#darker waves festival

[iloveasunflower]

Huntington Beach, what an amazing crowd. Maybe we should play more of these… festivals… Thank you for having us, @darkerwavesfest. 🌊

From Tears For Fears on Twitter.

#curt smith #roland orzabal #carina round #tears for fears #darker waves festival #twitter #music festival #2020s #2023

[imustbeamermaidrango]

I got to see Chino Moreno sing live. That is all.

#chino moreno #Crosses #music #darker waves festival #nov 2023 #personal #my video #would see crosses perform again in a heartbeat #yep voice is perfect live as one would expect

[mr-huntington-beach]

Where's Huntington Beach: Unveiling the Charms of Surf City

Nestled along the sun-kissed shores of Southern California, Huntington Beach, often affectionately known as "Surf City," is a coastal gem that seamlessly blends laid-back beach vibes with a vibrant community spirit. Located in Orange County, what makes this city is not just a spot on the map, but a destination that captures hearts and waves alike.

Geography:

Huntington Beach is situated in Orange County, approximately 40 miles south of Los Angeles. Boasting a stretch of over 8 miles of pristine coastline, the city is a mecca for surfers, beach enthusiasts, and those seeking the quintessential Californian experience. The iconic Huntington Beach Pier, extending into the Pacific, serves as a symbol of the city's coastal allure.

Community Spirit:

One of the defining features of Huntington Beach is its strong sense of community. The residents, known for their laid-back attitude and friendliness, contribute to the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The city hosts various community events throughout the year, fostering a sense of togetherness. From local farmers' markets to neighborhood festivals, there's always something happening to bring people closer.

Special Events:

Huntington Beach comes alive with a myriad of special events that cater to diverse tastes. The annual U.S. Open of Surfing attracts world-class surfers and spectators alike, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere. The Fourth of July celebrations, complete with a spectacular fireworks display over the ocean, draw crowds from far and wide. Additionally, the Surf City Nights street fair, held every Tuesday, showcases local artisans, musicians, and delectable cuisine.

Recently we've had two successful events the Pacific Airshow and Darker Waves Festival. Even the rain and wind of the cold November night for the Darker Waves could not keep people from attending the music festival at Huntington Beach City Beach. I will say it was an awesome moment during the air show when the F-22, F-35 and P-51D Mustang flew together doing amazing coordinated stunts. In my opinion better than the Thunderbirds Finale.

School System: For families considering a move to Huntington Beach, the city boasts a commendable school system. The Huntington Beach City School District and the Huntington Beach Union High School District oversee a range of public schools known for their academic excellence and extracurricular offerings. The city's commitment to education is evident in the well-maintained campuses and dedicated teaching staff.

Edison High School: Nurturing Excellence in Academics and Beyond Edison High School, a cornerstone of the Huntington Beach Union High School District, stands as a beacon of academic achievement and community pride. Nestled in the heart of Huntington Beach, Edison High has earned a stellar reputation for its commitment to excellence. With a dedicated faculty and a wide range of academic programs, the school provides students with a solid foundation for success. Beyond the classrooms, Edison High is known for its vibrant extracurricular activities, including competitive sports teams, award-winning arts programs, and clubs that cater to diverse interests. The Chargers, as the students are affectionately known, not only excel academically but also embody a spirit of camaraderie that contributes to the overall sense of community within the school.

Huntington Beach High School: Where Tradition Meets Innovation Huntington Beach High School, another jewel in the educational landscape of Surf City, seamlessly blends tradition with innovation. With a history dating back to the early 1900s, the school has stood the test of time, consistently adapting to the evolving needs of its students. The Oilers, the school's mascot, take pride in a comprehensive curriculum that prepares students for both college and the workforce. The campus, surrounded by palm trees and just a stone's throw from the iconic Huntington Beach Pier, provides an inspiring backdrop for learning. From championship-winning sports teams to an array of performing arts programs, Huntington Beach High School embodies a holistic approach to education, fostering not only academic growth but also personal development and a sense of community that extends well beyond graduation.

Why People Come to Huntington Beach:

Surfing Paradise: With waves that beckon both beginners and seasoned surfers, Huntington Beach is a surfing paradise. The Surf City designation is not just a title; it's a way of life.

Outdoor Recreation: Beyond the beaches, the city offers a plethora of outdoor activities. From biking along the scenic trails to exploring the Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve, nature lovers find ample reasons to stay active.

Cultural Scene: Huntington Beach strikes a balance between beach culture and a thriving arts scene. The Huntington Beach Art Center and the International Surfing Museum are testaments to the city's cultural richness.

Huntington Beach is NOT just a dot on the map; it's THE lifestyle. Whether you're drawn by the crashing waves, the tight-knit community, or the diverse events, Surf City USA has a way of making you feel like you've found your own piece of paradise on the coast.

Come for the sunsets, stay for the surf, and discover why Huntington Beach is more than a location—it's a destination worth exploring.

Conrad Mazeika

Mr. Huntington Beach Real Estate

315 7th St D

Huntington Beach, CA 92648

949-310-4110

#huntington harbor #huntington beach #downtown huntington beach #huntingtonbeachrealestate #mr. huntington beach real estate #huntington beach air show #darker waves #darker waves festival #real estate #sunset

[mbeezkneez]

Darker Waves today

#darker waves festival

[wonderlesch]

Can’t Miss November 2023 Events

Hey There November Lovers! Ready to dive in headfirst into all the exciting events this month has to offer. There are Sci-Fi conventions, Music Festivals, Beer Festivals and more. Click the link, grab your calendar and let's make November busy!

