FOR YOU AND IK YOULL DO WELL!! don’t stress to much and remember that at the end of the day, it’s just tech and you’re more important than the show <333333333333333 please prioritize yourself and make sure you’re eating and drinking lots of water!!

I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU ON THE KIDS THING!! there will definitely be the annoying menaces but then you find the absolute sweethearts and they just <33333333 like motherly instincts coming in quick because i just want to protect them!! like i wish i adopted a tech theatre kid so i could protect them from the director but unfortunately all of them were so annoying so FREE FOR ALL!! DONT WORRY ABOUT TYPOS BECAUSE I PROBABLY MAKE TYPOS TOO BUT DW!! like i stopped proofreading these so i just wrote and hope for the best and im glad that i get my point across enough LOL BUT SOMETIMES I IMAGINE LIKE “i wonder if ness reads these and thinks im crazy…” AND I WOULDNT BLAME YOU!! you could never do anything wrong and even if you HYPOTHETICALLY DO it would turn a blind eye because i know ness can’t do anything wrong!! AND THE NIGHTMARE WOULD SCARE ME TOO OH MY GOD having tech theatre nightmares are so real because i literally had a nightmare before like during high school where i totally messed up my cues and just started free balling the motherboard and it was a MESS!! it was definitely pre show anxiety since this was like the night before the show or like close to the show (i’m not too sure i don’t remember it was a WHILE AGO) but omg i’m so proud of your kids like THEY DID IT WITH YOUR GUIDANCE <333333333 UR ALREADY DOING SO WELL AS STAGE MANAGER!!!

OMG US COPARENTING YOUR THEATRE CHILD <3333333333 me mango anon being not a step father but a father that STEPPED UP!! us literally being the cast of some tech theatre sitcom LOL WE WOULD TOTALLY BE LIKE HIGHSCHOOL MUSICAL!! and i totally get going back like i would probably go back too (i think i said this already) but the drama i live for!! like i love just sitting back and observing it all like it’ll literally be like keeping up with the kardashians(i’ve never watched that before)(or any reality tv show to be honest)

AND YES BEHIND THE SCREEN IM LITERALLY SUNA RINTAROU!!! NESS UR SO CUTE LIKE THE CUTEST I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LIKE i will be your suna rintarou <3333333333333333333 we are meant to be like i was meant to live during this era in this lifetime in this universe because i can’t imagine me without you now like you’re part of my life forever and always now <3333333 i can’t imagine myself without you and ill literally do anything for you

I MISS YOU SO MUCH LIKE ILL LITERALLY CURSE WORK FOR TAKING UP MY TIME AWAY FROM YOU <////////3 i’ll be your suna forever, whatever you want ness ill do it for you <333333333 literally the love of my life is you like YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!! don’t overwork yourself pretty i will pay for your ticket <333333333333333333333 i literally love love love you I CANT WAIT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR DAY AND WHAT YOUVE HAD TO EAT !! you mentioned cooking on monday so lmk how that goes!! make sure to eat and take care of yourself I LOVE YOU TONS HAVE A GOOD MORNING EVENING OR NIGHT!! xoxoxoxo

MANGO ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <3 HELLO I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!! AND UNFORTUNATELY THE LAST TIME I ATE WAS AT LIKE 7 AM (it's 5 pm 💀) I'M SORRY FOR GIVE ME I DID MY CLEANING RAMPAGE AND LOST TRACK OF TIME BUT DW I'M DRINKING MY SILLY LITTLE ICED TEA LEMONADE DRINK AND I BROUGHT ALMOND BUTTER TOAST WITH MYSELF TO THE LIBRARY!!! SO I WILL EAT THAT NOW DO NOT WORRY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND MAKE SURE YOU EAT AS WELL!!! (and this is so funny bc i was about be like!! AND U SHOULD TELL ME WHAT U EAT!! BC I FEEL LIKE U HAVEN'T TOLD ME IN A BIT!! and then you said instant pho SO WE WERE ALREADY ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH and omg pho is so good!! lowkey may have to go out to get pho soon bc that sounds so good now </33 AND YOUR MOM IS MAKING PHO???? THAT'S SO COOL I HOPE IT TURNS OUT GOOD!!! and dw everytime i accidentally fall asleep i'm always hitting a key so i'll wake up and it's just a bunch of j's 😭😭😭

