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mydarllinglover · 11 months ago

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Stars Collided || Two

Once the hour was up, Princess Lovisa as well as Ahsoka met her parents downstairs, along with her sister, and the two Jedi, as the royal guards loaded the luggage onto the two carriages.

"I know that you don't see this as fair, Lovey, but know that it is because we love you, and wish no harm on the both of you." The king said, his hands on Lovisa's shoulders, as he looked at his two daughters. "And when it is safe, you will return, but only until then."

"Well, let's hope these Jedi are actually good at their job, then." Lovisa rolled her eyes.

"I will miss you both." Padme pouted, as she hugged their mother.

"We will miss you both infinitely more." She said.

"What if, who ever is after us, they come after the both of you, what if you are harmed, and we are not there?" Lovisa asked.

"We will be protected, it will be okay, my lovey." Her father promised, hugging his little girl, tightly, and she hugged him back, resting her head against his shoulder.

And then they switched.

Her mother fluffed out her hair, fixing her tiara as she looked at her.

"You are so beautiful." She commented, swiping her daughters cheek.

"I get it from you." Lovisa blushed.

"Be a good girl, I know you can be." Jobal said, a sternness in her tone.

"I won't make any promises." She joked.

"Go on, time is ticking." Jobal raised the hood of her cloak, pulling it over her head.

"Bye, I'll miss you." Lovisa squeaked, giving both her parents a kiss goodbye, after her sister.

Anakin was waiting by the open door of the carriage, his hand was out as he helped Padme in.

"Why thank you..."

"Anakin, Anakin Skywalker, pleasure to meet you, Princess." He smiled at her.

"Pleasure's all mine." Padme replied, climbing in, and taking a seat.

He then went to help Lovisa, but she took a step back.

"After you, Jedi." She nodded her head, for him to get in.

"I don't think so, I was warned about you, I'd prefer if you weren't sat near any exits." He told her.

"Well, if you insist." She rolled her eyes, lifting her dress and bunching it up into her hands, as she grabbed a hold of the bar on the outside, lifting herself up and in, ignoring Anakin's help.

"Anakin, maybe you should learn some manners along this." She could hear Obi-Wan hiss. "You just left the Princess to get in herself?"

"I tried." He argued. “But she refused my help, master!”

Lovisa covered her mouth, as she chuckled to herself.

"I'm glad you find yourself amusing, I guess somebody has to." Padme told her.

"I very much do." She replied, looking at her sister. "It's a pleasure to find myself so funny."

"Har har." Padme rolled her eyes. "He's sweet, charming, and rather handsome, don’t you think so?"

"You don't know that, and no, I most definitely do not."

Their conversation was cut off, as the two Jedi climbed in, sitting opposite the two princesses.

Then the door was closed.

Lovisa moved the curtain from the window, as she stared outside, mentally saying goodbye to the Palace, her home, as the horses pulled them away.

"You, know, Lovey, it was actually Anakin that would have saved your life, if you were actually in your room, last night." Padme started.

"What do you mean by that?" She entertained her sister.

"He was the one who went after whoever it was, and gave up a good chase, too, so you didn't save your own life, you would have been fine."

"Well." She looked at the boy. "Good job, very good on catching him." She held out two thumbs up, "Oh wait.... you didn't."

"Princess, if I may..." Obi-Wan spoke up.

"If you must." She answered.

"Anakin was close, we just didn't expect whoever it was, to jump out from the top window, unfortunately, it was too dark for us to get a good lead on where he went."

"A window, and they survived?"

"We assume so." Anakin had visibly stiffened up, he found himself to already not be too much of a fan of the younger princess.

"My, that is impressive." Lovisa fanned her face, a small smile on her lips.

"They wanted to kill us."

"You don't know that for sure." She pointed out, as Padme looked at her in disappointment.

The carriage then fell into silence.

After a while, Lovisa moved the curtain once again, looking outside.

"I am quite surprised." The older man spoke, again, gaining the attention of the two teenagers. "That you two haven't bothered to catch up."

"Obi-Wan..." Anakin muttered.

"Catch up on what?" Lovisa asked.

"Oh, my mistake, Princess, I knew it had been a while since the last time you had come to visit the Jedi Temple with your father, I hadn't realised it was that long ago."

"What do you mean?" She quizzed.

Though he was right, as a young girl, Lovisa would go everywhere, with her father, as he fulfilled his duties, that included visiting the Jedi, but she hadn't been since she was Eleven, that was about eight years ago.

She looked at the boy opposite her, and that's when she realised.

"Little Ani?" She gasped.

She hadn't realised the small boy she had known all those years ago, when he first started as a Padawan, had a full name, or that he had grown up.

"Oh, you do remember." Obi-Wan smiled, and Anakin fought the urge to whack his master, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not so little, anymore." He defended himself.

"I can see that, though, you are still a Padawan, as I recall, you were supposed to surpass expectations, and become one of the greats in the force, but..."

"Lovisa, do not be so rude." Padme hissed.

"And yet, you will forever be a princess, but my time will come, when I am older, and I suppose wiser." Anakin told her.

The humour from Lovisa's face had vanished.

"I guess you will be waiting a very long time, then." She replied, bitterly.

"She's sensitive." Padme told the boy, patting the girls leg.

Lovisa looked out the curtain again, when she realised where they were.

She threw the carriage door open.

"Princess!" Obi-Wan shouted, as she dived out.

"I'm on it!" Anakin shouted, as he also dived out, but when he looked around, as he stood in the middle of the village, he couldn't spot the missing princess anywhere.

Obi-Wan quickly closed the door, to at least protect the other princess.

"God damn it!" Anakin cursed to himself, as he moved through the crowds of people, keeping his eye out for the girl.

He analysed the area, before spotting a dark hood, he could see how the person was trying to duck their head, he could also see the outline of something on top of their head.

He pushed through the bustling people, forcing his way through as he got nearer to her.

He had finally reached her, down an dark alleyway, the princess was attempting to climb over stacks of boxes and bins, and over a wall.

He quickly grabbed her, pulling her down and holding her against the wall.

"Why would you do that?" He demanded, as he attempted to catch his breath, staring down at her, as she lifted the hood from her view.

"This is my home, and I refuse to leave it." She said.

"You have no other choice, M'lady, your life is at risk, if you stay here, and it's my duty to prevent that."

"I wish not to go, so I shan't" She held her chin high, as she remained looking into his blue eyes.

"I'm afraid your words are nowhere near as important, as the kings, and he would have my head, if you were to be put in harms way, on my watch."

"You can't make me go back." She folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm sorry about this, Princess." He sighed.

But before she had a chance to ask why, Anakin bent down and threw the girl over his shoulder, securing the back of her legs with only his arm, after making sure that she was still decent and her cloak was covering her.

"Put me down!" She shouted, as she hit his back.

"No can do." He told her, walking out of the alleyway and back towards the carriages.

"Help! Help me!" She shouted, but due to who Anakin was, the people of Naboo instead moved out of the way for him, making a clear path as he carried the princess.

"Oh good, she didn't get far." Ahsoka smiled in relief, as she greeted the pair, standing outside her own carriage, along with Sabé.

"Shut up, Snips." Lovisa complained, as Anakin placed her back on the ground, keeping a firm hand around her arm.

"Here, Kuna thought that you might want these, later on, it helped him out a few times." Ahsoka dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of the boy, who's eyes had lit up, as he snatched them.

"Thank you." He nodded, as he held the Princess's wrist, clipping the padded metal around it, then linked the other one to his own. "There, now where you go, I will have to follow."

"You both will pay for this." She fumed, as she attempted to tug at the metal chain, linking them together.

"Ah, you’re back, very good, shall we continue the journey?" Obi-Wan popped his head out of the carriage, leaving it open for the two to join, as Ahsoka saluted to her friend, going back to her own.

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oddballwriter · 1 year ago

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The Moon Boys when the Reader comes back from a Night out Drinking

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Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is very drunk, Marc and Jake make reader drink those hangover cure concoctions, the system being decent and good men.

Author’s Snip: This was just a random thought and I figured I'd write it since maybe some of y'all like to drink hard and party.

Note: Drink responsibly and always have a designated or plan on how to get home without driving yourself.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He stays up all night as best and passes the time as he waits for you to come home

When you do, some of your friends are usually with you so that you aren't walking back home by yourself while drunk

And drunk you are

You still had the ability to tell the difference between the boys

No matter how drunk you were

So when he came to the door and your brain managed to register what you were looking at your face turns from spaced out to pure joy

"Steven!" you slur out in a happy voice as you spread out your arm and stumble into his arms

He catches you and hold you up gently as you nuzzle into his neck and he takes your discarded shoes from you friends with a quiet "Thank you."

When he closes the door and turns back towards the rest of the flat with you still clung onto him

He knows how you usually are when your drunk and acts off that

"Did you have fun? It looks like you did." is what he usually says but really it's him politely asking "You've drank yourself silly, haven't you."

He helps you get ready for bed, since the gods know you'll probably lose focus and pass out somewhere else in your party clothes and makeup

He gently cleans off your makeup with a makeup wipe and gives you some nice and clean pajamas before tucking you into bed and then getting ready for bed himself

Of course, you have a huge hang over in the morning , so he takes care of you during that too by making you some breakfast, giving you painkillers and water, drawing the curtains to protect your eyes, and making you a nice bath to relax in

Marc Spector

Again, your friends walk you home and he's grateful that your friends wouldn't leave you drunk and vulnerable to defend yourself on your own

But once he closes the door after taking you in he starts to scold you about getting so drunk

He's not trying to be a party pooper and shame you for having fun, he sure drinks a good amount himself, but he does get worried

You never see it but he usually paces the living room when it gets super late and you aren't home yet

Marc does help you get ready for bed too but he does all the steps. So unfortunately you need to take a cold shower or bath and both a means to sober up and also get the bar smell off of you

"Marc. The water's cold. :(" "Yeah. I know. But you're completely out of it and I just washed the sheets a few days ago and I don't want you getting that bar smell on them. Get in the tub."

He'll get in with you but he's not up for messing around in it. It's late at night, he just wants you to get some rest before the hang over kicks in, and also you're drunk so you can't really make proper decisions and he's not going to use that to get something out of you

Also he loves you but he does not want to deal with your drunk shenanigans

In the morning he makes you some of those hangover remedies that he knows about

He might be able to get over a hangover faster but you don't have a deal with a murder bird of the moon so its the traditional hangover cure cup, and water, for you

Jake Lockley

Jake prefers to actually pick you up from the bar or wherever you were at since he shadows as a cab driver, so might as well come and get you right where you are

It's not that he doesn't trust your friends to help you walk/get home. He just feels like driving you home

He won't drive your friends home though, he wants to get you home and just says "Where's your designated driver?"

He can handle you when your drunk, he doesn't know how your friends are when drunk though

Once he starts driving home, he rolls down the windows to let you get some fresh air (and in case you need to... you know)

Jake kind of babies you when your drunk and heading home

Like when you walk out of the car he just picks you up and walks the rest of the way with you in his arms

And whenever you whine he coos "Oh pobrecito/a."

He makes you wash up and cleaned off similar to Marc because he knows that you'll be bedridden in the morning so might as well get everything done now

Speaking of the morning after

He also makes you do the remedies but he encourages you in a cheeky way.

"If you can drink a nasty mixed drink at the bar, you can drink this."

He's sweet to you though, he, and the others, help you get over your hang over

#moonknight #moon knight #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #cw alcohol #cw drunk reader

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tergridguy · 7 months ago

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Cigar of the Day: Straightjacket by Asylum

The Asylum Straightjacket. What a beautiful cigar band to start off with, right? I mean, even if it was a garbage cigar, I would be tempted to keep one of these around just as an ornament. Never mind the fact that it's a theme that resonates with me.

I am a man who knows my way around a psychiatric hospital in both a personal and professional capacity and so Asylum has always appealed to me as much as I sometimes find the branding problematic. the Asylum 'Schizo' in particular-- I kind-of think it's cool, but also I know a lot of people who would find it offensive. So, you know, I'm a little on the fence on that, but at the end of the day, I work at the nut house and I'm tickled by a madhouse themed cigar, although, I might advise them to be a little bit more sensitive. But you know, whatever...

Right after ignition the Straightjacket gives me warm cream of wheat out of a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon, finished wood forward. You're licking the spoon after mixing up some brownie mix but there's no more mix, just spoon. It's not terrifically compelling.

It's definitely giving me whole grain vibes. About an inch in the flavor profile widens a little bit, really reminds me of multi-grain bread or like I'm biting into a bunch of different seeds and flax and that kind of thing.

Underlying everything, there's this unpleasant note of burnt toast. Somebody fucked up breakfast is the vibe. We fucked up the good stuff and you're stuck with the rest, the healthy stuff.

But hell, it sure looks pretty; an Instagrammable breakfast I guess, but not so tasty. It's burning pretty solidly, tiny bit of skew, but nothing that requires a correction. It's not bad it just feels like it's missing something and it kind of feels like there's something there that shouldn't be. The last final piece that would have made this good got swapped out for a defective part, kind of disappointing. I am still not even halfway through the first third though, so I'm going to give it a little time and see where we end up.

On to the second third. Nearly halfway through I detect this note which I find somewhat unpleasant. I would describe it as a wet bitter note. This is not necessarily a bad flavor. It is a note that I find prevalent in certain cigars and those cigars just aren't to my taste personally-- I just don't like that particular flavor.

I find that this is building over the course of this cigar, which is not my favorite. It feels like it's lacking an accompaniment that it would need for me to appreciate it, or maybe it's just a particular flavor profile that doesn't suit my taste. I will not say that it is bad objectively; I prefer a dry astringency to this more moist feeling bitterness and this ain't giving it to me which is unfortunate because it's a look.

I love the look of this cigar, but the experience leaves me wanting. I am now most of the way through the second third and it hits me what this note is that I don't like very much. Almonds.