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#wonderlesch #A Few of my Favorite Things #Apocalypse Zombieland #Can&039;t Miss November 2023 Events #Chicago Tardis #Darker Waves Festival #Disco Trip #Lifestyle Blog #New Blog Post #Orlando Beer Festival #Philcon #Things to do in November #Travel Destination Guide #Trip Planning #TusCon

[melancholydoll]

Darker Waves @ Huntington Beach

#los angeles #california #life #cali #huntington beach #darker waves #music festival #live music #music lover #music

[cannibal-of-god]

Everyone gets to see AFI tomorrow but MEEEEE

#I'd have gone to Aftershock this year but the rest of the lineup i was like ehhhh #and the lineup for tomorrow isnt very exciting so ultimately I'd only be ther for AFI but festivals are an experience so! #still so peeved i cant do darker waves this year #i hope that becomes recurring

[senoritafish]

So, this is going on on the beach about a mile from my house. A few the of artists I wouldn't have minded seeing, but a bit pricey for my blood.

This thing is, we can hear it fairly clearly. I think it started last night and I just thought some of our neighbors were being loud. Weirdly enough I was listening to 91X (a San Diego station that comes in here when the weather is favorable) a few weeks ago, and they were giving away tickets for this. They're a 2 hour drive south of us, but I don't recall hearing about it on local stations.

#music festivals #darker waves #music #loud neighbors #huntington beach

[schisms]

umm……leem and i are gonna go see alice in chains :}

#we have so many cool concerts this year #we’re seeing pixies in a couple weeks #then skinny puppy and alice in chains #and we’re going to the darker waves festival #gonna see NEW ORDER (asgsggkfsjhdjfshj) and devo (<- again) #echo & the bunnymen… soft cell… the b-52’s… OMD… X + the psychadelic furs (<- again on both of these last two)... the lineup is FANTASTIC #AND THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF WE’RE SEEING DEPECHE MODE IN DECEMBER!!!!!!!!!! :’D :’D #i’m so excited and so lucky augh. yippeeeeee

[iloveasunflower]

Thank you Huntington Beach, you were the Hyena’s hymen 😊. What’s the collective noun for Goths? A gaggle of Goths? It was an absolute joy @darkerwavesfest

from Curt Smith on Twitter

#ew #curt smith #tears for fears #twitter #tour animals #darker waves festival #2023 #2020s

[imustbeamermaidrango]

Drab Majesty <3 <3 <3

#drab majesty #darker waves festival #goths on the beach #must see again for a nighttime set #but i was upfront and misty eyed and in cali for this moment right here #personal #nov 2023 #my video #not my pics

[millionsvash]

Dirty Little Secret (Part 2)

Surprise! Both a personal work I wanted to do and a small little celebration of Vash's birthday. I am constantly inspired by @shmothman's work and "Dirty Little Secret" is a fic I've read at least 20 times. With their permission I wrote a part 2! Please let me know what you think. 🙏

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x GN!Reader Word Count: 2049 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Masturbation, Fantasizing, Pining, Use of underwear during masturbation, mention of blood, finishing inside. Summary: A few weeks have gone by since the discovery of a particular item hidden in Vash's bag. You decided it was about time to confront him on the matter, but things don't go exactly as you imagined they would. Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @chubbyghostt, @l4nk4d43, @fruitsoxs, @vashfantasy, @sortatiredartist, @tetraharmonic, @duerme07 Reblogs > Likes 💕 Read on AO3

Vash's injury had healed well, leaving the blonde gunman in high spirits. You were happy for him. He had the cutest smile, and it certainly brightened your day every time he flashed it in your direction.

Yet that question lingered in your brain, picking at you at the worst times.

How would you even bring it up without making things awkward?

What if it was just a misunderstanding? Would he be upset? Your anxiety rose every time you imagined what an idiot you would look like. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind if his reasoning was due to his interest in you. Vash was beautiful, but you gave him the space he needed as his journey led him through mental turmoil and heartbreak.

The last few days have been particularly peaceful. Everyone was happy to celebrate with a few drinks, card games, and laughter. Vash had excused himself from the table after a few drinks. Originally, you assumed he was simply going to the bathroom, but he had been gone longer than usual. He'd had quite a bit to drink, after all.

You excuse yourself from the table and begin your search for him. You thoroughly check any place you assume he could've gone without success. You're down to the last spot, his hotel room. If he isn't there, in…the fun festivities might be cut short for the gang.

You gently grip the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly. There's a bubble of anxiety growing in your stomach, worried about what you might find on the other side of the door.

The sound of gentle whines fills the room as you peek your head around the corner. Your heart leaps at the sight that sits before you.

Vash is sitting on the edge of the bed, his pants pulled down to his knees to free his erection. He's hunched over, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat. His expression is one of bliss, and the moans that escape him amplify that. What really sets you off is what he has in his hands. Wrapped around his cock is a used pair of your panties, which he is stroking himself with. To add to it all, your name desperately falls from his lips in pure need.

The wave of heat that rushes between your legs nearly makes you moan in desire. You could sit here and watch this forever, but it’s probably better to make yourself known…he has your panties after all.