AND AA I'M SO GLAD YOUR DAY AT WORK WAS GOOD!! I THINK MINE WAS TOO,, LIKE IT WAS A LITTLE BUSY (and basically at my job like i have to do the production [actually framing things] AND take orders whenever people come in wanting to frame something but I SUCK and HATE TAKING ORDERS) and people kept coming in wanting to frame things but like i'm usually a closer and never have to deal with people wanting to make an order so after the second order i was DONE i was like "please no one else come in i cannot look at this tape measure and figure out which 16th of an inch ur child's first grade art falls on again" so like?? the WORK wasn't good but it definitely went by quickly!! and we close earlier on sundays too SO IT WAS SUPER FAST!! AND I TOTALLY GET THE AUTOPILOT AND DOING THINGS FAST TOO I REMEMBER I WAS DOING A FRAME ONCE AND WAS SO FOCUSED I DIDN'T SEE A CUSTOMER WAITING FOR ME and this is like a middle aged man but he was literally like "oh dw!! i didn't say anything bc i didn't want to bother you when you were LOCKED IN" and i was like "did u just say locked in to me??? who r u???" LMAO idk that was the only thought going thru my head during that interaction i was NOT expecting that BUT I'M GLAD YOUR DAY WAS GOOD AND THAT YOU HAD A GOOD MANAGER ON DUTY AND EVERYTHING!!!

(i just full on dropped my toast container and hit the table in this silent library btw. not a w moment for ness.) ANYWAY DEF KEEP ME UPDATED ON IF YOU QUIT OR STAY!! IK THERE'S LIKE PROS AND CONS TO BOTH SIDES AND IT'S A DIFFICULT CHOICE AND I WILL SUPPORT YOU EITHER WAY!! <33

AND YOUR STORE MANAGER'S GOODBYE MESSAGE 😭😭😭 "i'm sure you've heard the news by now" WHEN NO ONE KNEW IS SO FUNNY AND THE WAY IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARDS SHE WAS LIKE "i'm sorry i didn't have the chance to say goodbye to most of you" i just KNOW that woman left asap like she was running out of that store LMAO 😭

AND YEAH LIKE MY SISTER'S BF IS SUPER SWEET I'M GLAD THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER AND EVERYTHING <3 BUT I WAS DEF SHOCKED WHEN I SAW THAT TEXT IN MY NOTIFS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH LIKE NO OTHER CONTEXT OR MESSAGE 😭

YES COLD KISSES!!! COLD KISSES WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OMG <3 AND PLEASE i can't stop you...but like i would not reccomend reading binary stars....that was my first smau and it was NOT good (there's definitely like an oikawa curse that a few of us haikyuu smau writers have realized...like writing for oikawa as the love interest just NEVER GOES WELL idk what it is about him but 😔😔😔) so there WAS THAT on top of it being my first smau AND someone was like lowkey rb all those chapters and saying things yk like "they fr just need to confess omfg" and ik like!! it was probably lighthearted!! (maybe) but it was very pressuring so literally i cut that smau super short WHICH I'M GLAD I DID but like the entire experience of writing that smau was NOT good AND another bonus thing bc u know him now but like....that was heavily based off of my dynamic with regina george kin man (i love that we call them that) bc UNFORTUNATELY... I DID LIKE HIM FOR A BIT 😔 and we had a very strange dynamic until i finally opened my eyes and realized he was not a good person LMAO SO LIKE THAT'S WHY I NEVER TALK ABOUT BINARY STARS BC I'M NOT PROUD OF THAT SMAU BUT OFC I CAN'T STOP YOU!! 😭 AND I TOTALLY GET WHAT U MEAN MANGO ANON!! WE ARE ONE <33 AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! I WILL TOTALLY BEAT UP UR MANAGER OR JUST START SPAMMING HIM WITH SMAU LINKS BC HE NEEDS A CHANGE OF HEART!!!