I don't particularly care for almonds. I won't turn my nose up at a chocolate bar with almonds in it, but I'd probably rather have it without. They have this bitter aftertaste that turns me off of them and that's what I taste in this cigar.

Many cigars have this note of almond and it's something I just don't like. I know a lot of people love almonds, they are popular, so I really don't want to necessarily turn people off this if that's something that appeals to you. For me, unfortunately, it's a pass.

Or is it? The final third really turned this one around for me actually. I kept getting all these notes I don't particularly like, but it can't be denied that there is an interesting progression. It does take you on a journey and once I finally get to the end and I'm almost burning band, it all kind of comes together and I'm like, "You know what? Now that it's all here, I actually don't mind it. This is fine."

But, I shouldn't have to wait for two thirds of the cigar to be over to start enjoying myself. But I could see how another person with different preferences, different tastes would find this compelling.

I mean, it is an interesting medium body cigar that is dynamic, has a range of flavors that develop and come in and out over the course of the experience--the elements just aren't my favorite, they aren't to my taste.

I think that this is a fine cigar and it's a very handsome cigar, but in terms of the flavor profile it is not something that I'm going to be reaching for very often, if ever.

Which is just too bad because it is gorgeous

#recovery #cigars #mental health #magic the gathering #warhammer 40k #neurodivergent #cigardaddy #cigaroftheday

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plscallmeeren · 1 year ago

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DON‘T MIND THAT

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: Yep :) and it makes me very happy

Summary: you work as an on-the-field medic for the Avengers and are dating Darcy Lewis (your girlfriend of four years, lucky you) and realise that her combat skills could use some serious improvement. Training turns out to be more fun than expected

Warnings: Swearing; insinuations of sex; some touching and almost sexy stuff I guess; violence (not heavily depicted or anything)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Darcy cackled at a line Sheldon had pulled, not letting the smile slip from your face seeing her so happy.

With one more 'bazinga' the scene came to a close and Leonard and Penny were making out in his bed.

You looked down at Darcy who was sitting in between your legs, slowly munching on a musli bar, clad in only a lacy bralette and panties due to the fact that you had only recently woken up.

"That doesn't look too bad, does it, love?" you grinned, moving your thumbs in circles where your hands lay on her tummy.

"Mhm, no... 'M not satiated yet from last night," she teased, her words growing more clear as she spoke. She rolled around so that her cleavage hung around your groin and she could look up at you through those damned lashes.

"Yeah? You looked pretty tired when I was finished with you, I'd say," you smirked, your hands moving to grip her ass, encouraging her legs towards you as she placed a gentle kiss against you boxers.

"Ten minutes until take-off. New location discovered. Please meet at Quinjet in bay 16-A," came the annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying voice of JARVIS.

"Fuuuck," you groaned, throwing your head back and hissing when it hit the headboard.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Darcy offered, sitting a little more upright but not making the view any less inviting - or, for that matter, teasing.

"I'm gonna need lots of kissing better when I get back, yeah?" She kissed your forehead adorably in the meantime.

You quickly stood up, dragging the leather suit out of your closet and hurriedly changing into it while JARVIS opened the slot behind your mirror to present the armour-ish part of your suit.

"Hey, I know this sounds totally crazy, but- Could I come with you? Just to try it out. If it doesn't work, that's fine by me. I can offer some insight into which paperwork might be important, too, considering there's always the trouble of JARVIS not being able to scan everything fast enough. I've had some combat training, I might just survive," she spoke very quickly. You attempted a laugh, but you didn't truthfully find it particularly funny.

"Are you sure about this, hon'? No one here's really assessed you on your combat skills and even if we arm you to the teeth- Well, I suppose you'd be flanked at all times and you have fought, kinda, sorta, with Jane before, but..." You started mumbling at an inaudible pace and volume, arguing back and forth with yourself even though you already knew what you wanted to say and your unfortunate answer.

"Okay, give me a sec." You pressed the button on your suit connecting you via audio to whoever's name you spoke first. "Tony, can Darcy come? I'll cover her at all times and she thinks she can give some insight on the paperwork problem. Preferably, none of you get too injured, that's all."

"You sure about this?" came the staticky reply.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, your mirror will close again and give it like- I dunno, three minutes and JARVIS can make her a decent catsuit-type thing. We have all her sizes, obviously. Stay safe."

You sighed gently as you nodded at your girlfriend in confirmation. She beamed. "Does this mean I'm a superhero now?"

"Sure. I guess you were already an Avenger or whatever, generally speaking. JARVIS will have just a plain suit made in about three minutes."

"Oh yeah, they did ask me about my sizes when I first got here... guess they didn't wanna seem creepy and scan me." You smiled down guiltily and her brows furrowed. "They did that, too?"

"They do everything." You placed the two guns in their holsters and heaved your foot up onto the side of the bed to slip another knife into a thigh-holder. The medical attachments hung around your middle and on your back.

"You're so hot when you do that," she whispered, glancing once again at your thigh.

"Thanks, love."

The mirror opened, revealing a catsuit which looked like it was going to be very tight indeed. Darcy gazed at it in awe.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit me?"

"JARVIS knows you better than yourself." It was simple and black, not unlike Natasha's but missing a few key components that she had requested over the years. It had one gun holster, and that was about it for weaponry.

She exchanged her current attire for some sports underwear before pulling the suit on and finally turning around, asking you to do up the zipper even though she could very well reach it herself.

Just before you could turn the TV off as you handed a gun to Darcy, Sheldon walked in on Leonard and Penny almost having sex, and you chuckled at the fitting scenario before turning it off.

You could admire your girlfriend properly now. You knew her body inside and out, but to see the leather clinging to her every curve was another matter. You wondered desperately if you were going to let either of you get shot because you were so distracted.

You grabbed her by the hips and kissed her deeply, unfortunately aware of the timer ticking down to '03:00 minutes remaining'.

She whimpered slightly as you pulled away, still somewhat disappointed at what had been cut short that morning.

"C'mon, let's go. Bay 16-A, was it?"

"That is correct," JARVIS answered immediately, making you roll your eyes playfully and call out 'wasn't asking you' before you both left the room.

•••

"On your right," you yelled, too pre-occupied with three HYDRA agents of your own to properly defend Natasha.

It was funny how you had grown into a role you definitely didn't intend on signing up for. You were an agent of SHIELD who specified in medicine. Of course, when you were offered the job as a medic for the Avengers you weren't exactly going to say no. But it turned out that the most dangerous injuries they acquired couldn't be trusted to wait until they flew back, especially if they were further away. So, being quite close to them all personally, you offered yourself. The original plan was that you stay in the Quinjet and possibly run onto the field if the others can't afford to move whoever it is. But slowly, ever so slowly, you would venture further and further out on the field to keep look-out, and slowly...

You simply joined in.

Medical attention was still the priority, but they weren't going anywhere without you in the midst, anymore.

You sent a painful front-kick with steel-capped boots to the man right in front of you's solar plexus, presently spinning around and sending two fatal blows to each of the other agent's chests.

Not allowing yourself the time to regain your strength, you shot a woman holding a sword-like thing to Clint's back and turned to find Darcy.

Except you couldn't see her.

You frantically pressed the button on your suit, calling out for her as you ran around aimlessly.

With a stroke of luck, you turned into a part of the building you hadn't entered yet and found her with large eyes, surrounded by three large men and a woman, all equally stern as they held her at gun-point.

"Hey! Four to one, that isn't fair, is it?" you shouted, earning the men's attention, but the woman wasn't falling for it. In quick succession you managed to hit two of them, saving a bullet for the third and then finally turned to see the woman holding your girlfriend in front of her with the gun at her throat.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your lungs hurt from the abnormal intake that wasn't reaching very far at all.

How had you let this happen? Why had you agreed to let her come with no assessment whatsoever? How had you lost her?

"Drop the gun, or I'll use mine," she ordered, and you could see Darcy trembling as she opened her mouth to comment something quick-witted, but you gently shook your head as you lay down your weapons.

Well, not your knife, of course.

"Just hand her over. Please. I won't kill you." The woman hesitated, apparently contemplating if I was still capable of doing such a thing, then laughed as she decided.

"Come to me. I'll have both of you, and if you're lucky, you'll survive."

That's when you noticed that she had actually managed to cuff Darcy, making things just a tad more complicated. But she was presenting you with the perfect offer.

"Okay, whatever you want," you faked submission, approaching her with raised hands.

"Good. Now-"

You threw your leg up against her face, hearing the satisfying crack of her jaw as you pulled out your knife, wasting no time in ramming it into her heart. "That's what you get for touching my girl," you whispered, and you could see the shivers run up and down Darcy's spine.

"Are you okay?" you asked frantically, looking her up and down with scared eyes as she almost slumped against you.

"Yeah, just- just a little shaky. You know how it is."

You gulped, turned to search the dead woman for keys or the likes.

"If you're looking for keys- these things have a number code, (y/n)," Darcy interrupted your search and you cursed.

"Okay, let's get back to the jet, then. We'll laser it off back home if need be." She nodded, unimpressed, following you outside unhappily as you informed the others through the comms. "Lewis and (L/n) heading back to jet. Still available for specified functions."

A chorus of understanding or envious answers chimed through the speakers as you made your way through the forest, away from the fight. One guy needed putting down, but that was it.

Once you were safely back in the Quinjet, Darcy leaned on you, apologising profusely, but you wouldn't have it. Eventually the other Avengers filed in with only minor injuries and you were undoubtedly grateful for it.

•••

Darcy, in light of the red lines around her wrists, had taken your constructive criticism of her technique very well and gladly agreed to undertake some training with you.

So, there you stood, in an entirely empty Avengers compound, entirely empty training room, entirely empty fighting ring except for the two of you.

"You ready?" you asked, bouncing on your heels to get in the mood.

"Uh, ready as ever. Just dying to land a punch on you," she added playfully and you smirked.

"Okay, how do you punch?"

She moved her legs apart and held two fists in front of her chest unsurely, thumb beneath fingers.

"Okay, lie your thumb across your fingers like this," you demonstrated, Darcy copying easily. "Now, you either have to have offset feet if you want to hold your fists in front of your chest, or you stand like you are now, but with palms facing upwards at your hip."

"It's always chest or hip with you, isn't it?"

You grinned but otherwise ignored the comment, showed one variant, then the other, and the two of you went back and forwards for a while.

"You're gonna wanna...," you trailed off, standing beside her and leading her arms. Leading her body in a way that took the force from much more than just her elbow or shoulder.

"Oh," she chimed, and you chuckled as she toyed with the new position, coming to terms with how it felt and how much more power she could install in a hit.

"Alright, then... blocking."

"Or alternatively, unblocking my path to being a real Avenger."

You spent about an hour straightening out her basics and after a short break promised to reveal some of the more fancy side of close combat.

"So, you jump off of something nearby, could be a wall, could be a fence, anything that will hold you, and then push off, throw your one leg up, preferably not the dominant one..." You kept explaining the move, not noticing Darcy's eyes glued to your lips as you instructed, her gaze occasionally slipping further down where a river of sweat marked your shift down the middle.

"That all understandable? Sorry, I'm so warm, I've gotta-" You pulled off the grey singlet top and sighed in content as the cooler air hit your skin.

Your girlfriend stood slightly stunned, as if she had never seen you half-naked before, eyes raking repeatedly over your glistening body and specifically muscles.

"Start when you're ready."

Having only really heard what move it was and the first few words, Darcy half-heartedly jumped off one rope building the ring and sort of held onto you, trying to wrap her thighs around your neck.

You both fell rather inelegantly, forcing you to catch the fall, and turn in midair, ending with your face still between her thighs.

"Well, I certainly don't mind that position, love." She turned bright red and you laughed softly.

You stood, holding out a hand to invite her up, pulling her close and clasping your hands behind her waist.

"That's awfully close for a student-teacher relationship," Darcy commented, but you could feel the heat from her face, led alone her sweat-drenched body.

"I could teach you all sorts of things."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know. The butterfly. Spooning. Missionary. Queening..."

Darcy wasn't anything short of daring in the bedroom, but it was very easy to fluster her talking about it.

"Or maybe...," you leaned in very close to her ear, hot breath not the only thing warming inside her, "cowgirl?"

You pulled away, smirked, asked her to try and do the move again if she could concentrate enough.

Body trembling, Darcy dared her body to do what she asked, did a miraculously good job until you were standing with her thighs around your head and she couldn't manage the hypothetical neck-cracking or hypothetical slam.

"Don't you want me on the ground?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of learning that cowgirl move next. Or was it reverse?"

You smirked, lowering her legs to the height of your waist so that you could hold her by her ass and look her in the eye.

"But I don't know if I want the lesson to continue, you know. You might have to convince me of your subject-"

You pushed your girl against one of the four posts and led your lips to hers, ghosting them for a moment before pulling away again.

Her gaze was trained on your arms, steady as they held her up and so strong and those abs and-

"Are you listening, baby?"

"Y-Yeah. Always."

You pulled away, standing at the edge of the ring where Darcy couldn't bare having you, and gestures for her to come at you.

Not having the slightest idea what you said before, she simply ran at you, fist raised.

With criminal ease you swished her around and she landed softly (with you to thank for that) on her back.

"I think I'm getting too warm, too," she breathed, looking you in the eye as she slipped off the sports top.

You fixated on her breasts, admiring because you knew you were welcome, unaware that your mouth was slightly agape.

"It's only for practical reasons, you can close your mouth, now," she taunted, just as she pulled off her pants as well. You desperately attempted to pick up your jaw, but found it harder than expected. That wasn't the only sense, however, in which your body was betraying you.

Yet with that thought, your eyes wandered further down and you couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Having your legs around my head makes you wet, huh? I didn't even do anything?"

"It's just sweat."

"Right."

"Oh, stop teasing me-" She stood, ran towards you to hold onto you or so, but you swivelled her around so that her back was pressed up against your front, holding onto her instead.

"How am I teasing you? I'm just helping you train..." You trailed sloppy kisses down her nape, nipping at her ear as you passed it.

She moaned gently, caving in on your body to seek more skin contact.

