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Seduced by Shadows
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Summary: Y/N summons her demon boyfriend Bang Chan for a movie date night but things quickly escalate as the atmosphere gets hot and heavy.
This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate.
Content Warnings: demon sex, magic used in sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cursing, pet names, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), established relationship, rough sex, breeding kink, marking, possessive language, shameless smut, fluffy smut, domestic fluff, porn with feelings, Minho and Changbin make a brief appearance, demon form during sex, cum swallowing, demon summoning, an attempt at comedy
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It's been a very long day at work and all Y/N wants to do now is relax and unwind, she's had enough of her bosses nagging her and customers walking all over her. She hurries home as fast as she can and quickly grabs some chalk to draw the all to familiar summoning circle placing a candle around each point.
Happy with her work, having done this many times before tonight, she dusts her hands of the chalky substance and runs upstairs to her bedroom to make herself look a little more presentable. She applies some light makeup, a simple red lip with sleek winged liner, and puts on a sleek form fitting black dress before kneeling at the base of the circle and whispering a small spell to summon the great demon prince Bang Chan into her home. Almost immediately the white chalk lines are replaced by vibrant blue magic and she can instantly feel the crackles and sparks that shoot off from it, a gust of wind sweeps around the room before settling back down leaving a beautiful young man firmly at the centre.
Once the dust settles the man walks out of the circle and smirks "hey there babygirl, what took you so long?" he rolls his strong shoulders letting the bones crack with each movement "almost thought you weren't going to summon me tonight" he pouts slightly as he offers a hand for her to take which she happily does as he pulls her to her feet ``sorry Channie got held up at work stupid boss wouldn't let me leave, came home as fast as I could" she smiles sheepishly at him.
He chuckles softly taking hold of her chin turning her face towards his own "it's alright babygirl no need to apologise" he wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close against him "you look so fucking beautiful tonight baby~" his other hand slides down her back caressing her skin gently "what's the plan?" Y/N sighs contentedly feeling the demons strong arms wrapping around her so tightly "thanks you're not looking so bad yourself" she giggles as she looks him up and down his red hair is styled up and out of his face, his dark eyes shine beautifully and the intricately decorated jacket he wears shows how regal he actually is "I figured we could have something to eat, maybe watch a movie cuddled under the blankets'' she gives his chest a tight squeeze "wasn't sure how long we'd have before your bodyguards show up but wanted to do something nice tonight… I don't know if you remember but it's been a year exactly since I first summoned you" she blushes slightly feeling a little silly under his brooding gaze.
He nods stroking her cheek lovingly finding her embarrassed blush so very cute "of course I remember that sounds perfect babygirl, we can order some takeout, I'll even let you choose what movie we watch" he winks playfully giving her ass a playful slap making her jump slightly and let out a squeak "after all it's been a year since the best night of my life" Chan pulls her in for a soft kiss before adding "as for the bodyguards, Minho and Changbin won't be showing up anytime soon" he murmurs into her ear "we've got all night baby~" he wiggles his eyebrows seductively, she giggles at the seductive look he's giving her "really how do you know? because I don't want them walking in on us like last ti-" he stops her sentence with a soft kiss and a low growl "that won't happen again, no one but me gets to look at my baby's body" he stares down at her possessively making a shiver of anticipation crawl up her spine.
Her gaze moves from his eyes to his soft plump lips thinking to herself how kissable they look, realising she's getting distracted she shakes her head of the thoughts starting to niggle in the back of her mind, she pulls away from his body slightly and grabs his hand leading him to her kitchen where she digs out some takeout menus to look through "where do they think you are Channie? surely they know your here with me again" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she hands him a couple menus to look through "I left a few tasks to keep them busy, told them they were of the utmost importance to keeping the realm safe" he chuckles as she gasps and pushes his chest "if they find out you're here they'll kick your ass" she shakes her head at his antics "I had to tell them something!" he laughs as he explains his thoughts "they can try and kick my ass but I am a prince of Hell, plus if they do find out you never know maybe they'll understand, they already know I have a soft spot for you babygirl" he winks and pulls her into a warm embrace "if by some miracle they DO show up I'm here to protect you, they'd never lay a hand on you" she sighs and rolls her eyes playfully at him.
She picks up a menu for a pizza place, basic but yummy and not too heavy, and nods towards the paper asking him to tell her what he wants "you're going to get in so much trouble for being here again aren't you?" she asks as she wraps her arms around his body burying her face in his clothes, enjoying the way his scent wraps around her making her feel safe and loved, he quickly points to a pizza he likes then curls his fingers under her jaw and presses his forehead to hers whispering "maybe but I don't care anymore even my father couldn't keep me from you, you're going to be my queen one day" his promise makes her chest tighten as he smiles enjoying their embrace before reluctantly pulling away to let her order the food. She takes the menu and orders two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni. It doesn't take long for the food to get there so they gather up from blankets from Y/N's bed and huddle onto her sofa.
She turns on a movie she knows they've seen a few times before and cuddles into his arms as they eat. Y/N cuddles up to Bang Chan's side as he drapes a large fluffy blanket over the two of them, once settled he places a soft kiss on her forehead as they start watching the movie "you know, when I first summoned you..." at her words he turns to look at her face intrigued "I never could have imagined I'd be having domestic as fuck movie dates with the crown prince of Hell" she giggles as she teases him, he chuckles at her teasing "yeah yeah I know, I'm a big bad demon and we're watching fuckin' Bride Wars while cuddled on your small ass sofa" he jokes as he pulls her closer to him as he sighs contentedly "the shit you do for love" he smiles as he kisses her lips gently. The word 'love' makes her heart thud rapidly against her ribs "I love you too Channie" she returns his kiss eagerly.
He wraps his arms around her tightly as he pulls her closer to his chest "I want to spend every moment with you, to just lay in bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning" he kisses her hair softly "I don't want to let go ever, I can't wait for the day I get to take you back with me rather than having to leave you here alone" his words almost make tears of happiness well up against her lashes ``want to spend the rest of my life with you Chan" she moves her hands to her fingers wrap around his jaw as she pulls him down into a passionate kiss. He lets out a low laugh as he leans down to kiss her again "I want that more than anything babygirl and I promise as soon as I can guarantee your safety I'll take you to Hell with me" he says as he begins to nibble along her neck gently, his fingers moving to run through her hair as he pours all his feelings of love and affection into her skin.
She sighs softly as she feels his warm lips on her skin "I'll make sure you keep that promise" she replies as she moves the hair from her neck giving him more access to mark her body the action making him smile as he continues to kiss her neck and shoulders nibbling on the sensitive skin, he leaves small red and purple marks peppered over her neck and collarbone. As he moves one hand to cup her face and bring her head close to his so he could look into her eyes "you'll stay with me? Forever?" he asks as he looks deeply into her eyes. She nods her head "forever" she promises as she shimmies the blanket off her body as she climbs into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck "let me show you how much I love you Channie" she kisses him, licking over his bottom lip with her tongue making him groan as he grabs onto her hips pulling her closer towards himself as their tongues dance together passionately.
His other arm wraps tightly around her waist holding her firmly against him as she bites his lip gently before breaking apart panting heavily Chan looks at her with love filling his dark eyes "my beautiful baby…" Y/N pulls away from his lips to kiss down his neck and jaw leaving her own little bites and marks, claiming him as her own knowing that his court would know who left the marks on their prince. Once satisfied she moves her hands down to unbuckle the belts tied around his waist, next she unbuttons his shirt and pulls the material off throwing it to the floor, taking a moment to run her hands down his exposed body.
The demon prince lets out a low sigh as he feels her touch sending chills down his spine as he leans back and closes his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his bare chest. With each movement of her fingers he can feel the warmth radiating through his body enjoying the way her nails dig into his skin "so pretty" she smiles as she kisses down his body moving off his lap to sit on the floor between his feet. She runs her hands over his muscled thighs then settles her hands on his belt slowly undoing the leather material letting it also fall to the floor.
He looks down at her with an intensely lustful gaze as he bites his lip at the feeling of her teasing his body. Chan reaches down to run his fingers through the silky length of her hair as he feels his body reacting to the seductive touch of her fingertips Y/N moves her attention to Chan's hardening length, she applies slight pressure making Chan suck in a sharp breath as she plays with him "don't tease babygirl, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on my body" she bites her lip nodding almost obediently as she motions for him to lift his hips so she can tug his pants down. As he sees her motions he lifts his hips allowing her to pull his pants down with ease, as soon as they are down she licks her lips at the sight of his pretty pink cock a bead of precum dribbles over the head of his length.
Chan growls in warning as he sees her staring "what did I say about teasing me?" he groans "sorry baby just love your cock, so pink and pretty" she smiles as she leans forward to lick off the precum from his head, she gives teasing licks and kisses down the length of his dick. He groans low in his throat as she starts licking his cock, the feeling of her tongue running along his shaft sends shivers across his body as he arches his back slightly urging her to stop teasing him "mmmh.." he moans softly. His big hands flex and grip onto the sofa cushions "ah ah" she tuts as she uses her hands to push his hips down and keep them there "we're doing this my way" she smiles as he looks down at her not fully sold on relinquishing control however his the worry soon leaves him as his mind goes blank when she wraps her lips around the head of his cock giving the slit as few licks then moving back to soft sucks around his cock head.
As she sucks his cock head he lets out a shuddering moan her soft sucks aren't quite enough, he starts gripping the cushions tighter as he begs "mhmm.. baby, please" Y/N feels pride swell in her chest at his reactions to her touch but she wants to explore his body "wanna take my time Channie, we're always rushing because of your bodyguards" she flattens her tongue against the underside of his length using her tongue to lick at the veins running along his length, moving her right hand from his hip she spits into it before gripping his length giving it short pumps. His eyes roll back as she spits into her hand and starts applying sweet pressure to his dick, he can feel pleasure starting to spark in this body "you're killing me babygirl," he pants "please let me fuck you already" she simply shakes her head as she rolls her wrist tightening her hold on his length letting her hand rub up and down as her mouth focuses on the head, she gives him a few hard sucks before she starts to move him slowly down her throat licking anywhere she can as she does, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.
His eyes close as he feels her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony, she's always been good at making him melt with her touch, but this is on another level. Her tongue feels so sinfully good as he clutches onto the pillows and moans her name, as she moves her head further down taking in more of his length she keeps a firm hold on his length making sure every inch of him is covered and pleasured as best she can with his impressive size. Her thighs start to rub together in a bid to create some much needed friction as wetness starts to collect between her legs, having him in her mouth and hearing his moans turning her on quickly. He feels every movement in her throat, every twitch of her tongue, every touch of her hand. He's almost at the point of no return, and she hasn't even taken all of him yet. He knows he's done for as she steadily takes his full length down her throat, the tightness and wetness of her tongue and throat making his length throb as a low moan leaves his lips and his hands shoot out to take a hold on her head.
Suddenly she pulls off his length completely taking a breath as her hand keeps pumping him, when she's gotten a lung full of air she takes him back down her throat to the hilt and takes a hold of his hands and pushes them into her hair making him take a hold of her "shit~ you sure babygirl?" he asks, she taps his thigh to give her consent as he starts to fuck her throat his hips thrusting up into her mouth starting slowly at first to let her adjust. She takes everything he's got to give, her throat working against him in a rhythm that drives him wild. Her hair slides through his fingers as he tightens his grip, his eyes closed tight as he fights to maintain control and not go too rough. He can feel his release building in his balls, the pressure building with every stroke of her throat, his grip tightening as the rock of his hips increases as he fucks his cock down her throat as carefully as he can.
She moans around his length as he takes control of her body, the vibrations flow straight to his cock making him choke out a loud groan "fuck...fuck... close" he moans out as his grip on her hair becomes almost bruising, she uses her tongue to lick against his cock as he moves faster down her tightening throat. He feels his orgasm building, and with a grunt he grips her hair even tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, harder, his breathing quickening. Then it hits him, with a loud moan of her name he holds her head firm against his body as he cums hard down her throat as his grip on her head loosens she slowly pulls away from his cock making sure to clean him clean as she moves away, looking into his eyes she licks her lips and any precum left on her fingers "you good baby?" she asks with a giggle as his chest heaves heavily.
His breath coming in ragged gasps panting for air he nods, letting his hands run over his face before looking back down at her and nodding slightly, "yeah I'm fine..." he says softly, "I think you just sucked my dark soul out through my dick" he chuckles as his breathing evens out. She giggles at his dramatic comment "glad you enjoyed it baby" she crawls back onto his lap as she nuzzles his neck with her nose, Chan basks in her loving attention for a moment before he grins at her mischievously. His dark eyes glow blue as his magic crackles into existence, he clicks his fingers and teleports them to her bed where he throws her down and crawls over her body with a predatory gaze.
He smiles widely when they arrive at her room feeling himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes, he leans forward and presses gentle kisses along her jawline before trailing them lower towards her collarbone, licking lightly "I've missed this, missed feeling you" he clicks his fingers again to leave her bare in front of him, he nudges his nose along her neck as he growls possessively "you smell so fucking good babygirl... smell like me" a shiver runs down her spine at his words she lets out a small whimper as she spreads her legs for him "need you Channie" she reaches her hands out to grasp at his body.
His cock hardens at her words, he nips at her neck softly and smirks a little "need you too little one, need to be inside you... I need to hear your sweet voice calling my name as you cum around my cock..."he reaches his hand down and groans as he feels her slick running down her thighs "so wet... I'll barely have to prep you" he smirks as he pushes two of his long fingers into her wet pussy making her moan out. His words have her walls clenching down on his thick fingers as they thrust up hitting the deepest parts of her body "don't need prepped Channie, I can take you please...please need you in me now" she cries out as her hands come to grip his muscled arms.
He pulls back sucking her essence off his fingers and growls hearing her beg before reaching under her knees and lifting them over his shoulders. He groans deeply as he enters her, stretching her wide, slowly pushing his cock into her, filling her so deliciously as her moans steadily increase in volume before he begins to pound into her with force, his lips crashing against hers with a savage passion that matches his movements. Her back arches off the bed as he sets a rough pace pounding her back into the bed as her eyes screw up from the immense pleasure "want you to call me by my birth name babygirl" he grunts as he re angles his hips to make sure his cock head is hitting her g-spot "want you to call me Chris" a loud moan leaves both of their lips as she clenches down on his length, she nods her head immediately moaning out his name "C-Chris~ fuck baby... you're cock is filling me so deeply" she chases his lips as he trusts into her.
He grips her asscheeks tight pulling closer as he continues to pound into her hard, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he speaks "always wanted to hear you moan my given name...had to wait until I knew you'd be my queen" he grunts each time his cockhead rubs against her g-spot. He growls out her name as he slams into her faster and harder, his breath coming in short bursts, his face twisted in pure lust as her pussy sucks him in greedily. Her bed starts to shake with every thrust but neither of them could care what her neighbours can hear, she whimpers and clenches down on him as he calls her his words "you like that babygirl? when I call you my queen?" he grins as she nods her head, her grip on his body tightening as he rocks her body back and forth.