"Um…Vash?" 

You have never seen Vash move as fast as he just did. In a split second, he had violently thrown your underwear into a darker corner of the room, shooting up to his feet. He was sputtering words as he attempted to bring his pants back up. A few quick steps had him tumbling downward, hitting his chin against the bedside table as he crumbled to the floor. "Oh god, Vash?! Are you okay?!" 

You immediately forget the bawdiness of what you had just witnessed, rushing over to his side to cradle him in your arms. You brush your hand under his chin, wiping up the small amount of blood that was trickling down his neck. Frantically, you grab tissues off the side table and place them under his chin.

You can tell by the glaze in his eyes that he’s a bit tipsy. Your gentle touch seems to soothe him out of his embarrassment. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be angry. I’m sorry. The words were spewing out of his mouth in a jumbled, slurred mess. It was hard to tell what exactly he was apologizing for. Tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Calm down; take a deep breath." You rub his hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb under his eyes to clear away the forming tears. "That was one hell of a fall; are you dizzy?"

"I am, but it’s not the fall that has me feeling that way."

Good, his humor was still there. A sign he hadn’t given himself a brain injury. You chuckle in response, giving him a reassuring smile. The silence falls between you two as you continue to apply pressure to his cut. Do…you ask about the panties? 

He beats you to it. "I’m so sorry." He says it gently.

"Well… I suppose it answers the question I had."

"What’s that?" His eyes immediately gazed off to the side to avoid your look.

"Well, when I was bandaging your wound a few weeks back, I found my—" You are cut off instantly.

"Shit."

He was so busted. His body began to tense up. He knew he was about to get scolded. He was a pervert, and it was absolutely disgusting to be acting in such a way. His mind was racing, thinking of ways to apologize to you. God…what if you left the gang?

"I’m not angry." Your voice draws him back to reality. His eyes shoot to meet yours, his jaw dropping in confusion.

You clear your throat gently, taking a deep breath. "...Were you thinking about me?"

Vash’s cheeks go rose red. The erection that had been starting to fade came right back, his cock throbbing once more. "...Yeah, I was."

That bubble of anxiety reforms in your stomach. Fuck it, just ask. You two are already here.

"Do you want some help...?"

"God, more than anything in this world, Mayfly."

Those words send heat directly between your legs. You can feel wetness dripping into your underwear. Your fingers move down and gently trace up his length.

Oh, god, your hands are so soft. His cock throbs with need, pre cum oozing from the tapered tip. The way your soft hands gently wrap around with hesitation, afraid to do something wrong, The gentle strokes you start with light a fire inside him.

"Oh, Mayfly–" He moans out, sending another wave of heat to your cunt. "Faster, baby…please." 

All you can do is comply. You speed up your rhythm, watching hungrily as the blonde beneath you writhes in pleasure. He bucked his hips desperately into your hand, desperate for the pleasure he’d been longing for since the two of you met. It’s not enough. He wants you. He wants to be inside of you, watching you squirm and moan under him while you call out his name.

"Need you–"

"What…?"

"Please, I want inside of you."

You practically melt at the way the words roll from his tongue like a needy whine. You need him just as badly. You release his throbbing erection, watching as he moves his own hand down to stroke himself gently while you frantically rip off pieces of your clothes. His eyes stare at your body like a work of art.

He scoops you up easily in a swift motion, pulling you both from the floor to the bed. He gives you a light toss, practically throwing himself on top of you as well. "So pretty—your body is beautiful."

His fleshy hand strokes from your cheek downward, drinking in the feeling of your clean skin. Compared to him, your body is clean. The hand moves down until it rubs at your folds, causing you to suck in air through your teeth.

"You’re so wet already." He coos gently. It’s reassuring to him to know you want this as much as he does. His finger moves your slick around, coating your folds, while his thumb teases your clit to get you ready for him. "That’s it, baby; don’t be afraid." His words are reassuring. The situation had gone from 0 to 100 quickly, but the way he spoke to you made you feel safe. There is no one in the world who would care for you as well as Vash does. The tension releases, and you more freely allow your soft whines to escape your parted lips.

He moves his hand off you, taking some of your slick with him. He rubs it around his hardened cock before pressing the tip against your folds. He teasingly rubs it up and down a few times, making the both of you moan in unison. "Can I go in, please?" His voice is soft, but the tone is desperate.

"Yes…" 

That’s all the reassurance he needs. He adjusts himself down towards your hole, pressing in slowly as your tight heat envelops his cock. Vash is melting. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he pushed himself into the hilt, stopping to allow your body time to adjust to his size.

"So wet—so tight. You feel so good." He spoke as if someone had sucked all the air out of his lungs.

The sensation of being stretched like this has your body trembling in delight. As thankful as you are for him taking his time, you want him. "Move."

"Huh, Wh–"

Please, for the love of God, fuck me." You plead to him.

His voice cracks at your words. Now you've done it. Two strong hands grip your hips as he pulls himself out to the tip, then plunges himself directly back into your heat. It only takes him seconds to get to a quick pace. One hand lets go of your hip and rests beside you. He leans over, head lowered, as overwhelming pleasure consumes him.

The look in your eyes has him going mad. The way you stare at him with need while your lips sing praises to him. The way every deep thrust makes you gasp and shudder. The way he fits so perfectly inside of you. It was like you were meant for him.