An idea visibly struck her and she pulled away, much to your surprise, lifting her chin as she studied your expression cockily.

"What?"

"I want you to show me just one more move," she said defiantly. "How to get an attacker on the ground. Can you show me?"

You hesitated, wondering what she was up to, but deciding you didn't really mind either way.

Sparsely annotated, you showed her some possible steps and footwork and finally pushed her over, landing with your waist over hers and a hypothetical hand to her throat.

"That what you m-"

She cut you off, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you gladly reciprocated. Teasing wasn't generally what the two of you did, so after what - in your understanding - was a long time, you were happy to give in.

The kiss started slow, longing, sensuous, but you were both realising it wouldn't be enough for long, quickening your pace to the point you could hardly keep up.

You pulled away shortly, earning a breathy whimper from Darcy, kissing her jaw and then her neck in silent worship. She let a high-pitched moan escape her and you smirked against her skin.

"Do you like this, love?"

"Y-Yeah, I fucking love this," she replied, unusually high and unstable.

Your kisses ventured further and further down, eventually swiping your tongue along the rim of her bra.

"C'mon, then, you can't tell me you've never wanted to fuck someone against the cold, hard floor," Darcy teased, and that was all you needed to hear.

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This is terrible I'm so sorry

Unedited bullshit but anyways it's too late to keep writing hope you enjoy anyway and this was a bit like you imagined from your request :)

Goodnight/morning/day/evening wherever y'all are 🌞

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jupitersmoonsstuff · 2 years ago

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Hellluuuu ^^. Hope you’re doin fine!

Would you do Ler!Rody and Lee!Reader or- if you don’t know Rody well maybe Ler!!Hawks lee!Dabi?

You don’t have to! If there’s too many asks just ignore this one pls!

Hello! Im doing good!

Unfortunately i haven't watched world hero's mission yet so i dont know much of anything about Rody but i will write for him in the future!

As for hawks and dabi, i can see things being really boring at the base so hawks goes into dabi's room to bother him so dabi tickles hawks with one of hawk's feathers just to be a bastard

Hope you like the fic!

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It was a quiet day at the base

No missons, no meetings, no chaos

Just peace

It was one of hawk's favourite moments since he joined the league. The days where it was just peaceful

Shigaraki was off in his room playing video games, or scheming for the group's next mission. But who knows. Shigs always prefered to be on his own most of the time

Toga, Twice and Mr. Compress were playing a card game in the living room of the base, with Kurogiri behind the bar as he usually was

Dabi however, was nowhere to be found

Hawks was going to join in on the trio's game of Go Fish

But he had decided that he wanted to go bother his best friend instead. So he went on a search to find Dabi

Another one of hawk's favourite moments after he joined the league was bothering dabi and just overall pissing him off

As hawks was walking down the hallway towards dabi's bedroom, he could hear whines from twice and toga complaining that compress was cheating

of course compress was

Hawks snickered at them while continuing his journey down the hall

After what felt like forever walking down the ungodly long hallway he knocked on dabi's door

"Hey hey hey dabi! Its your best friend hawks, are ya in there?" Hawks chirped and he leaned against the door waiting to be let in

Dabi on the otherside in his room groaned knowing that hawks was there to just be annoying. But he walked over to the door to let him in anyway

"What do you want birdman?" Dabi said as he opened the creaky door

"Well nothin's going on at the moment, everyone's kinda doin there own thing. So i thought I'd stop by and see my best friend" hawks said as he leaned against the door frame with his elbow

"Fine just get in" dabi grumbed as he grabbed hawk's wings and shoved him inside

"OWWW YOU FUCKER! INCASE YOU FORGOT MY WINGS ARE SENSITIVE AND THAT HURT!" Hawks yelled as dabi let him go after shoving hawks into his bare bedroom

"Yeah yeah yeah I've heard the schpiel, just find somewhere to sit" dabi said as he shut the door. Little did hawks now dabi had something up his sleeve

Literally

He plucked off one of hawk's vibrant red feathers without hawks noticing. And dabi planned to use hawk's own quirk against him

As dabi shut the door he put the feather up the sleeve of his long black coat and sat on his bed, hawks was sitting on the floor by dabi's legs

"So, what did you come here for anyway?" dabi said as he grabbed a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it up with his quirk

"Oh no reason, just wanted to hang out with my friend thats all" hawks said as he leaned against dabi's night stand. Which was literally the only other peice of furniture in the room other then his bed

Dabi slowly brought the blue lit cigarette to mouth and had a long drag of it

"Why didnt you go play whatever card game those dorks were playing" dabi said as he finally let the cig leave his mouth

"How'd you know they were playing cards? You dont even leave your room" hawks asked as he looked up at dabi

"Are you kidding? You cant hear toga and twice's bitching from over hear?" Dabi rhetorically asked as he brought the cig back to his mouth

Seemingly on cue was a loud complain from toga that Mr. C had been cheating at every card game they played

"See what i mean? I dont need to leave my room to hear the rest of those goons" dabi said as he put the cig out on his ash tray next to him

"Yeah, i guess that makes sense" hawks said as he stretched his arms high into the air soon followed by a yawn

Dabi saw his chance

And took it

He quickly pulled the feather from his sleeve and attacked hawks sides, that were exposed from when his shirt lifted up as he stretched

"AAAHAHHAA HEY W-WHAT THE FUUUUCK. IS WRRROOONG WIHEHTH YOU!?!??!" Hawks screeched as he jumped away from the feather

Hawks knew he had to run for his life or he was a dead bird

Hawks bolted out the door in an attempt to get away, however dabi was soon on his tail

"You cant run for long birdman!!!" Dabi yelled as he chased hawks down the hallway. Which caught the attention of the others in the living room

Hawks came in dashing into the living room looking and feeling more panicked then he ever had in his life

"GUYS HELP DABI IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!! Hawks yelled as he made a b-line into the living room. Dabi following behind

"Awwwwe hell yeah i wanna join!" Toga cheered as she ran afrer dabi and managed to jump and hold dabi onto the groud

"YEAH I WANNA JOIN!" Twice yelled however almost immediately contradicted himself with "NO THE FUCK I DON'T!!!"

No one knew how, but Mr. Compress had disappeared

Hawks made a U-Turn and ran back down the hallway to dabi's room as there wasnt anywhere else to go

"I OWE YOU ONE TOGA!!!" Hawks yelled out to her as she continued to hold Dabi down

"No problEEM-" toga screeched as Dabi threw her off of him and ran to follow hawks

Hawks continued running down to Dabi's room

He almost made it

"AHHHHHHH" hawks yelled as Dabi tackled him to the floor. Dabi started scribbling at hawks sides

"AHAHAWAITTTT WEEE CAAAANNN TAHHAHALK ABOUT THHAHAHIISS" hawks laughed out. He doesn't remeber the last time he had been tickled

"Its to late birdman" Dabi said as he started moving up to hawk's ribs

"WHAAHHAT DID I EHEHEEVN DO TOOOO YOOHOHOHO?!??!" hawks said as he tried to speak through his loud laughter

"Nothing, Im bored, I just want something to do and i decided to make you my victim" Dabi said with a smirk on his face

"One...two..." Dabi mischievously said as he started counting Hawk's ribs

"DONT COHHOHUNT MY RIIIBBBS YOOHOHO MONSTER!!" Hawks laughed as he cluched his stomach, from both laughing so hard and trying to defend himself from Dabi's hands

*oh god oh god this is how i die, on the floor, curled in a ball, while being tickled, why me why* was all that could go through Hawk's head at the moment

All of a sudden the other door that resided in that hallway had slammed open. It was Shigaraki's room

"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Two. Doing?!" Shigaraki said in shock and annoyance at the slight of these two idiots on the floor

"Oh nothin' you need to worry about boss" Dabi said as he got of of hawks. Hawks took a sigh of relief

"You guys are weird remind me to never give you the day off again" Shigaraki said as he closed his door

*note to self, Dont go into Dabi's room* Hawks said to himself as he finally was able to get off of the cold concrete floor

"See ya later birdman" Dabi said as he walked back into his room and closed the door. Hawks couldn't see dabi's face, but he knew that there was a smug look on it

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I hope you liked the fic! Sorry it took a while to write 😌

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cryptiql · 4 years ago

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smoke signals

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of anxiety and abuse, but otherwise okay. please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 6.5k

a/n: this is my first ever mha fic and the fact that i decided to do dabi first shows i have some massive balls but i'm giving it a try! if he seems ooc at all or i get some facts wrong, please lmk and i'll fix them. (heavily inspired by smoke signals by phoebe bridgers—would recommend listening to it or any of her other songs while reading)

dabi found the meaning of life in a simple strum of chords; a melody twisted by melancholy tunes that resonated deep within the gates of his mind. they haunt him—either by breaking his conscious from a much needed rest to bring him tossing and turning in the damp air of the loft, or making sure that he stayed wide awake during the late hours of the night and well into the creeping day. the lyrics are so surreal that he has to sit down and contemplate their meaning like an english teacher would to the color red, but they're painted saccharine and drip with honey flowing from the mouth that sings them and he hates it. he hates that he's wasted moments better spent wrecking havoc just to understand that stupid little ditty that clings to his heart like a leech. but this song did not come from his own craft—no.

dabi had known the putrid stench of sweat and vermillion blood when the flames licked at his skin, breaching the coarse flesh of his palms to rain hellfire upon all those who dared oppress him. he could weave lies with knots that would take years to unravel, and set whole cities ablaze with a mere finger. clawing oneself from a well built to drown them in their trauma does tend to leave scars on ones hands, and dabi's body was practically a canvas for mutilation, so he could consider himself an expert on the matter. he could attempt to make such a song by strapping in with his many hours of free time and diligent persona, but his hands were not made for music; neither delicate, sonorous tunes or dark, grating strains. they were made for war.

so if anyone had asks, "no" is his answer. "i don't play." and yes, it is while he's drumming a rhythmic beat that he claims this to be true, but the last thing he thinks about is donning a set of drums during his free time. he's far too distracted by the image of your taper fingers curled around the neck of your guitar to consider anything else.

the gentle but keen plucking of chords startles him from yet another ridiculously long-winded spiel by shigaraki, and dabi swallows a strangled groan behind his grinding teeth. it's in his head, now, and so far the only thing that has succeeded in reaping it from his memory—if only for a few minutes—is the blood stained battlefield that he's found himself fighting on far too many times this month alone.

what's he complaining about, though? it's not as though he minds getting down in the dirt. in fact, he's ecstatic to dig his claws into any gruesome ordeal so long as it benefits him in some way, so why is he so invested in this little to and fro game of twenty questions with the likes of you; someone as significant in the world as a paperclip without paper to hold? why come back, despite there being nothing in it for him besides a series of migraines?

not from you, a voice answers from inside. you're an absolute pleasure.

dabi nearly snarls at the confirmation that his own mind is turning against him, and as he does this, a plume of smoke erupts from his lips, billowing and curving to create intricate patters before dissipating into the atmosphere. a second time. a third. a fourth drag from the cigarette has completely obscured his face from anyone's view, and he relishes in the instant of privacy it gives him. however, it has also blocked him from seeing everyone else in the room, and while he normally would have considered that a blessing, it appears tomura has had enough of it.

you get headaches because you smoke too much, comes a second voice; yours, scolding in a way he'd only expect from a worried mother. dabi only has a split second to register it before shigaraki's head pokes through the fumes, red eyes alight with rage and lips pulled back into a snarl.

"would you quit doing that inside? it's fogging up my brain and i can't think straight." he grates.

"strange—i assumed there wasn't a brain in there to fog up in the first place." tomura's nostrils flare and dabi's pride spikes.

"besides, you came in here and looked directly at me as i was smoking—why didn't you ask me to stop then?"

"i was telling you with my eyes, idiot. you should know when it's time to either take it outside or put the damn thing out. there are ashtrays for a reason, and not everyone here wants to inhale that shit." he interrupts their intense staring contest only to wave his hand to clear the smog. now he can see the rest of the league clearly (oh joy, he thinks) and gives an indignant grunt when spotting toga at the bar table, covering her mouth and nose as a pitiful aim to block her lungs from the smoke. twice, who had unfortunately used up the last pack of his own cigarettes that morning, leans forward to take a whiff, exhaling soon after with satisfaction.

kurogiri stands at his usual spot behind the bar, seemingly unaffected as he idly scrubs away at grime infested glasses, while sako lounges at the opposite end of the room. his mask is on, leaving dabi to wonder if it's been like that all day, or if he just recently put it on to better fend off the fumes. he doesn't really care, whatever the case.

after a beat of silence, dabi wets his lips to respond, a lopsided smirk growing on his features.

"oh, i'm sorry your frail body hasn't adapted to a bit of vapor in the air. and with that flakey skin of yours, it's no wonder you're extra sensitive—"

shigaraki's hands come flying through the next waft to slam against the tabletop where dabi's feet lie, causing it to wobble and creak in protest. the ravenette doesn't even flinch as the harsh, raspy words are spat in his face.