He groans loudly as he feels her tighten around him, her walls squeezing tightly around his shaft as he pounds into her relentlessly, his hands gripping onto her thighs for support as he leans forward kissing and licking her neck "well I love calling you my queen because that's what you will be when we get married" he whispers between kisses, his voice hoarse from all the exertion as he lays his heart bare for her. Her cries in pleasure are making her throat sore but she can hardly recognise the pain through the immense pleasure shooting through her limbs "'m gonna fuck my babies into you, gonna breed you so every demon out there knows your mine" his grip on her thighs tightens, the skin turning red from how hard he's gripping her "need your cum Chris" Y/N cries out.
The sound of her cry sends shivers up his spine, his hand reaching down to stroke her clit in gentle circles "I'm going to fill you up babygirl, mark you as mine" he whispers before leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth eagerly "want you to cum around my cock~" he grunts as his fingers increase their speed on her throbbing clit. Y/N reaches her hands up to rest in his hair tugging roughly as he thrusts into her, she whines loudly as the pleasure of his fingers on her clit and his cock spearing into her g-spot have her eyes rolling back as she babbles cock drunk "g-gonna- g- gonna cum!~ cumming~" she cries as she bucks her hips up, thighs shaking wildly.
He grunts as she tugs on his hair and he feels her buck against him, her body trembling beneath his touch as she cums hard around his thick member, coating it in her slick "ohh fuck...you're such a good girl for me..." he moans softly, as his thrusts become erratic a familiar blue crackle fills the room as his regal red horns sprout from his head making her gasp, knowing his horns are sensitive she gives them a rough tug making his hips stutter into her walls.
He growls deeply in pleasure at her rough touch on his horns thrusting into her harder as he feels them being played with, making his eyes roll back as he loses himself in the moment "you're so fucking sexy playing with my horns like that...Y-Y/N... I-I'm…" she clenches her walls down hard as he gives her one last rough thrust before he's spilling his hot cum into her pussy, rocking his hips forward as he slowly comes down from the intense high she's milking from him.
He releases a ragged groan of pleasure as he spills himself into her feeling her tight walls clench down on his cock making him shudder with pleasure, leaning forward as he kisses down her neck groaning as he feels her soft lips against his neck "fuck...you're so-wet and warm around me…" they stay still wrapped in each other's arms for a moment as their breathing becomes less erratic Y/N winds her hands through his hair, brushing her fingers over his golden tipped horns with a small smile on her face.
A smile plays on his lips as he feels her hands in his hair and ghosting over his horns reaching up he wraps his fingers around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his nose against her own "I love you" a soft giggles escapes her lips at his feather light touches "I love you too Chris" the demon on top of her blushes slightly but smiles moving his lips to place kisses along her wrists, once his length has started to soften he pulls out of her slowly moving his body away to get a damp cloth to clean them up with.
Chan quickly and carefully cleans her up first then gives himself a quick wipe down before throwing the cloth into a nearby bin, he rejoins her in bed crawling over her body as he pulls her close his face inches from hers as he places light kisses over her cheeks then down to her lips. She returns his soft kisses sighing contently, he rubs his nose against her neck then he looks into her eyes "if you ever wait that long before you summon me again I'll hunt you down and make your life insufferable" he laughs as he gently pokes her side "didn't wanna disturb you in case you were busy with your 'princely duties' but couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you tonight" he hums at her answer "summon me anytime you want or need me babygirl, I'm all yours" he smiles as she gives him a tight squeeze.
A low hum rumbles in his throat as he holds onto her tighter, unable to resist the urge to claim every inch of her body. His lips are hot and demanding as they take hers desperately, their tongues intertwining together without restraint. Chan softly pushes Y/N into her bed and he's about to crawl back on top of her when the pair hear two very familiar voices pounding on her bedroom door "you in there Chan?" Changbin asks, sounding a bit sheepish, as a slap fills the space "of course he is, can't you smell them" Minho complains and she can already imagine the look of disgust on his face. Chan simply growls low in this throat "someone better be fucking dying" clearly not sensing the danger they're in at interrupting Chan the duo burst into the room "no one's dying yet… woah" Minho blinks as he points to Chan's clearly visible horns grumbling as he dodges a pillow thrown at his head by Chan.
The frustrated demon prince pulls Y/N behind his back and makes sure her body is covered completely before giving his friends his attention "demons are whispering about how long you've been gone man" Changbin speaks before hesitantly adding "the king and queen, y'know your parents, are demanding you return home" he flinches slightly expecting another pillow to come flying at them.
The sigh that leaves Bang Chan is one of defeat and annoyance "fine fine I'll get dressed and come back home" he turns to his pretty human with a frown " 'm sorry babygirl, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" he places a chaste kiss against her lips, he gives her one last longing look before he stands making the men quickly cover their eyes "you could've waited till we left the room ew" Minho tuts as Changbin laughs silently "you two" Chan points between them "wanted me to hurry and I was clearly very busy before you teleported here" an amused laugh leaves his friends as they both nod muttering a joint "clearly" while looking at each other with smirks on their faces which only works to increase the frown on Chan's gorgeous face.
Using his magic he quickly redresses himself and his lover allowing Y/N to stand and say goodbye, she gives him a long passionate kiss before muttering a soft "I love you" against his lips. With a longing sigh he responds "I love you too babygirl" he gives her one last tight squeeze before standing with his life long friends and bodyguards "a pleasure as always" Minho smiles giving her a small bow "same time next week" Changbin jokes earning a slap to the back of his head from Chan and a laugh from Minho and Y/N "bye boys, look after him will you?" she speaks sweetly, receiving an earnest nod from the two slightly smaller demons as she blows Chan a kiss and watches with a sigh as they disappear in a haze of smoke "see you next week" she smiles to herself as she flops onto her bed curling into her bed sheets surrounded by the scent of her royal lover.
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bahbzxxx · 9 months
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Serenitea pot shenanigans 3~ Little Whopperflower🦋✨🌺
(Ven ven x reader)
~In which you decide that stealing his bowtie is the best idea ever🎀(TM)~
CW: it gets a little smutty
ヾ(。>﹏<。)ノ゙✧*。
"W-windblume? Windblume! There you are...I've been looking all over for you! I just- "
He stops.
You turn your head innocently, eyes a glimmer and hair gently flowing among the thousand winds.
"hmm..."
To the bard, you're always a stunning sight~ a shade more ethereal than white.
But you've really taken the cake this time~ spoiling him with this sight. Even if it meant you were a little whopperflower at the same time.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips. "Of course...I see..." He whispers to himself, soft and low.
A few hairs stick to your lips as you tilt your head innocently. You push them back.
"w-whats wrong?" You ask sweetly, trying to maintain eye contact. He naturally notices how your eyes dart to his chest for just a splinter of a moment, and how your cheeks gain a slight hue of pink. At his undone shirt.
You're holding back your giggles. He knows you are. You're batting your eyelashes...you know you're guilty. Every inch of you is riddled with guilt!
Yet here you are...wearing his bow, so beautifully tucked into your locks...feigning innocence.
"W-whats wrong?" Venti asks, playing fake ignorance to match the caliber of your acting skills. But you know that look. That mischevious yet silly smile growing on his face as he closes his eyes.
"Ah, it's nothing, my muse! Ehehe..."
He comes closer, and you turn your head slightly away from him to hide your stifled giggles. He's right behind you now, just close enough to be touching. But not quite yet...
"I just...I can't help but feel I've misplaced something..."
"Oh really?"
You feel Venti's breath now, on the back of your neck. It gives you a rush of butterflies that you try so very hard to conceal from him.
"Oh...yes...I was going to wear it for our stroll tonight..."
"Oh, it's only a stroll, my love..."
"Not on evenings when it's with you, my muse."
You can't help the small laugh that escapes you from that line. It's also so wonderfully comedic hows he's gone from increasingly suductive to pouty within a matter of seconds.
"Hey, what's so funny? It's true!"
"i-im sorry! C-carry on!" You giggle again, and he keeps pouting for a moment before getting back into character.
"so...what is it that youre looking for?" You ask, twirling the bow in your finger. "May I...help?"
His heart pounds out of his chest as you press your back into him. Would he really need to cut the act so short? You really are quite the tease, getting him all flustered...
...
You're being such a whopperflower in so many ways this evening!
"Ah...well...maybe if..." He begins to weave his fingers through your hair gently. You think he's about to take the bow out of your hair at first, but instead, he grips your waist and purrs into your ear.
"mmm...nevermind. I believe I've found it~my little whopperflower~"
"W-whopperflower? What's that me-ahh!"
You squeal as he wraps his arms around your middle tightly, lifting you off the ground and then plopping you onto the ground among the asters. He chuckles devilishly, lapping up the picture before him. What a beautiful sight it is, for his eyes and his eyes alone...wearing something belonging to him so graciously and lovingly. Even though it was stolen...sometimes, you just have to learn your lesson...right?
Immediately, his body is on top of yours, using his weight to pin you down so there would be no escaping his affect- consequences.
He proceeds to lay his love on you, letting his hands roam so freely along your body as he kisses you. Simple kisses on the lips become sloppier until they are no longer just on the lips, but all over your face, your neck, and even getting closer to your collarbone. The cute noises you make just for him fill him with more desire and love, so much so that his body aches from it. He groans against your neck, still trying to press into your body even more. You wrap your legs around his soft waist, eliciting an even stronger reaction from the bard. He chuckles darkly.
"Hm...you're enjoying this too much, aren't you, you little whopperflower..." He teases, his lips and breath brushing against the skin of your neck.
"N-no...what makes you think that?"
"oh?" He lifts his head, his hair brushing against your cheek and tickling you before his turquoise eyes shine in dramatized concern. "Then, pardon me! Since you're obviously not pleased...perhaps I should...hmm...I should go..."
Your eyes widen. You purposely stole his bow just to get this...
When he slowly and dramatically pulls himself off of you, drudgingly, you yank him back down by his collar. His eyes widen for a moment, but they become filled to the brim with lust and mischief within mere seconds.
"Wow, you~ you're asking for it now, you little weed..."
"I'm not a weed! I'm your windblume!" You pout.
"Oh? Are you sure? Positively absolutely sure?" He purrs, and then lovingly caresses your cheek~ the eye of the storm before he gives you your divine punishment.
"yeah!" Oh. That little pout.
"Aw...wonderful." He giggles and closes his eyes. An even denser fog descends upon the area. If you weren't even one hundred percent sure that the two of you had privacy tonight before...
Well...
His cape comes off so delicately. So, so very delicately. His hat, he places on top of it, giving it a few pats. His eyes are still closed. He seems so calm. At divine peace.
He gently, oh so gently, crawls on top of you, his braids gently tickling you in the face. For a little bit, he's looming over you, as if he's waiting for you to do something... His braids still dangling, brushing your cheeks.
You know very well how this works...It's your waiver, a contract between you and your lover...and this is how you sign it~ especially on evenings where he just knew that you may get a little...caught in the storm...
You undo his braids at a largo pace~ painfully slow and gently. You can see the cracks in his smile forming, and he's getting impatient. You giggle, imagining how this will present itself.
"Oh, my Little whopperflower, my sweet, lovely, divine, innocent whopperflower...I have all of the time in Teyvat for your shenanigans..."
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TYSM for reading!!!🦋✨
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aurasyn · 6 months
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Summer Rain [HalsinxF!Tav One Shot]
Just some soft cuteness about Halsin helping calm Tav after an Anxiety Attack. He is like a walking weighted blanket and I wanted to write that so here we are.
Read on AO3 or under the cut.
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Halsin/Female Tav
Warnings: Discussion of Anxiety
Word Count: 1261
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Hand to chest, breathe.
In, out
In, out
Count down from ten
“10,
9,
8,,
7,
6,
6,”
Dammit.
Three things you can see?
“A tree stump, the lake, a boulder”
Three things you can hear?
“Crickets, rustling leaves, the wind”
Three things you can touch?
“The ground,
The…grass”
Dammit
Hells.
The world twisted on its axis, and as Tav neared the camp, she battled the urge to drop to her knees in the dirt. Anxiety attacks were nothing new, yet she was determined not to reveal her vulnerability to her companions. Over the past few days, a growing unease had settled within her as they drew closer to Baldur's Gate, the looming battle with the Elder Brain intensifying her apprehension. Tonight had become the breaking point.
While gathering firewood for the camp, Tav had taken a moment to gaze out over the serene lake, seeking solace beneath the celestial canopy. The stars shimmered gloriously above her, but as she stood there, inhaling the crisp night air, her thoughts veered toward the horrors that awaited them. The enormity of the risks they faced by stepping foot into Baldur's Gate after their confrontation with Ketheric Thorm weighed heavily upon her. She couldn't help but fear for herself and her companions. What if something went wrong?
She had tried to shake off these troubling thoughts and continue her journey back to camp, but the dread only swelled, growing inside her and constricting her chest like a suffocating fungus. Soon, she heard Karlach's laughter and Scratch's excited barks in the distance. The tiefling had been teaching their furry companion tricks, and it seemed they were sharing the progress with the others. This simple moment of joy should have warmed her, but her anxiety continued to simmer beneath the surface.
When she spotted Halsin through the trees, serenely whittling another wooden duck outside his tent, it became too much to bear. Her breath left her in a rush. Racing against her own tears, Tav hastened through the trees to the campsite. "Hey, Soldier! You're back! Check it out, I taught Scratch to shake hands," Karlach greeted her. But Tav couldn't muster a response, fearing that speaking would unleash the flood of sobs threatening to overwhelm her. She merely waved in acknowledgment, dropped the firewood, and retreated to her tent.
Once inside, her trembling knees gave way, and she crumpled to the ground, tears flowing freely. Her chest felt overwhelmingly full, yet stretched thin, a sensation of being crushed and torn apart simultaneously. She attempted to grasp onto her bedroll for stability, but her quivering hands slipped through the fabric.
Closing her eyes and pressing her forehead into a patch of dirt beside the bedroll, she sought solace in the cool earth, which provided some relief. Nevertheless, her mind and body still pulsed with tension, a dark mist of fear gradually filling her from within and pushing everything else out. She fought hard to stifle her sobs, determined not to burden the others with her distress.
Tav drew her knees to her chest, attempting to make herself as small as possible, as if reducing her surface area could banish the encroaching dread. But it only consumed her further, to the point that she didn't even hear the heavy footsteps approaching her tent. "My love," Halsin's voice barely reached her ears. "Karlach asked me to check on you. Are you alright? May I come in?" He waited a moment, but Tav was lost in her turmoil, unable to hear him, let alone respond. Another whimper escaped her, prompting Halsin to cautiously open the tent flap, his towering form shielding the view of the firelight.
Inside the tent, Halsin discovered Tav, curled into a ball, her face buried in the ground, tears flowing. He immediately stepped forward, carefully kneeling beside her. He placed a large, gentle hand on her shoulder, knowing that his comforting touch had a soothing effect when she was upset. "What troubles you, my heart? Did something happen while you were gathering firewood?"
Tav remained speechless; her words seemed stolen from her, replaced by tension and fear. Instead, when she felt her lover's hand on her shoulder, she turned her head to meet his gaze. She had little doubt she appeared disheveled, her eyes swollen and reddened by tears, her cheeks streaked with dirt. She wouldn't have blamed him if he had laughed or recoiled. But he did neither. Instead, he frowned, using his other hand to cup her cheek and gently wipe away a muddy tear with his sturdy thumb.
