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writersdare · 2 years ago

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Two Gummy Worms | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Luke was determined to take Y/N on a night drive. Some things, though, didn't want to go according to his perfect plan.

Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, mentioning of food

Word Count:��1 503

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: Honestly I enjoyed writing it so much, it gave me some sense of comfort, and I really hope you'll feel it as well once you read it ♡ Also, yes, I am obsessed with Luke's blue eyes, you can't take it from me...

A calm evening was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Y/N lazily got up from a couch and wandered into the hall, feeling tiredness with her whole body. Someone celebrated Fridays with friends in local bars, Y/N, though, preferred to spent it quietly that time. Watching a silly show on Netflix, she’s been wrapping herself up in an old blanket, which was given by her friend Luke few years ago. Maybe – only maybe – it was fair to correct that the poor blanket was actually stolen from him, however, in Y/N’s defence, Luke didn’t use it much anyway, so the girl only borrowed something he never needed.

Possibly, the stolen blanket made the guy to come over uninvited; in any case, once Y/N opened the door, she saw the friend on the threshold of her apartment.

“Let’s go,” without a proper greeting, Luke grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her out of the house.

“Where?” the girl stumbled, trying her best to stay where she was. Y/N was in her PJs, the hair was carelessly tide up in something close to a ponytail — the look that simply screamed “I’m staying in today”.

“For a drive. I’ll bring you back in few hours,” he promised, sounding both calm and determined.

“I warned you hours ago that I’m not going!” Y/N outraged, ignoring the fact that her friend drove all the way out there. The girl made it clear in her message that even though his adventitious idea sounded nice, she simply did not have any powers left for the trip. The tiredness was the size of the passing week, which fell on her shoulders sharply once Y/N entered home that evening.

“It’s just few hours!” he whined and suddenly lifted the friend from the ground to bring her to the car himself. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening, and Y/N was getting cold.

“Gosh, wait! Let me get changed at least,” the girl rolled the eyes, smiling a bit and still trying to set herself free.

“Five minutes,” Luke warned, and once he put her on the ground, Y/N hurried up inside. She hoped to shut the door in his face, however, the guy foresaw it well, so he managed to slip through the door quicker. A wide smile appeared on his face.

Even though the whole idea of going somewhere so late didn’t really excite Y/N, once she was in the car, checking all the snacks Luke bought them for the little trip, the girl thought that, perhaps, it was a nice distraction from her exhaustion for an hour or so.

“You didn’t need to change, you looked pretty earlier, too,” Luke spoke up, glancing at Y/N who was chewing gummy worms and time to time placing few in his mouth as well.

“That’s sudden,” the girl chuckled, trying to ignore a quick shutter of her heart. The girl fancied her friend for quite some time, but it was not as scary as dangerous to reveal her feelings. Y/N didn’t want to ruin their friendship. “Be honest, you just wanted me to get sick. I was freezing cold, by the way!”

“Well, if you didn’t hesitate for so long, you would be in the car a while ago, enjoying my company and food.”

“Thank you for mentioning food, I’d put it on the first place, though,” Y/N laughed shortly, looking at the window. Even though it was late, the lights were illuminating the road, and quite soon she started to see untouched fields, passing by. “Also, I wasn’t hesitant, I told you right away I wasn’t going.”

“Here you are with an urge to reply on everything,” Luke rolled his eyes jokingly and glanced at Y/N again. He liked how cozy and comfortable she looked at that moment. It was actually rather precious to know that a person he cared about so much trusted him, fully.

“You are the same,” the girl reminded and, giggling, put another gummy worm, a blue one, in his mouth. “Suits your eyes.”

The musician chuckled, barely being able to chew the marmalade.

“A worm?”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed back and smiled vividly. “I like your eyes,” she mumbled and looked away, feeling too overwhelmed. If only he could be hers, and she could be his…

“So, we have a problem,” Luke announced, when about thirty minutes were left from the final destination. The guy was planning to show Y/N a sunflower field, but GPS suddenly stopped working properly. However, the guy was sure he remembered the way there so didn’t worry too much. Until…

Y/N turned her head towards a friend and frowned a little.

“Are you going to keep holding the dramatic pause or will just tell me?” she smiled, though, not even thinking there could be something serious.

“Yeah, well,” Luke hesitated and glanced at a dashboard of the car. He still couldn’t believe what he saw. “Apparently, I forgot to refuel and noticed only now…”

“You are joking,” Y/N raised up in a seat to check it herself. “How could you forget?”

“I don’t know!” Luke outraged, slowing down the speed of the car. “I was in a hurry cause I wanted to make a good surprise for you!”

“Well, it is a good surprise after all, Luke!” Y/N giggled, not being mad for some reason. “Let me find the closest gas station,” she mumbled and opened her phone to check a map. The girl didn’t hear how her friend mumbled quietly “go for it”, as he already knew that GPS stopped working twenty minutes ago.

“Okay, so… we’re in the middle of nowhere,” she announced dramatically, zooming in and out on the map. “It doesn’t work. How much gas is left? Maybe we should go back,” Y/N sighed, once Luke stopped the car on the side of the road. He was upset. “Hey, that’s alright,” the girl smiled and unfastened her seat belt to sit sideways to the windshield, facing the musician. The girl gently placed her palms on his cheeks and nodded. “I’m not mad, it’s still a fun trip. After all, it wouldn’t be us if it didn’t end up like this, don’t you think?” she chuckled kindly.

Luke hurried up to cover her palms with his, being scared she’d break the touch too soon.

“We still can stay here for some time? Before going back?” he suggested carefully.

Y/N nodded, feeling the pulsation of her heartbeat almost in a throat. If only she could kiss him, and he could kiss her…

“Y/N,” Luke spoke up, and the voice was hoarse.

“Yeah?”

“I… I guess there is something I needed to tell you,” he started, immediately regretting it, though. How was he supposed to tell her that? Was it a bad timing? It probably was. There was no where to go, and if… if Y/N didn’t feel the same way it’d be hell awkward. He really didn’t think it through…

“Again?”

“What?”

“You need to tell me something else? I thought we’re done with surprises,” she giggled, fooling around a bit, as Y/N could see how anxious Luke started to look all of a sudden.

“Oh, no, that’s the main surprise, I guess,” the guy chuckled and looked down only for a moment. The fear took him over, though, and he rested his palms on the knees, so Y/N pulled away from him. “No, actually, forget about it.”

“No.”

Luke looked up at the friend, being surprised.

“What do you mean “no"?…”

“That’s exactly what I mean. I waited for too long to allow you to step back once again,” Y/N shook her head, getting annoyed. Why was he so uncertain sometimes? She was sitting there, next to him, worrying that her heart would break the chest, and he couldn’t say few simple words?… “Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints! How can you keep doubting if I feel the same way you do?”

“How do you– How do you know?…” Luke mumbled, staring at Y/N. The guy couldn’t hide his terror. So she knew? All that time?!

“Honestly, it seems like it’s only you who is blind here,” the girl smiled sadly and looked down, feeling ridiculous.

Another second, though, she felt Luke’s hand on the chin. He carefully lifted her face so the girl could look at him before he covered Y/N’s lips with his. The kiss was tender and gentle, slowly changing into a more passionate one. They both just couldn’t believe it took them that long to confess. And honestly, who knew how long it’d have still taken if Y/N had kept silence.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered, touching her forehead with his.

“You already did,” the girl whispered back and, smiling, pressed the lips against his in another kiss.

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very-normal-abt-this · 1 year ago

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Analysis of Crowley's and Aziraphale's "love languages."

A lot people are familiar with the concept of "Love Languages" these days. It originally comes from a book by Dr. Gary Chapman "The 5 Love Languages: A Secret to Love That Lasts."

The book posits that there are several different patterns of behavior that a person can engage in, in order to express affection. And, by the same token, there are different patterns of behavior that a person tends to interpret as being "loving" towards them.

The 5 Identified Love Languages are:

Words of Affirmation - expressing affection verbally, such as through compliments, statements of appreciation, reassurance, or love.

Acts of Service - expressing affection by doing things FOR our loved ones, when they ask for it OR when they don't ask for it (i.e. anticipating what they might need). Things like, letting your partner borrow your special car for a road trip, and then house sitting his residence and needy puppy. Or, tidying your partner's house after a big party, whilst he is out having coffee with some douche.

Gifts - expressing affection by purchasing things for our loved ones, or giving surprise gifts. Perhaps being very thoughtful in considering what objects they might want or need.

Quality Time - expressing affection by giving loved ones our undivided attention, and engaging in interactive activities with them. Going out to dinner, going on walks to the park, or just having quiet 1-1 time.

Physical Touch - Expressing affection by touching a loved one's body with your own body (consensually of course). There is a wide spectrum of these behaviors (platonic, parental/familial, romantic, sexual). E.g. lightly guiding someone with your hand on the small of their back as you walk together, patting their back/shoulder, dancing together, sitting in close proximity on purpose so that your bodies touch, hugging/kissing, and so on.

As you can probably deduce from the examples I've included above, in my opinion Aziraphale's preferred love languages are: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Physical touch. And Crowley's preferred love languages are: Quality Time and Acts of Service. And yet, Crowley was the one who initiated the biggest Physical Touch of their relationship. I will address that in a separate post!

Crowley and Aziraphale both share the Quality Time category, which makes sense. Time has been an unlimited resource for them, and they certainly enjoy making their time together "Quality." They give each other undivided attention; they do relaxing and interesting activities together. In addition, they have often attended significant and memorable events together (whether by coincidence or not)

It is also sweet that both of the Ineffable Husbands have picked up on each other's love languages. Aziraphale has noticed Crowley's acts of service language, which is why he says: "Rescuing me makes him so happy."

And, Aziraphale is cautious about giving Crowley compliments - he knows it is not the way Crowley prefers to receive affection. Aziraphale also engages in acts of service for Crowley, such as by offering to do the magic show in 1941, and by bringing him holy water.

In turn, Crowley knows how important words of affirmation are to Aziraphale, which is why he says things like "Doing good again, Angel?" Or "Good Job" - when Aziraphale calls him from Edinburgh.

Crowley also knows that physical touch is important to Aziraphale, which is why he never rejects physical touch overtures initiated by the angel (And….physical touch might be Crowley's 3rd secret love language, but he has been too cautious to act upon it!)

If you think of other examples of their love languages, please write a comment!

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munsonsreputation · 2 years ago

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Hi Kay!!! Here’s a toast for you 🥂 And also an idea: one bed trope with Steve “I don’t share bed” Harrington and reader? (Steve gives me this “I hate to share beds, but I would do it with you” vibes) Do your magic, baby 💙

effie!!!! 🧚

one bed tropes are my favorite and i couldn't wait to work on this request!!! i loved it so much and i totally think that steve would hate sharing his bed!! that man loves to hog the pillows and blankets--likes his own space in general...but you're an exception!!! 🛏❤️

i hope i did your request justice and thanks so much for your sweet words and our fun chats!!! i love you so much!!!!! ��💘💘

A road trip to Steve’s parents’ cabin sounded like a fun idea at first. Everyone piled into Eddie’s van he let you all borrow for the trip and the route began. Music playing, laughter resounding through the cramped car, heads rested on shoulder while others napped—it was pretty great.