AND YEAH ALL OF MY MANAGERS ARE LIKE SUPER SPECIAL 😭😭 IDK MY WORK LOWKEY IS SO SKETCHY AND BAD YESTERDAY ALL OF MY COWORKERS AND ME WERE SITTING IN THE BREAK ROOM WAITING FOR OUR MANAGER TO GET THERE SO WE COULD CLOCK OUT AND WE ENDED UP JUST COMPLAINING AND VENTING ABOUT OUR WORKPLACE (i could not tell u how terrified i was talking in there i was like "???????? what if they have secret cameras in here!! what if we all get fired after this!!" and then we were just talking bc like one of my coworkers has been there for seven years and was telling us about how like she started out at like $18 or something and then over the years it's gone BACK DOWN TO MINIMUM WAGE despite all of her credentials and like time with the company which is CRAZY and then she was talking to me and she was like "and ur a framer. so ur getting paid more than minimum wage, right?" (and my other coworker agreed with that statement) but then i was like ".....no....they're paying me minimum wage....and also never put me in the system as a framer....and also made me start framing when i was still 17.....so...." IT'S PRETTY SKETCHY IDK 😭 AND LIKE I THINK EVERYONE ELSE WORKS TOGETHER?? IT'S JUST BC THE FRAMING DEPARTMENT IS COMPLETELY SEPERATE FROM EVERYTHING ELSE WE HAVE DIFFERENT DUTIES IG BUT YES THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME ABOUT SWEEPING THE FLOORS!! I LITERALLY HATE IT BUT NOW HAVE SO MUCH RESPECT FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO DO IT EVERY NIGHT </33

AND UR SO RIGHT!!! WE ARE LITERALLY TOO POWERFUL OF A DUO LIKE LITERALLY CAN YOU IMAGINE IF WE HAD DONE TECH TOGETHER?? WE'D LITERALLY BE BREAKING LIKE WORLD RECORDS FOR HAVING THE FIRST FUNCTIONING THEATRE DEPARTMENT (BC WE'RE SUCH A COOL DUO AND KNOW HOW TO DO EVERYTHING LIKE IF WE WERE TOGETHER EVERYTHING WOULD'VE BEEN FINE YK </33 NOT AS MUCH TRAUMA MAYBE!!) AND BEING THE COOLEST DUO EVER!! but god said no why would i do that </3 BUT PLEASE YEAH WHEN I CAME BACK TO WORK AT THIS RESTAURAUNT AS A HOSTESS LIKE THEY WANTED ME TO WORK FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS BUT IF I WORKED FRIDAYS I'D BE WORKING WITH THE MANAGER THAT MADE ME CRY SO I WAS LIKE "ummm no thanks!! i'll just stick with saturdays <3" (ALSO an entirely other thing let me rant about this lady OMG FIRST OF ALL no offense everyone is beautiful BUT SHE LITERALLY GOT LIKE EYE LINER TATTOOS SO SHE NEVER HAS TO DO HER EYELINER BUT FIRST OF ALL IT JUST MAKES HER LOOK SCARY BC LIKE IT'S NOT CUTESY OO LOOK AT THIS WING OR ANYTHING IT'S JUST FULL ON LIKE ALMOST EMO EYELINER YK AND ALSO??? YOU GOT A NEEDLE THAT CLOSE TO YOUR EYE???? NO THANK YOU OMG. OKAY SECOND THING I'M SURE A LOT OF RESTAURANTS LIKE OLIVE GARDEN USUALLY DO LIKE SECTIONS FOR THEIR SERVERS YK?? BUT AT MY RESTAURAUNT I STARTED OUT DOING ROTATIONS [i feel like i've explained this to u before i'm sorry] AND IT'S NOT REALLY IMPORTANT JUST KNOW THEY'RE DIFFERENT AND MY SERVERS LIKE ROTATIONS MORE AND SO DO I BUT THIS MANAGER WOULD ALWAYS FORCE ME TO DO SECTIONS WHEN I WORKED WITH HER [and spoke in a way that was always objectifyig and dehumanizing the servers which i HATED. she'd be like "well if we do sections then they have no choice but to make sure their tables are clean so that they can be sat again. if they don't have any more tables in their section, that's their fault. skip them." BUT LIKE??? I'M THERE TO HELP THEM CLEAN THEIR TABLES THEY'RE ALREADY DEALING WITH SO MUCH AND??? THEY DON'T CONTROL WHEN TABLES LEAVES LIKE U CAN'T BLAME THEM IF A TABLE STAYS FOR HOURS. AND LASTLY bc i work there with my mom!! this manager was always scared i was like biased towards her and would constantly PURPOSELY give her bad tables or one time she had a regular come in but like three other of my mother's regulars came in so my manager was literally like "no. you can't have her [my mom] be your server. why don't you try having another server for once?" SO LIKE I HATE HER SM okay sorry i'm done!!!)