"The earth suits you, love, but I hate to see your tears. Come, you are safe." He extended his arms, and she willingly sought refuge within them, burying her face into his broad chest. The elf enfolded her in a tight embrace, one hand resting on her waist, the other cradling the back of her head. Without releasing her, he adjusted their position, settling into a seated stance and pulling her into his lap
 As she nuzzled against him, inhaling his woodsy scent, Halsin's muscular frame provided a reassuring weight against her. For reasons she couldn't fully explain, Tav immediately began to feel calmer in Halsin's arms, her anxiety gradually dissipating with the pressure of his body surrounding her much smaller frame. He ran his hand gently through her hair, whispering sweet words in her ear. “It’s alright, my heart. I am here, and I have you. There is nothing to fear.” 
Tav's composure returned, her tears drying and leaving traces of clean skin amid the dirt on her face. “I’m sorry.” Tav whispered, turning so her temple was pressed against his chest so he could hear her. 
Halsin, continuing to stroke her hair, asked, "Whatever for?"
"For letting my emotions get the better of me, I guess," she confessed, her voice barely above a murmur. "For being like this. It's like sometimes, I get this fear that I just can't control, and it paralyzes me. I didn't mean to bother you with it."
Halsin carefully took Tav by the shoulders, holding her slightly away from him so he could meet her gaze. "My love," he began softly, "Nature has bestowed upon us the gift of emotion—to feel deeply. While these emotions may sometimes appear overwhelming," he added, planting a kiss on the top of her head, "they are reminders of the blessings we've received. I would never ask you to conceal your emotions any more than I would request a hurricane to still its winds." He let his hands slide down her shoulders to hold her hands in his. "Without these emotions, our hearts would never have intertwined. That is not a world I wish to inhabit. Would you?" He raised her hands to his lips, gazing up at her expectantly.
"No," Tav responded quietly, a small smile gracing her features as she looked at him. "A world where we're apart seems like a cruelty." Her words evoked a smile from Halsin as he kissed her knuckles. "You are truly a wonder."
Tav withdrew her hands from his grasp and instead wrapped her arms around Halsin's neck, capturing his lips with a passionate kiss. He emitted a soft, appreciative hum before encircling her waist with his arms.
"I have just one thing to ask," Tav added after a few moments.
"Anything, my heart," came Halsin's warm reply.
"Could you hold me tighter?"
Halsin chuckled softly, his broad shoulders tensing as he tightened his embrace around Tav. Together, they sank onto the bedroll, their connection deepening in the warmth of their embrace.
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soapybutt17 · 8 months
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Summary: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick has a secret that would put his actual life in danger. It was one thing to constantly put his life on the line for mission and it was another to deal with the wrath of his boyfriend’s father who just so happens to also be his superior. Character: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x M!Price!Reader (Call Sign: Ace). John Price. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. Word Count: 1,758 Chapter Warnings: Slight Angsty. Possibly getting caught . Hints of Homophobia in the Military Setup. Secret Relationship. Love Confession. Cliff Hanger. A/N: Requested by @kermit-your-mom. This was a total 360 from your request, but somehow it works so well with Gaz and Ace (a part of me wants to make a series about them btw).
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As you and Sergeant Gaz exit the broom closet, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you share a knowing smile that speaks volumes. Gaz’s cheeks were flushed, and he can’t help but glance at you with a playful twinkle in his eyes. You both understand the risks involved, but your love for each other makes it all worth it—not even the wrath of your own father scared either of you.
You walk side by side, trying your best to maintain composure, as you make your way back to the Mess Hall. The corridor seems longer than usual, every step echoing the pounding of your heart. Despite the excitement, you can’t help but feel a pang of anxiety about being caught. But whenever doubts creeps in, Gaz’s reassuring presence steadies you.
Gaz reaches out and lightly brushes his hand against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You intertwine your fingers, holding onto the fleeting connection, finding comfort in the warmth of his touch. The simple act of being able to show affection in this brief moment feels like a stolen treasure, and you savor it.
As you approach the Mess Hall’s entrance, you see a few fellow faces chatting and laughing. You exchange a quick, knowing glance with Gaz, silently agreeing to keep your distance for now. You break contact and adjust your uniform, doing your best to look inconspicuous.
“Hey, Ace! Gaz! Where the hell were you two?” It’s Sergeant Soap MacTavish, one of your buddies in the Task force. You both turn to face him, trying to act casual.
“We were just checking something out in the storage room, nothing exciting.” You respond, attempting to sound nonchalant. Gaz adds a playful comment about the mess they found there, earning a laugh from Soap.
You manage to steer the conversation to some recent training exercises and upcoming missions, avoiding any topics that might give away your secret. The whole time, Gaz's leg brushes gently against yours under the table, and it takes all your willpower not to react.
As the conversation continues, you can't help but notice the discreet glances Gaz gives you, each one filled with affection. It reminds you of the stolen moments you shared in the broom closet, and you can't help but blush at the memory.
After what feels like an eternity, the conversation finally starts to wind down, and your fellow soldiers disperse. You and Gaz exchange a subtle nod before leaving the Mess Hall together. The relief of being alone again is palpable.
In the quiet solitude of the night, you and Gaz walk side by side, hands brushing occasionally, both yearning for the freedom to be openly together. But for now, the secrecy is the only way to keep your love alive.
"Tonight was... incredible," Gaz finally whispers, breaking the silence between you.
You smile and squeeze his hand gently. "It really was."
"I wish we didn't have to hide like this," he admits, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Me too," you say softly. "But for now, let's focus on the moments we can steal together, like tonight."
He nods, understanding the necessity of secrecy. You both know the dangers and consequences if your relationship were to be exposed. It was one thing having to deal with the higher ups finding out about your relationship, it was another having to deal with your father’s wrath. It would end with either of you punished.
You find a secluded spot near the edge of the base, away from prying eyes and ears. The moon casts a soft glow over the two of you as you settle down, leaning against the wall. Gaz glances at you, concern etched across his face.
"You okay, Ace? You've been quiet," Gaz asks gently, his hand finding yours, seeking comfort.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the secret you've been carrying. "I've just been thinking about how long we have to keep this a secret, especially from my father, the Captain."
Gaz's expression softens with understanding. "I know it's tough, but we need to be careful. If anyone finds out about us, it could cause all sorts of problems, not just for our relationship, but for both our careers too."
"I know," you reply, squeezing his hand. "It's just... It's hard to keep pretending, to act like we're just friends when I want to hold you close and show the world how much you mean to me."
Gaz's eyes meet yours, his affectionate gaze sending warmth through your heart. "Believe me, I want that too. But we have to be patient. Maybe someday things will change, and we won't have to hide anymore. Until then, we have each other."
You nod, trying to hold back the frustration that bubbles within you. "I just wish my father could see what an amazing person you are, Gaz. He's so focused on being the Captain, on keeping up appearances, that I don't know how he'd react if he found out about us."
Gaz gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's not just your father, Ace. It's the military culture, the expectations, and the fear of judgment. But that doesn't make our love any less real or valid."
"I know," you say softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "And I'm grateful for the moments we share, even if they have to be hidden. I just wish we didn't have to sneak around like this."
Gaz places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I wish the same, but I promise you, Ace, I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together, no matter how long it takes."
You take comfort in his words, feeling a renewed sense of strength. "You're right. As long as we have each other, we can face anything."
Gaz smiles, his eyes filled with love. "Absolutely. And who knows, maybe one day, we'll find a way to be open about our relationship without fear."
You let yourself imagine that possibility, a future where you can walk hand in hand with Gaz, proudly sharing your love with the world. It feels like a distant dream, but one you're determined to reach someday.
The night is calm, and the stars shine brightly overhead as you and Gaz find yourselves in your secret spot once again. The usual silence envelops you, but tonight, there's a different tension in the air. You can't keep your feelings bottled up any longer; it's time to let Gaz know just how much he means to you.
You take a deep breath, your heart racing, and turn to face him. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the love and concern he holds for you.
"Gaz," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I can't keep this to myself any longer. You mean everything to me, and I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and it's been so hard to hide it, especially from my father."
You were always a smug bastard, you had become well known because of it. But every single time the bravado crumbles at the sight of him. Of everything he showed you could be aside from being the son of your father, more than just the War Criminal you were slowly becoming prominent as.
You prided yourself with emotions that you were certain you didn’t truly possess. Even with the length of your relationship with him, it was only now that you made such a confession. It had always been the other way around, how easy it was for him to admit his love for you but takes so long for you to do the same even with his help.
Gaz's expression softens, and he reaches out to cup your face gently. "Ace, you have no idea how much your words mean to me. I've loved you too, with all my heart."
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders as you finally let your feelings out into the open. "I don't care about the risks or the consequences anymore. I just want to be with you, openly, without having to hide. I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you, and show the world how much I love you."
Gaz's eyes shimmer with tears of joy. "Ace, you have no idea how much I've wished for that too. But we have to be patient, at least for now. I won't risk your father's career or yours. I want to protect you, and if that means we have to keep our love a secret for a while longer, then so be it."
You lean in, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. "I don't know how much longer I can bear it, Gaz. The way I feel about you consumes me, and it's getting harder to hide it every day."
Gaz's lips curl into a gentle smile, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "We'll find a way, Ace. I promise. No matter how difficult it gets, I won't let go of you. We'll figure this out together."
As you hold onto him, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding you, you realize that it doesn't matter how long you have to wait. What matters is the love you share, the connection between your souls that transcends the secrecy and the challenges.
In that moment, you can no longer resist the overwhelming desire to feel Gaz's lips against yours. Without a word, you lean in, and he meets you halfway, his lips soft and tender against yours. It's a kiss filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future where you can be together without fear.
In that stolen moment, you forget about the world around you, about the base, your father, and the secret you carry. All that exists is the love you share with Gaz, and the hope that someday, somehow, you'll be able to embrace it openly and proudly.
As the kiss lingers, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. No matter the challenges ahead, you know that with Gaz by your side, you can face anything. And for now, that's enough – to have each other and the love that binds you, even if it remains hidden from the rest of the world.
What neither of you have taken to consideration was the man in the distance, smoking his cigar and a clear sight and hearing of the entire exchange. He will talk to his sons tomorrow, but for now, John would allow them to have their moment.
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ga-yuu · 4 months
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-----Part 1-----
Sueharu: "What have you done to me?"
Sueharu: "The past can never be changed. Even you, a pharmacist, can't erase these scars. And yet...."
Sueharu: "I wonder why, seeing your tears right now, feels like something is being forgiven?"
(....That's how you think of this?)
I feel so bittersweet, and my heart feels like it's about to expload with feelings for Sueharu.
I feel like it would be easier if I could just let it all out, but all I can do is turn it into tears that wet my cheeks.
(Just for now, please)
I closed my eyes, and only felt Sueharu-san's warmth for a while.
...........
That night...
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Benkei: "Listen carefully! Shigehira. The trick to arm-wrestling is....you have to put your weight here...like..this!"
Shigehira: "Yes! Sensei! Teach me more!"
Yoichi: "...Hey, Young master? Are you drunk already?"
I attended the party with Shigehira-kun.
(Pretty much, everyone is drunk...)
In the name of 'deepening our friendship', everyone was told to wear their simple nightrobe.
The sake bottles were empty in no time.
Kurama: "We're out of sake already. Where did Sueharu run off to?"
Yoshino: "Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen him since he said he was going to refill our drinks earlier."
Yoichi: "That bastard. That's unforgivable. Come on Yoshitsune-sama, let's go find him."
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Yoshitsune: "Mmmrmm....Combining my and Kurama's wind...mmrm.."
(Is he sleeping!?)
Yoshitsune: "......the hurricanes...will be three times bigger...."
Shigehira: "That sounds scary~"
Kurama: "Scared already? Bow before me then."
Shigehira: "No thanks...!"
Benkei: "Let's have a arm-wrestling match!"
Kurama: "Sure. Let's break every table here."
Yoshino: "Won't your bones break too. If you go that extreme....?"
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Next to Shigehira-kun and Kurama who where glaring at each other,
Benkei was putting the plates aside so that they don't break.
(It's sight that can make anyone confuse...)
Yoshino: "I'm going to get some water."
Yoichi: "Oh, and if you meet Sueharu on the way. Smack him on the head, will you?"
I left the hall with a wry smile at Yoichi-san's words.
..........
(Haa.....I think I'm a little bit drunk too)
After going to get water, I went down to the beautiful garden.
Then-----
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Sueharu: "Yoshino?"
Yoshino: "Sueharu-san!"
Sueharu-san was sitting on a large stone in the garden waving at me.
Yoshino: "What are you doing here? Everyone else was asking for you."
Sueharu: "I'm just here to sober up. What about you?"
Yoshino: "Same."
I nodded and sat next to Sueharu-san.
Yoshino: "But I'm surprised. Sueharu-san seems to have tolerance to alcohol."
(You probably have a lot of opportunities to drink at parties and you always seem to be in the centre of the circle of people at those times)
Sueharu: "Not really. Not to the extend that I get sleepy after a few drinks like Yoshitsune-sama, but..."
Sueharu: "Unfortunately I was not blessed with that constitution."
Sueharu: "Rather, I learned how to get other people drunk."
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Yoshino: "That's more amazing than simply getting drunk....!"
(I'm not much of a drinker myself so, I honestly envy you that you have that skill)
Sueharu: "I'm a handy man, right? Are you impressed?"
Yoshino: "Yes. I'm very impressed...I respect you from the bottom of my heart."
Sueharu: *surprised*
I chose my words carefully so that dangerous thoughts doesn't overflow.
Yoshino: "Sueharu-san is a person who has come this far by improving herself."
Sueharu: ".....True."
Sueharu: "But is it okay to praise me too much...?"
-----Part 2-----
Sueharu: "But is it okay to praise me too much...?"
------Options------
of course not!
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You're so simple-minded.
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Yoshino: "You're surprisingly simple-minded."
Sueharu: "That's true. Men are like that in front of girls they like."
I hoped the gentle breeze would take the heat away from my cheeks.
(But tonight is the last time we'll play like this)
Sueharu: "By the way, have you thought about.....what Yoshitsune-sama said?"
It is as if something cold has been screwed into the cracks of my heart.
Yoshino: "....It's about whether I should reconsider participating in the upcoming war, right?"
Sueharu: "Even if you stop being the princess of the Shogunate, you can still break your bond with Tamamo, right?"
Sueharu: "I can always sell you information on demons that appear in various parts on Hinamoto."
Sueharu-san looks at me intently as he spoke.
Sueharu: "You'll only lose money if you join the war. Wouldn't you be better off if you just let me have you?"
(If I do that, I wouldn't have to fear death on the battlefield)
(But still)
I shook my head.
Yoshino: "I can't give up on my role...that I've been entrusted with..."
Yoshino: "The Shogunate even allowed me to come to Hiraizumi too."
Yoshino: "They believed in me and that's why sent me here. I cannot betray that trust."
Sueharu: "Even if it costs your life?"
Yoshino: "...This is the path that I chose myself."
Sueharu: *sighs* ".....Your life should have been peaceful, not like this. You idiot."
Sueharu-san's handsome crumbled.
Our gazes interwined and it was like time stopped.
Yoshino: "Sueharu..."
Sueharu: "........."
(Ah....)
Yoshino: "Mm.."
My lips were snatched and a painful heat overlaps.
However, our lips soon parted....
(Why)
The sweet aftertaste made me feel lonely.
Yoshino: "....What was that for?"
Sueharu: "......."