You got the lucky job of sitting shot gun next to Steve, reading off directions from the map and making conversation to keep him awake for the rest of the drive. It was safe to say that you enjoyed Steve’s company a lot, not that you two were super close by any means, but you two just sort of gravitated towards one another naturally.

Robin was the one who introduced you two in the first place, which then led to her inviting you to her and her friends’ weekend adventures from time to time, allowing yourself to get closer to the rest of the gang who welcomed you with open arms. You immediately hit it off with Steve, laughing at his jokes and talking to him about everything under the sun. He was pretty cool and to be quite honest with you; you were ecstatic when we invited you to the cabin for the weekend.

The only problem was that the road trip started at six p.m. which then went on until ten since traffic and the multiple pit stops that Steve had to take because Mike and Dustin drank three whole cans of cola at the beginning of the trip. So when you all finally arrived at the cabin, everyone was out of their minds fatigued and wanted nothing more than to sleep on an actual pillow than Eddie or Robin’s shoulders.

“Finally! I’m exhausted!” Robin announced dramatically, letting herself in first after Steve had unlocked the doors to the small cabin.

Everyone followed behind her, looking around the place and making themselves at home. Steve grunted, hauling in the rest of the kids’ bags with the help of you who fought back your laughter while you held the door open for him.

“T-thanks!” He cringed out, dumping the bags near the front door while you grinned and locked it up.

“No problem, Stevie.” You spoke, patting him on the back while you followed him into the living room where everyone was hanging around waiting for Steve to tell them where their rooms were.

“Look there’s three rooms upstairs,” He pointed up as if you all didn’t know where it was, making everyone roll their eyes meanwhile you couldn’t help but giggle at how much of a dad he looked like.

“Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas—you four in one room. El and Max. And Robin and—”

“Me! And I want the side farthest from the door…I don’t want to get killed first!” Eddie shouted, racing up the steps with everyone else following behind him, arguing that they wanted dibs on the best room.

You had assumed that you and Robin would share a room. You two would always sleep in the same bed during sleepovers and whatnot, but you had forgotten that Eddie and Robin were also pretty close, so you couldn’t blame him for taking your place when you never asked.

Steve shook his head, mumbling a “goddamnit, Munson” under his breath before turning over to you with an apologetic smile.

“I’ll umm go get Eddie. He can take the couch and you and Robs can room together.”

But before he could walk towards the stairs you clutched his arm, shaking your head, “No no no, don’t worry about it. He seems excited to room with Robin! I don’t want to ruin his fun.”

You looked behind you, the leather brown couch looking to do the job for the night. As long as Steve had a spare blanket and pillow, you were sure that you could make do with it for the next two days. “I can take the couch! It actually looks pretty comfortable!”

Plopping yourself down onto the cushions, you wiggled, getting as comfortable as you could to show him that it would do. A smile on your face that didn’t seem to convince him whatsoever. He knew that couch was far from comfortable; he had to sleep on it the one time all of his little cousins took the rooms and it was far from a goodnights rest to say the least.

Steve shook his head, “No, I can’t let you sleep on the couch, doll, you’re a guest. I can take the couch and you can take the master bedroom down here.”

He was already picking your duffle bag off the floor before you could protest, leading you to trail behind him, struggling to seize your belongings from him, “No, Steve, that’s not fair! You’re the one who drove us all the way here. You should have the best room.”

Steve snickered, bearing your bag up higher so that you couldn’t reach it as he continued down the hallway to the bedroom, “Yeah, and you kept me up for those four hours, so you deserve a bed too. I’ll let you have it!”

You whined, stomping your foot against the wooden floors as he chuckled, shaking his head at your adamance before he reached the room.

“This is it,” Steve said, gesturing towards the door. “The master bedroom.”

He opened it, revealing the expanse of the bedroom that was fully furnished. A king sized bed in the center of the room that was fairly cozy and as you peered in some more, you could see a door that led to the bathroom which was attached.

“Steve…” You said guiltily, turning to him as he gestured you into the room, placing your bag down at the foot of the bed, “I can’t let you do this for me. You’ll wake up in the morning with a sore back if you sleep on that thing!”

He laughed, raising his brows amusingly while he crossed his arms, “So the couch wasn’t really comfortable huh? I knew you were lying!”

You furrowed your brows, realization hitting you as you tried to shake your head, “W-what?! No! Of course, it was comfortable! But you’re like six feet, you’ll be all cramped on that thing is what I meant!”

Again, he didn’t seem convinced, but he was impressively entertained by the way you were able to come up with a coverup on the spot. He knew you were just bluffing so that he could take the bed and you would go back on the couch. Not on his watch.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, “Come on, don’t be like that. It’s just a room. Plus, I’m a gentleman. I can’t let a lady sleep on the couch.”

He was a gentleman. You’d give him that no problem. But still, you weren’t satisfied with this whole situation.

“W-what if we share the bed?” Your voice heightened when you asked the question, unsure if he would be comfortable sharing a bed with you for the next two nights.

You almost looked timid, shoulders ceasing in with your cheeks buried to your side as you looked over at him with sincerity, “Only if you’re comfortable! Sorry! I shouldn’t have—”

His eyes widened a bit, shaking his head to assure you that he wasn’t uncomfortable. He knew you were asking it out of the kindness of your heart. If he had offered the room to someone else like Eddie or Dustin, he was sure the twerps wouldn’t even consider offering the share—he was thankful that you did otherwise.

“You sure? I snore y’know.” The hint of teasing pulling at the corners of his mouth as he watched you relax and giggle.

“Yeah, Harrington, I think I’ll manage.” You smirked.

“I’ll let you have the bathroom first. I’m just gonna go grab my bags and make sure everything’s locked up.” He said as you nodded, reaching for your bag while he left the room and closed the door behind him to give you some privacy.

In all honestly, you were scared shitless to share a bed with him. Not that he made you uncomfortable or anything, but he was Steve Harrington for god fucking sakes!

The closest that you and Steve had ever been to sharing a bed was when you all decided to watch a horror movie which led to you and Steve screaming and trembling in each other’s arms while the others did the same to the person nearest to them.

Maybe you had developed a teeny tiny crush on him after that, but you were sure that Steve wouldn’t feel the same, so you just left it at that. But tonight it really felt nerve-wracking.

What if you sleep talked and said something embarrassing. What if you stole all the blankets and left Steve cold for the rest of the night? What if you accidentally kicked him in the shins? What if your boob popped out of your tank top and he woke up with your tits right in his face?

Holy shit.

What if you just shut the fuck up?

The hot shower didn’t seem to ease your nerves as much as you liked, but it was just going to be tonight and two more nights of sharing a bed with Steve. Everything was going to be ok. It was all in your head. Plus, Steve said he snored, which probably meant he was a deep sleeper so he would be out in no time before he could hear you sleep talk or feel you hog the blankets. Hopefully.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised to see Steve sitting on the bed, looking over a comic book he had found lying around probably from when he was a kid. When the door opened, he turned his head to you, standing in the doorway, pulling your hair out of the low bun you had it in to prevent it from getting wet.

You probably didn't think anything of it, considering the fact that you wore this exact pajama set all the time, but you had forgotten that Steve would be seeing you in it. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just a silk tank top and silk shorts to match, though it was a little snug, hugging your body tightly and leaving nothing to the imagination with the flimsy fabric sticking to your damp skin.

“Crap..I-I can change if you have a shirt I can borrow?” You stammered the apology as you could feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Steve shook his head, looking a bit flustered himself. “No, no, it’s fine. I mean, it’s great. You look great. I mean, your pajamas look great. Not that you don’t look great, but...I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

He reached a nervous hand to the back of his neck, feeling the fever of his blood bolting from not knowing how to shut up in front of you. Meanwhile, you felt a little more at ease at Steve’s previous words. He was just as nervous as you, which made you feel a little less bad about your own nervousness.

“Do you wanna shower?” You proposed, walking over to your bag and placing your dirty clothes into the separate compartment from your clean ones.

He shuffled up from the bed, placing his comic on the nightstand, “Uh yea…was the shower pressure fine?” He sought, bending down towards his own bag and pulling out a pair of sweatpants.

“Yeah, and the water is nice and hot.” You smiled warmly as he returned it before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door softly.

You decided it was best that you settle into bed already, choosing to take the side farthest from the door. The sheets were soft and thick enough to engulf warmth over your bare legs in the middle of the chilly night.

You had wondered why Steve hadn’t come down here more often, considering the serenity and privacy that the cabin provided. From the windows you could see the grassy mountains and tall trees hovering over the woods—it was a different scene from the Hawkins you were used to and surely a nice change of pace.

When Steve emerged from the shower, you turned your head, seeing him shirtless with a pair of sweatpants hanging loosely over his hips. Thankfully, the sheets had hidden your blushing cheeks and cheeky smile away from his view.

“Is it ok if I wear this to bed?” He sought, looking a bit self-conscious of his bare chest out without considering that fact that you’d be so close to him.

You nodded, trying to play it cool with a smile still plaster under the covers.

“Yeah, it’s nice. You look comfortable.”

Steve grinned, walking over to the other side of the bed and gently tugging the sheets back. “So, you’re giving me the side closest to the door, huh?”

Laughing, you nodded your head while you scooched over, giving him more room on his side, “What Eddie said really stuck,” you quipped lightly.

“I have enough space. You can come closer if you want.” Steve assured you once he got in, his arm accidentally brushing against yours.

You hummed thankfully, dragging the blankets with you as you moved closer to him, only an inch or so separating your bodies as you both tried to get as comfortable as possible. Though for you it seemed impossible as you kept tossing and turning, the bed so big yet the space feeling so tight, you felt like you were drowning in the mattress and sheets.

“Are you okay?” Steve turned his head to your slightly, a small smile on his face letting you know he was irritated at you incessant moving.

Wiggling your shoulders, trying to find a comfy position, “Yeah, sorry, I keep moving,” you muttered, feeling guilty for him needing to put up with you.

Steve chuckled faintly, turning his entire body to face you, his head snugly resting on the plush pillow beneath him, “It’s okay, I do the same thing too.”

“Really?”

You followed his movements and facing him as he nodded assuringly. The two of you smiling like sleepy idiots in the massive bed.

“I usually cuddle another pillow to fall asleep.” You blurted out, without thinking, immediately shutting up as the words left your mouth.

A look of curiosity fell over his face and his eyebrows rose, “Does it work?”

You nodded, pulling the sheets down so he could see you, “Yeah…It’s helps me relax and fall asleep faster.”

Silence fell over you two as you tried to close your eyes and fall asleep the old-fashioned way, but Steve kept his open, watching the way your tense eyelids fluttered, knowing you were not going to fall asleep like that. It would only be a matter of time until you were tossing and turning again and he knew that both you and him needed a good night’s sleep for tomorrow’s festivities.

He practiced the words in his head first. Trying to come up with the best possible way to ask you without making the situation awkward all over again. He didn’t mind and if you didn’t, then he was willing to take the chance to ask.

“Well, I could...um...I could cuddle you if you want. You know, to help you fall asleep easier.”

You swore you could hear your heartbeat faster and feel the blood rush to your cheeks when he asked the question. Your skin getting warmer just at the thought of having Steve’s arms wrapped around you. Slowly you began to open your eyes, meeting him in the pale moonlight that snuck in.

“A-are you sure?” you asked, trying to stabilize your shaky voice.

He nodded, a lipped smile on his face, “Yeah, I don’t mind at all…maybe it’ll help me sleep too.”