"if you're not going to pay attention, then leave. actually, i'd prefer you do that either way."

and dabi would have happily disregarded his request if not for the faint ringing in his ears, rising higher and higher before receding back into his skull like the tide. a scowl morphs its way onto his once vacant expression as he puts pressure on his temple, rubbing softly where his eyebrows knit together. just for today, he'll indulge his so-called boss's whims. the piercing screech that emits from below when he pushes his chair back does nothing to help with the ever-growing headache, but it hardly matters now that he's headed out the exit. he's able to catch the last fragments of shigaraki's raving before the door closes, leaving him to stand amid the tumult of the city in all of its glory.

the alleyway is dark with looming shadows, but people are still milling about, so dabi considers himself lucky for already being dressed in his disguise. he flips his hood up, pulls the surgical mask over his nose and quickly slides on his sunglasses for good measure before slipping out into the traffic, sometimes going with the flow and then weaving past those moving too slow for his liking.

right now, his patience is a mere thread; hair thin and on the edge of snapping whenever someone bumps his shoulder. their negligence is infuriating, and he's tempted to roast them into a charred, mangled mess then and there—the consequences of blowing his cover be damned—but by some miracle, he manages to refrain from doing so. it takes about five minutes for his temper to shorten to the length of a matchstick, and he knows that one more shove will be what strikes it. dabi pauses for a moment to crane his neck, allowing the sea of people to flow around him like a stream to a rock as he searches for an alternative route. it appears as though he'll have to take his chances with the crowd until he hears the repetitive ringing of a bell and a man's voice calling for passengers to board. public transport was risky, what with him being a menace to society, but he can't possibly be the single most shady dressing person on the train, right?

he wouldn't bother answering his own question when daylight was burning, so dabi pushes himself from the swarm and leaps for the streetcar just as it begins pulling away from the stop. there's a shuddering jolt before the passengers settle in for their departure, and as his palms squeeze the metal railing in response, he notices the peeling red paint clinging to the car's exterior and finds himself staring at it for a ludicrous amount of time, not thinking about anything in particular.

the rickety trolley is semi-packed with civilians, none of whom regard his presence with anything more than a noncommittal glance. good—that makes his job ten times easier. to his chagrin, it runs over more than a few opposing train tracks or crudely paved bumps in the road, and this causes the whole cart to jostle before stilling completely, the process repeating itself over and over.

the knowledge that his trip to the outskirts of town is a short one is the only thing that calms his nerves.

when dabi finally arrives at his destination, the sun is gradually descending from its peak in the sky, and the clouds are more like wispy tufts than the luscious, cotton candy lumps they were just hours earlier. overhead, the baby blue hues turn to shades of opal; a forewarning of rain. the feelings of irritation and malice from earlier are still bound to him like chains that threaten to snap him in half when drawn too tight. the crippling weight causes his feet to drag along the gravel path at a sluggish pace, his own hot breaths fanning against his face from behind the mask. if anyone actually lived out here and they were to see him, their first impression would be that a living corpse had just waltzed onto their property. it was just his luck, then, that you were the only person out here, and by extent, the only one not deterred by his appearance.

even so, dabi's mind kicks into gear. was this a good idea? he doesn't even know why he came here—he just needed a place to blow off steam and his body had already made the choice on its own. this isn't any different from all the other times, though, and he can't ignore the fact when it sits in the pit of his stomach like an anchor. you're always the first person he goes to at times like these (dabi subconsciously rules out the man working at the local 7/11 who sells his liquor cheap, though he's still appreciative of the bottle to numb his thoughts). that tells him more than he wants to know.

your house is quaint, like those old country cottages he sometimes sees pictures of, and squats on a large, grassy mound of earth surrounded by heaps of rocks and sand from the neighboring beach. it merges with a towering lighthouse, and dabi notes that there must not be any sailors due to make port yet, otherwise the light would be on. the second thing he takes in are the flowerbeds sitting under your two front windows, and how they look withered and close to death.

"i wanted to add some color, but i can't keep plants alive for shit." you had said, huffing in amusement to yourself as you tended to the weeping alliums. "succulents are the only exception."

a small pot of them sits on the windowsill, but they seem to have gotten to big for it; the rubbery leaves spilling over the cracked rim. he hardly registers how much of a stalker he must look like until he stands on your welcome mat, peering through the dirty glass panes to find you nowhere in sight. the lights aren't on, so he can only see the outlines of furniture when bands of light stream in to reveal them.

sitting back on the balls of his feet, dabi curses under his breath. it's not like he was expecting anything. how was he supposed to know whether or not you were home when you had no way of telling him?

"jesus, patch!" a shout startles him from his brooding, but he doesn't let it show as he looks towards to ocean. you're hauling yourself over a large rock to wave him over, wearing a familiar grin. so that's why he couldn't see you. dabi makes careful work of leaping over jagged stones and threatening to bake any nosy seagulls as he makes his way to where you sit, with your favored instrument slung over your shoulder. the ghost of a smile graces his lips when he recalls how you would have scolded him for being mean to the birds, but that was before last week.

"pesky fucking bastards—they keep shitting on my music sheets!" another seagull waddles into your vicinity, only to squawk in distress as you shoo it away with your foot. "i wonder if this is natures way of telling me to quit while i'm behind. . ."

after breaching the treacherous terrain and nearly scraping himself in the process, dabi squats on the stone beside yours, looking up at you with hooded eyes. you meet his gaze with nothing short of merriment and a shake of your head.

"if someone had seen you, you would have been arrested on the spot for being a peeping tom." you chuckle, combing a hand through your hair with a smirk. "what? you lookin' you catch me in the nude or something?"

dabi scowls, choosing to ignore the question rather than give into the bait. as if i would be satisfied by looking at anyone but you in that state. he swats the air as if it would drive the notion from his mind like a bothersome fly.

"in the middle of fuck-ass nowhere? i'd never get caught."

"aw, don't be like that. if you really wanted a peek you could've just asked." the mocking tone in your voice spurs him to smack your thigh, which earns a hearty laugh in reply.

"ooh, don't treat me so roughly, or i might begin to like it!"

dabi has had more than enough experience with your flirtatious tendencies, and he feels he should have gotten used to it by now, but his heart still clenches every damn time. the worse part? he can't say that he minds. you don't give him a chance to respond, but dabi hasn't a clue what he would have said, so he lets you continue, watching intently as you rifle through your bag to fish out a guitar pick. shifting into a crisscross position, you perch the guitar on your lap and begin tuning the strings, idly talking about how uneventful the past days have been. dabi pretends not to have heard that it was because he wasn't there to visit, and instead gives his attention to the lighthouse in hopes that you won't see the faintest of reds dusting his ears.

five minutes pass before you actually start playing, and even then, it's only a few experimental notes here and there that help you build towards the perfected melody.

it's too sweet for his taste; dabi swears that's why his stomach turns so ferociously and prompts him to lean against the boulder to his right for some sort of stability. he won't even humor the idea that it's because of the way your lips twitch into a near half-smile before melding back into a concentrated frown the moment you strike a wrong cord. an embarrassed flush captures your cheeks as you study the music sheets, briefly pressing down on them when a sudden breeze flutters the pages. the pencil that was once tucked behind your ear now sticks out from one corner of your mouth, a flash of pink and orange melding together when you go to absentmindedly gnaw on the wood.

many more minutes fly by, and you've long since abandoned the new tune just to pick up an old one. dabi's back straightens at the first set of strings you pluck, and he recognizes them as the same ones that have been playing on repeat in his head since the day you met.

dabi's heart hammers in tune with every footfall that slaps against the pavement, tearing through the small pools of water that grow with every second. it hasn't stopped raining since the chase began, and there isn't an inch of him that hasn't been soaked through. still, something good must come from this little dilemma—the burning sensation that clings to his arms has almost settled down. the silhouettes of trees merge with inky blackness when he blinks, and he reaches with trembling hands to wipe the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes.

a yellow square of what assumes to be light shines in the distance, contrasting wildly adverse to the darkness that sweeps him up from under his feet and pushes him forward. the sound of police sirens has been reduced to a mere memory in the time that was running, but he isn't about to risk going back to the league's base in fear of a stakeout waiting to get the jump on them. besides, why stop there when the possibility of shelter awaits him?

the bottoms of dabi's shoes are slick with mud, and blades of grass have snuck their way under the cuffs of his jeans to scratch at his skin. the sensations paired with the numbing cold are beyond uncomfortable, but he won't have to worry about that once he gets inside—that being if the person inside doesn't put up a fight.

he'd expect them to be mad if they did anything except that, no matter how welcoming the house looked. dabi's instincts tell him that someone out this far from the city doesn't a have a lot of connections, and thus killing them wouldn't cause an uprising if it were needed, but the minute he grips the doorknob, a thought occurs. if they have a quirk, its power could level my own or even surpass it. . . he grits his teeth. but like hell i'm going to let them win.

the hesitation vanishes in an instant as dabi turns the knob and thrusts himself inside, wielding a blue flame in his dominant hand to further illuminate the room. the wind is so fierce that it pulls the door shut for him, and the villain finds himself staring down the unperturbed figure of another man, perhaps around his age, hunched over a stove and glaring at a steaming kettle. they lock gazes, and almost immediately, the kettle gives a high pitched whistle. you look away first, lifting the pot and turning the burner off whilst opening the cupboard overhead to pull out two mugs, both of which adorn ugly christmas-themed patterns that dabi wishes he could forget ever seeing.

his glare hardens when you move to the table in the far corner and begin pouring what he assumes to be tea, taking one cup into your own grasp and leaving the other at his own disposal. your one mistake is grabbing your phone from the counter, but when dabi's flame enlarges, you hold your arms up in defense. then, before he can even formulate a proper threat, you toss the phone to him. he catches it easily and observes the dark screen, masking his astonishment with a more sinister expression.

the only other move you make is to drape yourself across a cushion on the window seat with an acoustic guitar in hand. you look more relaxed by the second despite being cornered by a dangerous criminal, and dabi has to refrain from voicing his shock when you address him with an almost bored tone.

"if the tea isn't to your taste, there's more in the cabinet. shower is down the hall to your left, and there's a spare bedroom upstairs to the right. do whatever the hell you want, just don't burn the place down or touch my freddie mercury records."

dabi is stuck to the spot for one of three reasons, he determines. one, your attitude has surprised him into a stupor that not even hiw own will can break. two, his refusal to believe that you're handling this situation in a calm manner is really just his defense mechanism kicking in, and he won't move until proven that you won't do anything when his back is turned. and three, you're quirk is similar to that of madusa's and you've successfully turned him into a fleshy mannequin.

"if you're worried about me calling the cops, what you're holding is the only working phone here. the power is out due to the storm, so my landline is dead, and the nearest form of help is a crippled old widow five miles west. i'm not going to risk running when i'm up against someone with a quirk."

dabi considers everything said, but never once allows his fire to dim. he took the surrounding area into account while making his escape, and he can see the landline is in fact out of service, so the male's assurances checked out. hell, the light source that guided him here was nothing but an old-timey oil lamp. the fact that you're quirkless does him a great amount of good as well.

with cautious steps, dabi makes a beeline for the bathroom, but he stops halfway to stare at you again. you respond by quirking a brow and kicking your feet up, something akin to mischief in your guise.

"i can take the shower with you since you're so afraid i'll make a break for it." you drawl, and dabi snarls, a fowl cuss bubbling in his throat as heat crawls its way up his neck.

"why, with a blush like that you might not need any drying off~."

dabi decides that he's had enough and storms down the hall, already peeling off his dripping clothes and and silently promising that he'll burn the guy to a crisp if he so much as tries to catch a peek. he can hear you calling out in hilarity even as he slinks into the shower and attempts to drown you out with the static-filled haze that captures his senses.

"the name's, y/n, by the way!"

try as he might, dabi had never been able to keep from coming back. now the reason why has been revealed to him on a silver platter, and he won't even spare it a glance.

your soft singing snaps him from his reminiscing as he stretches his legs, stifling a groan when something pops as not to disturb you. while digging through his pockets for a cigarette, he stops momentarily for fear of forgetting how to breathe when he lays his sights on you. you're in your own little world; everything else—him included— seems to have disappeared as you play from the heart. you need no standing ovation, no adoring fans or fantastic lightshows. you've said it once, that fame and glory mean nothing to you, and that you have all you could ever want or need right here, nestled in the beachside view of what you call home.

"and i have you." a cool breeze ruffles your dirt stained overalls as you reach up to wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead. the sun beats down on you, never shining half as bright as your smile, and the shore kisses the boulders with waxing and waning waves of aquamarine; frothy, foamy masses washing up with it to carry lone strands of seaweed. "otherwise i'd go mad without your company."

okay, that was lie. the truth is right there, practically spitting in his face how much of an idiot he is for trying to deny it, and dabi is glaring right back at it. he feels like an impatient kid on christmas eve, sneaking glimpses of gifts under the tree and feeling like he's committed a felony after getting caught. and you do catch him.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" there it is—that stupid nickname. it's always been laced with mirth when you call him as such, but now it's replaced by genuine curiosity. and is that a hit of concern he hears? you study him with pursed lips and stony features that gradually morphs into that of concern when the silence stretches on. dabi forces himself to sneer at you, and something stirs inside his chest when you don't flinch.

he hates it. he hates you.

dabi nods to the sky, a guarded noise building in the back of his throat as he tugs on his earlobe.

"s'gonna rain." your jaw visibly clenches, but you humor his evasive habits just like you always have, looking to the clouds, which have darkened considerably in the last hour or so. it's around this time that the weather patterns become more unpredictable, but you've noticed the distinct lack of rainfall in spite of the gathering storm brewing overhead. you could sit out here for a while longer without much activity in the sky, and it would take more than a little shower to drive you inside, especially when you finally had the chance to enjoy some quality time with dabi. you notice the way his shoulders droop and the tension from his facial muscles all but disappears when he sits amidst the smell of fresh salt water and unpolluted air—the weight of his past slowly but surely ebbing away. you'd like to hope you have some part in that. oh god, do you ever hope.

you plead to whatever omnipresent being above that he's not just here to hit a blunt without getting reprimanded for it, or that he's making these daily visits out of pity.

"nah. it's been like this for a little while—looks like a storm will hit, but then it passes before it even begins." you sling the guitar back over your shoulder and gather up your music sheets, eyeing dabi from your perch. you're challenging him now, and normally you would never dare force him to speak if he didn't want to, but something about his aura is off. you can sense it in his words; the very air he breathes; and it compels you to hold him close, if only he would let you.

"so, you gonna tell me why you're avoiding the ques—" a deep rumble interrupts you, and dabi lets out a sigh of relief that you're thankfully too distracted to hear. a single drop of water hits your nose, followed by another, and another, and—

"you were saying?"