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Sueharu: "I got into a bad habit of playing around. Forget it."
Yoshino: ".....Ngh."
(...I can't forget that)
My heart burns in frustration and pain.
My skin felt so hot that I could almost cry.
(I)
(I wonder why I denied my heart until now)
(...I'm in love with Sueharu-san)
The feelings I have been suppressing came rushing out.
But I'm never allowed to say it.
Sueharu: "Do you want to slap me now? It's okay. I'll accept anything from you happily."
Yoshino: "...Really?"
(I won't cry)
Yoshino: "Then please don't move."
Sueharu: "Mm."
I touched Sueharu-san's cheeks with both my hands.
And this time....I stole his lips.
Sueharu: "...Mm."
Our sighs melt into each other and for a moment, both of us lose our voice.
Sueharu: "Why?"
Yoshino: "After spending time with you, I got into bad habits as well.....I'm an evil woman, you know?"
The memory of the time when I had to infiltrated a court banquet as Sueharu-san's mistress suddenly flashed through my mind.
------FLASHBACK------
Sueharu: "What kind of person you become depends on how you feel."
Sueharu: "Only a handful of people know who they are from the start."
-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----
(I have been wondering what kind of person I want to be since I met Sueharu-san)
-----FLASHBACK------
Sueharu: "Did you know? Once you put this lip rouge, you'll be the evilest woman that can even roll a black merchant in the palm of your hands."
-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----
(If I can become what I really wish for)
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(I want to be a strong opponent of Sueharu-san)
Not a sweet love affair, not an indifferent stranger....
I want you to have strong feelings for me, even if we become enemies.
Yoshino: "----I'll go back first."
Sueharu: "Yes."
Sueharu-san touches my hair half unconsciously.
As I stood up, the feeling of that hand, fades away.
..........
After Yoshino leaves...
Sueharu-san pressed the scar over his left eye with his hand.
Sueharu: ".....It's a lie. I'm the one who can't forget you."
-----Part 3-----
Sueharu: ".....It's a lie. I'm the one who can't forget you."
From the moment she kissed his scar in her room...
Yoshino's face is stuck behind his eyelids and won't disappear.
Sueharu: "I'm sure I'll remember your beautiful crying face many times later."
Sueharu: "You should also remember me. Am I stupid to think like that?"
Only the pale moon listened to the confession. A confession not fit for a black merchant.....
..........
-----The next day, before I left with Shigehira-kun, I informed Yoshitsune-sama of my decision.
I was impressed by the way Yoshitsune-sama replied to my decision in few words. He said, 'That's a pity' while keeping his eyes down.
Shigehira: "...Thank you for your hard work, Yoshino-san."
Yoshino: "You too Shigehira-kun. Thank you for coming with me."
In the oxcart, on the way home, I sat across from Shigehira-kun.
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(Thanks to Shigehira-kun, who never lies to himself and is always straight forward, he was there for me...)
(That's why I felt like I could face the Rebels as myself)
Yoshino: "....I think it would have been much better if they were bad people from the start."
Shigehira: "So that you can fight them without any hesitation?"
Yoshino: "I guess."
I now know Sueharu-san's hidden scars, his kindness and his bond with all the Rebels.
SHigehira: "Still, you chose to fight with us."
Shigehira: "..You are very brave."
Yoshino: "You think? I feel like the moment I step on the battlefield, I would be shaking."
Shigehira: "What are you saying?"
Shigehira: "I'm telling you. If I see you shaking in the battlefield, I would die from laughter."
I was very happy to see that he was very concerned about me despite saying that in sharp tone.
(I haven't told him about Sueharu-san, but it feels like he can sense it...?)
Yoshino: "Thank you, Shigehira-kun."
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Shigehira: ".......for what?'
I noticed Shigehira-kun's ears were faintly red as he pretended not to know.
(I'm blessed with such caring friends)
I was silently rocked on the oxcart for a while, feeling my heart warm.
........
Few days later.....
Yoshino: "We're back!"
When I got back, I got ready and went to greet Yoritomo-sama and others.
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Yoritomo: "Good to see you're doing okay."
Kagetoki: "You went on many trips ever since you left this place. Nothing less from a person who gets easily into trouble."
Yoshino: "I have nothing to say about that...."
(It's been a long time since I saw them all. It feels nostalgic)
Tamamo: ".........."
At that time, when I tried to call out to Tamamo who was sitting next to me-----
Tamamo: "You have become beautiful, Yoshino."
Yoshino: "Hm?"
Tamamo walks towards me silently and stared at me with calm eyes.
Tamamo: "How outrageous that you have become beautiful without my knowledge."
Tamamo: "I wish I could have seen it with my own eyes the moment you turned from a small bud to a blooming flower..."
Yoshino: "Ummm...Tamamo-san?"
Kagetoki: "He has been sulking ever since you, his owner, left him alone."
Yoritomo: "Just give him a pat on the head."
Yoshino: "Isn't that a bit too much?"
Looking troubled I backed away....
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Tamamo: "Is it love?"
Kagetoki: "Of course it is."
Yoritomo: "Congratulations."
(Ngh....)
Yoshino: "What are you talking about!?"
Tamamo: "Then explain this Yoshino..."
Tamamo: "Why is your face slightly flushed, you have a melancholy eyes and your lips are slightly coloured?.....in my eyes, you look like a woman who has completely fell in love."
(I don't understand what you're saying, but you're really sharp...!)
The three of them were smiling evilly at me as I flinched.
(Why is there no one to help me, right now!)
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Kagetoki: "Kitsuji Sueharu."
-----Part 4-----
Kagetoki: "Kitsuji Sueharu."
Yoshino: ".....No!"
Kagetoki: "I only mentioned his name and now you're over reacting."
(....I can't hide anything from these people)
Yoritomo: "Yoshino."
I made up my mind and bowed deeply.
Yoshino: "...Please forgive me."
Yoshino: "I have no intention of fulfilling my wishes. I would never do anything that would cause trouble for the Shogunate."
Yoritomo: "....You dummy."
A low voice surprised me that came from above.
(Eh...)
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Yoritomo: "We already knew about this when you came back."
Tamamo: "Love is not a sin, Yoshino. No matter who the other person is."
Kagetoki: "Still, you had to go and choose the most troublesome main in this whole world."
Kagetoki: "But I appreciate the fact that you weren't blinded by love."
Yoshino: "...You guys."
I opened my eyes and looked at the faces of the three people standing in front of me.
Yoritomo: "As long as you help us, the Kamakura Shogunate will respect you."
Yoritomo: "No matter what you think in your heart, you are a member of the Shogunate."
Yoshino: "....Thank you."
(I'm happy. As long as I have those words, I can be proud of my decision)
My heart still hurts when I think about meeting Sueharu-san again on the battlefield, but...
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(....I'm looking forward to be a person who is not ashamed of myself)
I smiled as I thought of him in the back of my head.
The day of the Great War approaches, leaving behind flowery feelings.
Soon afterwards, news was sent out that the Rebels forces, ready for war, were moving south.
At the Rebel camp...
Sueharu: "Benkeiii. The new recruits I have gathered will join you guys tomorrow. So please look after them."
Sueharu stops to talk with Benkei.
Benkei: "Oh, Thanks and sorry. We have been counting on you for military strength."
Sueharu: "Yeah yeah but I'm also getting what I want, so don't think too much about it."
Sueharu: "It was difficult to find human resources like the Rebel soliders....so please go easy on them."
Benkei: "Compared to the Shogunate, we're not that extravagant. We need numbers to counter the Shogunate's war effort."
After saying that Benkei sudenly closed his mouth.
Benkei: "........"
Sueharu: "Benkei?"
Benkei: "We're very grateful to have you Sueharu."
Sueharu: "Of course. It is inevitable to rely on an excellent merchant. But what happened all of a sudden?"
Benkei then looks sharply at Sueharu.
Benkei: "Are you sure you're not gonna regret this?"
Sueharu: "...Regret what?"
Sueharu laughs.
Sueharu: "Rather than wasting my time regretting about something, I'd rather make more money. Don't you know about my personality----"
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Benkei: "Yoshino."
Sueharu: "............"
Sueharu's eyes flickered slightly at the name.
Benkei: "Listen, Sueharu. You're one of us no matter what."
Benkei: "You can choose what you want and who you want to be with, but that won't change our feelings about you."
Sueharu: "Hahaha. Nice confession of love Benkei."
Benkei: "Stop making fun of me."
Sueharu: "...Benkei is not nice to me only because he won't allow this kind of deception."
Bitterness seeps into Sueharu's eyes.
Without looking away, Benkei opened his mouth.
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Benkei: "Sueharu. You must be true to your heart."
----Part 5----
Benkei: "Sueharu. You must be true to your heart."
Sueharu: "It doesn't matter now."
Benkei: "......"
Sueharu stands up and look down at Benkei.
A shadow falls over his face.
Sueharu: "No matter what I try, that girl and me are not compatible."
Sueharu: "Even though I have money to buy almost anything, I can't buy love and happiness."
Sueharu whose back was turned, laughed.
Sueharu: "The Shogunate's army has already moved northwards, and soon the battlefield will be halfway between the two countries."
Sueharu: "At the very least, let me make a fortune from your flashy battles, Benkei."
Benkei murmured lightly as he watched Sueharu's shadow walk away.
Benkei: "....Idiot."
..........
The flames of war that flared up as the two armies clashed quickly spread and plunged the battlefield into chaos.
Yoshino: "Please bring the injured who can't move on their own over here!"
Shogunate soldiers: ".....Yes. Thank you..."
I was still in the rear at the order of Yoritomo-sama...
Now that it was a mixed bag, it was never safe to be anywhere else.
(I also prepared medicines and discussed many times with Kagetoki-san about the nursing system for wounded soldiers)
(I practised using different powers with Tamamo, and I also trained to ride fast on a horse)
Remembering my past efforts, one by one, and doing what is needed to keep my mind at ease.
Kagetoki: "Yoshino! Soon we will be invaded by the enemy."
(Kagetoki-san!)
Kagetoki-san, rushing towards me on the horseback seemed like a knife piercing through the air.
Kagetoki: "Move with the wounded as arranged. A detachment team will lead the way."
Yoshino: "Yes! Thank you very much!"
At Kagetoki-san's signal, the soldiers immediately started moving.
Kagetoki: "You will then join the main force with Tamamo and Yoritomo-sama."
Kagetoki: "Morinaga and Shigehira will break the front line, and when Yoshitsune-sama comes out, we will have to ask you to use the power of the nine-tail fox."
Yoshino: "...Got it."
Kagetoki: "Keep calm."
Kagetoki: "Kitsuji Sueharu is also in this battlefield."
Yoshino: ".....!"
Holding my hand, Kagetoki-san looks into my eyes.
Kagetoki: "Be careful."
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Kagetoki-san's words were filled with kindness even though it was a whisper.
(I must have gotten to know Kagetoki-san well enough to sense that)
.............
But as if to mock that advice----
A battlefield trap from which there was no escape loomed every second.
(I know it's been a long time but....I wonder if the other soldiers are safe)
As the sky turned vermilion, I hid myself in the mountains gasping for breath.
During the movement, the soldiers were heavily ambushed and were forced to leave me here to fight back.
I was quietly observing the surroundings....
Enemy soldier 1: "They said there is a woman around here...."
Enemy soldier 2: "If that's the information the black merchant sold to you, it must be true."
(The Rebel soldiers!? They know where I am....?)
I shuddered at the sound of approaching footsteps and voices.
(....Calm down. We have to get out of here anyway)
Carefully, so as not to be noticed, I muffled my voice then dropped back into the darkness behind the trees.
I ran as fast as I could until I no longer see my opponent.
..............
Yoshino: "Haa....Haa....."
How long have I been running? My breathing was ragged and my legs were trembling.
Stopping to check the position of the moon...
(....!? Footsteps...?)
A figure stood in the darkness blocking my path.
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Sueharu: "....It's a beautiful night with a beautiful moon. I can see the escaping rabbits quite clearly."
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justmeinadaze · 1 year
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Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 3 (Eddie X Reader)
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A/N: Ok, I decided I'm going to release this one as is mostly because there's some things I want to focus on in the next one that I think will be the final part. I don't know lol
Warnings: No smut in this one. Just lots of feels.
Word count: 1796
Three days. It had been three days since you had seen or heard from Eddie. He didn’t try to text or call and neither did you but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t killing you. 
“Honey.” James swats at your foot lightly as it hangs off the bed. “I’m worried.”
“Why?! What happened? Is mom ok?”
“No, no, no she’s fine. Shit. I’m sorry. I need to be clearer. I’m worried about you.” You released a heavy sigh as you leaned back against the pillows. The bed shifts as James lays down next to you. “You just seem really out of it these last few days.”
“I know. I’m sorry, baby. I’m just…it’s weird being back here, you know?”
“I can understand that.” He rolls over and lays his head on your chest pulling you closer to him.
“Someone’s fucking grumpy.” Eddie sighs as you turn your head from him when he leans in for a kiss.
“Where have you been? I’ve been sitting here for over an hour.”
“I’m sorry, Princess. Look, I lost track of time. Someone wanted to buy and I scheduled a time to meet them and—”
“And you just forgot I was coming over tonight? Thanks, Eddie. You always know how to make me feel fucking special.”
You start to stomp off but he grabs your arm pulling you to his chest and pins you against him with his arms. You try to shove him back but it’s no use. He’s stronger. You huff into his shirt as you relent and wrap your arms around him. His arms slightly release their grip as his hand winds up the back of your head, into your hair, holding you closer to him. 
“I’m sorry. You’re right. You are fucking special. I’m just a fucking idiot.”
“I have an idea!” James shouts startling you. “Why don’t I take you to lunch but you pick a restaurant that used to be your favorite. Maybe that will perk up your spirits.”
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You chose a little burger place that was a few blocks away from Hawkins High School. You and your friends would go their all the time after school to just hang out or do homework. It used to be your safe haven. You and James get in line and he stares up at the menu on the wall. You didn’t need to. You already knew what you wanted. 
A familiar laugh found its way to your ears. You disconnect from your fiancée’s side on the hunt for its origin. You found yourself in front of one of the old tables you used to frequent currently housing the man you used to frequent it with. 
“Hi?” The girl across from him looked up at you, confused. Your eyes shifted from her to Eddie trying to comprehend what you were looking at. It was simple to anyone who happened to glance their way but to you it made no sense. Why was Eddie here with someone else and who the fuck is this?!
“Oh, hey Eddie.” James comes up behind you. “Baby, I ordered you something. I hope that’s ok.”
“Um, Tiff, this is one of my old friends from High School Y/N and her fiancée James.” Eddie gestures as the girls looks at you both and smiles politely. Of course, her name was Tiffany. Your body was now visibly shaking from anger and what was worse was you had no right to be. This is what you wanted, right?
“Well, I’d ask you to join us but—”
“That sounds like a great idea!” You cut Eddie off practically shouting causing every head in the restaurant to look at you funny. “Let’s join them, honey.” Without waiting for an answer, you sit in on of the empty chairs at their table. 
Eddie’s head quarks to the side as his jaw clenches. James bends his knees getting down on your level. “Honey, I think we may be interrupting something.”
A breathy laugh escapes your lips. “No! No. No? I’m not…am I… am I interrupting something here, Eddie?” His eyes shift down to his hands as his chest rises and falls heavily. “Holy shit. I’m… I’m sorry. I’m all out of sorts today.”  