“Okay.” You whispered, looking at him nervously until he opened his arms and gestured you to lie into him.

You turned over, facing the opposite way as you scooched back, his arms already wrapping around you, guiding you more in until your back met his bare chest.

“This ok?” He murmured softly, looking down at you where your head nuzzled just beneath his chin and halfway onto his pillow.

“Perfect.” You nodded, already closing your eyes with a ditzy smile on your face.

He laid back, a similar smile on his face, as he could feel the softness and warmth of your bare arms. The silky material being the only thing separating his chest from your skin, yet it felt like you guys were meshing together easily. Like you were a missing piece to his puzzle as you laid there with your arms wrapping around his on your midsection.

Never in a million years would he had ever thought that he’d get to be this close to you. The only time he had gotten to hold you like this is when those damn kids convinced you all to watch a horror movie. You had buried your face into his chest after one of the characters had gotten beheaded and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you despite his own astonishment at the film and screams for Dustin to shut it off.

Maybe he wished that he didn’t tell Dustin to turn it off because he would’ve gotten to spend the rest of the night with you in his arms, but maybe that loss time was being made up now. Though he hoped you couldn’t feel like heart thumping against your shoulder—he was regretting not wearing a shirt.

For a moment you let yourself bask in the feeling of being in Steve arm’s once again, this time without the horrific screams of your friends. His arms wrapped securely around you, making you feel safe, not that you didn’t feel like you were, but he was like an extra blanket of security and warmth around you.

The both of you longing for this closeness, but not knowing that the other felt the same.

Not until now.

Steve’s breath fanned over your skin slightly as he took a deep breath in and out, preparing his words carefully as he didn’t want this moment to end, “I think you’re the only person I’d ever share a bed with.”

Your heart burned, and so did your body, he could feel your skin heating up and your arms tugging his tighter around you while you let out a sound of contentment mixed with a short laugh, “I’m honored…and you’re better than any other pillow.”

He chuckled deeply, pulling you closer, and you smiled as you felt his lips lay a kiss to the top of your head, “Glad I could be of service.”

The two of you knew no other words had to be spoken to tell each other how you felt. It was just that simple and easy to read and understand each other. And even easier to share a bed and hold one another as you two drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

BONUS SCENE:

The sounds of loud footsteps running through the cabin followed by the shouts and screams stirred Steve awake from his dream. He rubbed at his eyes, listening to the sounds come closer, the familiar voices of his friends letting him know they were up to something.

Meanwhile, his sleepy gaze fell over your body beside him, still fast asleep and limbs tangled around his body as you snored softly. You were a cute and heavy sleeper, something he would have to remind himself to tell you later on today.

“Steve! Open up…Hurry!” Robin’s voice reverberating outside the door while multiple fists clanged on the lumber.

His eyes widened, easing your arms from around him as he stepped out of bed and walked swiftly to the door to see what the commotion was about. When he pulled it open, everyone dressed in their pj’s and bedhead staring at him in horror.

“What the—”

Before he could speak, there were an array of speeches speaking over one another. El and Lucas who looked like they were about to cry while the others just kept talking making it hard for him to follow along.

“One at a time!” Steve whispered shouted, now fully awake as they all shut their mouths and everyone looked at Dustin first.

“We can’t find her! We searched allllll the rooms. Maybe she got kidnapped during the night? We have to call the police!” Dustin exclaimed as everyone nodded their heads in agreement before their faces of concern turned into confusion.

Steve failed to stifle the laugh, his throat heaving with humor as he couldn’t believe the absurdity of it all. He watched their faces contort, Robin thrusting her hand forward to nudge his shoulder passively aggressively for his laughing they didn’t seem to understand in the moment.

“Guys…” Steve started, shaking his head before looking back towards the bed and seeing you still asleep, “She’s in here.”

He opened the door wider, revealing your sleepy body encased by the blankets, as you had no idea they were all standing there looking on in shock.

“How in the world…” Max tilted her head, looking between Steve and you.

Eddie smirked, whistling lowly towards Steve, “Finally, dude.”

“Wait what?” Lucas and Dustin said at the same time.

El and Will were a little less invasive, with a simple, “Awww.”

Then of course the little shit head Mike, had to go too far, “What the hell? You guys had sex?!”

“Shut up!” Steve smacked the top of his head gingerly, pushing the door enough to conceal you once again as they tried to peer in but were unable to.

“We didn’t have sex.”

He looked at Eddie glaring, “She was supposed to room with Robin, but you took her spot.”

Eddie winced, mouthing an “I’m sorry,” that didn’t look quite genuine considering the sly smile he had on his face, followed by the wink he shot him.

“But you hate sharing your bed…” Dustin said to himself deliberately as everyone agreed, letting that sink in before they finally realized.

“You like her?!”

Steve’s cheeks flushed a bright red, already giving his friends an answer as she giggled and turned to each other, making kissy faces that had him rolling his eyes.

“Stevie?” your hoarse voice called out as you blindlessly felt the empty spot that Steve was supposed to be in.

He looked behind him, seeing you whining as your hands tapped the bed, still half asleep. Looking back at his friends who still hadn’t wiped the smirks of their faces, he sighed, “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going back to bed.”

“Hmm, sure, you will.” Max teased, crossing her arms as she turned and walked away.

Steve rolled his eyes once more, going to shut the door, but before it could, a hand pushed back from the other side firmly. Robin peeking in as she smiled.

“I told Eddie to room with me by the way…I couldn’t stand seeing you guys act so oblivious.”

His eyes widened as Robin’s toothy grin took up her face, “Byeeeeee!” and with that she skipped away, cackling successfully, while Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and lock the door.

“I’m back, doll.” Steve said quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he lifted the covers and got back into bed with you.

Your arms instantly wrapping around his midsection as you nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in his scent, “S’ok…what did they want?”

His fingers stroked your hair, beaming down at your sleepy state already getting comfortable again in his arms. “They were just wondering where you were.”

“Can we stay in bed a little longer?” You mumbled into his chest, halfway to falling back into slumber again.

He snickered, cooing lovingly as he rested his chin on top of your head and wrapped his arms tighter to pull you closer.

“As long as you want.”

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goldfishontheceiling · 1 year ago

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TEAM E-SCOPE (+ Owen) BEACH HEADCANONS!!

Pronouns for these HCs:

Izzy: She/They/Xe (Izzy uses neoprounouns it's canon I'm Fresh TV /j)

Eva: She/He

Owen: He/Him

Noah: He/They

Izzy:

- insists on driving (do NOT let her drive!!)

- loves sitting in the front

- stares out the window or sings along to the radio most of the car ride

- begs Eva to stop at the gas station

- xe always gets sour gummy worms

- no sour gummy worms? sour patch kids

- no sour patch kids? sweedish fish

- no sweedish fish? RIOT

- absolutely LOVES the water

- they go out super deep and scare the shit out of everyone

- chases the icecream truck until xe gets the whole group icecream

- *borrows bridgette's surboard* *tries to surf* *fails miserably*

- 100% brings googles

- likes catching fish with their bare hands (or teeth)

-she splashed Eva once (and got thrown headfirst into Owen's sandcastle as a result)

- collects seashells

- tries to take home crabs as pets

- a little more chill on the ride home but this is Izzy we're talking about xe's never chill

Eva:

- designated driver (has road rage)

- *aggressively honks horn* "DRIVE FASTER BITCH"

- always gets some chocolate and a coffee at the gas station

- hates the radio but plays it for Izzy (she keeps the mp3 player on standby incase it gets too bad)

- mostly swims with Izzy or plays volleyball

- *plays volleyball with some strangers* *gets mad and chucks the ball at one of their faces*

- tries to relax (emphasis on the tries)

- she knows cpr!!

- he gets salt water and/or sand in her eyes everytime

- will yell at you (lovingly) if you forget to put on sunscreen

- he makes sure everyone drinks water (no Izzy ocean water doesn't count) and stays hydrated!!

- wears sunglasses pretty much the entire time

- will make sure nobody tracks sand into the car

Owen:

- sits in the back with Noah

- he gets everyone to play "I spy" with him (Izzy can't focus, Noah's half asleep, and Eva's more focused on trying not to scream then things that are the color yellow)

- if the others are busy/don't want to play he usually whips out the DVD player

- did I mention that he collects DVDs? his favorite movies are cloudy with a chance of meatballs, toy story, and ratatouille

- always gets gummy sharks or jolly ranchers

- Owen packs the best snacks and brings things they all like (strawberries, veggie straws, goldfish, cheez its, etc)

- he even made sandwiches and fruit salads!!

- the water's nice and all, but the SAND!!

- he makes the best sand castles

- since Owen canonically has 3 brothers, he knows a lot of games (sand castle building contest, marco polo, "who can dig the deepest hole in 5 minutes," etc)

- gives the seashells he finds to Izzy

- speaking of Izzy, xe burries Owen in the sand atleast once everytine they go

Noah:

- he ususally drives for shorter trips, but long car rides make him tired

- you can not convince me that this man doesn't latch on to Owen like a koala when he naps

- Owen angles the DVD player somewhere they could both see incase Noah wakes up

- at first, Noah just reads a book (or stares out the window when he gets carsick) but he always ends up falling asleep at some point

- whenever they stop at the gas station, Owen always makes sure to get something for Noah

- they always bring their book with them to the beach

- he protects that book like a lifeline

- once he either finishes the book or the others bug him enough, THEN he does stuff

- Izzy always tries to convince them to get in the water

- 9 times out of 10 he says no

- but on the occasional times they say yes, they almost drown

- Owen carries Noah pretty much everywhere lmao

- he doesn't really like water (and no I won't be making an IOTS refrence no matter how tempting it is)

- they help Owen with his sand castle!!

- Noah isn't much of a beach person but that doesn't mean he can't have fun

- and ofc he falls back asleep on the ride back

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amberskywrites · 1 year ago

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Together

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Fandom / Genre: Stardew Valley / Fluff

Pairing: Elliott/Sebastian

Warnings: None!

Prompt: Requested by @incendiarybomb

Prompt list 19, #6 || “I gave up smoking for you, you little shit, be grateful.” with Elliott x Sebastian?

Note: Aghsgjshds this took so much longer to get to than I meant!! So so sorry for the delay, 2023 ended up being a terrible writing year for me. Hopefully you still enjoy it, I definitely had fun writing it, and will likely be exploring more with this pairing in the future!

Summary:

It's Sebastian's turn to pick where their next date is to be, and he refuses to tell Elliott anything beyond the best way to get there is on the motorcycle. Elliott doesn't want to take the bike. He's glad they did.

Elliott stared at Sebastian. Sebastian stared right back.

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“C’mon!”

Sebastian pouted, leaning further onto his motorcycle. He looked up at Elliott through his bangs and- yep, there were the sad eyes. Elliott broke eye contact before he could feel the full force of his boyfriend’s puppy eyes.

He looked over the motorcycle again and cringed at just the idea of getting on it.

“Just one ride. We won’t even go that far!” Sebastian pleaded.

“It’s just- motorcycle accidents are far more likely to happen than car accidents- a higher rate of motorcyclists get injured each year than drivers.”

“Just because the rate is high doesn’t mean we’ll get into an accident. I keep my bike in excellent condition, I’m safe on the road, and we’ll be taking safety precautions. Besides, neither of us own a car.”