"Mayfly– You feel so good—ah, you’re so beautiful. Want you so bad—"

"You have me, Vash. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere."

A single tear dripped down his cheek as he leaned down, smashing his lips against yours in a heated and loving kiss. All the while, he continues to plunge his cock into your core. Your arms wrap around him, keeping him close as your tongues twist in passion.

"I love you. I love you so much—I want you." Vash pleads breathlessly to you.

"I love you too. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

You two look into each other's eyes, watching with love and passion. He grabs your legs and pushes them up, pressing them against your chest so he can get as deep as possible. It’s perfect. His cock pressed directly into your sweet spot with every thrust, making your eyes roll back. "Right there! Fuck,Vash, please don’t stop!" You plead. 

"Cum for me. Please, I need to feel you cum around me."

Everything Vash says just drives you wild. The praises he spews at you while he slams into you break the knot that has formed in your stomach. Your back arches off the mattress as your walls spasm around his cock. It makes him let out a loud and needy whine as he slams in deep, filling you with his seed. He makes sure to prolong the orgasm for both of you, only stopping when both of you have nothing left to give.

He removes himself slowly, watching as fluids leak from your hole. The sight alone almost makes him hard again.

You sit up to greet him, adjusting so you can rest in his lap. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

"Do you mean it? Do you really love me?" He asks with deep hesitation.

"I do—I have for so long." You whisper sweetly into his ear.

His body trembles, a soft sniffle escaping as he can no longer contain the tears that fall down his cheeks. You rub your hands over his back, soothing him with sweet nothings. Vash would never have to be alone with you around. You will be the light in the darkness.

"Thank you… This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten."

"It’s your birthday?"

"Yeah… I forgot to mention that to everyone. Usually my birthdays are a bitter reminder of my past." He took a deep breath. "But you helped me forget all of that today." Vash leaned over to your ear, whispering in a shaky voice. "Thank you… I promise I’ll protect you forever."

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun fanfic #trigun stampede #vash #vash x reader #vash x you #Vash The Stampede x Reader #Vash the Stampede x You #Trigun Reader insert #breakfast is served!

[angelltheninth]

Sell Me a Dream

Pairing: Asra x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dream sex, reunion sex, outdoor sex (sort of), gentle sex, praise, clit stimulation, emotional, kink discussion, breeding kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: The amount of thirst for this man is unreal and yes I know I'm contributing to that too.

Working in the palace was an amazing experience for the most part. You'd made friends with the lovely Countess and her bubbly, trustworthy maid, you'd been to a few festivities here and there and even made friends in town, some less shady than others.

All of that, while wonderful, made you miss Asra that much more. You knew he would come back, he always did, but that didn't stop the waves of loneliness. Or the amount of dreams he's appeared in for that matter. In fact those dreams have only been increasing in frequency as time went on.

It was always the same setting: a moonlit field with a ring of threes, lights flickering among them and a starry ska above. In some you were dancing, in some you were kissing, in some you were talking, in some you were doing a whole lot more with a lot less clothes. This was one of those dreams.

You lay on the grass, your silk sleeping robe untied and falling around your shoulders, fully exposing your naked body to Asra's hungry eyes and touches.

"How should I do this starlight? What do you want from me tonight?" He kept asking all the while knowing exactly how his barely there touches and lips riled you up.

"To stop teasing me already." You reached between your bodies and grabbed hold of his hard cock and upon giving it a few strokes got a heavy trail of cum smearing your forearm, "I miss you Asra. A lot."

"I miss you as well. That's why we have these dreams. This place in which only you and I exist. Where we can do anything." His hips jerked against yours, hard cock rolling over your clit causing you to gasp against his neck. "So tell me, what do you want from me tonight? I need a clear answer."

"Well since this is a dream," You wrap your legs around his lower back, preventing him from moving back, "I want you to come inside me. There's no risk this way right?"

Asra's face went a shade darker at your request. There were herbs and teas that you used in the event that the two of you were too caught up in each other. He never considered that there would be no need for such things here.

"Is... this something you've been afraid to ask me?" You attempted to avoid the answer by rubbing your slick cunt across his cock and trying to get him at the correct angle. "Love please. I won't be mad with you. I want to make your dreams come true. That's always been my goal since the day we met."

Make your dreams come true. Is that why he was here right now? A part of you knew that this was the real him, but somehow living in this dream-like reality and the one where he's away made everything all the more painful, yet easier. In these moments, where he was ready and willing to give his all to you, there was no doubting his love and devotion.

"Not scared of you, I would never be scared of you. If something were to happen to you and I was left all alone, as much as I love how it feels when you finish inside of me I'm not to selfish as to put a kid though a world without you."

"How long have you felt this way?" His hands smoothed over your shoulders in comforting rubs, his lips hovering inches above yours, beautiful starry eyes looking into your very soul.

"Since I first asked you to being me the tea." That was months ago. Almost a year in fact. "I should have told you. You're my lover, you deserve to know these things."

Asra smiled and shook his head. His lips were warm on your forehead as he tried to kiss the sorrow away, "I'm very happy you told me. So it's the sensation of it that you like, rather than the opportunity to get pregnant? You don't want a child?" He pressed his warm palm against your stomach.