You rise from your chair and leave their table but instead of heading to a new one you walk straight out the front door.
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While James is fast asleep beside you, you lay awake staring at the wall thinking about the day’s events. You told him the reason you acted so strange was because you didn’t feel well. He carried you up the stairs to bed and laid with you while you watched tv. He brought you some food your mom made and then sat with you while you took a bath. James really was a good man. He just wasn’t Eddie… 
“Oh my god. You are so disgusting.” You throw a fry at Eddie as he reaches his sweaty arm over you to get some food. 
“You love it.” He rubs his forehead on your shoulder as you shriek. Steve chuckles across the table as Nancy smiles. 
“You did amazing up there tonight, Eds.”
“Why, thank you, Wheeler. That means a lot coming from you.” You lean into him as he reaches around you for more fries. This time you don’t complain. “When I finally graduate and become a badass famous guitarist making a ton of money, this little lady and I are going to travel the world and I’m going to buy her everything she asks for.”
You giggle at his enthusiasm. “Baby, I don’t care where we are or what we have as long as I have you.”
You phone vibrates on the table pulling you back to the present. 
Come over to my trailer.
Now. 
I’m not asking. 
You quietly slide out of bed, putting some sweats over your panties, and throwing a jacket over your tank top. James stirs as he rolls over, staying asleep. You let out a sigh of relief as you grab the keys and tip toe down the stairs. 
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“Eddie! Where were you?!” 
“Look, I’m sorry! I forgot, ok?”
You throw one of his shoes over his head as he ducks. “You said you were going to pick me up and we were going to have a nice date at the movies. Just you and me! This was supposed to be your apology to me for ditching me last time!” You threw another shoe and he blocked it with his hand.
“What the fuck do you want from me?! I said I was sorry! I’ll do better, ok?”
“Oh, that sounds sincere! How many more next times are their going to be, Eddie?” You reach up to throw something else but he grabs your wrist and pries the object out your hands. You both stare each other down angrily. He’s the first to relent as he sighs pushing your wrist away from him as he moves to sit on his bed. 
You exhale, your eyes watching him as you lean back on his dresser. “Eddie, you treat me like I’m always going to put up this bullshit. Like I’m always going to be here. Aren’t you tired of this? Of us going at it?” He doesn’t answer you. You fold your arms defensively. “Sometimes I think maybe things were better between us when we were just friends.”
Eddie snickers sarcastically. “Fine. Maybe we can go back to that then so you can calm down and stop being such a bitch.”
Your eyes widened in fury as you stomp out of his room. He suddenly runs past you and blocks the front door with his body. 
“Baby, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that…” You swat at his chest as the tears well up in your eyes. “I know. I’m a fucking idiot. I just… the idea of you not being mine kills me. My wall went up. You’re right. I can’t keep acting like this.” He cups your face in his hands as he wipes away the tears with his thumbs. “I promise. I don’t care what I have to do. This will never happen again.”
You pull up to Eddie’s trailer and stare at the home. Everything still looks exactly the same minus some years of wear and tear. The boy opens the front door and throws his finished cigarette on to the lawn. He beckons you with his finger and you enter cautiously taking everything in. 
“I figured you would have moved by now.” You picked up one of his uncle’s hats from the counter and smile. “Does Wayne still live here to?”
“You can’t do that.” Your eyes lock with his. “You can’t do what you did today. I need to move on. I can’t keep waiting for you. I’ve been doing it for five years. It’s time.”
You hug your arms around your body. “You brought me here to tell me that? You could have texted it to me.”
“I thought it was better to say it out loud.” Eddie watches your face as it flips through multiple emotions. “You can’t be angry with me. You can’t be jealous.”
“You can’t tell me how to feel, Eddie.” You take a seat on his bed and he comes to sit beside you. 
“What was I supposed to do? What…are you and I just going to keep fucking quietly in bathrooms while you go home to your soon to be husband? Are we just supposed to play pretend until you,” his voice cracks as he catches himself before continuing. “Until you leave again?”
You wipe away the tear that escapes down your cheek. “I don’t want to keep hurting people.”
He chuckles to himself. “Someone’s always going to end up hurt in situations like this, Princess. That’s why you have to make sure you make the right choice.” Eddie takes your hand in his. “I’ll be ok. You know me. I bounce back.”
“Eddie? Ask me again.” He looks at you completely taken aback. “You asked me something at the bar. Ask me again.”
He thinks on it for a moment before releasing you and looking down at his bear feet. “Do you love him?”
You grab his face and bring his mouth to yours. Eddie doesn’t move his body except for his lips mingling with yours. Everything is running through his mind right now. She’s kissing me goodbye. This is the last time I’m going to ever taste her, feel her. I have to savor this. 
You pull way as you lean your forehead on his. “No.” His eyes snap open, trying to read you. More tears fall down your face as you feel the weight lift from your chest. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
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scarletttries · 2 years
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Today was a Fairytale
Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Reader
Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes)
Word Count: 4.5k
Author's Note: Eddie Munson has not yet moved out of his residence in my one brain cell, so here is a bit of Eddie Munson smut to help cope with the next part of Stranger Things coming out soon. Enjoy, reblog and let me know if you have any other Eddie Munson thoughts :)
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Today was a Fairytale
Dustin and Mike sprinted down the hall as fast as their legs could carry them, frantically searching, trying to save Eddie Munson from an unimaginably cruel fate. As they rounded a corner without slowing, barely avoiding a collision with the football team, they spotted him absentmindedly getting a book from his locker, unaware of the two boys barrelling towards him and the horror in their eyes.
"Eddie?!" Dustin screamed, unbothered by the judgemental looks from his classmates, "You dumb son of a bitch, you put Hellfire club on tonight!"
He cursed, clearly winded by the dash from the car park. Mike picked up where he left off, tone slightly more measured,
"Did you forget what day it is? Because we just saw (y/n) in the parking lot and they definitely didn't!"
"You're a dead man!" Dustin chimed back in, half doubled over, trembling with concern for his friend. Eddie let out an easy laugh, quite touched by the concern of the two little freshmen, and clamped a hand on each on their shoulders..
"Gentlemen, I appreciate your concern, but I know today's valentine's day, and I am prepared to woo my partner without the advice of two freshmen, whose out-of-state girlfriends have a 50% chance of being fictional." He teased, "My sweetheart has their own practice after school, and then they're going to sit in on Hellfire before I take them home for the night. Do you have any more urgent questions about my love life boys, or can I get on with my day?" He asked sarcastically, watching the relief on their faces as their evening plans, and friend, were out of jeopardy.
"No that makes sense, sorry for the language Eddie." Dustin breathed out, pulling Mike away and leaving Eddie wondering what exactly had made them so concerned. Closing his locker he looked up to find the answer to his question walking towards him, beaming smile making his stomach do somersaults. You were always beautiful to Eddie, but today he could have mistaken you for a heaven-sent angel. You wore a simple white sweater with a small red heart on it, tucked into cute red shorts in an outfit that would get tens across the board from a certain bow-wielding cherub. Everything about you looked bright, and happy and perfect as you stopped in front of Eddie, extending your arms out to offer him a small basket.
"Happy Valentine's Day Eddie!" He peered inside, slightly awestruck, words catching in his throat. This was the first valentines day he'd ever had a partner for, and even though he was desperate to make it a special day for you, he hadn't really considered that you'd want to do the same for him. He looked down at the basket, almost overflowing with gratitude for your place in his life, and moved to a place beyond words as he saw an envelope, a small plastic container, and a bouquet of dark purple and black flowers, twisted with thistles and ivy in a way he'd never seen before.
"I got you the most metal flowers I could find, and then I baked your favourite and I got you a card." You said proudly, but gasping as you remembered something, "but don't open the card at school! Nancy leant me her polaroid camera and some of the pictures..." You were interrupted as Robin called your name from behind you, ready to make her way to class with you. Catching the disbelief in Eddie's eyes you teased him a little more,
"Hey Robin, I can't remember, what's the list you get put on at Christmas when you haven't been nice?" Maintaining eye contact with your speechless boyfriend.
"Naughty!" Robin said proudly, ever the helpful friend, oblivious to the way Eddie's eyes widened further as a smile spread across his face.
"Exactly, thanks Robin." You smiled, giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to head to class. Looking over your shoulder you quickly added, "Oh, and I checked and that basket should fit in your locker!"
Eddie gave you a small wave as you headed to class with Robin, absolutely emotionally bulldozed by your sweet, romantic gifts. He slammed his locker closed with a smile, basket still in hand. He decided he was going to carry this round all day, for everyone to see. After all, no one had ever brought him flowers before.
***
You waved good night to your teammates after practice and found Eddie waiting for you on a bench in front of the school, ready for you to watch him lead Hellfire for the night. His hands found your face as you settled beside him, pulling you into a loving kiss he'd been craving since your Interaction this morning.
"Rumour has it the big bad Eddie Munson spent all day carrying around a basket of flowers? Do you think that's true?" You teased, noticing the collection of gifts still right by his side, the smile spreading across his face making you wish you could treat him to a thousand more.
"I'm nothing if not a plant expert, and a locker is no place for flowers as badass as these ones." He replied assuredly before passing a paper bag to you, steam rising from its folds.
"I figured you wouldn't have time for dinner so I got you something," he said casually as he started talking you through what to expect from the Hellfire session that evening, his easy thoughtfulness always catching you off guard. As you finished up your food, which he'd gone out of his way to get your favourite, you leant your head gently into his shoulder.
"You know Eddie, if I wasn't already deeply in love you, that meal probably would've been enough to get me there." You felt the shaking of his laughter work through his body as you lifted up to look at him, gaze focused happily on your content face.
"In that case I guess I don't even need to give you your other present." He said smugly, laughter erupting again as your face turned to a pleading pout. "I'm only joking sweetheart, happy valentine's day." He said, tone softer than usual as he fished a small box out of his inside jacket pocket, setting it carefully in your hands. His fingers immediately began to play with his rings, nervous to see your reaction as you gently lifted the lid to reveal the glistening trinket inside. You carefully lifted the thin chain up to see the detail of the pendant, a little charm that was a perfect match to one of Eddie's rings. The one you always played with and said was your favourite.
"I thought it might be a bit much to get you a ring, but this way we still match." He stuttered out sincerely, eyes fixed to his own ring as he waited for you to speak.
"Eddie, I love it." You breathed, absolutely awestruck at the beautiful gesture, heart already fluttering at the thought of having a reminder of him around your neck everywhere you go. "Help me put it on, please?" Turning your back to reveal your neck to him as carefully did up the clasp, planting a soft kiss on the nape of your neck before letting you go. Your lips quickly found his as you turned around, feeling his grin against yours, both feeling like the luckiest valentine in Hawkins. Your kiss only stopped when you heard Erica screaming across the car park "That's not appropriate! There better not be any more of that tonight!"
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Watching Eddie running D&D for the first time was like watching a movie come to life as it was being written. He crafted detailed visuals of forests and caves, created a thick atmosphere of tension as enemies crossed the party's path, and as the pieces of plot began to fall into place he unravelled a mystery so compelling you found yourself perched firmly on the very edge of your seat, almost threatening to lose your balance. It was easy to see why the club admired him so much as a Dungeon Master, his naturally commanding presence taking each of their imaginations to far off places. As the final roll of the dice fell to a natural twenty, the room erupted in cheers and applause for the party's efforts, and Eddie's in leading them through the narrative. As everyone began to collect their things, gushing about the twists and turns of the adventure, you could feel your heart swelling with pride for your Valentine.
The drive home was longer than usual, Eddie's van gradually depositing each of the kid's on their doorstep, the air thick with speculation for the next campaign until it was only you and Eddie left. He seemed nervous about hearing your thoughts on the evening, filling the silence between you with a near endless stream of consciousness that wouldn't let you get a word in edgeways. As you finally pulled him through your front door, grateful to have the house to yourselves for the night, you silenced him with a kiss, his lips finally surrendering their monologue.
"Eddie!" You practically shouted, not leaving enough of a pause between words to let his self-conscious rambling begin again, "That was incredible! The way you set such a tense mood in the hobgoblin lair, the little jokes between the two goblin brothers, the twists, the turns, even the way you kept using the party's strength and spells and turning them against them..." As you spoke, completely focused on your review of the evening, Eddie settled his hands on your bum, lifting your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room, eyes never leaving your face as you animatedly talked through his campaign. He knew you would be kind and have fun, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to watch and appreciate so closely, praising all the little details he'd spent weeks writing into the session, totally seeing the game he was playing and letting him know it worked. As he settled on the end of your bed, pulling you over his lap, your hands moved to cup his face, eyes staring deep into his as you concluded your sweet review, "I can so see why the kids all admire you as a DM so much now, you're amazing! I'm so proud of you!"
The last words caught in Eddie's throat, his eyes burning as he stared back at your beaming face. You were proud of him. And not for the reasons people were usually proud, like doing sports or school work or anything like that. You had seen him do the thing he loves to do, the thing people in this town were constantly looking down on, and you were proud of him for that. It wasn't something Eddie really expected to hear, and now to hear it from you, the partner that he loves, his forever Valentine, felt too good to be true. Reeling from your kind words, the usually talkative boy managed to breathe out,
"You really mean it." It wasn't a question, so much as a reassurance to himself that this was real, your enthusiastic nod finally lighting the fire under him he needed to pull you close to him, standing up with an excited laugh and switching your positions until you were lying on the bed with him leaning over you. "You really mean it!" He repeated, more enthusiastic this time as he peppered your face with kisses, heart spilling out of his chest. "You're proud of me, and I'm so proud of you, and I love you so much and you actually love me. And you're amazing, and wonderful, and kind, and too good to be true, except you are true and you're really dating me!" It wasn't unusual for Eddie to talk non-stop but watching him process your relationship live in front of your face had you in fits of laughter as his face formed an almost crazed smile. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too Eddie." You laughed, his eyes focused down on you as you spoke, attention completely undivided,
"And it's valentines day! And you look so fucking good (y/n)!" He almost sounded like he pleaded for something as he spoke, the warmth inside you growing as he body rested on top of yours.
"As long as you don't like my outfit too much to help me out of it," You teased, gently placing one of Eddie's hands on your thigh, just under the hem of your shorts. His eyes grew wide, smile even wider as he nodded in response to the unasked question that had hung over your last few sleepovers.
"Do you want to..?" Eddie trailed off, not wanting to assume anything, and more than anything wanting to hear your answer yourself.
"I want to have with sex with you Eddie Munson." you enunciated every syllable, looking deeply into his sweet brown eyes as you spoke, wanting to leave no doubt in his mind about your enthusiasm. Leaning forward until your lips just brushed against his, you asked softly, "do you want to have sex with me?"
It took every brain cell in Eddie's head to actually articulate a response to your question, blood leaving his brain in favour of other parts, "Literally more than anything in the world sweetheart." His gaze raked over your body before rising up to land on your smiling lips, diving greedily in for a kiss, releasing his inhibitions at the way the gravity of your body pulled him in. One arm propped him up over you, while his free hand softly brushed against your cheek, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before it began to journey down your side. Your fingers buried themselves in his soft locks, drawing circles on his scalp and earning a soft moan your lips happily swallowed. You squirmed at his gentle touch as his fingertips brushed down your side, pausing at the hem of shirt and tugging at it slightly in request. Putting your hands on his chest you leaned up slightly, pulling at the back of his shirt until he clawed it over his head, before removing your own to match. Eddie's mouth fell gently open as he stared down at your chest, displaying lacy underwear you had picked out especially for today.