Elliott sighed. “Can’t we just take the bus, or borrow someone’s car?”

“Unless you wanna try convincing Lewis to let me drive his old truck, or spend a bus ride with Pam driving with at least an hour walk after, then no.” Sebastian finally let the puppy eyes disappear, sighing himself as he wrapped his arms across his chest. “It was my turn to pick our date spot, and this is the best way to get there.”

Elliott still hesitated. Sebastian looked away and his shoulders sagged when another minute passed by in silence. Elliott’s heart constricted at the dejected and genuinely hurt look on Sebastian’s face.

“Y’know what, never-”

“Fine.”

His head snapped up and Sebastian was startled when Elliott took a few long strides to stand in front of him and the bike.

“What?”

“I said fine,” Elliott said. He pulled Sebastian’s arms away from his body and took Sebastian’s hands in his, giving them a squeeze and him a nervous smile. “You’re right- if this is the best way to get to wherever you’ve chosen our date to be, then we should take it.”

Sebastian still frowned, suddenly seeming unsure himself. “Why are you suddenly agreeing?”

“Truthfully? You looked so disappointed at the prospect of not taking the bike, and I cannot bear seeing you looking so sorrowful.” Sebastian snorted and Elliott leaned in to bump their heads lightly. “I will admit though… I’ve never been on a motorcycle, and the prospect of getting on one, no matter how much I trust you, is…” Elliott looked away and pulled back slightly, sighing as he trailed off.

It was Sebastian who squeezed their hands this time, and when Elliott looked back at him, he was smiling gently in a way that had become more common over the past two years.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he said. “Little secret, I was scared shitless the first dozen or so times I got on a bike on the road. You… probably won’t feel comfortable on it after this one trip. But, I can say that over time, it gets less scary and it becomes… exhilarating. And just… I want to share that with you. I…”

Sebastian paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “I care about you a lot, y’know? I wouldn’t offer to take you on the bike unless I was sure you’d be safe.”

Some of the tension bled out of Elliott at the admissions, and he smiled gently with a slight tilt of his head down at Sebastian. Sebastian returned the smile with one just a bit more sure than the ones shared previously.

It quickly morphed into a smirk. “Besides, I gave up smoking for you, you little shit. You owe me.”

It was said in a teasing tone and it startled a laugh out of Elliott. He had to pull away from Sebastian, whose smirk was more of a shit-eating grin now as he watched Elliott recover from the sudden bout of laughter.

“Fair enough,” Elliott mused once he could control his voice again. He propped his hands on his hips and looked at the bike with a determined expression. “Alright then! Tell me what to do.”

Truthfully, Elliott kept his eyes squeezed shut the entire ride. Both the one Sebastian did around the town to get familiar with Elliott’s weight at his back, Elliott pressed close to him, especially since the writer towered over Sebastian by a good half a foot. But the shorter ride around town was enough for Sebastian to feel completely comfortable riding the bike out of town, and Elliott felt safe enough to go the distance.

The travel time passed by in a blur, really, and Elliott wouldn’t have realized they had stopped if Sebastian hadn’t nudged him backward off him a little.

When he opens his eyes, Elliott cannot contain the gasp. In his peripheral, he sees Sebastian smile, but Elliott cannot tear his gaze away from the view that Sebastian had driven them to.

Zuzu City is in the distance, a sea of black glittering yellow fading into the night sky where streetlights and headlights and illuminated rooms turn to stars sparkling thousands of miles away. Between them on the cliff and the distant city is a forest, one Elliott has seen a few times on both bus and train on his scarce trips to and from Pelican Town. In the cover of night, it is nothing more than a shadow swallowing everything below them whole, and yet Elliott feels anything but fear when gazing at it. All the possibilities of what could be lurking…

He’s pulled from his thoughts when Sebastian slips off the bike, and he helps Elliott climb off it as well. Sebastian doesn’t let go of his hand as they take off their helmets and leave them with the bike to approach the cliff’s edge, and he doesn’t let go as they sit and dangle their feet off the side.

They sit and watch for what could be minutes or an hour, Elliott really isn’t sure, but he doesn’t mind one bit. It’s comfortable silence as they gaze upon the land stretching before them. Sebastian’s thumb eventually begins drawing circles on the back of Elliott’s hand, but he still doesn’t say anything at first.

When he does finally say something, Elliott has to blink and focus, Sebastian’s voice muffled slightly only because he had become so lost in thought. When Elliott turns to Sebastian, the man is chuckling softly and squeezes his hand.

Elliott returns the squeeze and smiles sheepishly. “Apologies, my dear,” he says, quietly, so as to not disturb the peace that has settled around them. “Could you repeat what you said?”

“I said, ‘What do you think?’”

“It’s beautiful,” Elliott says, looking back to the city. “And yet… I’m also filled with a strange sense of sadness. A… a haunting sorrow, if you will, though I cannot place why.”

Sebastian nods, shifting a little closer to Elliott. “I feel the same way.” He tilts his head as he too looks back at the city.

“I used to feel trapped in Pelican Town,” Sebastian says after another minute of silence lapsed between them. “I thought I’d try to leave as soon as I could. Hell, I was planning on doing that. But then… but then we started to talk, and get to know each other. And then you asked me out on a date and… and I haven’t felt so trapped anymore.”

Sebastian turns to look at Elliott fully, and Elliott shifts to give Sebastian his attention. It’s not a hard task, Elliott would give Sebastian the world if he could.

“I know we haven’t dated for that long,” Sebastian began, and he attempted to wring his hands together before realizing that he couldn’t, still holding one of Elliott’s. He grabbed Elliott’s other hand then, twisting their fingers so they were interlocked, and Elliott complied easily, squeezing Sebastian’s hands once his fidgeting had settled a bit. It settled more after the squeeze, at least Elliott suspected it was that, because he was also smiling reassuringly but Sebastian wasn’t looking at his face.

“It’s only been two years, but… in that time, I’ve grown to care about you so much, grown to love you so much. Your writing, your extravagant speech, your passion, and your love. I’ve grown to cherish your nagging and pestering about bad habits,” Sebastian let a teasing smirk grace his face, glancing up at Elliott as he said it. Elliott chuckled while his heart beat a mile a minute. Sebastian let a few seconds pass before he continued.

“I never… I didn’t think I’d find anyone in the valley who could make me feel this way, and yet… here we are.”

“Here we are,” Elliott agreed when Sebastian didn’t continue for a moment. Sebastian was finally holding his gaze, and Elliott let all the adoration he felt for the man in front of him bleed into his expression. Sebastian seemed to melt under the intensity of the gaze, relaxing at whatever he found within Elliott’s eyes, and finally he began talking again.

“Elliott… I… I can’t imagine what my life would be like, anymore, without you in it. And so, I was wondering…” Sebastian withdrew his hands from Elliott’s, twisting around slightly and Elliott tilted to see what Sebastian was grabbing. From his back pocket he pulled out something, though Sebastian kept it cupped in his hands and out of Elliott’s view as he turned back around. His cheeks were pink. He took a deep breath. But when he opened his mouth, words seemed to fail him.

After a moment of struggling to find the words, Sebastian seemed to make up his mind, shaking his head and opening his hands.

From it a blue shell slipped past his fingers, dangling off a thin blue chain. Sebastian held it up between them, his face dusted an even darker shade of red. It took Elliott a second to realize what was happening, what was really, truly happening.

He’d been told of the Mermaid’s Pendant before, just a month or so after he and Sebastian had come out about their relationship - Mayor Lewis hadn’t been subtle once he had noticed the local writer and the town’s renowned “emo” getting much closer. So Elliott knew the significance, and the romantic in him found it a wonderful tradition that, if all went well, he’d love to partake in. He would be a liar if he said he hadn’t imagined giving and receiving it before. To actually be receiving it from Sebastian, however…

His heart swelled in his chest, beating rapidly as he processed just what, exactly, Sebastian was asking of him.

To spend the rest of their lives together. To build their lives together. To move forward, together.

Elliott couldn’t find the words, and he didn’t know when he had looked away from the pendant but he was now looking at Sebastian’s face, unaware and not caring about whatever expression he was wearing. His vision was misty, but Elliott made no effort to reign in or release the tears. He just looked at this wonderful, quiet, and caring man who had had such a profound impact on his life, and soaked in the fact that he wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

It took Sebastian’s face taking on an apprehensive expression to kick Elliott into the realization that he should say something, anything.

But again, the words were failing him.

So, with hands that he hadn’t realized were shaking slightly, he cupped Sebastian’s face gently. “Oh, Sebastian…” he managed to get out.

Sebastian went rigid in his hold, his gaze locked on Elliott’s face, as though trying to look for the answer to his unasked question in Elliott’s very soul. What answer he found must have conveyed everything Elliott couldn’t figure out how to say, because Sebastian relaxed and leaned forward into Elliott’s space.

He rested his forehead against Elliott’s, Elliott’s hands falling away to Sebastian’s shoulders, then arms, then waist. His eyes were closed, but Elliott couldn’t stop staring.

Sebastian brought his hands up, and Elliott watched them pass his head and the pendant dangle above his chest. Sebastian settled his wrists on Elliott’s shoulders, ready to clasp the necklace into place.

“Yes?” Sebastian asked, his voice soft and so, so quiet. He’d opened his eyes again by the time Elliott looked away from the pendant and back to his face.

“Yes,” Elliott said, and he closed the gap between them just as Sebastian closed the clasp.

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brattylikestoeat · 1 year ago

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OK, if you don’t mind being detailed here —- could you please share with the class Re: the following —- how exactly do you go about telling you partner what you want/expect/what kind of treatment you want? Like, you’ve mentioned princess treatment/spoiled GF treatment and I found a lot of what you shared is in line w it what I would want. I’ve just never bothered with guys because I find them annoying… but now I’m curious.

So, let’s say beginning stages with Ted or with someone completely new = what do you usually say/how do you say it? Also,

What are your needs and wants?

Again, I’ve never really explored this because I typically just did for myself but now… if a good dude decided to be giving? Maybe…

I feel like if I have to ask, we already aren’t going to work. Being a gentleman should be a base thing he does because he is a good man.

Do I expect new men I meet to just bow down and hand me their wallet? No.

But I do expect gentlemen behavior and respect.

Is he asking for a date or to just chill?

Does he actually plan a date or make you put in the work?

Opening doors, is a minimum.

With gator it was a process because I wasn’t use to it. He put me on game and then Donald came in and finished.

So when I meet TG, Ted, and 6’7, ect I knew what I expected.

Once we exchanged numbers there is no talking stage for me. Either we going on a date or you are blocked. Extended talking stages are killing the dating game. That is what dates are for, to get to know each other.

I give them two weeks, give or take circumstances. If I’m busy I won’t hold them to that two weeks. But I let them know they are on borrowed time.

Something like, “I really enjoyed texting/calling you, can’t wait to get to know you better in person.” Aka plan a date.

I’m not bougie, I don’t care where the first date is. I know some women frown on coffee dates, or going to chain restaurants. I don’t care. I just wanna see you putting the effort in.

People don’t know what you don’t tell them. I tell everyone how much I love flowers. Now I get them weekly.

As far as being a spoiled gf, idk how to explain this other than if he really like you, he gone do it. And everyone definition of spoiled is different.

I’ve always let it be known that my time is valuable and I won’t allow anyone around me who won’t treat me at the level I treat me or better.