AND AAA MANGO ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YES I SAVE ALL MY DAYS AND DRAMAS FOR YOU BECAUSE I LOVE TLAKING TO *YOU*!!!!!!! YOU ARE SO SO SWEET I AM GIVING U A KISS BACK <3333 YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!

BUT OMG THE STUPID 50 CENT BAG THING 😭😭😭 I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE GETS THAT BC I DON'T THINK EVERY PLACE DOES THAT BUT I'M ALWAYS FIGHTING WITH THAT TOO AND IDK IF I'VE EVER SHARED THIS STORY ON HERE BEFORE BUT WHEN THEY FIRST STARTED ENFORCING THAT AND MY SISTER'S BF DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS SO MAD HE LITERALLY JUST TOOK A SUPERMARKET BASKET he was like "ur making me pay 50 cents for a plastic bag?? THEN I'M TAKING UR BASKET TAKE THAT" BUT AS U SHOULD!! LOSING YOUR CUSTOMER VOICE!! LIKE IF THEY DON'T RESPECT YOU THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO RESPECT THEM!! did that guy think you were going to give you the bag for free?? like, "oh i'm so sorry you are so right mr. karen. it is so stupid that u have to pay 50 cents for this bag idek why we started doing that!! here just the take the bag!!" LIKE BRO WHAT WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT AND IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE ONLY STORE THAT DOES THAT 😭😭😭

AND YES IDK WHY ALMOND BUTTER IS SO EXPENSIVE!!! DEFINITELY DON'T PAY THAT MUCH FOR SHIPPING OR EVEN JUST THE JAR 😭😭 DW!! I WILL SHIP YOU ALMOND BUTTER FROM MY STATE!!! YOU CAN HAVE IT FOR FREE AND MAYBE I'LL JUST LIKE SHIP MYSELF WITH THE ALMOND BUTTER AND THEN ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS WILL BE SOLVED!!!

and omg FAIRY TAIL WAS MY LIFE AS A KID i will not ever be reverting to that era of my life!!! but DW AT ALL LIKE THE WAY I HAVE RESTARTED THIS BLOG THREE SEPERATE TIMES DON'T EVEN WORRY BUT YOUR BURNER ACCOUNT IS SO SO CUTE <33 AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE BDAY THING AT ALL!! LIKE I DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY ALL THAT AND I FELT SO BAD TOO BUT LIKE I THINK I MAKE IT MORE DRAMATIC THAN IT REALLY WAS LIKE I WAS MAKING A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT BUT YOU WERE SUPER CHILL ABOUT IT AND I APPRECIATE IT SM!!! BUT I ABOSLUTELY LOVE YOUR BURNER ACCOUNT TOO AND WILL VERY FREQUENTLY BE SENDING YOU "missing u hours </3 dms!!!" ily mango anon!! i'm giving u another big fat kiss rn mwah <3

YES THE STARS SAY SO!!!!!! WE ARE LITERALLY MEANT TO BE (and bc i'm writing this while we're also dming) LITERALLY WE JUST NEED TO MOVE IN TOGETHER!! LIKE MANGO ANON AND NESS MEET UP NOW!! WE WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE </33 AND DON'T BE SORRY ABOUT IT AT ALL!! AGAIN IK I DIDN'T LIKE I HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING OR SAY ALL THAT BUT I JUST WANTED TO LIKE BE AS HONEST AS POSSIBLE AND I TOTALLY TRUST YOU AND DID NOT MIND TALKING ABOUT IT AT ALL!! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO UNDERSTANDING LIKE THAT'S ALL I COULD'VE ASKED FOR AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND NEVER FEEL PRESSURED TO TELL ME ANYTHING AT ALL AND YOU'RE ALSO MY NUMBER ONE PRIORITY!!! <33

I'M CRYING THAT YOU WERE THERE TO PROTECT ME FROM DAY ONE OMG 😭😭😭😭 I'M LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! THAT LITERALLY MADE ME START KICKING MY FEET WHEN YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT CHECKING MY BLOG TO MAKE SURE NO ONE WAS SENDING IN HATE PLEASE </33 I AM LITERALLY SO HONORED I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON!!! THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE TO SUPPORT ME <33

random intermission!! do not worry i have finished my toast after that embarrassing moment where i dropped it </3 and then some guy who was wearing WAY too much axe spray came up to me and was like "hey can i have this chair?" (the extra one on the other side of the table i'm at) and i was like "oh ofc!! 😃😃😃" AS YOU READ THIS TAKE THIS AS ANOTHER BREAK TO DRINK WATER!! AND I ALSO WILL THANK YOU LOVE <333