"Jesus Christ gorgeous, you're trying to kill me." He choked out with an impish grin as you smiled back, softly outlining the tattoos on his chest with your fingertip.
"Well I wanted to look my best for you," You replied, tone feigning innocence as his face plunged to meet your chest, lips leaving a trail of kisses over the exposed skin while his fingers traced lightly over your nipples through the lace,
"If I knew you had this on all through Hellfire, I'd have had a dragon immediately kill everyone and got us home after five minutes." Eddie admitted, tone thick with frustration that he hadn't been able to spend the whole day wrapped up in you.
"Picking me over Dungeons and Dragons? It's a valentine's miracle, I must look good!" You laughed, back arching up to meet his touch as he worked over your chest methodically, ensuring no spot was left without his loving embrace.
"You have no fucking idea sweetheart, you look beautiful, perfect, otherworldly, " His compliments were each punctuated by a kiss trailing lower over your stomach until his face was settled at the hem of your shorts, glancing up for your encouragement. You held your lower lip between your teeth as you nodded, stomach stirring with anticipation as Eddie slowly slid your shorts down your hips, pulling them off your legs and stopping again to drink in the sight of your newly exposed skin, covered only by matching lace panties.
"How did I get this lucky?" Eddie breathed out to himself, genuinely captivated by the loving work of art before him, his heart fluttering in his chest as he pictured a lifetime of romantic nights like this together.
"Well if I had to put it down to one thing I reckon it would be your silver tongue, but your smile's a close second." You teased, watching his face light up with that same perfect smile that first had you falling for him. His eyes darkened with focus as he shifted between your legs, lifting your knees to allow him access to your inner thighs, planting wet kisses agonisingly close to your centre.
"You mean this silver tongue." He quipped, the content hums falling from your lips spurring him on. His knuckles dragged over your arching entrance as his mouth left mark after mark on your inner thigh, the sensation from the cold metal of his rings palpable through the thin lace fabric.
"Eddie," You whined, unsure if you were asking for anything or just praising the delicate way he handled you. He could feel his own throbbing excitement between his legs at the way you purred his name, needy for him, the way he always wanted you to feel. Slowly he hooked his fingers either side of your underwear, pulling them off of you so gradually your hips found themselves bucking up to meet his touch of their own accord. As he gazed hungrily at the now unobstructed view you swore you heard him whisper 'silver tongue' to himself again with a sly smile before his mouth found your entrance. His tongue licked broad stripes over your glistening folds as he watched your chest rise and fall at the incredible feeling, a hand firmly gripping each thigh to keep you pressed to him. His nose brushed gently over your clit as he worked, nuzzling the sensitive bud in a steady rhythm that had you crying out his name in a chorus of appreciation. His skilled tongue lapped at your juices, the vibrations from his own moans sending sparks through you, pressure forming in your stomach. Carefully wrapping one arm over your hips to keep you firmly fixed in place, his other hand brushed gently up the inside of thigh, the slightest touch making your legs tremble. Eddie watched intently as your head fell back against your pillow, back arched as his tongue darted deep inside your walls, desperate to taste every drop of you, a man possessed. As the twitching of your hips grew more erratic against his strong arm, his eyes stayed trained on your face as he slowly slipped one finger between your walls, his tongue now focused solely on your tingling clit.
"Fuck Eddie," you moaned out louder than below, head tilting up to watch his gleeful smirk against you as he worked. His hair was wilder than ever as he worked, eyes dark and never leaving their focal point on you, he was a sight to behold and even better to feel. "You feel so good," You managed to cry out as his finger curled inside you, the unrelenting attention of his tongue overwhelming your senses until your thighs shook on their own, a wave of release washing over you as your pleasure reached its climax. Eddie watched as your face contorted in bliss, the tremble of your legs around him making him wish he could spend every second of the rest of his life between your legs, making you cum as many times as you could handle, and then a few more just for him.
As you rode through your high, Eddie's fingers still brushing over your sensitive centre, you craved the feeling of more of him, desperate to be filled by the incredible man. Reaching down you took Eddie's face in your hands, pulling him up your body until his lips found yours, chin shiny with your own slick as his tongue explored your mouth. As you tried to wrap your arms around his waist he shook his head against your lips, interrupting the kiss with an enthusiastic,
"I think I should go back down for at least a few more hours my princess, maybe indefinitely," The happy glint in his eye as he spoke was followed by his hand trailing down your chest, settling between your legs again to play with your clit, relishing in the involuntary moan it drew from you. You smiled at his devotion to your pleasure, a fresh wave of heat stirring inside you at the thought of a day spent with Eddie between your legs, but you resolved to palming his now painfully aching erection through his jeans and licking your lips,
"We'll have to save that for another day Munson, for now I want. No, I need, something else from you." He groaned at your touch, his rutting to meet your hand, desperate for the feeling of friction. You made quick work of getting him out of his jeans and boxers until he was left completely exposed to you, really letting you appreciate just how gorgeous your boyfriend was,
"You really are beautiful Eddie." You stated sweetly, wrapping your hand around his manhood and rubbing once over the length of it, rendering him speechless before he could deny your praise. "The most gorgeous person I know. And the one who makes me feel the best." You continued to praise, working your thumb over his tip across the excitement beginning to leak out. Eddie tried to stifle his guttural groans as you spoke, not wanting to miss a word you said, but head absolutely spinning with the feel of your hand. With your free hand you pushed firmly on his shoulder, his thinking just clear enough to roll onto his back at your direction. Still stroking firmly over his length, you moved to straddle his legs, his eyes staring up at you in a wide mixture of disbelief and anticipation. You leant forward slowly, taking him between your lips and deep in your throat in one movement earning the loudest noise from Eddie's throat yet. Pulling yourself back up you pointed to the bedside table next to Eddie and instructed,
"Condoms are in the top drawer." He nodded eagerly, still looking a bit shell-shocked, but grinning wildly as he pulled out the small square packet, watching in awe as you took it from his hand. Unable to control the string of horny thoughts running through his mind as you slowly opened the wrapper, Eddie panted out, "Your mouth might just be the best thing I have ever felt," hips twitching in reaction to you carefully putting the protection in place.
"Thanks Eddie, how about this?" Your tone was thick with desire as you knelt above his length, sinking down until he was deep inside you. You let out a shared moan at the feeling of finally being this close, the intimacy of your bodies connecting overwhelming you both in the moment. As you adjusted to him you lifted back up, then slowly lowered yourself again, feeling every vein and twitch of his hard dick inside of you,
"You're an angel," Eddie cried out, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to control his desperate hips, fighting every nerve in his body to hold back his release. As you picked up the pace of your rolling hips you couldn't resist teasing the blissed-out punk,
"I thought you were a devil worshipper." A genuine smile spread across face as his eyes flicked open to find yours, laced with desire. Before you could react Eddie sat up, gripping your ass with both hands to keep you mounted on him, as he pulled you into his lap, legs wrapped around him. Using his hands to bounce you on his lap he chuckled darkly,
"I swear sweetheart, now I only worship you." His lips locking onto your neck as his hips bucked up into you. His movements were strong and sharp, sending pulses of ecstasy through your core, your head falling back as you moaned, only giving him more skin to abuse. He unclasped your bra with one hand, pulling it off your shoulders with care before tossing it aside, kissing below your earlobe as he whispered, "Please wear that for me again some time, it's almost as pretty as you." His soft words against his harsh thrusts melted you from the inside, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and almost tugging on his hair as he continued to pound into you. The room was filled with a chorus of your two names, the sweet tension building inside you both as your bodies worked in unison, lips barely still long enough to meet. The warm tight welcome of your entrance was unlike anything Eddie had ever felt before, and watching your expression shift as he drove himself into you had him struggling to fight back the pressure growing inside of him. As the coil in your core tightened your felt one of Eddie's firm hands leave your ass, brushing gently over each of your stiff nipples, shaking at the soft whimpers the contact drew from you. Continuing to trail down your body his hand landed at the place your bodies connected, two fingers gently strumming your overstimulated clit, keeping a steady rhythm like your moans were the sweet chord he could imagine playing. His fingers were sticky with your slick as they played between your legs, feeling your legs tighten around his waist as he moved,
"Eddie!" You cried out, the pleasure shooting through you from his touch and deep inside you, almost about to tell him it was too much, too intense a feeling, before the pressure in your core released, your whole body tensing as you reached your climax. The loud pants and the tremble of your soft folds around him had Eddie crashing over that cliff's edge with you, his hips bucking wildly inside you, only driving your apex to new heights. It felt like you were cumming for an eternity before you finally crashed against Eddie's chest, placing your hand over Eddie's, stilll working your sensitive bud, eager to please. Eddie's arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he lay down, resting his back on your now less than pristine bedding. He smiled softly down at your face as he traced his fingertip over your features, awestruck by your beauty in your blissful haze.
"You're so beautiful, sweetheart, especially like this." He breathed out quietly, breath still not fully returned, and taken away again by the soft smile you gave him in return.
"And you're incredible Eddie. At so many things, but especially at this." You joked, letting your lips land gently on his, almost swollen from the pressure of yours. "I love you Eddie." He stared deeply into your eyes as you spoke, overwhelmed by the sweet sincerity he saw when you said those words.
"I love you my valentine." Eddie had never been able to say that combination of words before, but after today, it was his favourite.
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twary · 2 years
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Heyyy! I just read your new event post, congrats!🎉 You deserve the support you receive and much more<3
For this event I would like to ask for the number 1+6 with Jotaro, maybe fem!reader was depressed when she returned from the trip for having lost her friends, but Jotaro has taken care of her and she also from him ever since and maybe they started to fall in love in the process?
Oh my! Thank you so much!🥰🥺✨ I recently started reading your blog and I'm loving it, I hope it continues as well as it is, you have all my support darling!!! ♪~(^∇^*)
Your idea is just wonderful, hope i can get close to what you expect!
✨ Prompt list ✨
TW: sdc spoilers, fem!reader, tiny little bit of angst
I've writed this while listening to Space Song, so idk, it's a recomendation, the rhythm vibes are everything.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” & “I think i’m falling in love with you.” x Jotaro
Cut for length~
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Spring, 1990.
It had been a year since everything happened. It's evening, the wind blows and the orange skies above you makes you feel nostalgic. You are by the garden, watching the beautiful blooming of flowers as all those disturbing memories from an year washes your mind, it was ivevable, so much was lost during this trip, it is impossible to forget or just pretend that everything is ok...When the happy moments cross your mind your eyes inevitably produce little tears, you miss them so much.
A voice makes your thoughts get lost in the air
"You like this spot, don't you?"
You turn around and Jotaro is there, holding a small tray of snacks that Holy had made for you two. That's right, you are spending the weekend at the Joestar's house. Since you returned to Japan your proximity with him has increased, you two now spoke with each other more often and spent more time together. Maybe because you live next to each other, but Jotaro and you were taking care of each other. You and him are both depressed about everything that had happened, so comforting each other is more than natural, isn't it?
"Yeah, here you can have a nice view of the garden" You say as he sit besides you and give you a snack from the tray. You take it.
"Hm! It's pretty good! Holy-san is amazing!"
Jotaro doen't say a thing, he's looking at the sky. Anyone would say that this is him being normal, he was always like that; stoic. But you know something is on his mind right now.
"Hey, i know you want Holy-san to think that everything is okay with you, but you don't need to pretend in front of me."
He let's out a sigh "Guess you know what is on my mind then"
You two spent a long time just sitting side by side admiring the sky and the flowers. Silence takes over, but it's not awkward at all. The simple fact that you guys are together is comforting.
Soon, the moon takes over the sky and you two head back inside by Holy's request; the dinner was ready. Oh god, you know why Jotaro's favorite food is his mother one!
After the dinner, you go to Jotaro's room, you two were lying down. You guys talk until you get sleepy, it usually takes a while to make him smile, but now you just do it without even realizing it. In some point the trip to Cairo was mentioned, you started to talk about how many memories you all make together, happy ones. You talked about it for a while and how unforgettable it is, Jotaro is with a smile, he like to see you talking about something that makes you happy, even if it has bad moments attached to it.
"Well, I think I'm talking too much, it's late, I should go to sleep now, I want to wake up early so I can help Holy-san prepare breakfast"
You get up and he expression changes.
"Good night Jotaro, hope you sleep wel-" You were suprised by his hand holding yours
"I don't want to be alone tonight."
"What?"
He doesn't answer and keep his blue eyes fixed on yours. He gently and slowly pulls you back onto the bed, next to him.
You're tense and red, so you turn your body the other way so at least you don't have to look him directly in the face. That's when he sighs and hugs you from behind.
"You don't get it? I think i'm falling in love with you." His breath reachs your ear and it just makes your body more tense, It's not like you're not comfortable with him, but this is completely new and unexpected. In love? Isn't he just sleepy?
"I know we've kind of taken care of each other since it all ended...But after a few months I started to care about you more and more. Suddenly I started to have your smile as the source of mine and it seems that when you are happy the world may be falling for me, but you will still be more important."
"J-Jotaro did you-"
He pauses for a sec and take a deep breath.
"I mean it." He doesn't know what kind of reaction you're going to have, but he had to say, it was in his chest for too long.
"That's good." You put your hand on his. "I think so too..."
He hugs your tighter and pulls you closer. You can feel that he's smiling.
"Sleep well (Y/N)..." He kisses your head.
It doesn't took too much time until the good dreams reach you two.
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jakekiszkasgiggle · 2 years
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Behind Your Eyes
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Jake Kiszka x reader, ememies to lovers. 
Warnings for this chapter - drinking, cursing, angst, tension, slight violence, fighting, smoking, 18+ language/content.
Chapter 3, Shaken, Not Stirred.
(To read the previous two chapters, click here: Behind Your Eyes, Masterpost)
For the last half hour or so, you’ve been sitting on your front porch with some hot tea, trying to collect your thoughts. Green tea usually helped calm your mind when it was going a mile a minute. You watched as darkness took over the sky above you. It felt like something out of a cringy romance novel. There you were, sitting on a rocking chair on your porch with a mug in hand, lost in thought. A lantern sat on the table beside the old wooden rocking chair, illuminating some of the space around you.
It was all– too much, you thought. The dramatics. The “what ifs”.  When really it should be simple. Why go where you’re not wanted?
The universe must hear your thoughts, because you're granted a little bit of peace as the slightly chilled wind brushes against your warm cheeks. The heat that overtook your body when Jake was here finally started to simmer down.
Still, you decide it's best to call Josh and cancel for tonight. You’ll just tell him that you feel “off” and that you’ll go next time.
Of course, you feel terrible for canceling on Josh, but you also feel that it’s for the best.
Being in the same room as someone who hated you- and adding alcohol to the mix- didn’t really sound like your ideal night out.
Even though your decision seemed valid enough to you, a sense of dread sets in as you pick up your phone to call Josh. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him. You know he’ll have fun tonight regardless, but you hated breaking promises.
Josh answered almost immediately with “Hey, are you on your way? I wanna know when I should order the Uber.”