"Not right away. Perhaps some day in the future, if that's alright. I'm sure you'd be a great father." You believed that with all your heart, you saw how much he cared for you, how he cherished you, there was no doubt he'd do the same for his kid.

He let out a delighted hum, his cock jumping at the idea of getting you heavy and pregnant with his child. "I understand now." He smiled a little mischievously as he lined the tip of his cock with entrance, "So you want me to breed you. I wish you'd asked this sooner, I would have spend an entire month filling you up with cum."

"Please. You can fill me up now, I'll take all your cum." You couldn't stop a hint of desperation from appearing in your trembling voice. Your hands found purchase right above his hips working together with your legs to push him inside.

You cloud see any hint of hesitation that was still on his features vanish as he sank in, your soft, velvety walls welcoming his cock. "As many times as you want." He started rolling his hips, moving slow and deep, one hand hovering close to yours on his hip, "You've been so honest in what you want. I won't stop until my cum is flowing out of you like a river. I won't stop until you tell me to, plead me to." With each sentence he increased the speed of his thrusts, "I long to see you like that, my cum where it belongs, my cock where it belongs, your body shaking with pleasure."

"Asra." You let out a long sigh, you wanted to milk his cock dry, you wanted it now, "I don't want to wait."

"You're being impatient. Have you perhaps become a bad girl in my absence?" His lips closed around one of your nipples, hardening it with his teeth and tongue before releasing it to the cool air with a wet pop sound.

"No. I'm your good girl." You hugged his head close to your chest, your heart racing as your orgasm began to build rapidly, "I'm always good for you. So really should reward me."

"That so? Do you think good girls beg to be breed like bitches in heat? Do they beg to have a cock shoved deep into a tight little pussy? Do they beg to have said pussy ruined by cum?" He was playing with you, testing and prodding your boundaries, your limits.

"Yes, yes, I'm begging you. Breed me, push your cock deep into my pussy, ruin me with your cum, make me yours." You nearly wept as you managed to choke out the words interrupted by your moans.

Asra delivered a firm kiss on your lips, his hot tongue sliding soothingly against yours, "You are mine. You always shall be, my beautiful starlight." He sealed the promise with his cum, shooting it deep into your womb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the only thing that still kept you grounded was the warmth and safety of Astra's body on top of yours.

It was more than enough to bring you over the edge, your dream ending in a beautiful, almost painful climax and Astra whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcane fanfic #the arcane smut #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra smut

[meidnightrain]

THIS LOVE - diluc

❝ tossing, turning, struggled through the night with someone new. baby, i could go on and on, on and on. ❞

summary: the dark-knight hero has always been known to keep a distance but he always ends up right by your side

warnings: reader is gn, slightly angsty(?), diluc backstory spoilers

notes: day 11! i can’t write diluc for the life of me so i took a rather different approach to this and focused on making it more poetic than dialogue based. i hope you like it!

taglist (open): @staretes , @rynnlvrs , @sentifua , @i-probably-sleep-too-much , @reilly34 , @qqingque , @akutasoda , @mhiieee , @starryshinyskies , @rintosae , @kazemiya , @pix-stuff

you remembered it like yesterday. the days like a blurred memory, gold tinted around its edges and the background noise like faded static.

loving diluc had been like clear blue waters of the ocean, the high tide of waves bringing the both of you together with such ferocity that you collided against one another. a love that was fragile but powerful at the same time, so pure that you found yourself emerging fresh and new every single time.

you had fallen for him when you were just kids, when he had picked up a dandelion by the gates of mondstadt’s heart during the windblume festival, embarrassed and whispering for you to make a wish. for he had been all you ever wished for, you realised as you clasped the flower in your hands, watching its seeds fly off into the breeze.

was that what love was supposed to feel like? restless and free, with ups and downs but something true that you’d know by heart? for this love had left a permanent mark on you, like his name had been tattooed on your skin for you to trace the words when you missed him. for this love glowed in the dark, never leaving the both of you in the darkness as you were each other’s light. or so you thought as time decided that this love would be put to the test.

he couldn’t have attachments, that was what diluc realised after his father had passed, the fear pushing his heart to beat faster. what if he had to lose you all because of him? he couldn’t live with your blood tainting his hands, embedded deep in his fingernails that he couldn’t scrub off. staining his hands forever and ever for he could never bear to wash away the last remaining mark you had left on him.

so, the skies grew darker and the currents swept him out like how they had brought him into your life. and he was gone, leaving you behind for your own protection. in silent screams, in wildest dreams, you never would have dreamed of this ever happening. that he would think that by breaking your heart, you would be safe, though you didn’t know how it killed him inside. your heart may have broken but his had shattered.

moving on had been hard, you both would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t think of the other. he was in every dandelion your eyes landed on to the point you kept some on your window-still, so that you would always wake up to the sun shining down on him. you were in the ocean waves he would always make sure to patrol by at night, the moonlight illuminating the water just as bright as your grin.

you would see him in dreams disguised as nightmares, feel his lips graze your cheek ever so slightly before he vanished into thin air. his smile a ghost, a figment of your imagination you would soon come to terms with as you fell to your knees and awoke in a cold sweat. feel nothing but the cracking of your newly-healed heart and the tears rolling down your cheeks that he would have once wiped away.