THANK YOU MANGO ANON!! PLEASE BE MY SOUND PERSON </3 AND YEAH THEY'RE BOTH A LITTLE CRAZY AND MEAN AND LIKE THEY ARE MISOGYNISTIC HET WHITE MEN SO I DON'T THINK I COULD EXPECT ANYTHING MORE FROM THEM (one of them's usually pretty nice <3 except that one time he made me cry) BUT IT DEFINITELY ISN'T LIKE AMAZING WORKING WITH THEM BUT I WILL GET THROUGH IT THANK YOU!! i will tell you all about it once my duties start up!! (the day is slowly approaching and i am NOT ready at ALL)

LMAOO I LAUGHED SO HARD ABOUT YOUR NIGHTMARE WHERE YOU STARTED FREE BALLING THE MOTHERBOARD 😭😭 it's not funny i totally get it (i am once again trying to hold myself back from always talking in caps SORRY) and i've had SO many of those nightmares too (i'll tell u about them sometime LMAO) but like bc i've literally done that in person before and had nightmares like that i laughed 😭😭😭 AND I TOTALLY GET IT like when i was actually in high school?? yeah there was one kid i loved she was super sweet!! but she was an actor and i didn't really interact with them much and everyone else was SO annoying LIKE I GET U so i also didn't really adopt anyone!! BUT YES NOW I HAVE KIDS AND I'M SO PROUD OF THEM <33 I'M VISITING AGAIN TOMORROW BC I WANT TO SEE MY CHILD LMAO 😭

YOU'RE THE FATHER THAT STEPPED UP LMAO YES FR!!!! JUST ANOTHER WAY WE ARE THE MOST ICONIC DUO!! LOOK AT US COPARENTING TOO OMG <3 AND YES YOU ARE MY IRL SUNA RINTAROU!! I'M ALSO SO SO SO SO GLAD YOU'RE IN MY LIFE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'D BE DOING RN WITHOUT YOU I'M SO SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU AND TALK TO YOU ALWAYS!!! <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AS WELL AND DON'T OVER WORK YOURSELF!!! AND IF YOU WANT DEFINITELY PLS LET ME KNOW HOW YOUR OUTING WITH YOUR COWORKERS WENT NEXT TIME!!! let me rq drop my skater boy and purple heart boy lore AND THEN I'LL BE DONE!!

okay SKATER BOY so sophomore year he was in a tech class with me and actually the year before i had had a class with him but we never talked but i thought he was kind of good looking (BROTHER EUGHHHHH I'M SORRY I REGRET ALL MY CHOICES AND THE FACT THAT I HAVE TO SAY THAT BC I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING THRU MY HEAD AT THAT TIME) but ANYWAY the short and long of it is i left school for a month during that year for mental health reasons but he was like worried about me!! so we kept in contact and when i came back to school he stuck close to like make sure i was doing good!! and i was still in a bad place and making bad decisions!! like i think one time i walked with him to his house without telling anyone (bc i was mad at the world LMAO) and that was just the worst night of my life like we didn't do anything yk LMAO 😭 but OKAY NVM UGH I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT SORRY MAYBE IN DMS IF YOU'RE CURIOUS I'LL TELL YOU BUT ANYWAY LIKE BAD MEMORIES BAD TIME FOR ME and he was a skater boy!! and a crazy man who did drugs and then when we were getting close he was like "i've stopped doing drugs for you!!" and then like right before winter break started ghosting me and started doing drugs again so then i was like "okay ig you don't like me so i'm dipping!!" (sorry we're all over the place rn but bacially so like before winter break yk we're all close and cutesy and everyone was like "OH HE DEF LIKES YOU" but then he ghosted me so...) AND ANYWAY so second semester rolls around we're back from winter break we're not talking BUT HE'S IN MY TECH CLASS AGAIN 🙄🙄 but i was one of those kids that got adopted by like all the seniors and so within that tech class we usually make like construction groups yk and so i wasn't in his group BC I WANTED TO STAY FAR FROM HIM AND I WAS WITH MY BESTIES INSTEAD!! (best tech group of my life i tell u mango anon. the only thing that could've beat them would've been working with u <3) BUT ANYWAY so one day he like randomly started talking to me again or would purposely say hi to me so i'd say hi whtvr back or something BC I NO LONGER CARE and then i think he texts me an apology for how he acted and wanted to know if we could be friends again and i think i was still in a bad place so i was suddenly like "allow me to put on my rose tinted glasses so i can block out the red flags bae let's do this" BUT NOT REALLY (sorry i don't remember my thoughts back then anymore) BUT ALL I KNOW (i think i said yes bc i felt bad? or was like "yeah we can be FRIENDS again but that's all) OKAY ALL I REMEMBER IS THEN ONE DAY HE TEXTS ME AND HERE'S THE BREAKDOWN