"oh shut it." you don't get to finish speaking, for a crack of lightning strikes the far end of the beach, scattering sand in every direction. you just barely manage to scoop up your belongings before sliding from the rock, but your footing betrays you and send you stumbling to the ground. dabi is there to catch you, wasting no more time in hauling you to your feet and rushing you as carefully as possible through the jagged maze. he can't refrain from smiling when you splutter a string of profanities pass poorly hidden laughter, an unmistakable "FUCK ME!" spilling into the cold evening when you accidentally stub your toe on a particularly sharp stone. it's pouring within seconds, and no sooner do you reach the doorstep do you both realize how sopping wet you are.

the last thing you think of is your chattering teeth, however, when you see dabi's spiky tufts of hair dripping with residue and his electric blue eyes gazing into yours. what you do think is that for the first time in your painfully ordinary life; your twenty three years of mediocrity and progressive isolation from the world around you; you have found the single person who understands your struggles and has chosen—for some unfathomable reason—not to abandon you. you wish you could say your parents were the same, but you also have scars from a distant childhood that brought you to this place.

this old lighthouse is your home, yes, but dabi is your sanctuary. he might as well be a god by how often you worship him from afar, wondering if ever you'd be so lucky; so eternally blessed; as to call him yours.

you don't register that he's opened the door to let you both inside until a cozy warmth envelopes you. no, wait, that's dabi's fire. it should terrify you that the same man who threatened you with those flames is now at arms length, but you trust him not to hurt you in any way, and so you lean into the gentle licking of heat on your skin, humming in content as your shivering comes to a halt.

dabi's fear of burning you diminishes when you flash him a grateful smile, a whisper of thanks echoing across the walls and pummeling his heart without resistance. he averts his eyes with a curt nod, a feeling like molasses weighing down his tongue and drowning the words he wants to say.

"you're welcome." is all he can muster.

half an hour later, your guitar is drying by the hearth and the two of you are huddled on the window seat, nursing cups of coffee and watching the storm in a comfortable silence. you haven't blinked in a while, meaning you've wandered off the tracks of consciousness as suspected, and pretty soon, you start singing quietly to yourself; the deep crooning used as background noise to your aimless meditation. dabi nudges your calf with his foot and is rewarded with a brief quirk of your lips and a nudge back. he doesn't have the patience nor the brain power to decipher how long this goes on for, but it doesn't matter.

this is fine. the image of red hair and a tall, intimidating figure invades his train of thought, and dabi curls inwards on himself. this is fine.

but it's not.

trembling, he places his mug on the table before retracting back into his seat, clasping his hands together. he tries visualizing the ties of his life coming together to form a rope. the fingers on his left—memories from his past—linking together with those from his right—memories made with you. his palms connect, bringing instant relief with the knowledge that he's here now, practically nestled between your legs, out of harms way. you're both fine.

dabi takes the swelling anxiety and pretends to crush it within his fist; clenching and unclenching it until his peace of mind returns.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" you ask again, still in somewhat of a trance. this time, dabi answers.

"why do you call me that?"

you're caught of guard, half expecting him to ask why you haven't turned him in to the authorities. you've seen him without his disguise, you know his name, and for the past eight months you've been socializing with him like normal human beings do. that's more than both of you could have said in the past. of all the burning questions, he chose that one? "i've heard 'patchwork' and 'staples' and just about everything in between. why shorten it to patch?"

you gape at him, opening your mouth, then closing it, and so on. the pitter patter of rain against the window has ascended into relentless pelting. it sounds like gunfire to dabi; assaulting his ears in floods; but to you, it's nothing more than a waterfall hindering your view of the ocean. the deep breath you take seems to put more suspense in the atmosphere than needed, and it makes dabi's heartrate quicken for an entirely different reason, yet he makes no sign of stopping you.

"because my first thought whenever i see you is how much you remind me of a doll." oh. what?

you can tell by dabi's reaction that that wasn't what he was expecting, so you gesture for him to wait. he isn't sure he likes the forlorn expression you're wearing.

"typically, when kids first get a doll, they treat it like glass and make sure to tend to it with love. other times, doll owners are reckless and tear them apart just to stitch them back together like nothing happened. you use that camouflaged to blend in with the public, and i'm lucky enough to see what's under it. . .but sometimes i wish you'd keep the mask on so i don't have to see you upset."

upset? a fizzing sound erupts from his palms that he struggles to put out. he's not upset.

"don't try to hide it. you're always scowling when you think i'm not looking, or when you forget i'm even here, and i know it's because someone broke you without the intent of fixing you up."

once more, red clouds dabi's vision, and he moves to stand up.

"you had to clean up after their mistakes because no one else would, but instead of reusing the bits and pieces of your old self, you burned them. you destroyed any and all evidence of who you used to be and now you're patching yourself together with parts that aren't your own, because you don't want to hold onto what happened. though, something tells me you still haven't let go, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."

"you don't know that!" he snaps, but he knows it's not true.

your hand closes around his wrist, and dabi recoils with such strength that it yanks you from your seat. dabi doesn't want you to let go, no matter how much he thrashes in place, because the sensation of your skin on his grounds him. somehow you know this, and you give a comforting squeeze to his pulse.

"but that's not all i see. because dolls are beautiful, and it's the ones who still love them after they're broken that they need the most. no one's told you they think you're beautiful, have they?"

dabi shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze even when you cup his cheek with your free hand tilt it towards you. every touch is filled with hesitancy; feather light and more intimate than anything dabi has ever witnessed, let alone experienced personally. with the way you hold him like he's water in your hands, your eyes overflowing with a love he hasn't known in forever, dabi knows he won't find another feeling like it. you're not the embodiment of good—at least not by society's strict standards—but at least you can sit there and say you've committed a crime. you've never bloodied your hands by hurting others, much less gotten a thrill from doing so, and that's why he pulls away. he has to, because dabi is a harbinger of war, and if he holds you any closer it will only be to kill you.

he says something; a snarl mixed with a broken plea that he prays will make you stop; and you do. his silent victory doesn't last for long, though, because then you're using both hands to cradle his face and fuck, the pads of your thumbs grazing his scars feel like heaven. "won't you let me be the first?" how could he say no? how, when the taste of honey and whiskey is so addictive that he's already drooling into the kiss and willing to beg for more; when your mouth slots perfectly with his and dabi begins to wonder if he's stumbled right into the scene of a cliché wattpad story. the idea causes him to huff out a growl, and although neither of you can talk, he can imagine how strongly you must want to poke fun at him for the action. he can feel you smirking—the smug little bastard you are—and dabi ponders how long it will take to reduce that attitude of yours until you're submitting to him.

not yet. he chastises himself, completely unaware that you're currently thinking the same thing. dabi kneads the flesh of your hips through your jeans while you comb your fingers through his hair, gasping sharply between bruising, wet kisses and keening when he leans down to nurse your lips with soft pecks afterword. you're still trying to process the fact that you've coerced this devious criminal into making out with you in the pale glow of your seaside residence, but for the moment, you need not concern yourself with the details. you've forgotten all about dabi's ego and how this whole situation is no doubt feeding its flames. his grip on your waist is making you too delirious to care.

"fuck." dabi's breath is staggering when you finally pull back, an aura of clarity and desire hanging between the two of you.

"y-yeah. . .that was. . ." you can't produce a word, or even a paragraph to describe it. you know you're going to hit yourself later for admitting such a banal phrase in the midst of what could be classified as your very first kiss, but that is neither here nor there, and you would rather suffer an agonizing death than let dabi find out that he stole your first. you're too preoccupied envisioning all the other firsts to come, so you don't notice the way he stares at you like some precious jewel, but his fingertips brushing your bottom lip succeed in snapping you out of it.

"hm?"

dabi goes quiet, contemplating what to say as the thunder moves abroad and the rain comes to an end, leaving the house in a numbing state of tranquility.

"why not call me doll, then? it'd be easier."

you chuckle in response, playing with the hairs at the base of dabi's neck and making sure not to miss the way he melts into the affection. "i thought that'd be moving too fast." and dabi; still drugged from your kiss and what he can only hope is love; rasps out a genuine laugh, cupping your jaw with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.

"you offered to take a shower with me the night we met, and you think a nickname is moving too fast?"

you stick your tongue out at him, and dabi resists the urge to grab it, even if it's just a bluff.

"would you have let me call you that anyways?" you ask, something hopeful ridden in your tone. dabi feigns consideration as he looks to the ceiling, snickering when you smack his chest. eventually, he murmurs what you audibly hear as "brat" before resting his forehead on yours, an impish glint in his gaze.

"no."

you turn your chin up at him, giggling when he nips at the skin. dabi knows just as well that your attempts at escaping him are halfhearted, so he encircles his arms around your waist tighter, delighting in the flush that paints your cheeks.

"then i think i'll settle for my love, or darling, if that's alright with you."

dabi can't fend off the blush for his life, but he's not afraid if you acknowledge it. he can get you back easily, and he plans to. "fine by me, doll."

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aenngelic · 4 years ago

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I will protect her at all costs (chapter 2)

Disclaimer: please don’t hate me for it, if you don’t ship them please just don’t read it ok 🥲

contains: slow burn, Sniper falling in love with Kuon, Snipers view/thoughts, sexual fantasies, nudity, lemon stuff overall

It is a very long chapter I’m sorry

Note: please feel free to message me if you have certain romantic moments to include in the story! (Already running out of ideas oops)

It did not take long for us to find a bag of supplies. It was on a coffee table in some sort of lobby area. It seemed as if this building probably was meant to represent some kind of hotel, which I thought was a good thing, because that meant that there would be beds and showers to be found here as well. To our surprise, the bag contained mostly candy, which I wouldn't interpret as a balanced meal. However, the girl seemed to like this finding. It was only a matter of minutes before the chocolate residue stained the corners of my companion's mouth in a brown color. However, I preferred to smoke a cigarette at first and watch the girl devour her own body weight in the form of chocolate.

" This is fantastic! It feels like forever since I last ate chocolate! I faintly remember dieting before I entered this world too, so this must have been probably weeks since I held chocolate in my hand." Kuon said with delight. It was amusing to watch her enjoy sweets. Kuon's carelessness may be a burden at times, but her innocent character makes up for it.

" you partly remember your life prior to this, don't you?"

" Yes, not much to be honest. I'm sorry you can't," Kuon replied in a concerned voice.

"Tell me about it."

She gave me a visibly puzzled look before straightening her back so that she was sitting as straight as a candle on the sofa across from me, staring at her hands somewhat lost in thought. She seemed uncomfortable that I had now brought up this topic. Unfortunately, I could not take back my question. "Well," she began, "to be honest,the life I remember has not been the greatest, I guess." Kuon abruptly shook her head. " That's not true either. I was born into a rich family and had many privileges. My father owned a large company and had very high expectations of me from the very beginning. One day I was supposed to take it over. I was probably pretty lucky compared to other people. I was probably a big disappointment for him. My character was just not strong enough in his eyes. I also remember not really having any friends either, because I was privately educated. And anyway..." I could literally hear the lump in Kuon's throat as a tear began to stream down the girl's cheek.

" i'm sorry. You know, I didn't really mean to end up crying."

I felt my heart break once again, watching the girl grieve. I was surprised now, though, to find out that this yet seemingly uncomplicated high school student was actually carrying a lot of emotional baggage. I did not hesitate as I jumped up from my seat to calm the blue-haired girl. I really hated it like the plague when she cried. Trying to preserve my Coolness, however, I grumbled, "oh girl. What's wrong?"

I placed myself to her left, and pressed her against my shoulder while running my hand over her hair a few times. There was no way I could bring myself to face her, though. It would be too embarrassing and, after all, I was far from being the Prince Charming who would dry her tears with a silken tissue. Besides, I could not withstand the sight of her teary eyes. So there I sat, a weeping teenage girl wetting my blazer with salty drops of grief on my right, awkwardly staring off into the distance.

"It's, it's..." she stammered, not being able to form a word. "You're the first person I've been able to trust, and because of that, I'm kind of..."

She took a deep breath, "It makes me so unbelievably happy."

Almost for the second time that day, a cigarette nearly got stuck in my throat, but this time I was able to suppress my urge to cough. The girl seemed to really like me. But did I like her too? I would be lying if I said I did not care about her. And if she got killed, I could never forgive myself. It was astonishing how one could form such a strong bond with another person in such a short period of time. However, pouring out my entire feelings in front of her would not come close to the cool lifestyle I was pursuing.

" i'm also happy to have met you, Kuon.", i finally decided to answer after a moment of figuring out how to respond.

Kuon's face, which was still streaked with tears, started to smile again, which made me feel much relieved. However, it took her a while to completely stop her wailing . We remained in this position for a while, until at some point I realized that the girl had fallen asleep. Her head had lowered in the meantime even further toward the ground, so that after some time she was no longer leaning against my shoulder but much rather against my belly. When I noticed this after some time and looked down to the girl, a cute sight presented itself to me. Admittedly, on the one hand it felt nice to act as this girl's pillow. On the other hand, it triggered an immeasurable amount of embarrassment in me. But cool guys do like to take care of girls' comfort, don't they?

Therefore, I decided I'd rather not wake her up and hardly moved at all. I looked out the window to my right, watching the sunset and reflected on certain issues. I was thinking about Rika as well as the two girls we were trying to find and, of course, about Kuon and so many other things until my eyes started to close.

When I regained consciousness, the night must have settled in. Before I could even perceive my surroundings properly, I swiveled my head once to the left and once to the right and let my gaze wander through the room. Because the moon was particularly bright this night, everything around me had taken on a deep blue tone. It was so quiet around me that I could have heard a pin drop. In the next second I realized that I should not have fallen asleep in the first place. Somebody would have had to keep watch, after all! Crap! If an enemy would have come along the way, it certainly would not have been good for me and Kuon. I looked down to my thigh where the blue-haired girl was supposed to lie. I felt her place her head on my thigh at some point during the night, but when I looked down at my thigh, I could not find any girl. Where the hell was Kuon? A rational thinking person, as I was one, could of course assume that my companion did not necessarily have to be in danger, but could also have simply visited the toilet, for example. Nonetheless, my alarm bells started ringing immediately. Kuon was, after all, a young girl who, apart from the "rail gun", did not posses many possibilities for self-defense. So of course I was worried.