it had driven you mad, for this love was like the lanterns in the candelabras back at dawn winery. its light flickered for him and only him but he was still gone. and just when your grip on the last thing you ever owned was faltering, moments away from sinking into the depths of the ocean like a ship, he showed up just in time. and when you both looked at each other in the eye after so long, it all came down crashing.

it was the sudden ache in diluc’s chest, the inner voice and sleepless nights that had called out to him. all he ever wanted was to hear his name roll of your tongue, wanted for you to be the rock in his stormy sea, wanted for you to always be by his side. he had loved you when you were kids, he had loved you when you were teens and he would love you even if you were oceans apart. when you’re young, you always run whether it be from your problems or for an escape, and he had run away from you. but he would always come back to what he needed. and he needed you like how you needed him.

it was like the ocean you had always been mesmerised by ever since you were young. no matter how hard the waves receded, he would always come back to you and you would do the same.

this love was good for it was the sun shining down on you after you braved through the storm. this love was bad for it was like being swept out to sea, the waves pushing you down repeatedly, begging for you to drown. but this love that you had both tried to forget, tried to move on from, was now alive back from the dead and had brought you back together.

his hands had to let you go free but this love would always come back to him.

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

Hi Marina!! Thinking about John and Jeanie from Dear John, and Gale and Maureen in your integrated AU, as always, and was wondering if you have any crumbs or snippets you may want to share with us mere mortals. If not, that’s okay!! Hope you have a lovely day and can’t wait for whatever you post next!

Oooh my darling hello, hello, I do indeed have a few crumbs, they are just that -mere crumbs- but I adore you all and I want to wet your whistles for both so here goes:

Dear John Crumb:

“Who’s yours from?”

“Marge.”

“Maaaarge.” Bucky predictably parroted, Crank and Benny got letters this time too, and that was good for them.

Buck’s face while perusing his letter however, was not the typical luminous glow of an ardent young cherub in love, and that had the odd effect of worrying Bucky. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s, she’s bein-“ he trailed off, flipping the letter back and forth and scrutinizing it intensely, “I think she’s hinting somethin’. Where’s that envelope? Hell Benny, don’t put the plate on it!”

“Sorry major.”

Buck took the worn envelope and shook it, prying the seams apart until like an old dream replayed, a little square and shiny card floated to the ground. John kept himself seated, not even ready to dare hope that had anything to do with him, much as he was shaken by the similarity to Julie Jean’s first correspondence and attached photographic gift, tucked in an envelope seam. The way Buck had shaken it just so and how it had fluttered to the ground and how Buck’s thumb had looked pressed against Lana’s black and white nipples.

“John Egan, you’ve got mail.” Buck bellowed with something like triumph in his voice, face lit up like a firework stand ablaze, “Get over here, you mopey sonuvabitch.”

The chair he was sat in clattered backwards into some poor fucker as Egan dove up and towards Buck’s bunk, drawn to the waved little photograph in his hand. Buck was a merciful man and handed it over without a game of tug. Bucky deeply wished the room wasn’t full of curious friends but then again, looking into this flat, shiny, black and white, shrunken little world -it took him miles and miles away. Away to a front yard in some small town where it looked chilly but festive, with candy cane decor lining the sidewalk up to a plain brick house and two girls in the yard, mid blurry laugh, clinging to each other like they’d fall over and tweak their ankles in the leaves if they let go.

Marge and Julie.

“How ‘bout that.” Gale’s voice was warm and soft and Bucky didn't have an answer for him, he ground out a rough cough that was intended to be an agreement before it got snarled in the lump in his throat.

—END SCENE—-

Those Who Can crumb:

After being in the darker interior of the building, being processed for hours, the hazy late afternoon light of outside glared painfully against Ida’s bloodshot eyes as she stepped out, leading the way down the three wooden steps to the muddy yard. Monochrome, this place, brown wooden buildings and brown earth and a muddy sky and brown flight jackets one after another.

And there in the midst of it, waiting for them with ever constant patience and thinned stateliness was Gale Cleven and his lost blue eyes and an alarmingly symmetrical set of facial scars.

“Major.” Ida felt her face soften into an odd expression she realized was likely that of relief. Cleven had that way about him, it was better suited to her preferences than Egan’s blustering warm hearted concern, Colonel Harding’s gruff joviality or her John’s perpetually intense concern. Her little brother was, oddly, nowhere to be seen now and that was a comfort in this wide open, highly observed space.

“Colonel.” Gale Cleven’s eyes weren’t a lost blue anymore but a pair of stormy seas and Ida steeled herself for pity. She found smoldering rage in his face instead. Another relief.

“How was it?” he was nodding to the command hut.

“Fine.” she assured.

He went searching for something in her face and Ida was sure it was easily found skin deep along her puffy, purpled left cheek, but if she had anything to do with her expression alone, he’d be kept guessing for ages. “Good.” he decided at last but his smile was tight, “Made John wait in the combine, he’s in there pacing like a madman. They make a note of who’s attached to whom, Colonel,” he explained, “a more discreet reunion seemed in order.”

“We’d appreciate all the direction you—“ Ida had begun but was cut short by Lt. Kendeigh who broke ranks from the processed group and came out of the hut behind Ida like a bat out of hell, running up to Cleven and tackling him in a hug, rather like a dog with their long lost master.

—END SCENE—

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[mynameis-noe-body]

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

OR — you and Hopper have fun in the parking lot, in his car.