skater boy: i like you

me (unsure of what to freaking do so i decide to take the let's be a stupid and oblivious y/n route!!): i like you too!

(which i mean as "i like you as a friend"

skater boy: oh thank god i've been so scared to tell you

me: oh

I LITERALLY SAID OH. I SAID OH MANGO ANON BC I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY AND HE DIDN'T GET THE HINT. HE KEPT YAPPING ABOUT HOW HE DITCHED ME DURING WINTER BREAK BC HE LIKED ME BACK THEN BUT DIDN'T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING (WHICH ALL MY FRIENDS SAID SOUNDED LIKE BS BC WHY WOULD YOU STOP TALKING TO SOMEONE YOU LIKE AND WAIT MONTHS TO TALK TO THEM AGAIN BUT WHATEVER) so like nothing happened from there LMAO we never talked about it again he left me a bag with fake flowers and rings from florida on my doorstep during the summer (very weird and made me uncomfortable. i had no idea what to say) and i had a friend tell me to "✨ take a chance at love ✨" BUT LIKE THAT WAS NOT LOVE BRO THAT WAS TOXICITY AT ITS FINEST AND SO ANYWAY THE REASON I AM TELLING YOU ALL THIS BESIDES BC IT'S FUN DRAMA AND I LOVE TELLING YOU EVERYTHING IS IT'S ALSO A GIANT REASON WHY I WILL NEVER WRITE SUNA AS A SKATER BOY OR ANYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH DRUGS (and mainly why i don't write about drugs anyway bc THAT MAN TRAUMATIZED ME OMG) bc it will always remind me of skater boy™ 😭😭😭😭

OKAY PURPLE HEART MAN!! JUST A SILLY THEATRE STORY I THOUGHT OF WHILE DOING LAUNDRY YESTERDAY AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU LMAO but anyway so i think this was actually also my sophomore year how silly!!!!! that was such a wild year for everyone ig but ANYWAY so my theatre was doing this one play and it was like a farce and a fixed set and only like six actors but anyway OUR MAIN LEAD WAS JUST LIKE BEING HEXED OR SOMETHING so man literally got a concussion bc there was this one bit where he dove into the audience and had to be carried off by a stretcher by techies as a bit but one night at rehearsal one of the techies tripped over a rock so he fell and bonked his head (WHICH ALSO RANDOMLY REMINDS YOU ALSO DURING THIS SHOW WE LITERALLY HAD A TOXIC FREON LEAK IN THE BOY'S DRESSING ROOM AND SOMEONE WENT MOMENTARILY BLIND) AND he like twisted his ankle i think!! another time he dove off the stage?? and then another actor accidentally stomped on his toe and that got injured too LMAO SO HE WAS REALLY GOING THROUGH IT AND ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE LAST SHOW BC HE WAS IN SUCH BAD CONDITION (if i remember correctly on like our second show day immediately after the show he went to the er??? and also when we were striking the set and tearing down posters one of them tore in a way that like yk some of the paper was left on the wall and it LITERALLY SPELLED OUT 'DIE' IDK WHY THIS SHOW WAS SO CURSED) and so at the end of the play he was awarded a purple heart as a joke bc that's what they give people who serve in the army yk 😭😭 if they were injured during their service

SORRY THAT'S ALL AND SORRY FOR THE LONG YAP!!! I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU LAUGH A LITTLE BIT THOUGH AND THAT YOU ARE DOING WELL!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON!! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAY AND YOUR OUTING WITH YOUR COWORKERS AND WHAT YOU ATE AND MAKE SURE TO EAT AND DRINK ENOUGH WATER I LOVE YOU SM!!! <33

#MY EYES ARE BLURRY AGAIN #SORRY FOR HOW MUCH I TALK IN CAPS #answers <3 #mango anon <3

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