Without thinking much, I hopped up from the sofa, on which I had been napping a few moments before. In quick stride I wandered through the poorly lit hallway without really having a clue where I was heading. My head was foggy from the idea that the girl might be in serious danger. A few days ago, I probably would have accepted the fact that she was suddenly nowhere to be found and continued my journey. And now my stomach was already twisting at the thought of her getting in trouble.

Nevertheless, a short moment later, my heart pounding madly from the ever-repeating scenario in my head, I heard a noise at the end of the corridor. A soft, high-pitched humming was heard, drowned out by the pattering of many drops. Light emerged from the crack of a door on the left. Was she taking a shower? The feeling of relief spread through my chest, followed by some degree of annoyance. Why did the girl not wake me up? I took a few steps towards the door, but before I was about to reach for the door handle, I remembered that I should not do so. A gentleman never violates a lady's privacy. So I decided to wait.

I leaned against the local wall, one leg bent. Then I let my thoughts wander, while the pattering of the raindrops in the bathroom right next to me showed no indication of stopping anytime soon. A lady of high society must spend quite a bit of her life showering, I thought to myself. And before I knew it, the image of Kuon suddenly popped up in my head. In my imagination I pictured her body, wondering what it looked like completely naked. A bar of soap running over her plump breasts, leaving traces of foam on her soft, wet skin. A body swinging under the hot rainfall like a leaf in the wind, presenting its vivid buttocks. I wonder if she was shaved? Hardly had I been able to finish this dirty thought of mine and get mad at my filthy thinking when my ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the distance. And they were coming ominously closer.

Damn, I thought to myself and was about to reach for my rifle, only to realize that I forgot it next to the sofa where I had been sleeping. I had been so upset about her disappearance that I could seriously forget the most crucial item for our survival.What was I going to do? For a brief moment I was at a loss. Escape proved almost impossible at this point, since I was at a dead end and I could not force the approaching enemy down with any surrounding objects. Besides, if I escaped, it would only be a matter of time before the enemy would track down my helpless companion. In the next moment, almost instinctively, I reached for the door handle that led to the bathroom that Kuon had still claimed. Perhaps there were objects in the room that were suitable for fighting, or perhaps we could be lucky and not be found, I speculated in the heat of the moment. So I tore open the door and rushed into the bathroom, greeted by a hot haze that took over the entire area.

"Kuon!" I called out in a hushed tone.

Without hesitation, I pushed my way through the door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom as if I was walking through nothing. Until that moment, I had hardly given a thought to the circumstances of this situation. But at the latest, when finally the naked body of a schoolgirl jumped into my field of vision, I quickly realized this again. I was just about to violate Kuon's privacy. An obviously shocked girl looked towards me, that from 1 second to the other tried to cover herself desperately.

"Mr.Ma-", she was about to say, but I interrupted her raised voice by pressing my hand to her lips as quickly as possible.

While I was still in the act of stepping into the shower, I flicked the light switch in the same movement so that no sign of our presence could escape from the room. Maybe they would not find us here, I hoped at this point.

"There's someone out there," I whispered to the naked girl in front of me.

" if we are quiet, maybe we won't be found. If we are, then..."

Kuon replied to me with an unintelligible "Mmm" , which resembled the sound of a frightened gasp. My body had pressed so close to hers by now that I could feel the wetness of her skin soaking through my shirt. I had directed my face facing away from her so that I could sharpen my hearing for the footsteps I could hear. Furthermore , I did not want to add unnecessary tension to the whole situation. It was uncool enough to interfere with a naked girl taking a shower even if it was an emergency. My hand was still resting on her lips and even though I was wearing gloves and looking away, I could clearly feel the warmth building up in Kuon's cheeks. She was obviously blushing in this moment. But having her pressed against the bathroom wall while forcing my hand tightly onto her lips and not even keeping a distance of not 2 inches, I could not blame her.

For quite a while, we did not move at all. We listened closely to the footsteps, which came a little closer and finally slowly moved away from us again. Temporarily it was even so quiet in this bathroom that we could hear each other breathing. Kuon's breathing was fast and almost verged on hyperventilation in this situation. Because there was hardly any distance between our bodies, I could literally feel her chest rising and falling in short intervals. With each rise, her breasts brushed my upper body a slight bit. I tried, as always, to keep my composure and block out the fact that Kuon was completely naked. Only when several minutes had passed did my posture loosen and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we should be safe for now," I stated and let go of the girl.

I flipped the light switch and had to swallow.

Kuon had been naked before too, but it was only now that the danger was gone that I could really comprehend this fact. She had tried to cover her breasts with her hands and had simultaneously crossed her legs, looking down with a shameful expression on her face. However, the concealment attempt seemed to be unsuccessful for her. Although I only caught a glimpse of her appearance before I turned away from her as quickly as possible, I saw her entire beauty for a moment.Her breasts were in relation to her otherwise so petite body, large and plump. She had a narrow waist and perfectly shaped legs, in combination with her smooth, fair skin. And so she shaved, I could still tell. What remained most imprinted on my mind, however, was the look on her face.I of course preferred to see her friendly smile a thousand times more than this face that expressed pure shame. But I could not help but adore the sight of her big sparkling dog eyes looking at the ground helplessly.

My breath stopped for a moment, but then I quickly cleared my throat, my gaze already averted from her, scanning the room for a towel. I tried to hide the fact that I actually wanted to slap myself for the thoughts I was having. Luckily, my embarrassment was not visible through the mask. I had to change the subject immediately before the situation became even more awkward:

"Sorry, Kuon." , I mumbled. I was surprised myself by my harsh tone. It took me a while to recollect the words.

"You should let me know next time you decide to go somewhere else."

"Oh yeah right. I didn't mean to cause any trouble.", Countered the girl who also seemed to be a bit embarrassed. So it wasn't just me who was feeling uncomfortable about this situation. Without giving my companion another look, I threw a towel right over my head at her. I had a precise aim.

" I'm going to get my rifle. I forgot it in all the hurry near the sofa."

Just as I was about to open the door to step out, the girl interrupted my process by grabbing my arm with unusual intensity.

" can you come back here afterwards? Please?"

"That's what I was planning on doing anyway. I'll be waiting right outside the door," I replied, a bit puzzled by this question.

" but I have -." she interrupted herself, shaking her head slightly before continuing.

Then her facial expression regained its former composure, whereupon she gave me her typical, beaming smile. I could tell, however, that she did not mean it honestly. How I could tell that, I had no idea myself though. But did she want me to stay here with her?

" no you're right. I'll hurry up and be done in a few minutes," she said. While she was talking, she wrapped the towel around her body in a quick movement, fastening it in front with the help of a knot.

I had meanwhile turned my gaze back to her. Although Kuon was now dressed, it was difficult for me not to inspect her from top to bottom. Her entire body was still drenched in a hint of wetness, so that her skin was reflectingthe bright bathroom light. It was also slightly red from the hot shower water. I wondered if the red tint to her cheeks was also caused by that, or if I was responsible for it.I could not help but notice the way the towel just managed to hide all the places it was supposed to cover and yet was far too tight. If she bent over, a special view would present itself to me. Immediately I dashed this disgusting thought from my head. If I continued to reduce myself only to her appearance this could end in negligence on my part and I would not be able to protect her properly.After all, that was the most important thing. I also discarded this thought. Had this strange girl really become so important to me? Nevertheless, there was no place for interpersonal relationships in this world.Before I could get any further into this train of thought, I turned away again and finally walked out of the room. I was in need of a cigarette.

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wxldchxld · 3 years ago

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are they an affectionate person? how do they feel about pda? are they good at explaining things to others?how do they handle being upset/angry? do they yell, cry, go silent, etc? what does their future look like when they picture it? who’s there with them?have they ever been to court? what was the outcome?what would they do for a klondike bar?

are they an affectionate person?

Beck is incredibly affectionate. She spent much of her childhood craving affection and having it denied to her, and she never wants to make anyone she loves feel like that. Thankfully when it comes to attachment and affection and things like that, the first years of your life are extremely important, and during that time Beck was surrounded by family that adored her and showed it in a healthy/open way. Her father, her amma Alma, her afi Percy, and her big brother Fenris were all very loving and supportive, which in turn showed Beck how to express love and affection. If not for those first five years of her life, Beck would probably still desire affection without knowing how to give it. Fortunately that isn't the case.

how do they feel about pda?

She's fine with it. Beck's basically impossible to embarrass and doesn't really believe in like purity or whatever the Christians get their underwear twisted over. She's down with most forms of pda and she's usually quick to initiate it.

are they good at explaining things to others?

Ummm I guess that depends. Beck has extra-sensory abilities (feeling the presence of other lifeforms, hearing and understanding beings others perceive as silent/stupid like plants or animals) and if she's in other forms she usually has enhanced senses as well. A bear's sense of smell is better than a bloodhound's, and a fox can hear a watch tick from 40 yards away. Not to mention magic changes her perception of the world both physically and culturally. She wasn't raised in the same society as other humans, and for much of her life she's lived completely isolated in the wilderness.

The problem is that Beck has no idea what a normal human experience is. So there is a disconnect there, and she has a lot of knowledge she just assumes that other people know.

Where it gets sticky is Beck trying to explain something and people think she's a nut case because she's just assuming you know the same shit she does. Beck isn't really bad at explaining things, but she needs to know where to start explaining, and if that's really far back it gets tricky because she's prone to rabbit trailing and losing her place. Most of the time she just gets frustrated and says fuck it. She'd just prefer not to be understood than people look at her like she has four heads.

how do they handle being upset/angry?

Beck denies she has any negative emotions at all and pretends she's happy until she completely explodes. This was the only way for her to survive as a child, because expressing her negative emotions was always a punishable offense. Unfortunately she never unpacked it as an adult.

When she's at the end of her rope, Beck's first step is to isolate. Run away for a while. Maybe an hour, maybe a week, maybe forever depending on what is happening. If she's angry she usually talks it over with her familiars, and if she's sad she tends to cry.

I'd like to point out Beck never yells. Even if I'm typing in all caps and bold, Beck is not yelling unless I specifically say she is. Because it's very, very, very rare for Beck to raise her voice and when she does it means something is deeply and terribly wrong.

what does their future look like when they picture it?

I guess this depends on the verse. The only thing Beck consistently knows is one day she will go feral, and that is a sort of death for her. True she doesn't literally die, but her spirit merges with the nature spirit she came from, and "Beck" becomes a very very very very miniscule part of that spirit, much too spread out to be able to form thoughts or truly be signaled out as a unique person.

Beck isn't afraid of this. She's known it her whole life. She already is a part of the nature spirit, and doesn't dread returning to it in full. A part of her secretly wishes she could be like the Otso or the Näkki, other parts of the nature spirit who became so integrally connected with the earth, so well known by others, so powerful, that they sort of retained their personhood. Whether or not that is in the cards for her, she can't know. She can only hope.

have they ever been to court?

Depends on the verse. In our verse, yes. And she specifically pled guilty to crimes she did not do in order to protect someone else. In most verses no. Beck's a very good thief and getting caught is a rarity for her. If she does, she can usually lose whoever is after her anyway so the chances of her going to court when it isn't something she planned are very low.

what would they do for a klondike bar?

She doesn't know what that is. If she did she probably wouldn't trust it. lmao

#hc #friendly reminder that beck's family #comes from sweden on her maternal side #and both finland and iceland on her paternal side #beck's paternal grandmother was icelandic #and her paternal grandfather was finnish

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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91 Lucifer prompts

Some of my favorite quotes from my favorite devil. (Cut at 15 cause it’s long.)

Lucifer Morningstar

1 “People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning until something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.”

2 “People don’t have power over us. We give it to them.”

3 “The best thing to do is always to follow your greatest desire.”

4 “Sometimes we are what we are, and we should embrace that.”

5 “Desire shouldn’t be contained, it’s unnatural.”

6 “Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?”

7 “Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

8 “Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.”

9 “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. And neither should I.”

10 “I refuse to be a scapegoat for which something I bear no responsibility. It’s a theme in my life.”

11 “Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know evil.”

12 “If you desire something, just take it.”

13 “Trust me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s desire.”

14 “What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.”

15 “Hell truly hath no fury like a man/woman scorned.”

16 “No one gives us the right… we take it.”

17 “Mmm, dangerous. NAME likes.”

18 “There was immediate danger. He/she was about to leave this man/woman completely unsatisfied.”

19 “When in doubt, go with the classics. That’s what I always say.”

20 “Guilt is such a useless emotion”

21 “Take a swing and I’ll shove that so far up your ass, you’ll have splinters in your stool.”

22 “What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.”

23 “Now tell me, what is it that you truly desire?”

24 “Well, maybe it’s like butt stuff. Easier the second time around.”

25 “It’s always the ones you least suspect, the ones you trust the most, that hurt you. They wait until your guard is down and then wham! In my case, it was tequila.”

Chloe Decker

26 “It’s better to move forward than stay stuck in the past.”

27 “We can’t control what happens to us only how it affects us and the choices we make.”

28 “You have to stop taking responsibility for things that you can’t control.”

29 “Sometimes we get along best with the people we’re most different from.”

30 “Pull yourself together. You look like a homeless magician!”

31 “It’s really not a good day for… your… NAMEness”

32 “You don’t save a marriage by sleeping with other people.”

33 “If you go looking for loopholes, you’ll always find them.”

34 “NAME’s not another guy/gal. He’s/She’s a weirdo.”

35 “As any parent knows, the best time to get things done is when everyone else is asleep.”

36 “I wasn't afraid of you.”

37 “I don't want you to see me like this. I know it scares you.” “No, that's... that's what I was trying to tell you. I'm not... I'm not afraid of you anymore.” “You're not?” “You see, this is what I'm talking about. It's so sweet. I'm going to puke.”