The mayor of Hawkins wasn't a particularly politically gifted man, easily bribed and evidently fishy in his manners, devoid of any charm. However, he had always thrown the best Fourth of July parties. This year, as always, Hawkins park has been transformed into a huge, glittering Luna Park. It's just sunset, and everything is illuminated with colored neon, written in large letters attracting people like moths to a flame. Children run amused among the rides, greedy for cotton candy and soft candies, lollipops and sugar-coated pancakes. Families jump from one attraction to another holding hands with the little ones, whose eyes sparkle like so many little stars, inebriated by the festivities. Music plays everywhere, incessant and covered only by the sound of laughter. It's a warm summer evening. The clear sky, of a warm blue that gets darker as the minutes go by, is the backdrop for a blanket of stars that finally seem to show themselves. And everyone is waiting for the fireworks.

Yet, none of this catches your eye. The usual amusements, the usual rides, the usual sweets. You even wore the same shorts as last year, the jeans just a little tighter around your hips, a little shorter along the soft curve of your buttocks. You are slightly sweaty, a wet line permeates your white shirt leaving a transparent veil between your breasts. A breath of fresh wind ruffles your hair, giving you relief. And your eyes, dreamy and greedy, rest on only one person. Jim Hopper, Chief of Police. He's not on duty tonight. Jane Hopper, his young adopted daughter, has already ridden off on the ferris wheel with her boyfriend, and he seems almost annoyed; he's been chatting with your father for a few minutes now, with an ice-cold beer in his hands. He looks bored, hot. That Hawaiian shirt would look ridiculous on anyone else, but he fills it completely. His thick arms, full and shot through with soft muscles, are absolutely delightful. You can't take your eyes off the way his chest looks so large and huge and tight under that garment. Almost as hot and delicious as his ass - god, a forty-year-old man has no right to be that damn sexy. Irresistible.

If you weren't (almost) sure that Jim could never be attracted to someone as seemingly young and green as you, you'd say that his eyes have turned to look at you more than once ... and yet, it seems so. His gaze is so heavy on you, you feel it glide over every curve of your body, you almost feel him touching your sweaty clothes on top of you – you wish they were his hands. You smile, wave your hand to say hello. Your father smiles, but you don't look at him. Jim doesn't take his eyes off you, even when you take your blue lollipop - just bought from the stall - and suck it hard into your mouth, between your cheeks. You lick it until it leaves a blue streak on the soft flesh of your tongue, around the edge of your rosy lips. You just wait for your dad to walk away - your mom must still be somewhere near the photobooth - and then, finally, you walk towards him.

He wants to spank you. It's a sick, dirty, damned irrepressible impulse. You, with your languid eyes, and that mouth that must be the softest and sweetest he could ever taste, drive him crazy ever since he realized that inside your tight jeans, inside your tight and low-cut T-shirts, inside your full clothes, you've grown into a young, gorgeous woman. He would like to wrap his fingers around your neck, squeeze it until he takes your breath away and hear you beg. Beg for what - this is not important. But when you get close, he's wearing his best smile. Safe, protective - all that he, in that moment, is not. No, you're a lost little sheep, and he's a hungry wolf who can't wait to sink his teeth into your flesh.

"Hello, Chief" you chirp, and smile. Your lips are smeared with blue sugar. It must be delicious.

Jim smiles. "Hey, kid. You okay?"

You huff with an amused laugh. "Kid? I haven't been a kid in a while, Hop. What do I have to do to show you that?"

Adorable. Your games are adorable. "Um, I don't know." Jim takes the lollipop stick, his rough thumb lingering a moment longer on the outline of your lip. The soft blush on your cheeks blossoms on your neck, runs down your chest and his greedy eyes can't help but wonder how far that sweet blush extends on your body. The treat slides out of your mouth, resting on your lips. "A woman, for example, wouldn't waste time with these sweets."

You smile, you fucking vixen. "Really?" you reply, impertinent. Snatching the lollipop from his hand, you suck it once more between your clenched cheeks before handing it to him. There's still a glistening trace of saliva around it. "It's so good, it would be a shame to throw it away. Why don't you taste it?"

His nostrils flare, sniffing in the cool evening air in a desperate attempt to hold on to what little control he has left. And he smiles. Tense, forced-like his pants, increasingly tight and uncomfortable. But when he barely opens his mouth, and tries to take the lollipop from your hand, you push it away, hiding it back in your cheek. "If you want it, you gotta catch it!" and with a goofy laugh, you walk off, hopping towards the parking lots.

God, you will be the death of him.

It's not difficult to find you, leaning against his police van with only one hip, your tongue sinuously rolling around the little blue sugar left, that sweet and colorful stain in your mouth that he doesn't want to wait any longer to taste. You expect him to stop, an amused grin, an almost pedantic reproach, and instead Jim keeps walking towards you with large steps, determined and without hesitation. His eyes have never been so dark and deep, his lips are already anticipating yours and just a moment - he is on you, Hopper cages you between the metal car door and his warm and massive body, his left hand on your hip digs into the softness of your body so hard it almost leaves a mark and his left hand grips your neck - tight enough to take a quick breath away, before covering your lips with his.

The lollipop falls forgotten on the floor.

His tongue eagerly seeks yours, fills your mouth and feeds on your sweet taste. You are perfect - perfect. Your small stifled moans die in your throat as he devours your lips, sucks your tongue between his lips and bites lightly into your mouth just to make you feel how he could destroy you with a simple kiss, break your lip and suck it again.