“Hey Josh, um, I’m really sorry, but I'm not feeling up to going out tonight. I just– I think it’s best if I sit this one out and catch up with you for that hangover breakfast you’re gonna need tomorrow morning.”
“Wait, what! Why?! You told me you were gonna come out tonight, pleeeease don’t bail on me. I want you here. It’s always more fun when you’re here.” As he spoke he made sure to drag out every single syllable. A flair for the dramatic.
“Josh I– I think when Jake’s around it’s best if I stay back. I don’t want to cause any trouble or tension for anyone in the group.” Your voice is low–weak, you’re not completely sure how to word it. It’s Josh’s twin that you’re talking about, and you weren’t trying to cross any unspoken boundaries by speaking negatively of him, but it’s hard to get Josh to understand without giving him a bit of an idea.
“Did he say something to you?” His tone was flat and lacked any real emotion. Almost as if he didn’t need to think about it, he already had an idea of what Jake said to you.
“No Josh it’s—” you let out a long breathy sigh before continuing, “really, I-It’s me. I just want to avoid unnecessary conflict.”
“Lovie… you know better than anyone that I can tell when you’re lying to me. Tell me the truth.”
“Ughh… Josh, I really don’t want to make this out to be a bigger deal than it is. But um…yeah– he uhh, he might’ve stopped by about a half hour ago. He asked me to– he asked me to give him and his girlfriend… space. Which is fine but– if me being there is going to cause an issue, I'd rather avoid it all together.”
“Oh. I am going to kill him.”
“Josh, really, please… I don’t want to cause any more trouble. Please don’t say anything.” Pathetic couldn’t even begin to describe the way you sound but… the thought of Josh bringing this up to Jake made you feel… embarrassed. You really didn’t want Jake to know how much of an effect he had on you. You’d rather him think that you moved on and put him behind you, like you said you would.  He’d probably make fun of you for caring this much.
“Listen… you are wanted here. Sam, Ronnie and I are really looking forward to seeing you. Don’t let that idiot stop you from having a good time. You have every right to be here, just as much as he does–”  There’s a sizable pause before Josh decides to carry on with his stream of thoughts. Josh was talking fast–too fast. You know him well enough to sense that it’s best not to interrupt just yet, because he’s probably sitting on the other end of the phone thinking about what he wants to say, and the best way to say it. Even though he was full of energy, and tended to get carried away while he was excited, he knew how to center himself.
You can picture his mannerisms almost perfectly in your head. You imagine that he’s completely zoned out with his thumb tracing over his bottom lip, taking a deep breath to reset his mind.
After a deep breath, he continues where he left off, just like you thought.
– “Just stick with us, he doesn't usually hang around us too long after ordering his drinks anyway. Just because he doesn’t want to resolve anything with you, doesn’t mean that you should let him get what he wants by completely removing yourself from the situation. It only tells him that he can continue to act this way. And frankly, I’m tired of it. Show him you’re not going to let his bullshit bother you. Come out with us like you said you would.”
Needless to say, another 5 minutes and Josh talked you into going.
You’re not surprised, you could never really say no to Josh.
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It’s nearing 10:30pm as you walk into one of the local bars that you and the Kiszka siblings frequented over the years.
All the nerves that settled down after talking to Josh came rushing back right as your eyes found Jake and his girlfriend at the bar. His girlfriend was starting up a conversation with an older guy sitting to their left. Jake was wearing a shy looking smile that stretched across his entire face. The very tops of his cheeks were a bit rosy and his gaze was casted toward the ground. The guy must be a fan of their music.
Their band used to attract a mostly older audience, but now that they’re getting more traction on social media, their fan base is expanding. Still, it was a regular occurrence that an older looking “rock dad” would stop them to ask them about their music, and if they “meant to rip off Led Zeppelin.” Which– was incredibly annoying to you. The boys worked so hard. Even though you weren’t the biggest fan of Jake, this was his dream that he put so much time and effort into.
All music is inspired by something. That's how art tends to work. So that narrative always irritated you.
Over the years you joined the boys on tour a couple of times. A few fans teased you by calling you “nothing but a groupie”. You didn’t mind it though, you and the boys know the truth, and that’s what mattered to you. You were there to do nothing but support them and watch as they lived out their wildest dreams. You’ve seen them through it all, and you were so proud.
However, because you’ve been there with them since the start, sometimes you forget that they’re “famous”. It was so weird to think of your friends that way.
Sam taps you on the shoulder to get your attention, which snaps you out of your thoughts abruptly. You hadn’t even realized that you started to dissociate right there in the middle of a crowded bar.
“Ok Jake, we get it, you’re a dreamer, but let's go grab that open table over there before someone else does” Sam says to you as he huffs out a laugh through his nose. Sam loved to try and push your buttons by claiming that you and Jake are very alike– which you’re not. Sam just has that “younger brother energy.” He loved to mess around and tease people– almost relentlessly sometimes.
You didn’t hate him for it though, you just preferred it when he was focused on anyone but you and Jake. Normally, you found Sam funny. He was able to turn your tears into laughter, many times.
*
You, Sam, Josh and Ronnie claimed the high top table that wasn’t too far from the bar. Josh volunteered to grab the first round for everyone so you guys didn’t lose your spot.
Josh placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spoke close to your ear, since it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, “hey, wanna come with me, help me carry the drinks?”
You looked up toward the bar to see if Jake was still there and as you do, you realize that he’s already looking at you. He was leaning against the bar with his body facing his girlfriend but his face turned toward you. The way he was looking at you told you that he was angry, his eyes on yours felt intense, more than they usually did. His girlfriend was distracted by the bartender, you could tell that she was trying to yell her drink order at him but he still couldn’t hear her.
You kept your eyes locked on Jakes in order to show him that you were there to stay, and he couldn’t scare you away– attempting to take Josh’s advice. But it wasn’t working. You were getting more and more anxious by the second.
Everything about him seemed intimidating. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black button up underneath it, tight black jeans and black chelsea’s to match– which you’re surprised that Sam hasn’t teased you for yet, since your outfits are incredibly similar tonight.
You both tended to wear a lot of jewelry as well. He had almost all of the buttons to his shirt undone, so you could see the long, pirate-like necklaces that sat upon his sun-kissed torso. There were a few rings on his fingers and one cream colored bracelet on his wrist. Again, you had something similar, a few dainty rings on each hand and two long crystal necklaces, except they sat upon your tight black dress, and not your bare torso.
The front you were putting up was slowly falling away, piece by piece. His eyes were vicious, mean, and way too aggressive for you to handle right now. You couldn’t bear the unnecessary tension any longer, so you finally fixed your gaze on something else in the room. Making you the “loser” of this little game you two were playing.
You’re ashamed to admit it but– it felt like you failed. That you allowed him to overpower you, yet again. But you decide that you’re not going to let it bother you as much this time. Instead you’re going to have fun with your friends and forget about your problems- at least for tonight. Jake could choke on his rum for all you cared.
When you look back at Josh he gives you a sympathetic smile and grabs your hand to eagerly usher you toward the bar.
“Your usual tonight?” Josh asked you.
“Hmmm… no. I wanna change it up. I wanna have what Sam is having.” you sounded way too enthusiastic but you didn’t have a shred of a care.
“Tequila?” his eyebrows perk up, questioning you as if he heard you wrong. You aren’t that big of a drinker, you usually went for something with way less alcohol content than the boys did, and that was enough for you. You enjoyed a comfortable buzz rather than blacking out or making a fool of yourself.
“Tequila.” you confirmed.
“Well okay, whatever you say! I can’t wait to see you try and get that down though–” he says as he huffs out a laugh. “I’d be willing to bet fifty bucks that you spit it out or can’t even get it past your lips, let alone take a full shot. But, hey, if you wanna change things up, by all means!”
Josh uses your lack of a response as an opportunity to guide you closer to the bar top, putting you right next to Jake but on the opposite side of his girlfriend.
With obvious apprehension behind your tone, you question, “Uh Josh… do you think we can switch spots?!”
He doesn’t reply, he just smirks.
“Josh. What are you doing? Are you trying to cause trouble?” you tried to say it so only he could hear, your words coming out breathlessly.
He leans in close to whisper in your ear “if you wanna show him that you’re not scared, then you’ve got to at least pretend darling.” he pulls a way and shoots you a menacing wink.
Josh was right… This was the perfect way to show Jake that he can’t dictate where you go and who you hang out with– but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel natural. This isn't how you typically navigated your issues… “head on” wasn’t exactly your style. More like “hide and pretend it doesn’t exist.”
The bar was so crowded that your side is pressed up against Jake's back. He was still facing his girlfriend and didn’t bother to turn to greet you or even Josh for that matter.
It might just be your mind playing tricks on you but… you swear that you could feel the heat radiating off of Jake's body. You’re trying not to look his way or pay him any mind but it’s becoming damn near impossible.
Finally, the bartender walks over to you and asks you for your order.
“Two shots of tequila,” you tell him.
At that moment, Jake decides to turn his body so that he is facing forward again. He looks as if he’s studying the bottles of liquor on the wall, but you had a feeling that was just for show.
In actuality, you assume he’s getting ready to tell you off and you were a sitting duck, waiting for your punishment.
He shifted a bit so that he was almost facing you, but he still hasn’t made eye contact.
His perfectly straight teeth bit into his bottom lip angrily, making it look as if he was holding back from saying what he really wanted to say.  
The ring that sat on his pointer finger tapped against the bar a few times before he leaned into you a bit more, hoping that you’d be the only one to hear him when he finally spoke up.
As he does, it’s close to your ear and through gritted teeth “What exactly do you think you’re doing right now? What are you trying to pull here?” After he moved away from your ear, you noticed that his jaw was tightly clenched and he was looking down at you, which made you feel small.
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, you take the two shots of tequila in front of you back to back, without a hint of hesitation. That trademark burn that tequila left behind doesn’t hit you until after you finish your second shot. So you slam the shot glass on the bar top and turn to face Josh in order to hide the wimpy face you were pulling from Jake.
“Wow lovie, I didn’t think you had it in ya, I gotta admit.” Josh says with a hint of a cheeky smile on his face. “D’you want to order another drink to take back to the table with you?”
“Can you order me vodka cranberry? The bartender can’t hear me but he can hear your loud ass voice from miles away.”
“Ohhh the tequila’s already kicking huh? She’s a snappy drunk I see.” Josh was only joking but he wasn’t wrong. You could feel the irritation that Jake caused you coursing through your veins.
Since you weren’t used to anything as strong as tequila, you feel a slight buzz almost immediately. You wanted to chase that feeling, anything to get you to stop being such a scared little bitch.
You either wanted the confidence boost, or the blissful, carefree feeling that lasted for about an hour or two before the alcohol started to make you feel sick. You were willing to put up with it if it gave you peace, even if only for a few hours.
You wasted no time picking up your drink when the bartender sets it in front of you. You were chugging it down embarrassingly fast, so fast that a little started to run down your chin.
“Woah woah lovie, slow down now. Pace yourself or you’re gonna get sick. No need to rush.” Josh takes the drink from your hands and sets it down in front of you, silently asking you to take a break.
Jake huffed out a sarcastic laugh and mocked his brother in a sing-songy voice. “Aww poor little lovie, she's just a sweet little thing who needs to be protected by her Joshie... –Hah, please. You’re gonna make the rest of us sick.”
“Dude, what the fucks your problem lately? Chill out. No one likes a downer.” Josh bit back.
“Tell that to your precious Lovie. It’s always all about her, what she wants, and what makes her happy. Isn’t it Josh? Admit it. She’s got you whipped.”
“Don’t talk about her like that Jake. If you’re so pissed off then leave. Go home. No one’s forcing you to be here.”
Jake rolled his eyes and turned away from you and Josh to order another drink.
His girlfriend shoots you a dirty look before saying something to Jake that you couldn’t quite hear due to the loud music coming from the speakers. You tried to make out the words by reading her lips, and it looked as if she said “I thought I told you that I don’t want you hanging around her anymore.”
You’re standing there completely dumbfounded, like a helpless little girl. Was Jake right? Did you really make things all about you, did Josh feel the constant need to protect you?
My god, I probably do nothing but hold Josh back, you thought to yourself.
You started to beat yourself up internally and Josh picked up on it. He grabs you by the hand to guide you back toward the table.
“Forget him. His girlfriend has been a real pain lately. She’s super controlling…doesn’t let him do anything.” He gently rubs your back to comfort you before continuing, “Instead of doing something to change it, he just takes it out on everyone else. He’s fucking miserable to be around anymore. Maybe he’s addicted to the toxic behavior. Who knows, but it really sucks.”
You’re still just standing there in silence, you weren’t really sure what to say or think. Which made Josh a bit nervous…and when he’s nervous, he rambles.  “I am so sorry about him. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you had to come out tonight, and that I put you in an uncomfortable situation that you weren’t prepared or ready for. This is all my fault.”
At this point the alcohol is really starting to do its job. Suddenly, you lose any and all care, which is exactly what you wanted.
“Forget it Josh, let's go have fun. I wanna have fun.”
You pull Ronnie and Josh onto the dance floor and stumble all over the place as you try to navigate through the sea of people. “Slow down, wait for us!” Ronnie yells in your direction, but nothing was going to slow you down at this point. You felt good– really good. Like a fire was just ignited inside of you, and you wanted to relish in it.
Josh doesn’t usually dance with you at the bar but he was entertaining it for now, probably to keep an eye on you in your drunken state, and also because he felt bad for what transpired between you and his brother.
The pair dance with you for about a half an hour before they both get somewhat tired of being pushed around by a bunch of drunken idiots.
“Come on, let's go sit for a little and rest. I’ll get you– us some water.”
Ronnie corrected herself, she was trying to avoid “babying you”, because that’s the last thing you needed right now, and she knew it.
You gave in after arguing with them back and forth for a few minutes. Realizing you were starting to get a blister on your foot from the shoes you decided to wear tonight. They weren't exactly practical, but practical wasn’t really what you were going for, was it?
You sit for a few minutes and drink almost an entire glass of water before you began to feel anxious again.
Leaning into Josh’s side, you tell him that you were going to the bathroom and that you’ll be right back. Really, you just wanted to get away from the crowd of people and splash some cold water on your face.
“Well hold on, take Ronnie with yo–” He says before he turns to see that Ronnie was nowhere to be found.
“She went out for a smoke break with Jake's girl.” Sam said before turning his attention back toward the girl he met earlier that night.
“Okay well, just be careful. You have your phone, right?” Josh sounded like a worried parent, which is the last thing you needed right now. If only Jake could hear how much you were being babied again, he’d never let you live it down.
“Josh… Jake was right. I don’t want you to feel like you have this– this obligation to watch over me.” you comb your fingers through your hair anxiously before finishing your thought. “I’ll be fine. Don’t let me hold you back from having fun tonight. I’ll be gone for no more than 5 minutes.” You kiss Josh on the cheek before making your way down the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.
The hallway was a lot longer and ominous than you remembered.  You were a little freaked out by how empty it was– you couldn’t lie. Silently, you cursed yourself out for not waiting for Ronnie to come back, like Josh had suggested. But you were just so tired of Jake, so tired of being looked at like the baby, you just wanted to prove Jake wrong. That's all.
Before you could think about it any further, you felt a strong hand grip your forearm, your whole body jolted as if it was anticipating this exact sort of intrusion.