38 “I miss him/her. I mean, he/she pisses me off all the time. And there are so many things about him/her that ... that I find hard to accept, but I just have to believe I can find a way. Because ... I'd rather have him/her in my life than not.” “Well, then... I think you know what you need to do.”

39 “You're different than me. You're stronger. You could have run, but you didn't. Why didn't you?”

40 “It's not like you haven't always told me the truth. You know? So ... I think, deep down, I just ... I always knew.”

41 “Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.” “Ooh, I love role-play.”

42 “What, you're just gonna leave me here? In this part of town?” “You said you wanted danger.”

43 “Please tell me I'm hallucinating.” “Well, I am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.”

44 “You step out of line one time …” “You can give me a right-good spanking, I promise.”

45 “This cannot be true. Can it? I mean ... if you knew this, why wouldn't you say something? I mean, I almost married him/her. I mean, I almost married him/her.” “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.”

46 “Oh, my God. Did the world just turn upside down? Did you just admit to being wrong?”

47 “You know, it can be scary sometimes, but ... being who you really are is never a bad idea.”

48 “I need you to stay here and watch your dad/mom.” “That's true. Without the two of us, he’s/she's defenseless.” “I don't know if I like what you're whispering about.”

49 “How long have I been out?” “Three years.” “What?!” [NAME starts laughing] “You’re such an ass.”

50 “I couldn't sleep last night, so I stayed up all night working, and, you know, I drank a lot of caffeine. Like, a lot.”

Mazikeen Smith

51 “If you go by someone else’s pace, it shows how much you really care.”

52 “Sometimes you have to accept when someone doesn’t feel the same way about you.”

53 “Self-worth comes from within, bitches.”

54 “I would never ask you to change. I like who you are.”

55 “Hey! No one calls my skank a skank.”

56 “Good. It's settled. Now, where do I put my knives.”

57 “Okay. One, I like to fight when I'm happy or ... horny. And, two, I really don't want to accidentally kill my best friend.”

58 “Maybe next time, I won't be around to save your ass.” “Mm! Well, that is a shame. 'Cause you and my backside used to get on very well. My front side, as well, actually.”

59 “And your name?” “NAME.” “How do you spell that?” “Surprise me.” [Later gets coffee with "WRONG NAME" on it]

60 “Everything that happened showed me exactly why I need to go back.” “I don't understand.”

Linda Martin

61 “Emotions are hard, but that’s why they make you strong.”

62 “Goodness isn’t a toy.”

63 “Sometimes we need to lose something to understand its value.”

64 “Sometimes it’s easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself.”

65 “I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.”

66 “Look... I know I'm not dad/mom, or partner or whatever. But I ...” “No. No, you're not. Come here. You are Uncle/Auntie NAME. And you will always ... be a member of this family.”

67 “Let's talk about what you're dealing with emotionally.” “Yeah, I really don't want to.”

68 “Why is he:she able to refuse my charms? I mean, is this thing on?” [points at him/herself] “Yes, yes. Definitely on.”

69 “How's that saying go? We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.”

70 “Should've seen that one coming.”

Amenadiel

71 “We need the most love when we’re being most unlovable.”

72 “No matter how bad things get, the true test is how we choose to respond to the pain. We suffer, or inflict.”

73 “Cosmos are yummy.”

74 “If you really want to know if you’re a worthy romantic partner, ask yourself.”

75 “NAME. What are you doing here? Did you hurt NAME?” “Only when he/she asked me nicely.”

Ella Lopez

76 “Whenever I’m procrastinating on something, I make an appointment for myself to do it. That way, can’t back out.”

77 “You see what I'm dealing with?”

78 “Hey. No one insults my family, except for me.”

79 [high on "candy"] “I know I should be freaking out right now, but your hair is so shiny.”

80 I'm usually not into reality shows either. I prefer more, you know, scripted-content, documentaries, but... I've got a little extra time these days, so... sort of kind of watched, uh, 27 seasons in two weeks.

Dan Espinoza

81 “We all need someone to have our backs every now and then.”

82 “Ooh, lemon bars. My favorite. Mmm. Oh, man, these are amazing. Who made 'em?” “Uh, NAME did. Would you believe that hunk bakes?” [spits out the bars] “On second thought, who needs the empty calories?”

83 “Say you fall in love with a man/woman who has a cat. What are you gonna do? You accept the cat.”

84 “Are you sleeping with this idiot?” “He/She hasn't had the pleasure, unfortunately, no.”

85 “Dude, I cannot deal with your weirdness right now.”

Trixie Espinoza

86 “We’re wearing the same shirt!” [both] “Sushi shirt!” [from around the corner] “I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I hate it!”

87 “I ate it.” “Mm-hmm.” “But NAME said it was okay.” “Oh, really?” “He/She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.”

88 “Are you looking at a no-no site?” “No. Why would you think that?” “Because you put it away so fast, and you look really, really guilty.”

89 “NAME, sever their Achilles first. If they can't walk ...” “They can't betray you.”

90 “You need to get a thicker skin. Stand up for yourself, because the truth is, nobody’s gonna do it for you.” — Charlotte Richards

91 “Anybody worth dating should understand everything that makes you … you.” — Ev

#lucifer quotes #lucifer prompts #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #mazikeen smith #trixie espinoza #dan espinoza #linda martin #ella lopez #amenadial #writing prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts

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obserfdom · 5 years ago

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Cornelia Street about Karlie Kloss or Joe Alwyn?

Frankly speaking, I don't feel comfortable to put such title knowing Taylor once said her song lyrics are not like a 'paternity test'.

I agree completely to that, cause I pour my heart out when writing poetry - it contains grand idea yet it also bring so much complexity that none could actually able to translate the literal meaning out of it. For me, what's more important is about how the reader could grasp the emotion behind the words string - and as for musician/song writer like Taylor Swift, she may wish that her song could move people sonically.

Nonetheless, Taylor also remarked that only through her lyrics we could understand her. And yeah, we all want to get to know the deeper truth about this brilliant lady, right? Who wouldn't?

So let's talk about Cornelia Street for now.

I know a lot of Kaylors love this song because they are so sure that this one, in particular, is about Karlie Kloss.

I guess we better re-visit the song to find out...

***

Aside from Taylor, as per her own testimony, like to use metaphors in her songs, but I think that one line has a literal meaning - and yes, Taylor did once rent a place in Cornelia Street.

Ok, should we settled on that part that Taylor Swift did rent a place in Cornelia Street, let's now find out "when about" she was there:

Okay look like Tay Tay had rented the place around 2016 to 2017. If we go back to the song lyrics again:

"I rent a place on Cornelia Street". I say casually in the car. We were a fresh page on the desk. Filling in the blanks as we go

This seems like a story about someone reminiscing on how she first met her counterpart. When she was notifying her new acquaintance the place where she lived.

So who would fit best to the timeline?

Did Taylor meet Karlie in 2016 - of course not. And if we take everything literal, it also unlikely that Taylor, who have been friend with Karlie since late 2013, suddenly saying 'casually' in the the car's backseat, being smitten (drunk on something stronger than drinks in the bar): "hey, I got a rented apart in Cornelia Street, wanna coming?"

Joe Alwyn, as the popular narrative by now, clearly more suitable for the role in the song. We've been informed that their relationship sparked at the same timing as to when Taylor Swift did rent a place in Cornelia Street.

***

Another interesting fact about Taylor's house in Cornelia Street is the speculation surrounding the words: "at the roof".

Here the view from master bedroom:

Since we have cleared the timeline and the place in Cornelia Street, let's continue with the consecutive lyrics:

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away. I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.

"....the city scream your name!" ==>seems to scream Karlie, to us Kaylors, right?

However, if we speculate that this song about Joe Alwyn, then the context of the lyrics could also be seen as a different timing in relationship - during when they were being apart and Taylor was missing him badly in New York. And with the memory being built up already over the course of time where they spent togetherness in New York, privately - it is apprehensible for Taylor to feel that the city scream Joe's name.

But, pssst, can I be honest? For me, picturing Joe Alwyn instead of Karlie Kloss on the scene with Taylor Swift kinda de-mystified the magic of Cornelia Street (lol). But yeah, we have to be fair on this, if its more likely to be about Toe relationship.

***

Shall we continue again then:

Windows swung right open, autumn air

Again, the timeline suit Joe's. Cause they were supposedly started the relationship in autumn 2016 (at the exact time when Taylor still lived in Cornelia Street).

Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

Kaylors are reaching with this photo:

Unfortunately.... Those photos were taken in 2014 (not when Taylor rented place in Cornelia Street).

***

Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours. We bless the rains on Cornelia Street. Memorize the creaks in the floor

So again, I think, the above lyrics nothing more than Taylor being sentimental, reminiscing the time when they both "hidden" inside the apart in Cornelia Street - enjoying the autumn breeze while "Sat on the roof, you and I"

The rest of the lyrics seems depicting the emotional imbalance and trust issues - Taylor suffered during that period. Something that caused her to withdrawn from the relationship before then getting back together again with more assurance and security.

"I thought you were leading me on. I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street. Before you even knew I was gone. But then you called, showed your hand. I turned around before I hit the tunnel..."

It continues with Taylor describing their playing "hide & seek" with the media/public with:

Back when we were card sharks, playing games

Now that we've come so far, do you think this interpretation make any sense?

Is it possible to put Karlie Kloss inside the frame of Cornelia Street's song?

=> If we want to be coherent with the timeline in which Taylor rented Cornelia Street apartment (while her Tribeca's house under renovation) then nope, KK is out from the picture according to the lyrics.

But hey, there is always possibility for different interpretation and Cornelia Street may not literally about Taylor's real story/relationship.

Still, do we really need to force a different notion right now? Why is it so important to persevere with Cornelia Street being about Karlie - if the lyrics almost a de-facto describing a relationship that started at the timeframe when Taylor rented a place in Cornelia Street?

***

Final thought:

Despite the above findings, I still prefer to imagine Kaylor 'running barefoot in the kitchen' - even if its only within my wildest imagination. As the quote:

We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.

-Lynda Barry-

;)

#debunking kaylor #kaylor #cornelia street #taylor lyrics #taylor swift #album lover #taylorswift #taylor and joe #toe #toes #joe alwyn #karlie kloss #taylor swift's song analysis