Why do I need a man around if he going to treat me worst or drag me down, and the he expects pussy???

I see it all the time with white women, when their man really loves them, biggest simp in the world.

My needs: I need it all lol. I want all your love, all your attention, all your time, I literally want you to be crazy about me.

My wants: gifts, flowers, money, good dick.

My niggas ain’t millions or billionaires, so I don’t expect a new gwagon with a fully funded trip to Dubai. But yes pay my rent so you know I’m carefree and have a comfortable place to lay at. Yes make sure my car is running well so you know I’m traveling safely.

That isn’t rich nigga shit, that’s just a man who really like you shit. Blue collar men make decent money but most aren’t rich, but they wouldn’t let the women they love be stranded on the side of the road.

Once you find a man that really likes you, he will go the extra mile to ensure you are happy.

#ask

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ajstaria · 2 years ago

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Assigning redacted boys / listeners some people that i have met on our trip right now

That one guy who didnt think twice about giving me his jacket because it was FREEZING cold:

Vincent, Caelum, Ollie, Huxley, Sam, Gavin

That one guy who yelled out "Thank you! Merry christmas!" With the biggest smile to my dad because my dad stopped the car to let him pass:

Gabe, Guy, Ollie, Caelum (idk how hes driving), Elliot

My grandfather who said that the sauce was "too spicy" when it was ketchup and mayonnaise:

Caelum, Asher, Milo, Angel LMFAO, Vincent, Echo, Nick (side eye), Marcus (major offense BLANK stare), Regulus, Blake

My brother who said that he wanted an 'eskalog' (he meant to say 'telescope')

Caelum, Angel, Guy

The children that was screaming their heads off because of how fast the car was going with the road leading down (we were in the mountains):

The Shaw Pack when they were all like 7 year olds + Caelum, Freelancer

That man on the table next to us who wanted to borrow the sauce on our table but he was too shy to ask for it so he was just looking at the sauce:

Lasko, Geordi

My dad who told me to take a picture of the horse head (it was a big ass rock carved and painted to look like a lion head):

Ivan, Huxley, Geordi, Asher, Angel, Lovely, Freelancer

The girl who asked her dad why nitrogen was important for the wheels on a car, he said it was to make it stable. And she just muttered to herself with "i wish i was filled nitrogen.":

Sweetheart, Tank, Lovely, every redacted character thats mentally ill 🥶🥶

I was supposed to post this on xmas day, i just forgot to post it woopsies

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mentallyrecovering · 2 years ago

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Choose Your Own Adventure

this intro is a LONG intro with details about the characters life, motives, and background. Explains why they are on a road trip and where they are going. So it is long but I wanted to write it as if its a book. if you don't like ti please give me feedback!

long story intro beyond the keep reading

Taylor, Sam, Hazel, And Rowan were laying on the beach basking in the sun. It was a beautiful day, the day after graduation, the day that they were free from the shackles of high school. It had been tough their senior year, Taylor had broken up with their partner whom they dated since the first day of freshman year. They had been a couple up until they graduated when their partner had a change of mind and wanted to be “free” for college.

Sam, Hazel, and Rowan were right by Taylors side. They had spent hours cheering Taylor up, “They weren’t the one”, “They didn’t really love you”, “it was for the best”. Nothing seemed to cheer Taylor up.

Hazel wasn’t much better than Taylor. They had lost their mom in a car accident the first week of their senior year. It had been tough. Hazel kept it bottled up in order to keep the friend group cheerful and bright. Of course everyone took the time to cheer them up, offering up hugs and supplying the group with all you can eat chocolate. Chocolate solves any problem you have in life.

Rowan and Sam on the other hand had no major life events happen beside graduation. They had a pretty normal, if not mundane, senior year. Of course senior year is tough for anyone. Who has motivation to keep doing school work knowing you will be free in just a few short months. No one in the group had a particular plan in place as far as college. Their parents wanted to push them into college. Taylor’s parents wanted them to go to UCLA. Sams parents wanted them to go to NYU. Rowan’s parents wanted them to go to UT.

Hazel, on the other hand, was odd in the college conversation. Having lost their mom in a car accident had subdued their desire to go to college. Afterall, why would they go to college when every single milestone brought back memories of the past. The others in the group trying to raise their spirits were somewhat helpful but not really. They would brighten up around the group but as soon as they were alone they would cry. Losing your mother was going to be a lifelong battle for Hazel.

The group sat on the beach, salty air blowing into their face. Seagulls squawked in the air waiting for the right time to snag some food from an unsuspecting beach goers hand. They were silent, just enjoying the moment, absorbing the wonderful sun under their freshly graduated selves.

Suddenly Taylor blurted out, “how about a road trip?’ the three looked at her confused but interested. Taylor went on saying “Look I just broke up with the person of my dreams, Hazel lost the most important member of her family, and you two…” Taylor paused for a second resting their hand on their cheek then continued, “you two need to go on an adventure as well. You both need a reward for graduating and then me and Hazel just need some time to recover.” Hazel was silent, they weren’t sure how a road trip would cheer them up, but hey, give it a shot. Nothing could be any worse than going home to a house with no mom in it. Sam and Rowan agreed instantly! A road trip would be amazing.

Taylor’s mom let them borrow the car for a trip. The group spent hours trying to find out where to go. After awhile they made a plan. They were going to go from their coastal town Lawrence to the forested state park in Lebanon. They packed up and set out for their adventure.

They were a couple dozen miles into the trip when they needed to stop for gas and have a bathroom break. While they were there Taylor looked at their phone and saw some fun events to go to. The event choices were:

A dog agility competition a few miles away north in a town called pawsville

A natural history museum a few miles to the east in a town called Earthville, which would cause them to back track a bit.

They could keep driving for a bit and stop at this nice restaurant that was being advertised called Mama Suedes BBQ in Brisketville which was directly to the west in the direction they were headed.

Link to CYOA #1 https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716212039957315584/i-have-to-add-that-there-will-be-reading-in-the?source=share

#CYOA #CYOA 2

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attemptinghaikyuu · 1 year ago

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~Chose your own Ending~

Osamu was a cautious driver. It was probably one of the only things you could respect about him.

You knew you’d get to your destination unharmed physically.

Mentally, you were a little scared for yourself.

You’d already built up a mini barrier in your mind and you were currently in the process making one with a bag to keep some distance between the two of you in real life. You were trying to be discreet, but the side eye you were getting told you that you weren’t being as sneaky as you wanted.

“Shouldn’t you focus on the road?” You huffed as you decided to abandon your little barrier.

“Are ya saying I’m not focusing?”

The side eye you had been given before was nothing to the scathing look you were given at insinuating Osamu wasn’t paying attention.

You decide to stay silent. The quiet looms over you both.

Osamu’s the first to break it.

“You really should just drive yourself if ya don’t like my driving,”

His brow is furrowed like he might actually care what you think.

Osamu Miya and his stellar attitude, front and center again. Give him a round of applause folks!

You let your internal sarcasm leak out,

“I will, with the car I have that can absolutely fit Rin, Toya, and I!”

You hear his scoff, and without looking to you he pulls over and says simply, once he’s in park, “hop out, here’s the car you can drive that’ll fit ya all.”

“What?”

“You wanna drive?” He turns to you, “well here you go.”

You felt yourself heating up. Osamu was messing with you big time. And he was smiling at you now. Well, fine. You could have fun with this.

You were definitely glad Osamu was a cautious driver. Because you were about to be the worst.

Smiling back with your teeth, you click out of your seatbelt. Hopefully, Osamu was serious and would let you behind the wheel of his vehicle. He does. You get in on the drivers side and make all the needed adjustments.

It doesn’t take long for him to start yelling, and you to start laughing.

“You don’t run red lights! You’re supposed to stop sooner then yellow!”

“That doesn’t make any sense, I can’t stop before yellow,” you don’t hide the laughter in your voice.

“This isn’t a joke anymore! Pullover the car.”

He’s staring at you so seriously, and he’s so on edge. You can’t believe you’re 9 miles over the speed limit and getting this kind of reaction. You had friends who were genuine hazards on the road but here you were; going through a couple yellow lights and only just speeding, and you were giving Osamu a heart attack.

“Do you not like my driving Osamu?” You ask politely. “I thought you wanted me to drive.”

“I don’t want a damn reckless driver operating my car!”

He shouts it, though you can barely hear it as the sound of a car barreling down on you overpowers his voice.

The car drives by at least twice as fast as you were driving. When you see the look on Osamu’s face you can’t help a burst of laughter.

In this single moment you like Osamu and this situation just a tiny bit.

You like him even more when he says, seemingly without thinking, “Reckless ass..”

“Excuse you? I thought that was me?”

You laugh at yourself and find you can’t help laughing harder when Osamu joins in.

After that, he actually relaxes a bit and you pick up Suna first and finally Komori, who apologizes profusely and thanks Osamu for letting you borrow the car for the trip. He looks a little confused as to why you’re the one driving, and probably also concerned as to why you seem so calm around Osamu right now. You’re saved from trying to explain anything as he is quickly distracted by Suna, handing him a bag of his favorite snacks.

As Komori gives one last thanks, Osamu decides to drop a very important bit of withheld information that puts you right back on edge.

“Sure, no problem,” you think, no you know, Osamu just looked over at you. “I’m excited for this trip too.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x reader #suna rintaro #komori motoya #haikyuu thoughts #<- tag this series is under #this has been so much fun to write so far :3 #hehe I’m so excited to see what you all choose

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umichenginabroad · 10 months ago

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Bring on the Blue Mountains! (Week 9)

After returning from Tasmania, it was time for me to recharge again before my family came to town. This meant some more local traveling, as well as catching up on sleep! On Tuesday, once my photography class ended in Paddington, I took to the streets to find a new route to explore which led me to Rushcutters Bay Park along the water just a bit east of the Opera House. The park and nearby pier reemphasized my love for the Sydney coast.

Not pictured: dozens of dogs playing in the field.

More than the incredible beaches and vast ocean, the coast is full of the greenest parks and forests, houses climbing up rolling hills, and people. People exercising, playing with their dogs, picnicking like there’s no tomorrow, or just enjoying the beautiful weather. Even at night, the cityscape illuminates the water and makes Darling Harbour the perfect place to take a seat and catch up with friends.

Darling Harbour at night!

Along Coogee Bay Rd, the central road of Coogee beach, I finally got to try a Vietnamese food stop which always has the longest lines in the area and runs out of food before the sun sets. The chicken banh mi I got instantly became my favorite local meal and I got it again only a few days later.

My week ended with a hostel group trip to the Blue Mountains just about 2 hours from Sydney. Known for their vast canyons and incredibly diverse greenery, the Blue Mountains are a popular site for both locals and tourists as they’re full of hikes and unmatched sites. In fact, the most popular hike which we took is called the Grand Canyon trail which takes you to Australia’s own Grand Canyon! I can’t say it compares to the one in Arizona, but it sure makes a mouth drop. The several mile hike winds down into the valley where you’re immersed in a rocky rainforest before taking you uphill to a much drier walk full of completely different flora. The hike exemplified Australia’s endlessly diverse landscape as well as the easy access to nature from the city.

^ The start of the Grand Canyon hiking trail.

^ The Grand Canyon! It sure is greener than the one in Arizona, but can you also spot the blueish mist? They are called the Blue Mountains, after all!