"Didn't they ever tell you it's not safe to tease a man like me, hm?" he growls into your skin, you feel the roughness of his beard scratching your neck, his lips sucking red marks all over you, as if to write his name on your body. It's terrifying, to find yourself powerless in such intense hands, pressed against such a strong and warm body. It's exciting. Pressing your palm against your mouth, you try to stifle a gasp, somewhere between pleasure and pain when he pinches your nipples from over the top of your shirt. "Your dad knows what you like to do? Runnin' around the parking lot, begging like a desperate bitch, with your stupid, little games? You knew this would happen." His voice makes you tremble with pleasure, and anxiety. "Remember that, when you think about it. You wanted it - you want me, my hands, my tongue, my cock. Come on, feel it.” Jim takes your hand, abruptly, places it on his crotch and squeezes it inside his. Stifling a moan against your neck, he pushes and presses on you. And it's big and hard and thick like no other. You're almost scared, but you're dying to suck it and feel it emptied down your throat.

"Please" you cry, a little whispered prayer, and so desperate. "Please give it to me - please!"

"That's it, love" he grunts "you asked for this." And his hand rips the button of your shorts with an unheard-of force, you almost feel the fabric of the seam tear. Violently, Hopper undresses you. You are naked from the waist down, you are all wet, clammy with sweat and arousal. His fingers are calloused, rough, so thick, when his middle finger swirls around that swollen pearl, you can't help but dig your face into his chest and stifle a cry of pleasure. He smells of tobacco, beer, cheap cologne, sweat. He's so gross and masculine and delicious at the same time - you're confused and so wet for him, you can't think of anything else. Two fingers slide inside you, you're tight but so wet that Jim can only feel the softness of your body. "So fucking wet, baby. So tight - how is it, hm? Tell me you like it."

"God - yes - yes, Hopper, more!"

He laughs, the bastard. "Such a fucking, little slut. That's what you are, fucking desperate for some dick."

"Only yours" you cry "only you, chief."

He groans at the name. "Keep on with this shit and I won't get to fuck you. And you're dying for me to fuck this tight little cunt."

His fingers dig into your sweet juices, so wet you can feel the sound of his movement around your nectar, his fingers pressing hard against that perfect spot inside you, his thumb rough and flat on your clit until it rips a violent, sudden orgasm. Your legs are shaking, you dig your nails into his muscular arms, clinging to him to keep from passing out and you can't even think. You don't notice that he has opened the car door, and you fall backwards into the seats not knowing what to expect. Only when he enters, sitting next to you, fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his trousers, do you know what awaits you.

You smile, spitefully. "I've waited so long, chief. Give it to me, please. Want you so much."

"Yeah?" for the first time he almost seems to blush. Your words stroke his ego in a way he's forgotten; that such a delightful young beauty as you whould so desire him, it was flattering. And exciting. "Then be a good girl and take it all." Hopper pushed you against the seat and spun on top of you. One hand against the window, the other wrapped around your hips to lift your pelvis and push into you. “Oh, shit” he moans, burying his face in the corner of your neck. "Fucking tight."

You have to stuff your gasps against his shoulder, he's so big inside you, he stretches you - so wide open, it's almost painful, but he's perfect inside you. And when he starts to move, coming out slowly, enjoying your softness, and then pushing harder, ruthless and greedy inside you, you can no longer hold back that immense pleasure. "God, fuck yeah-again, again" you plead and he growls, vents and uses your body for his pleasure, like a flimsy toy in his hands, he slams you into the seat, without any kindness. The car sways, screeches, you feel nothing but his hot, ragged breath against your skin, his stiff legs using all their strength to press you against the seat and drive his hard cock between the abused lips of yours wet pussy. You feel him hit that spot, again, your legs gripping his wide hips, wide open to take him all the way into you, so deep—he's touching places you thought weren't there inside you. "Oh fuck, fuck Hopper, I'm going to - I'm gonna-"

"Come - fucking come for me!" he growls. With a desperate moan, one last thrust into you, he feels your pussy throbbing around his member, squeezing and milking it desperately, fully enjoying your orgasm, and it's so intense he can hardly contain himself anymore - as soon as you start again to breathe, Jim slips out and comes too. He empties on you, on your bare thighs, on your belly, splashes of hot cum dirty your skin and your ruined clothes as he masturbates all of his orgasm on you, with a last desperate breath.

"Shit" he whispers, finally. Dropping into the seat next to you, Hopper inhales deeply, and his gasps slowly extinguish, as he decides to grab a cigarette and roll down the car window. "Look at you" he comments, with an amused smile. "Looking like I just murdered you, love."

You smile, tired and fully satisfied. "No, not yet, Hop."

He looks at you, curious. Almost hesitant. But your eyes are so bright – no one should be looked at with such devotion after doing what he just did. Yet there is something so perversely satisfying about seeing his cum on your bare thighs. With a handkerchief, Hopper cleans you, slowly. A hand combs your hair, before stroking your cheek. "Go back to your rides, kid" he grins "I bet we'll see each other again soon."

You bite your lip, and he almost wants to kiss you again, watching you get dressed. "Only if you can catch me, chief." And with that cheeky smile of yours, you leave his car, already fantasizing about your next meeting.

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