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Am I going to have to say sorry first or are you going to just come? Buster: Are you taking me to church to pray for me or somewhere that isn't a load of bullshit? Rio: Awkward time to say I was counting on you to have somewhere to take me? Buster: Safe bet Rio: Not gonna say I was praying so but yeah Rio: Christmas punters going to have me quitting this job or life tbh Buster: Not gonna say I'm godlike but you can kneel if you want Buster: It'll work out better than it would in the pews Rio: You're not? A first Rio: Oh fuck, you've not taken my advice to heart have you? Buster: Only 'cause I don't need to Buster: No need to flatter yourself that I'm ever listening to you, babe Rio: 'Course Rio: Alright, alright, but are you listening now? Buster: You haven't said anything worth hearing yet Rio: You're all about the visual, yeah? Rio: [sends pics] Rio: Come on Buster: Almost convincing Rio: Don't play Buster: You normally love it Buster: What's the matter, babe, miss me too hard? Rio: Obviously not but Rio: Already told you, life or death over here Rio: So, you don't need a sorry but you want me to say the magic word, is it? Buster: Dramatic Buster: It'd be a start, yeah. Rio: You don't know, you're only ever the other side of the bar, babe Rio: Why have I got to be polite when you're never Rio: You already know Buster: You don't have to be or do anything Buster: Your choice, like Buster: But I wanna hear it, there's your answer Buster: And incentive, not that you properly need one, since you came to me Rio: So gentlemanly Rio: I get it, I'll eat my words and admit even if I wasn't wrong before, I don't care about being right Rio: I need you Buster: Easy, wasn't it? Rio: Not as easy as it could be Buster: Don't pretend that's how you want it Buster: Plenty of other lads in your phone if you wanted an easy life Rio: Well I don't want them do I Buster: Obviously Buster: Where are you then? I'll come get you Rio: Work Buster: So what do you want me to hang around or are you nearly done? Rio: I'm leaving if you're coming Buster: Don't take the piss Buster: I know I said fuck responsibilities but come on Buster: Why do you wanna be jobless this close to Christmas? Rio: Don't matter Rio: Don't need to worry about it do you Rio: hardly jobless Buster: Fine but you wouldn't have a second job if you didn't need one Rio: I like money Rio: but I don't need to deal with this shit for it Buster: What shit? Tell me what's going on Rio: No Rio: Just come Buster: Rio Buster: Start talking Rio: It's nothing Rio: it's stupid Buster: No it's not Buster: Tell me Rio: It's just all her fucking junkie friends are here celebrating Rio: and they don't even know who I am Buster: Shit Buster: Alright. You're going home but say you're sick, don't just walk out, yeah? Buster: I'll be outside so I don't kill 'em Rio: You're cute Buster: Shut up Buster: Just do what you're told for once Rio: Ha, no need to prove you're still hot as well Buster: We both know I don't have to prove that Rio: If you say so Buster: You can say it Buster: Not like you haven't before, babe Rio: Not before you've earnt it, I haven't Buster: There you are. Back in the room, like Rio: Sorry about it Buster: I ain't Buster: Christ if I'd known all it would take was the threat of some heroics we could have been here ages ago Rio: Oh great, now you're gonna reckon I'm such a romantic at heart, yeah? Buster: As long as you don't start proving it, it doesn't matter to me, like Rio: With you? Rio: No chance, not that fucked up yet Buster: Good Buster: So how fucked up are you? Rio: Probably not a question you really wanna ask, babe, in general, like Rio: but chemically? Not really, though lost count of the 'and one for yourself's a while back Buster: Cheers for the heads up on how much catching up I've gotta do then Buster: Easy again Rio: Charming Rio: Not exactly a challenge yourself Buster: Don't reckon that's what you're looking for tonight, babe Buster: You aint exactly been subtle about it Rio: It ain't Rio: who knew you could be so considerate, aw Buster: Fuck off Rio: Don't pout Rio: know I make it worth it Buster: You will Rio: That a threat? Rio: Or what, like Buster: You saying it needs to be? Buster: Lost your touch after one shit shift like Rio: One? Pah! 'Tis the season to be cunty, babe Rio: so much prefer when the creeps are behind a screen, not on their office party Rio: should really consider prison dating Buster: Yeah get yourself a rich criminal Rio: Untapped market Rio: Not a bad idea Rio: Ask your 'rents if they have any contacts, yeah?? Buster: 'Cause that wouldn't be an awks convo with nothing in it for me or anything, like Rio: I mean, can't give you a cut if you ain't willing to put in some work, pretty boy Buster: You wouldn't give me a cut anyway Rio: And you wouldn't take it Rio: Saw that transfer, by the way Buster: How mad are you about it? Rio: Well, don't just wanna see you to throw it back in your face so Buster: Well, you're hot when you're mad or you'll be proving you ain't so either way I win Rio: Contrary to what you might think Rio: not out here wanting you to lose Rio: we can both win Buster: I know Rio: Deal? Rio: No need to write up a contract, take you at your word this once, like Buster: Yeah Buster: If you behave I will Rio: You'll have to expand on that one, babe Rio: not accidentally getting myself in some 50 shades shit Buster: Hilarious Buster: You know what I mean Rio: Can never be too careful Rio: you poshboy types Buster: Don't even play when you know there's nobody like me, babe Rio: Proving to be unfortunately true Buster: Take your own advice and be careful Buster: 'Cause that sounded like a compliment almost Rio: Scared, McKenna? Rio: 'Cos don't worry, ain't even, just facts, sad but true Buster: You wish babe Buster: You don't scare me. You keep forgetting but you're literally tiny Buster: Don't worry me either 'course Rio: That means I'm not scary? Rio: You met my mum? Rio: Yours Rio: Nan, the list goes on Buster: Not scared of none of them either, obviously Rio: Almost convincing, boy Buster: Shut up Buster: Like I said, nothing to prove Rio: Try telling yourself, like Buster: Don't need to Rio: Then hush Buster: Then make me Rio: Planning on it Buster: Yeah? Rio: Of course Rio: got time to make up, not going to be a letdown, hell no Buster: We'll see Rio: fuck off Rio: I have never Buster: Yet Rio: Not gonna happen Rio: less you've got botched surgery or something drastic since last time Buster: It ain't been that long, babe Rio: Fine, if you ain't missed me Buster: I didn't say that Rio: Then say that you did Buster: You know I did Rio: Good Rio: It was too long Buster: Remember that next time you try and ignore me Rio: Make it so I can't forget Buster: Planning on it Rio: Please tell me you're nearly here Buster: Since you said please Buster: Yeah I am Rio: all about the manners you Buster: Says you Buster: You're always trying to be polite Rio: Nah Rio: we're ignoring that Rio: last thing on my mind Buster: Good Rio: Can blame you for how shit this shift has gone, yeah? Rio: can't think straight Buster: I'll take that if you tell me what's on your mind Rio: You Rio: and how much I've missed your body and all the things I'm going to do to you Buster: Tonight 'cause you wanna be distracted from those cunts Buster: Or since Rio: Since Buster: Prove it Rio: Easy Rio: if it isn't proof enough that I'm back here begging you Buster: I haven't heard you actually beg Rio: Buster Buster: Come on, I know you can Rio: Be on my knees soon enough Rio: you need to stop making me wait Buster: Not if I get on mine first Buster: Tell it to the traffic like, I'm not that much of a cunt Rio: Baby Rio: don't, you have no idea how badly I need you Buster: Yeah I do Buster: I want you too Rio: You better Buster: I wouldn't be coming to get you if I didn't Buster: And I really fucking do Rio: Good Rio: Don't come to your senses before I'm done too, alright? Buster: Not gonna happen Rio: Hate to actually have to corrupt you like Rio: think of my conscience Buster: Not what's on my mind right now, I can't lie Buster: But maybe later if you get all moody like last time Rio: Shut up Rio: it was my party, had to lose my shit as was fitting Buster: Just 'cause I did first and better Rio: Only 'cos you had to drop in the world unannounced like a massive diva Rio: none of us were ready, yeah babe? Buster: You were more than ready the night of my party though and I've got plenty of memories to prove it Rio: I wanted you to have a good Birthday Rio: plus how you looked that night Rio: Good thing all we got is memories though Buster: Good thing I'm not painted up tonight Buster: 'Cause I need you now Rio: Would be a bold look Rio: wonder where you been partying without me boy Buster: Like you haven't been stalking me since you walked out Rio: Oh please Buster: You can admit it. I look good, I know Rio: Trust, I don't need to know what you're up to Rio: got my own memories too, like Buster: Yea Buster: h Buster: So get in the car then. Let's make more Rio: Finally Buster: I'll make it worth the wait Rio: I know Rio: that's why I can't stay away Buster: Don't Rio: Not even an option so Buster: I'm not sorry, like Buster: Now come here

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alchemisland · 6 years ago

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Moors Mutt - II

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Rising early, if rising it was and not merely stirring from a wakened restive state, I left the tavern in secret and walked a barren stretch. At pale dawn birds like Aztec idols flighted at my stirring. Cold light stained the pasture either side. Sleepshod, the road to Cairn Cottage found me quiet company. Even the tinkers were not yet to the road in their triskeled wagons.

The air was heavy with lavender. A pebbled stretch stirred a reverie of my late father and a codex of heroic tales he had purchased for me, whose chronicles of high adventure stirred me like nothing prior. At six years old, tales of old Arabia appealed most. Kingdoms wrought of sunstones stark against a tangerine haze, swirling tarot star ever-visible, scorpions armoured like chargers; the sheer cloying madness of it all. I visited them in dreams, jumped from the paths of unruly camels, watced the impenetrable waves humbly part in the wake of royal palanquins.

Their heroes were unlike our knights. More often sulky boys preferring quill to falchion. Brooding teenagehood made me relish the stranger entries, tales without lessons existing solely to unnerve, speaking on the bleak lives of Tartarian wizards.

Into adulthood, I came to enjoy Greek tales best of all. The tragedy of Ajax in his lover's plate leaking on the golden sand. Waves, caressing the moored fleet in passing, bursting against the shale where his pyre burned. Always when I hear crunching pebbles, I think of soldiers marching on the strand near Troy.

Before long, a trap could be heard from the middle distance, the first in a network of wagons due to arrive at Cairn Cottage to transport the priceless contents of Lady Sizemore’s library back to Sperrin, where they would be carefully parcelled and carried by train to the Royal Academy Library. I waited astride the ditch until the crude plume atop the horses head appeared like the mantle of some deposed pagan lord. Ixion's disc four times divided had been fixed to bear this chariot. Its heavy trundle ground debris to powder. I hailed the driver, a wind being, every strand of hair or cloth lank enough to lift stood disarrayed. A peak stole his brow but a smile waved me aboard.

The driver never spoke. There was a sense of grim penitence about all I had met thus far. Their lines of deep regret boldened every jowl and furrowed brow. Each bore the weight of his forebears in full. A place without time and silent, where happiness and sadness could last all of forever. So silent were they, matched only by monks in their solemnity, I christened this ham the abbodrice of Sperrin.

Inside chaos reigned. Lady Sizemore's estate was measured first in paper above coin. Hundreds, thousands, of jaundiced sheets all in disorder busied every surface. Before a single penny changed hands, a great many hours I spent hauling boxes, within which were more boxes where spiders large as potatoes spun temporary wonders above the invoices.

I wonder what effect prolonged tedium has. Such thoughts are entertained in avoidance of work as should never be given lucid credence. An entire day dedicated solely to translating letters in incomprehensible cursive, it felt ridiculous. My mind, perhaps reflecting its surroundings, felt dulled, unfocused. So long I stared, when I pried my eyes I found feint margins plastered across reality.

The previous night's visitations I had pondered, ultimately chalking to anxiety. Nothing substantially portentous. Unfortunately, another day I required before I indulged cryptozooligcal fancies.

Darkness in ravenfeather arrived premature. I ran to the track where the last impatient husbandman sat in stasis. 'Bound for Sperrin?' I called, already halfway inside.

I arrived at Lar's fiercely humoured. Tired, thirsty and caked in mud golemlike, my gladness at journey's end was quickly consumed by the fury of indignity, having endured the return trip atop a sewagesucker's swine van. Lar tended bar. I wondered had he stirred in my absence. Anticipating a thirst, two mugs were set.

I dropped my satchel and enjoyed relief akin to weightlessness by contrast. We drained tankards like soon-to-war Saxons, spoke of weather, I asked had anyone noteworthy visited, mostly from politeness. When asked had the room served, I replied it had done so more than adequately. Again, politeness.

Not wishing to appear overeager, I spared him details of my dream. If the tale was relayed to me, I should say how convenient the very man hoping to find the beast would experience a vision. Besides, in the unlikely event we found a mangy badger after I'd described a prehistoric horror.. perish the thought.

'Do we depart tomorrow?' Lar grunted as he pretended to dust.

'Short delay as it happens. I'd have said from the door, only for the ale calling. Alas, labour remains. My charges lust for satisfaction. They are at Rome's gates! Distant cousins write in droves. By air, land and sea their letters come, squeezing through grates, shimmying down chimneys. Forget the beast, if they find me I'm dead.' I said, picking at a heel of bread.

'We sank tankards enough last night. I've seen plenty pale on the dizzy morning after the night before. If this delay is to spite me, let me allay concerns, I'm the man for this job. We're the men for this job.' Lar shot a glance at Fergus. A pale lance cleft his brow through the slitted shutters.

I looked to my empty cup then longingly at his selection. Lar fingered a bottle, but reached further back and took another instead.

'My god, man. Boil a pot and toss it down your trousers. No such notions occurred to me. We're expedition mates! I didn't make a dent in the work, really.' I raised a silencing finger to hear the ale splash. 'There you have it. Mystery solved. If the mystery of the beast is this easy, we're laughing.' I inhaled its aroma. 'Listen, chap. There's something else I wanted to talk about before we go. I mean to publish an expedition diary. A chronicle of our adventures. Part scientific tome, part roaring adventure book. Your pub will be the busiest spot in the weald after this. Would you object to such?'

Lar's measured tone returned. Careful as a tiptoeing sinner, he asked 'You good?'

I smiled. 'Only Ben Adhem saw the book, ask him.'

Lar stove the ashen helm crowning his cigarette, plunging the embers into the cold bronze bowl. 'At writing.'

'You should say! I tease, I tease. To answer your question, yes. Humbly, in my hand the pen is like the master mason's chisel, from whence grand cathedrals spring forth from their less divine constituent parts.' Lar was fumbling for his tobacco already and I thought what small use that vice would be in peril.

'I'm convinced.' Lar spoke quickly, stumbling over the words to get them out. I took no offence at his zeal to change the subject. 'Do you have a manuscript at hand?' he asked.

'Not with me, unfortunately.' He stifled a sigh of relief. 'Upon returning home one story heavier, I'll ensure you receive signed copies of every one. I'll sing them My favourite tub of Lar. Yours literately, Beastman. That way you'll know it's me.'

Lar's ale, a home brew, was a swift agent, promising to travel from your mouth to the toilet's in twenty minutes. I joked he might patent it for a medicine. Call it the Midas touch. Everything it touched turns to gold: toilet seat, floor, shoes if you weren't careful.

I spied Fergus. His thumb led a blunt edge across the ribbed bark of a sprig, from which he had carved two lidded eyes and a pursed mouth.

Lar lit a cigarette from the flared end of another, then discarded it on the ashen pyre.

Lar had to raise the hatch for me, which spoiled any hope of a dramatic exit. 'Departure two days hence, on the strict proviso no unpleasant libel suit comes once my story hits print. Rest assured, I'll include nothing untoward, but I reserve the right to artistic licence. Print the myth.'

'Libel is a city crime.' Anticipating my desire, Lar walked while he spoke. I mirrored and slipped through the open portcullis to sleep, perchance to scream.

Lying in bed, I wondered what to include in my chronicle; exciting details only, or every charged exchange? Nobody asked how the shipwright felt constructing thousands of ships without prior notice. They only wanted Achilles. The reader will concede, I have included much of the mundane.

Well-oiled, I slept easily. Set like a star I saw things from the blind past, dark present and murky future, useless without chronology, stifling their prophetic nature. The beast came again, shaking the ground where it trod.

Lar, blackbird that he was, rose early. He emerged from the fugue state that best pleased his constitution and stretched, his wingspan filling the alcove. He found me in my linen cell, bewhaled as Jonah.

'Terrible day.' He drew the shutters. Groggily, I pulled the sheets down over my face to the sight of Lar's stocky silhouette in the dirty light. Tapping a cigarette loose on the sill, he plonked one cheek on the ledge and struck a match. 'Anything you want from town? I'm going to get supplies. I should be away most of the day. There won't be a return trip before we go. Speak now or forever hold your peace.'

'Ambulo in pace.' I tapped my journal, 'I have everything.'

'Do you have a mac?' he asked. The rain beat down harder.

'No, we're English, some Irish. Although I heard tell that a distant branch traded their roses for thistle stalks.' I smirked.

Lar shuddered, ill-humoured before midday despite protestations he needed no proper rest. 'I mean a waterproof.'

'Oh give me credit. That's humour.'

'We in the smiling countryside call it idiocy. There's a time for revels. Unless you've been up all night, dawn isn't it.' he said somewhat angrily.

'I don't have one and I'd like a loan if that's what you're asking, thank you. I didn't sleep well now you mention it' I tossed my feet onto the cold ground and felt for a sock.

Lar watched the rain spilling in romantic sheets. 'You'll need an ark to get back. It's like a bog when it rains. No one will be able to get you. Not me, not the constabulary, nor anyone else. If the weather worsens, make sure you get back in time. Otherwise, everything will be closed until further boatice.'

'Boatice?' I said.

'Now that is humour. Rain, boats, further notice. Get it?' Lar left, more spritely than when he entered.

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