^ The squad!

The trip to the Blue Mountains did expose a harsh reality of day trips - the logistics of getting there and back. Tired of taking public transport everywhere, my friends wanted to try Uber Carshare which lets you borrow someone’s car for hours/days at a time without going through the hassle of renting. The problem was that the car we booked was a 40-minute transport away anyway, and didn’t cut down the travel time compared to the train at all. And when it came to returning the car, we spent 20 minutes trying to parallel park it into the exact same spot we got it from despite the fact that the car simply did not fit into the spot. We then realized that the Uber app had a different drop-off location specified which prompted us to try again at this new location, but to no avail. Between the one-way roads and cones in our path, we couldn’t even reach the parking spot and had to park as close as we could manage. Then, as Shaunak went to take pictures of the car to submit to the app as proof of good condition, his phone died! At that point, we suggested the others go home and the two of us set off to find a USB-C charger. Adamant that we didn’t need to go home or find a store where we could buy one (there were none in the vicinity), I led us to a nearby student accommodation apartment building. I was confident that if we asked enough people, someone would help. As luck would have it, the very first person we talked to who worked in the lobby happened to have a USB-C charger right there with him! He was generous enough to let us use it and hangout in the lobby while we waited.

The logistics of planning trips, between finding housing and flights, coordinating activities, and figuring out how we’ll get around is not an easy task for a bunch of procrastinators, but with each trip and excursion we get just a little bit better. The fact that we haven’t quite planned a week-long trip to New Zealand for 14 people in just two weeks is a little worrisome, but a reality for many students studying abroad. I look forward to sharing a bit more about that in the future! Until then, cheers!

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

#umichenginabroad #ipewinter24 #ipeunsw #australia #davidbayer

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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THIS WRITINGGGGGGGGGGGG

man i am now almost scared this is gonna be like P5 Vanilla where the story kiiiiinda peaks with Kamoshida and then all the subsequent rulers sans Futaba are just like... lesser overall. please don't let Alice be the peak but where do you go after this?????

I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED someone else who was into Tales of the Borderlands to hear me right now: This guy is if Rhys was a smug cop. He's just Rhys. I'm losing my mind.

GODDAMMIT FUTABA

why is no one in the phantom thieves, like, aware of consequences at all? it's baffling.

Anyway, Chaz is back to hear if Reverie with make a deal with him, help him investigate these incidents and find the true culprit. In return, he pinky-swear promises to keep them out of the jail.

Yeah, sure. Okay. Dunno if I trust like that, but there ain't a lot of choice here.

oh this will be fun

The Thieves attempt to explain the Metaverse to Chaz and his reaction is pretty predictable.

So they just take him to the Jail, which conveniently didn't collapse like the Palaces. Isn't that nice and convenient? I think so.

Chaz is my favorite character. Honestly it's so nice to have more adults in the story. As mentioned in the P5R round up, I think having them around and interacting meaningfully with the Thieves really helps.

Anyway, Chaz pulls himself together and makes a solemn promise.

"That is my vow."

It's interesting to squint at him after P4G and P5R, dealing with liars like Adachi and Akechi. This feels like the set up for round three of being unable to trust any motherfucker who works with the police in a Persona game

but also, the game gave Chaz a much more personable and sympathetic establishment of character, the moment he broke out laughing in the super serious meeting. Adachi and Akechi didn't get that; Akechi was set up from the start as a very canny rival to be wary of and Adachi was set up as a non-entity so his big reveal would sneak up on you.

I think it'd be interesting if the twist this time was our police liason guy this time around was a decent guy. Let's buck tradition just a bit.

Chaz explains the next person he wants the kids to investigate is someone in Hokkaido.

As the start menu alluded to, this is a ROAD TRIP GAME. I am.... honestly kind of hyped? After a whole game spent in virtual Tokyo, it'd be very cool to see more of Japan through that lens. I dunno how in-depth this is going to be, but it's a great conceit.

Except Chaz says the team needs to figure out transportation and not take the train/planes because what if a Monarch realizes who the Thieves are and uses their overt mind control to, say, crash a plane they're all on?

Yeah, that's a good enough excuse. We need a transportation!

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD CAN WE BORROW THE CAR?

ps guys i don't think i can stop calling him chaz, help. he's just chaz now.

#p5s #persona liveblog

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snappedsky · 1 year ago

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Fanatics 100

The team say their goodbyes as Gaz, Pepito, and Squee leave the city.

This is it. The finale. The epilogue. The very last chapter. It's insane to think about. I posted the very first chapter of Fanatics on my deviantart January 23, 2015. That's almost ten years ago! That's so much time! If you want to read my complete thoughts on this, there'll be a post about it on my deviantart (Murderousmanic18) and on my tumblr but for now, thank you very much for reading. And kudos if you've read it all from the beginning. That is no easy feat. I hope you enjoyed and I hope you stick around to read my other stuff. There's my ongoing Borderlands OC fic, Skies, and I have other, new ideas brewing. Thanks again <3

Finally, the Finale

“It...won’t fit...” Squee groans painfully.

“It’ll fit,” Pepito insists, “just...gotta...squeeze...” “There’s not enough room!”

“Just push it in!”

“It’s too big!”

“Hey!”

Squee and Pepito look up at Gaz as she comes down the front walk from her house. “You guys better not break any of my stuff.”

The boys stop trying to shove her boxes into the trunk of Membrane’s car. “Why you packing so much shit anyway?” Pepito questions, “you’re just going to L.A., not on a fucking nomadic retreat.”

“It’s all important stuff,” Gaz insists.

“It’s all her gaming consoles,” Zim argues as he and Tak leave the house, carrying more boxes.

“Christ, Squee and I are going on the road and we didn’t even pack as much,” Pepito remarks.

“Oh, get out of the way,” Gaz snaps, “I’ll pack it in.” As she sticks the boxes into the trunk, Professor Membrane exits the house. “Ready to go, daughter?”

“Almost, Dad,” she replies.

“How come Dib isn’t making the trip with you?” Squee asks.

As if on cue, Dib rushes out of the house and hugs Gaz. “I’m gonna miss you so much!”

“This is why,” she grumbles with annoyance, her voice slightly muffled in his chest.

“It’s gonna be so quiet without you,” Dib whimpers.

“Yeah,” Tak agrees, “one might say ‘peaceful’.”

“I don’t know how peaceful it’ll be with Zim living there,” Pepito comments.

“Zim is the perfect roommate,” Zim argues.

“What about Gir, Minimoose, and Skoodge?” Squee questions.

“Zim cannot vouch for them.”

After wrestling out of Dib’s grasp, Gaz closes the trunk with a victorious grunt. “Okay. I’m packed.”

“Then let us get on the road!” Membrane declares.

“No!” Dib cries and hugs Gaz again. She snarls but doesn’t try to push him off. Instead she looks at the rest of her friends, her usual scowl softening.

“So...I guess...this is it,” Pepito says and glances down the road. Parked nearby is Carmen’s car- which she’s actually borrowing from her dad- with Carmen, Colton, and Maddie waiting next to it, and Johnny’s car, with Johnny, Devi, and Tenna.

“Why did you guys have to all leave on the same day?” Zim grumbles.

“Seemed appropriate,” Squee replies, “better to get it out of the way all at once than draw it out.”

Having said that, they don’t hurry to get it out of the way. They just stand together, awkwardly.

Finally, Gaz takes a deep breath and pulls her arm out of Dib’s grip, holding it out. “Bring it in.”

Without a second of hesitation, they all close in to a group hug, squeezing tight.

“Now you all listen to your leader, Zim,” Zim demands, “you go out and you live great lives. But don’t be gone too long. A leader isn’t a leader without his team.”

“We won’t be gone forever,” Squee points out, “we can meet up again for holidays.”

“And there’s no way we won’t keep in contact,” Pepito adds.

“You losers take care of yourselves, got it,” Gaz grunts.

“And don’t get into too much trouble,” Tak adds, “at least not without me.”

“We’ll always be a team, right...?” Dib whimpers.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Dib,” Zim snaps, “of course we will.”

They all squeeze even tighter.

“Alright, let me go,” Gaz demands.

In an instant, everyone lets go, except Dib, who still holds her tight. She elbows him in the ribs, knocking him down, and takes a deep breath.

“I’ll call you later, Dib,” she mutters.

“You better,” he croaks.

“Make great games!” Zim demands.

Gaz cracks a smile and nods before getting into the car. Everyone watches as it drives away and disappears down the road.

“Our turn?” Pepito asks.

Squee smiles sadly and nods.

“Pepito, become a great musician,” Zim orders, “and Squee, the knowledge you get during your travels will be beneficial to me when I take over this planet.”

“Then I’ll try to learn a lot,” Squee replies.

“Take care, guys,” Dib says.

“And we’ll take care of the city while you’re gone,” Tak adds.

Squee and Pepito smile and nod then head down the road to their cars.

“Do you remember once you said you could never leave the city?” Pepito asks.

“I remember,” Squee replies, “and I stand by that. I definitely could never live anywhere else. This is just...a vacation.”

He nods agreeably. “I guess we do deserve that. Hopefully it’s one where we don’t have to battle aliens or Eldritch god monsters.”

“Low chance of that.”

Pepito chuckles. Then he suddenly stops and grabs Squee’s hand. He looks at him as their fingers lace together.

Pepito leans forward, resting his forehead on Squee’s. “I...love you, you know.”

Squee smiles softly. “I guess I must love you too.”

Pepito smiles as they lean closer together and kiss.

Nearby, Colton, Carmen, and Maddie are watching. Carmen and Maddie smile warmly as Colton fans himself. “Aw man, I am so gonna cry...”

Across the road, Johnny, Devi, and Tenna are also watching.

“I’m not gonna kiss you,” Devi grunts.

“I don’t want you to!” Johnny snaps.

She leans just a bit closer to him, just so that their shoulders barely touch. “How long you gonna be gone?”

“Dunno,” he replies, “it’s up to the kid. You gonna be a famous artist by the time we’re back?”

“Maybe. If you’re gone for a few hundred years.”

Johnny swallows. “You could...come...if you wanted...”

Devi looks at him. “Would you actually want that?”

He looks away, embarrassed. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t bring it up.” She smiles. “Thanks, but...I got my own path I gotta follow...even it means cutting through the trees.”

Johnny nods understandably. They’re solemnly quiet for a second before Tenna suddenly hugs him. “We’ll miss you, Nny!”

“Get off!” he barks, shoving her to the ground.

Devi chuckles. “We will miss you.”

He scratches his cheek, blushing lightly. “I’ll miss you too...I suppose...”

Squee walks over, finished with his goodbye with Pepito, and Devi and Tenna hug him tight. “We’ll miss you more though,” Devi says.

“I’ll miss you guys too,” Squee replies. “Take care of the house?”

“You bet.”

They let him go as Johnny gets into the driver’s seat. Squee opens the passenger door but stops as he sees Carmen’s car driving away. She, Colton, Maddie, and Pepito wave to him as they pass. Squee waves back then gets into the car.

He sighs heavily as he leans back in his seat, rubbing his eyes.

“You alright?” Johnny asks.

Squee takes a deep breath but before he can answer, Nugget jumps over from the backseat and curls up in his lap. “Yes,” he replies.

Johnny nods and starts the car. He does a quick shoulder check, freezing as he sees what’s in the backseat. “Okay, I’m fine with bringing Nugget, but did you have to bring them too?”

Squee looks back at the plushies of Shmee, Nailbunny, Mr. Fuck, Psycho Doughboy, Reverend Meat, and Sickness. “Of course. They’re family.”

“But why are they buckled in?”

“Safety first.”

“Alright,” Johnny grunts and pulls away from the curb. Squee waves as they drive by Zim, Dib, and Tak, and they wave back.

“So where to first?” Johnny asks as they drive through the city.

“I guess we should visit Granny Cammie,” Squee replies.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “she’d probably be mad if we didn’t.”

“We can stay there for a day and tomorrow...I don’t know. I guess we’ll just...see what happens.”

Johnny nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

They leave the city onto the expansive highway that seems to disappear into the horizon and follow it, to whatever happens next.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

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mortemoppetere · 2 years ago

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TIMING: last night (06/12) LOCATION: a mean old lady's house PARTIES: @itzbridiebitch & @mortemoppetere SUMMARY: emilio and bridie track down the owner of the cursed necklace. it doesn't go how they might have hoped. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Once Teddy suggested the presence of a curse, it became painfully obvious. Of course a curse would explain the voices in his head. Emilio had been so prepared to accept his own mind failing him that he’d allowed himself to forget the way there were often other things at play… especially in a town like Wicked’s Rest.

After that, it had just been a matter of tracking down the cause. Something harder than it normally would have been, thanks to the voices in his head. He retraced his steps with a clenched jaw, trying to go back through old cases. And it was hard. It felt impossible, at moments. Did the jilted ex-husband who’d lost everything in the divorce thanks to Axis Investigations know a good spellcaster? Was the mourning mother whose son Emilio had only been able to find in pieces taking her grief out on the most convenient target she could find? Everyone was a suspect, and Emilio’s addled mind could hardly separate one from the other.

Until the news story came across his proverbial desk. Local Pawn Shop Owner Dies. He recognized the man only vaguely, but vaguely was enough. He’d made a note that the guy was squirrelly when he’d asked him about the necklace, but he’d assumed it had just been due to the shady nature of most of the items in his shop. Looking back now, he recognized it a little easier. The way his eyes darted around without settling on anything, the way his voice was an octave louder than it should have been. Of course the stupid necklace was cursed. Of course.

So, he’d reached out to the club owner. If the shop owner was cursed, odds were that the club owner was, too. And what he’d found was hardly surprising. She was experiencing the same shit he was, and she wanted answers just as badly.

But apparently, she wasn’t willing to trust him to find them on his own.

He glanced over at her in the seat next to him, the car ‘borrowed’ from a street corner in Worm Row. “You sure you can handle this? I’ll do the talking. You just have to stand there.” Really, she could wait in the car… but he knew what she’d say if he brought that up, and he was too tired to argue. Sleep was even harder to come by now than it usually was, and that was saying something.

—

There were six voices in her brain other than her own now. Bridie’d lost track of who was saying what after the fourth voice had joined the fray. It was a jabbering, maddening mess, and she hadn’t been able to hear herself think in so long.

Of course it had been that stupid fucking gaudy necklace.

A curse made sense. It certainly felt ‘curse-y’. It felt like a living hell, actually. Her nerves were shot, and shadows rimmed her usually bright eyes from a lack of sleep.

A voice outside her head cut through the cacophony in her brain and she looked over at Emilio. As if she was going to let him square this away alone. She had scoffed at the suggestion. She’d had far too much go wrong since his little sob story about his momma’s long lost necklace. She should have smelled that bullshit a mile away. Of course, now the necklace’s curse had made both their lives waking nightmares, so he’d probably been punished enough.

“I’m not a delicate little daisy who can’t listen to a normal conversation. I’ve had a mass murderer calling me lamb chop for I don’t even know how long now, and no one else can hear it. I think I can handle a conversation about getting a stupid curse broken.” Bridie grumbled. “Sorry, I’m not usually this… this.” She gestured vaguely. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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She didn’t look like she was faring any better than he was, which didn’t make this a very promising trip. How long could the two of them keep this up? Emilio wished he had more of a timeline on the pawn shop owner, wished he’d asked the man exactly what day the necklace had first come to him. But why would he have? He’d been wholly focused on finding the damn thing then. If he’d known it was cursed, he never would have taken the case at all.

Bridie still would be, though. So maybe she was lucky he’d taken the case, even if he wasn’t.

“Never said you were,” he said gruffly, the response a little belated. It took a moment for him to register what she said, took a moment for him to realize that it was her speaking and not the voices in his head. You’re slipping fast, Cortez. Won’t be long now. He hoped the woman who’d hired him had some answers. If they went in and found her just as cursed as they were… Well. That’d be a bad sign. “Don’t have to apologize. Think I’ve got a good idea why you’re like this.” He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before steeling himself and opening the car door. “Let’s go, then.”

Trusting that Bridie would follow, he made his way up the long walkway and towards the impressive house stretched out in front of them. The woman had money; that had never been in question. But money wouldn’t break a curse. Emilio just hoped she’d have some idea what would.

—-

“I know you didn’t,” she sighed, rubbing at her eyes. One of the voices decided to start screaming. The blood curdling sound rattled it’s way around the faun’s head, and she couldn’t keep the soft distressed whimper the whined out of her at bay. “Let’s hope you do, because this is a circle of hell I never wanted to be in.”

It was a big house. Bridie probably would have thought about it more if the voice wasn’t still shrieking and jabbering. It was almost as though the voices were acting out their own little lives up there in their brain. Perhaps they were tormenting one another just as much as they were tormenting her.

They walked up to the front door, and it took all the faun’s will power to ensure her glamour stayed firmly in place. She tucked a rogue cotton-candy curl behind her ear as she reached out and pressed the doorbell once, twice, three times for good measure. She glanced over at her companion and shrugged. “Her hearing an annoying doorbell is nothing comparatively.”

_____

“Tell me about it.” The words were muttered under his breath, probably too quiet for her to hear over the shit going on in her head. Emilio probably wouldn’t have heard it himself if not for the fact that it was him who said it.

Bridie rung the doorbell and said… something. Emilio couldn’t quite register her words, but he nodded anyway. He figured they’d know as soon as the woman answered the door whether she was suffering the same curse they were or not. Emilio knew he looked haggard, and Bridie didn’t look much better. She’d been cursed longer than he had, but maybe she was better at hiding it. Or… maybe it affected hunters differently than other humans. (Was Bridie human? All Emilio could determine for certain was that she wasn’t undead.)

The door swung open and Emilio’s client stood in the entry, looking… fine. Normal, cheery, unbothered. Unsurprised. She took in the pair of houseguests with a quirk of her brow, a hint of amusement sparking in her eyes. “Ah,” she greeted, “the detective. I did wonder if you might come sniffing back around here.”

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question; it came out flat and unamused, with the barest hint of anger behind it, because how could he be anything but? This woman let him get cursed, and she did it knowingly. He was allowed to be pissed.

“Well, I didn’t know about her.” The woman glanced to Bridie. “Is she the thief? Did you break into my home?” There was an almost teasing lilt to her tone, infuriatingly pleased as if Emilio and Bridie weren’t half insane on her doorstep.

—

The homeowner (or at least Bridie assumed she was the owner) opened the door practically smirking. The faun didn’t get angry frequently. Most of the time she was too busy having a good time to bother getting angry. And if someone did something to wrong her or irk her, it was usually all too easy to make them spiral into euphoria, giving in to her desire, usually to their detriment.

She didn’t quite hear what the woman said to Emilio, as the voices picked that time to launch into a monologue on the best ways to dispose of a body. But she did manage to gauge the look on Emilio’s face, the tone of his voice. Good. Bridie wasn’t the only one who was pissed.

The voices shut up long enough so Bridie could hear herself slandered as a thief. “Excuse you?” she said, pushing past the woman so she now stood on the opposite side of the threshold. “This is the first time I’ve stepped foot in your house. So I think you should be nice, and show us further inside so we can have a nice chat.” Her voice was far too sweet, and was in stark contrast to the rage that started to simmer in her eyes. “By the way, I don’t believe I heard it. Can I have your name?”

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Bridie was offended, and Emilio couldn’t quite blame her. He liked her, he decided, far more than he had on that first meeting. Back then, she’d been an inconvenience. A person standing in his way, feet planted firmly between him and his payday. But now? She was on his side. And she wasn’t a bad person to have onside.

He followed her in as she shoved her way into the house, shuffling a little as the voices in his mind distracted him. The woman looked a little irritated at the invasion, but that infuriating smirk didn’t fall from her lips. Emilio thought he might like to remove it for her, but he couldn’t quite muster the energy to say so.

Bridie was speaking again, and Emilio tuned in to a familiar phrase. Can I have your name? Rhett had warned him about that, a thousand times. Another way fae stole from people, he’d said, another dirty trick. So Bridie was fae. It didn’t bother him the way he knew Rhett would think it should have, and as much as he might like to chalk that up to the curse, he knew it wasn’t accurate. He’d made plenty of friends who weren’t human, plenty of friends his brother wouldn’t approve of. What was one more?

The woman’s smile tightened. “Ooh, you’re one of those, are you? Never seen it on one of you before. You can’t have my name. I don’t think I have much of anything for you.” Savvy, then. Enough to know what not to do with a fae. A shame; if Bridie had gotten her name, they could have used that. Leverage, a bargaining chip, whatever you wanted to call it, it would have been nice to have. Instead, they were stuck with…

“Tell us how to undo it.” He blurted it out without meaning to, the words jumbled as they left his mouth. The woman turned back to him, smile softening again.

“Oh, you poor things. You both look terrible. I’d offer you some tea, but I don’t want to waste it. It’s not like it’ll make much of a difference, will it?” She laughed the empty, airy laugh that wealthy people so often used.

—

The tiny flame of hope in her chest guttered out at that sentence. One of those. “Those what, you’ll have to be more specific. One of those people that is in your house now? Yes I am.” Bridie said testily. “And you are the sort of person who gets off on not helping other people, apparently. I’m betting you won the guess who’s going to the retirement home contest with your family.” At least now her exhaustion had a target.

She glanced at Emilio as his demand tumbled out. Bridie pointed at him as if to say ‘what he said,’ before rubbing at her eyes. She could almost smell the woman’s delight as the woman started talking again. Bridie couldn’t quite hear the words- not as the cacophony in her head swelled again like the world’s worst orchestra- but the all to pleased tone was accompanied with a faint scent that Bridie often latched onto as the promise of a good meal. Delight. Unfortunately, this woman’s smelled like a powdery lily fragrance that the faun associated with boring old women with horrible taste. Funny how people always reflected a bit of themselves in their emotions.

She realized the woman had said something, and based on the stupid smug look on her face, it wasn’t good. “Can you like. Cut the shit? For five fucking minutes, you depressing old hag?” The faun grumbled under her breath. She looked at Emilio, at a loss.

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Even without a curse putting him on edge, Emilio had little patience for people like this. He’d never been much good at conversation and, as a result, he didn’t like beating around the bush. Whether Bridie felt similarly or the curse simply had her sharing in the sentiment today, he wasn’t sure. In any case, though, he was glad for it. He nodded as she spoke, glaring at the woman sullenly and trying to push the voices in his head aside long enough to maintain a presence in the conversation.

The woman sighed, shaking her head at the rudeness from her guests. “The necklace I sent you to retrieve was cursed, yes,” she said, addressing Emilio. Glancing back to Bridie, she added, “And I suppose you had some contact with it as well. It spreads through extended physical contact.”

“You’re not cursed,” Emilio pointed out in a low mumble. The woman smiled.

“You really are a detective, aren’t you?” She cooed, and he glared at her until she continued. “Yes, a keen observation. I’m not cursed. It was placed on the necklace by an ancestor some centuries ago. She used her blood in the ritual. Anyone of the same bloodline is immune to the effects. Call it an anti-theft system. An effective one, mind you. I suppose if the two of you are this bad off, the thief’s already gotten what was coming to them. Good riddance.”

“Stop,” Emilio ground out. “Just — Just stop talking. Tell us how to fix it.” She must have a failsafe, right? Some way of keeping people from succumbing to it? But as he smile tightened, he realized he knew what she was going to say well before she said it.

“I’m afraid I can’t fix it. Not without damaging the heirloom and, well, I did just go through an awful lot of trouble getting it back, didn’t I? It’d be a waste to let you damage it now.”

—

Bridie dead panned at the woman’s comment about her contact with the necklace. “No shit, Sherlock.” Based on Emilio’s reaction, he was probably just about as fed up with the woman’s bullshit as she was.

A blood curse? Alarm bells clanged through the faun’s mind. Mortals and their goddamn need to play with magic. She knew enough to know that stumbling into a blood curse was bad. She was grateful when the woman was cut off by her cursed compatriot. The woman’s voice was just as painful to listen to as the myriad of voices fighting over each other in her brain. She wanted to yell at all of them to shut up shut up shut up, but then she’d have to listen to herself too. If she got out of this, she wouldn’t think a single thing and would simply relish in the silence.

I can’t fix it.

“No you won’t fix it. You can fix it because you know how. You won’t fix it because you’re a terrible person with shitty taste in gaudy things that hurt people.” She snapped over the roar of voices in her head, every muscle in her body dreaming of nothing more than doing a happy little jig on the woman to trample her. Bridie looked at Emilio, silently pleading with the man to let her strangle the old bat.

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Looking to Bridie, the woman considered her for a moment before shrugging. “I suppose you’re at least partially right. I could fix it. But I’m not going to.” Her smile was wry and unamused and cruel, and Emilio wanted so badly to wipe it off her face any way he could. But where there was one curse, there could be more. Killing her might start more problems than it solved.

(And there was another reason, too. The way his own voice had joined in with the awful, awful people speaking in his head, the way it sounded like it belonged with them. He was just as bad as the rest of them, he knew. He wanted to be better.)

“You’re not very good houseguests, are you? Rude, quiet. I think it’d be better if you were off now.” Still smiling that terrible, fake smile, she waved a hand towards the door. “Go on, then. I’d say you’ve still got a few days left in you. Well…” Her eyes slid over to Emilio, whose jaw was tightly clenched. “Maybe a little less. I’d suggest making the most of them.”

Emilio swallowed, the lump in his throat making it seem a Herculean task. Reaching out, he gripped Bridie’s upper arm perhaps a little too tightly. Half a warning for her, half a lifeline for him. “There is nothing for us here.” He spoke slowly, trying to fit his tongue around the words. His accent was heavier than it usually was, all the effort he usually put into lessening it shifted just to make sure he’d be heard. This was getting them nowhere. They needed to leave so they could come up with a new plan. If this woman wouldn’t help them, they’d find another way. They had to.

—

Bridie wanted to cry. Wanted to scream. Wanted to make this woman dance until she exhausted herself, and then make her keep dancing as Bridie slowly slipped away from sanity as the curse demanded. Or until death claimed her. Whichever came first.

A low keening noise was the only indication that she gave. She wouldn’t sob. Not in front of that miserable old bitch. And crying would be a waste of whatever time she had left. The faun flinched at the feeling of a hand on her arm. Had phantom hands come to join the phantom voices? But she saw a hand on her arm. Saw where the hand connected to a wrist, that connected to an arm, that connected to Emilio. And she let him tow her away.

It was over.

It was all over.

But it couldn’t be over. It couldn’t- she was only twenty-eight! So young, with so much more to do, to celebrate, to taste, to experience, why- why should she have to slip into madness and then oblivion now-

Her thoughts joined the screaming masses inside her head. Some laughed. Some screamed. Some sang. Some whispered. She wasn’t sure which was hers. Her glamour wavered as her thoughts got lost and her focus slipped.

But then she remembered the hand on her arm, and covered it with her own. She reinforced her glamour and gritted her teeth. “All of you, just shut the fuck up.” She hissed to the voices, who seemed surprised to be addressed at last, and gave momentary pause. She looked to Emilio once they were far away, her hand still holding tightly to the one on her arm. “Let’s get in the car. We need to talk.”

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There was a moment, a fraction of a second where her form seemed to shimmer. From a relatively normal looking woman to something else — curling horns, strange legs, fur. It was gone so quickly that Emilio could almost believe it had been a part of the curse… but he remembered her words inside. Can I have your name? Turning his head to the side, he pretended he hadn’t seen it just as he’d pretended not to see Teddy’s face shift when their glasses slipped down their face in their boathouse months ago, just like he pretended not to notice the way Perro loved Ren the way he only ever loved people who weren’t entirely human. He was getting good at pretending. He’d never been able to tell if that was a good thing or a bad one.

Nodding as Bridie spoke, he pulled her towards the car, half leading her and half leaning on her. He opened the passenger's side door to let her in, then moved over to the driver’s side to climb in himself. For a moment, he just sat there. He made no move to start the car, but his hands gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white with the force of it. Closing his eyes, he sighed.

“It’s the necklace,” he said, though that was obvious. “I mean, it’s — We have to get the necklace. Break it. That’s the only thing I can think of.” If it were something simpler, the woman probably wouldn’t have been so adamantly against it. No matter how cruel she might be, she wouldn’t deny them relief if relief cost her nothing to give. Emilio had to believe that much. Opening his eyes, he turned back to Bridie. “We’re gonna need to steal it.”

—

Bridie nodded in agreement. “Steal it, burn her house to the ground in an attempt to melt it- I don’t give a fuck, it needs to go. Now. Blood curses are so bad.” Her hands opened and closed into fists as her gaze drifted back up toward the house where the one thing that could cure them both was hidden.

“But she’s going to know that we’re coming.” She was talking quickly, as if she had to get her thoughts out before the voices interrupted her again. “I mean, look at you. Big bad detective man. Why the fuck would you take it. Just giving up doesn’t look like it’s in your vocabulary. And I think she may have caught on that I wanted nothing more than to stomp her smug face in.”

The voices started cackling and jabbering again. “I said shut the fuck up-” She hissed again. Bridie was answered with grumbles, but another momentary reprieve. “How the fuck are we going to do this. What is the play. Because my answer is usually to try and seduce her, but there is no way in fucking hell I’m kissing that lady.”

____

He couldn’t find it in him to disagree with her sentiment; burning the woman’s house down was a tempting proposal. But… “We need to be sure it’s broken all the way. So we need to get our hands on it. Probably break it with the both of us there.”

Bridie had a point, of course. They’d tried asking nicely, and that was going to be a point against them. She’d suspect that they would come back for the necklace. Maybe she even wanted them to. She’d certainly seemed to enjoy their misery well enough that Emilio wouldn’t have been surprised if she wanted another taste. “Yes, I think she might know you don’t like her,” he replied dryly.

She snapped at someone not present, someone in her head, and Emilio understood the urge. He’d tried the same thing a few times, but he found it brought him little relief. Maybe it worked better for her. The curse had to work differently for a fae than it did for a human, even if the human was a hunter. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to push past the voices in his own head well enough to think. Luckily, the answer was obvious enough. “I know someone. Nora. She’s my…” He struggled to find the word, giving up with a shrug. “She works for me. She knows how to break into places. Talks about doing it a lot. She’ll help if I ask her to.”

—

“So what?” She asked, grimacing slightly as one solitary voice started wailing, pleading for its life as though it were replaying its final moments in her head. Those were the voices she hated listening to the most. Bridie shook her head again, trying to shake the voice out her ear like water. “We steal it and then like… hit it with a hammer?”

The faun snorted. “If she’s still not sure if I like her, I’d love to get my point further across.” It was a grumble, but she managed a hint of a smile. Somehow having the answer to what was wrong with her and knowing the solution brought a little bit of clarity. She wasn’t going crazy- or at least not of her own accord. This was magic, plain and simple. Just not any kind of magic she was practiced in. But magic could be undone for the most part, and that fact was something to hold on to.

Nora. That was a nice name. One of the voices in her head picked it up and started chattering the name over and over and over- nevermind. It was not so nice after hearing it seventy times in a minute. “Where is Nora, and how much time will she need to prepare? What do you even need for breaking and entering?”

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“Something like that. We can worry about how we’re breaking it after we have it.” One thing at a time was the only way Emilio was going to be able to get through this. Even on a good day, he wasn’t the best at planning. His ideas always tended to be spur of the moment things that didn’t much focus on the long term effects. Hunters, after all, had little reason to worry about the long term; most of them didn’t live to see thirty. He was already an unwilling exception to that rule.

Though maybe not for much longer. Not for the first time, he thought of the pawn shop owner. How long had he lasted? The newspaper article on his death had been published only a few days after Emilio saw him. Had he been towards the beginning of the curse when Emilio went to his shop, or already nearing the end? He heard Bridie talking, something about a point, but it was hard to focus. And Bridie talked a lot. Better to make sure he heard the important things and let the smaller ones slide, wasn’t it?

Like this. Questions about the plan. Belatedly, he realized he’d said Nora’s name. He probably shouldn’t have. She didn’t seem to like people knowing it. But it was a little late to take it back now, and so, so hard to control what came out of his mouth. “She’s at her place,” he mumbled, leaving out the fact that ‘her place’ was a crypt. “Don’t think she needs much time. Don’t think she needs much stuff, either. She’ll know how to do it. Just need to make sure she knows what the necklace looks like.” He rubbed at his eyes, finally starting the car and putting it into drive. “I’m going to drop you off at your club and then get with Nora. I’ll let you know when we’re doing it. We can meet at my place before.” He paused a moment, his grip on the steering wheel the only thing keeping his hands from shaking. “It’ll be soon.” It had to be. Otherwise, there’d be nothing left to save.

_____

Her mind was getting crowded again. Jabbering and cackling and talking all began clashing over one another in her mind, and she buried her face in her hands with a groan. Bridie leaned forward to rest against the dashboard. Screaming back at the voices in her head worked a bit, but she was so damn tired she didn’t know how long she could do it for. And if she had to steal a jewel, she needed as much energy as she could.

She heard bits and pieces of the plan. Mostly she heard ‘your club,’ and ‘I’ll let you know’, and ‘meet at my place’. She figured that was enough to piece together what was happening. The faun watched the man grip the steering wheel. She didn’t say anything, but Bridie understood.

Bridie rarely ever sounded serious. She was too busy having a good time for that. But she placed a hand on the dashboard near the steering wheel. She didn’t touch him, since she knew they were both too ok edge for that. “Then let’s get ourselves out of this mess.” She said slowly. “And when we do, I owe you a drink for giving you a hard time over a stupid ugly necklace.”

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