“Hey.” a familiar raspy sounding voice came from behind you. He used the slight grip he had on your forearm to spin you around so that you were facing him.
Now, Jake’s only a few inches from your face.
“I thought we had an agreement. I thought you said you were done– meaning you wouldn’t be here?” Jake spoke in a hushed but still very dominant tone. Never letting go of the grip he had on your forearm.
You pull your arm from his grip and huff out the loudest and bitchiest sounding laugh that you could muster.
“Answer me.” he said between gritted teeth.
“Fuck. off.” was all you said before chugging the rest of your drink and walking away from him. He grabbed you by the arm again to make you face him.
He takes another step closer to you, looking down at you while sticking his tongue out to slowly glide over his lips– as he typically did when he was focused, but now you know that he does it when he’s pissed off too.
He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and lets his eyes wander up and down your body, almost as if he was sizing you up. Gauging your reaction.
“What did you just say to me?” he said between bated breaths.
“You heard me Jake. I told you to fuck. off. -And don’t fucking touch me either.” you were shocked by your own words, it must’ve been the tequila because you never had the courage to tell Jake off before– even though he’s deserved it many, many times.
He huffed out a loud breath from his nose before backing you up against the wall, lifting both of his hands to place them on either side of your head.
“Yeah, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? If I just took off. No one to come between you and Josh, huh?”
He's so close to you that you can feel the very tip of his nose against your own and you smell the rum on his breath.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you spit out.
Despite the amount of rage that was radiating from both of you, he made no effort to move from the position he had you in. Leaning his hands against the wall and essentially trapping you there without even fully touching you. His eyes were staring so deeply into yours that if anyone were to walk down this hallway right now they’d get the complete wrong idea.
He took a long, aggravated deep breath before he pushed himself off of the wall, but he wasn’t far enough to put any real space between the two of you.
“Just– Just fucking forget it.” he said.
“No really Jake, please continue. Please tell me exactly what you meant by that. Is that what this is all about? You think i’m around just to fuck Josh? To play with his heart? I’m not a dick like you.”
You couldn’t help the venom that was dripping from your tone. What did he expect? Roses at his feet? Yeah, okay.
He smirks and takes a small step backwards while shaking his head back and forth in a “you’re fucking kidding me” manner.
“You don’t fucking get it.” The evil looking smirk never left his face.
“No Jake, I get it. I’ve been putting up with it since day one. You don’t want me here. What else is there to say?”
He looks down toward the ground and chuckles lightly before looking directly at you as he responds. Without a hint of remorse he says,
“You’re right.”
He paused for a moment to shrug his shoulders, to really get his point across,
“I don’t.”
With that, he goes back to the bar and takes his place beside his girlfriend.
You’re left alone. In a dark, lonely hallway.
To be continued…
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Sailor Moon: Reignstorm - Chapter 3: Missing You
“Hey, kiddo, you almost ready?” Haruka said as she opened the door to her adopted daughter’s room. Looking in she found Hotaru sitting on her bed scribbling something into a notebook.
“Haruka-Papa! I told you to knock before you come in!” The black-haired girl said with a huff, quickly shutting the notebook.
“Sorry, sorry. Hey, what’ve you got there?” She asked, gesturing towards the notebook in her daughter’s hands.
“It’s nothing!” Hotaru replied quickly, a light blush crossing her face.
“Uh huh…” Haruka said, clearly not believing her, but deciding to respect the girl’s privacy, “Well, anyway, we’re leaving for the zoo in ten minutes so make sure you have everything you need.” She finished while turning to leave.
“Um… Haruka-Papa… I have a question…” The young girl said timidly, stopping Haruka in her tracks.
“Yeah, what’s up kiddo?” Haruka asked, entering her daughter’s room and sitting next to her on the bed.
“Well… when do you think Chibiusa’s gonna come back and visit?”
It was amazing how Haruka knew that this question was coming, and yet still completely failed to prepare herself for it. To be fair, however, Haruka couldn’t even begin to figure out what the right answer would be. Not only was Chibiusa Hotaru’s best friend (and basically only friend that was her own age), but Haruka could tell from a mile away that she was also Hotaru’s first crush, which just made the situation… so much worse. How could she possibly tell her that it was entirely possible, and maybe even likely that the next time she would see Chibiusa… was when she was born? Especially when she was still dealing with the loss of her father. 
“I… I don’t know, kiddo.” Haruka finally answered.
“Yeah, I figured.” Hotaru said, looking down at the ground in disappointment, “I asked Setsuna-Mama if she could let me visit the future, just for a little bit, and she said no.”
From what Haruka heard, it was less ‘asked’ and more ‘begged’.
“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta understand that it’s not that simple. Setsuna is very tight-lipped about the future, even with me and Michiru, but if she could I know she would-”
“She can and she isn’t!” Hotaru blurted out in frustration, gripping the bedding underneath her. Almost immediately, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth in regret. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I just… I just really miss her… miss both of them.” She said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
“I know, kiddo.” Haruka said, putting her arm around Hotaru and pulling her in close, “I know.” She repeated, gently stroking her daughter’s hair. “Hey, y’know what though?”
“What?” The young girl asked between sniffles.
“You, and me, and your mamas are gonna have a wonderful day together today, okay?” She reassured while rubbing her daughter’s shoulder, “And on our way home we can stop by the video store, and you can pick out whatever movie you want for us all to watch tonight. How’s that sound?”
“That… that sounds nice.”
“Alright.” Haruka said, giving Hotaru one last reassuring rub on the shoulder before standing up, “Well, we’re all downstairs so whenever you’re ready we can go.”
“Okay. And… thank you.” Hotaru said with a small smile.
“Of course.” The Guardian of Wind responded before taking her leave from her daughter’s room.
“Alright Haruka… that wasn’t terrible.” The leader of the Outer Guardians thought to herself as she made her way down the hall, “Just gotta keep it together.”
While she tried not to show it, Haruka felt exhausted. Raising Hotaru on its own was already so much, especially with how terrified Haruka was of screwing something up. Sure, Sailor Saturn was a powerful warrior, but Hotaru Tomoe was just a little girl. A girl who needed a loving family. Not to mention that, even though she had taken a break from racing, there was still work to be done on that front. On top of all that was the fact that she felt like she could not truly settle into this new family life, for fear that a new threat could arise at literally any moment and disrupt it.
Michiru was faring a bit better than her, but not by much. Between the two of them they were getting just a few hours of sleep every night. The couple had essentially become a walking example of ‘burning the candle at both ends’.
When she reached the downstairs and met up with the two women who were waiting for her, Michiru immediately picked up that something was amiss with her partner.
“Where’s Hotaru? Is everything okay?” The Guardian of the Seas questioned.
“Oh, yeah.” Haruka responded, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion, “She’s still missing Chibiusa. But we talked it out. Personally I think it was a really strong parenting moment for me.” She finished with a smirk.
“I’m sure you did great, honey.” Michiru said with a smile.
The aqua-haired woman moved to give her partner a kiss, before hearing a scream come from upstairs.
“HOTARU!” All three women said in unison while dashing up the stairs. They each pulled out their transformation wands as they ran full speed towards Hotaru’s bedroom. Before they could make it, however, a black shadow erupted out of the little girl’s room and enveloped the entire hallway, swallowing up the three guardians.
Usagi had gotten much better lately when it came to sleeping in. While in the past it was almost a daily occurrence for the girl to do her morning routine in a frenzy and still get to school late, this was no longer the case. Now it was only a weekly occurrence.
The bun-headed girl donned her school uniform and checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her outfit and hair where necessary. That is, until her eyes drifted to a photo which sat on one of her shelves. Right next to a picture of herself and Mamoru sat a picture of her with her middle-school best friend, Naru.
How long had it been since she had exchanged words with the red-haired girl? While she was already spending less time with her during the end of her middle school days due to her Sailor Guardian duties, that divide only grew when the two girls got accepted into different high schools. Not helped by the events which transpired shortly into Usagi’s high school career.
But even after the Galaxia incident had been dealt with, and peace had been restored to the world, the guardian of love and justice simply had not made the time to reconnect with her friend.
With that thought, Usagi looked over at her phone, “Well, no time like the present.” She thought to herself, reaching for the phone “I’ll just give her a ring, see how she’s doing, and see if she’s free to do something this weekend! Easy…”
Usagi’s hand slowed to a halt before it reached the phone, however, “But I mean… it is pretty early. If she hasn’t already left for school she’ll probably just be mad at me for choosing now to call. And I wouldn’t wanna make her late or anything.” She mentally justified to herself, “I’ll just call her later… yeah, later…” The blonde thought as she gathered her things and exited her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
“Later…”
Ami met Minako in the school library during their free period to continue working on the song. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. In years past she would have been appalled at the mere thought of spending good study time on such a frivolous task.
“What is she doing to me?” Ami thought, a big, goofy grin spreading across her face.
“Uh, hey, Earth to Ami.” Minako said, waving her hand in front of Ami’s face. Ami sat straight up, her face turning red.
“Sorry! Sorry, I was just… um…”
“Off in Mako land again?” Minako said with a devilish smirk, causing Ami to turn even redder.
“Anyway!” Ami said, trying to get back on track, “I’ve got some rough ideas for lyrics I was hoping you could look at. How’s the melody coming along?”
“Alright. I don’t have a ton of practice but I’m working with what I’ve got.” Minako replied.
“Well, I was thinking, what if we asked Rei for help?” Ami questioned, causing Minako to immediately stiffen up, “After all, she’s got experience writing music, she could probably be a big help.”
“Um… well I uh… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Minako said, avoiding eye contact.
“Why?”
“Well… um… ya see… I was hoping you could help me write a song like the one we’re writing for Mako for her as well.” Minako finally managed to say, blushing profusely.
“Oh. Well, I guess we could do that. I don’t know how we’ll be able to make it work though, since the song we’re writing for Mako is a love song.” Ami said, before taking a second to think about what Minako said, until the realization hit her like a ton of bricks, “Wait…” Ami muttered, just under her breath, “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH R-?'' was the last thing the blue haired girl was able to say before Minako quickly silenced her by covering her mouth with her hand.
“Shhhh! Keep your voice down!” Minako hissed through gritted teeth. She eventually removed her hand from her friend's mouth, revealing it to still be hanging agape.
“Wow, I… what?! For how long?” Ami finally questioned.
“Oh, y’know… awhile…” Minako said nervously, fiddling with her hair.
“How 'awhile’ are we talking here?” Ami asked.
“Well, I…” was all Minako could say before letting out a massive sigh, “I’ve thought she was beautiful since the moment I first saw her. And her fiery personality (no pun intended) was just… wow.” Minako said with big, dreamy eyes, “But you know me, I have a crush on a new person every week! So I figured that this very… inconvenient one, would just go away when I got on to the next one. And it did! Well… kind of…” Minako continued, lowering her gaze down to the table and her notes, “Every time I thought I had moved on, thought I found someone new to obsess over, I always came back to her. Not like she was my rebound or anything! More like… like I was delaying the inevitable. But I kept telling myself that that was the only choice I had.”
“Because you didn’t wanna mess up the team?” Ami questioned, pulling from personal experience.
“I mean, there were a lot of things. Obviously the big question mark was whether or not she would even be willing to date another girl. But seeing how hopelessly in love she was with Usagi I figured-”
“Wait WHAT?!”
Minako simply rolled her eyes, “Geez, Ami, for a genius you sure can be dense when it comes to this stuff.” She said, “Anyway, even after that I told myself I couldn’t do it. First of all, I’m supposed to be your leader. If I were to date one of you it would just… complicate things. But even more than that, to be completely honest…”
“You would rather hold it in and have hope than risk having that hope taken away by telling her?” Ami finished for her.
“Yeah. But then we… y’know… we died.” Minako said with a faint, forced chuckle. “And that kind of… shook me a bit, y’know? Made me… reevaluate some things.”
“Trust me, if anyone knows how that feels, it’s me.”
“And after hearing your idea for Mako I thought maybe a song would be the best way to just… get it all out there. If it works out? Great! And if it doesn’t… well…”
“At least you won’t have to worry about losing your chance.” Ami once again finished for her friend, to which Minako simply nodded in response, “Alright, well, I guess we’d better get to work if we’re trying to double our output now.”
“Right. Well, what have you got so far?” Minako asked.
“Not as much as I’d like, to be honest. I want this song to capture how I feel about Mako but… well… easier said than done. I was trying to describe how I felt when I first met her but I’m completely drawing a blank.”
“Oh I get it, I’m in the same boat.” Minako replied to her friend.
“I mean, it was something so new but also…”
“So familiar.”
“It was… exciting but also…”
“Comforting.”
“Terrifying but…”
“Calming.”
“It almost felt like…”
“Deja Vu.” The girls both said in unison. The pair simply stared at each other for a moment afterwards, before Minako finally spoke up.
“Ami.”
“Yeah?”
“Write that down! Write that down!”
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Aw, look at them go, working on their songs... But hey what was that with the Outers and the shadow thing and-?
ANYWAY, that's where we'll leave chapter 3.
NEXT TIME: The Sailor Guardians make their triumphant return to save the city from destruction once again, will they be able to pull it off, or will they need the assistance of a brand-new transformation? Find out in Chapter 4: Moon Spectrum Power.
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Here is a piece I wrote for @sunshinebanjos as part of the ALWY Server Gift Exchange! I just knew I had to write something sappy about Mark and Lennon, so I hope you enjoy, boss!
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The space program shipyard was abuzz with activity. A party was in full swing on the tarmac, celebrating the dedication of the fleet's newest ship, a scientific vessel called the Looking Glass. Officers from every rank were in attendance, including one of the ship's junior engineers.
Mark stood next to the refreshments table, quietly sipping champagne. He usually enjoyed these kinds of events, but tonight he just felt dejected. Standing here, watching his fellow crewmen laugh and mingle, he realized that it wasn't the parties he enjoyed, but the person he attended them with. He sighed and took another swig of champagne. At least there was free booze.
"Commander Basswood, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight! Tell me, how was the Eris mission?" Mark heard an officer say across the party. His breath hitched in his throat. He scanned the crowd with eager eyes.
"It was a complete success, but I have to say I'm glad to be back on solid ground, sir." There was Lennon, shaking hands with Captain Silvir. They wore their dress blues, but showed the telltale signs of months in space. Their hair was longer, as was their beard. They had heavy bags under their eyes, though they hardly looked tired as they talked to the captain with that effortless charm.
"Please, commander, you don't have to call me sir. You're not a cadet anymore," Silvir smiled, turning to a pair of officers. "Basswood here was one of my brightest students. That reminds me of a funny story, back when I taught astrometrics-," he kicked off into a long-winded story about his time at the academy.
Lennon looked away from the rambling captain, and locked eyes with Mark across the party. He gave them a sheepish smile, lifting his glass as a greeting. They smiled back, glancing over to the captain and giving an exaggerated eye roll. Mark laughed, earning some odd looks from the partygoers around him.
Eventually Lennon nodded towards one of the buildings around the shipyard. Mark understood immediately. He could hear them say "Thank you, captain, but I really must get going." before they dissapeared into the crowd. Mark downed his drink, placing it on a passing waiter's tray before heading off to the building.
He slipped inside, closing the door behind him. Lennon was already inside, their arms held wide. "Hey there, stranger!" They pulled him into a hug.
Mark hugged back, his heart thumping in his chest. "I didn't think you'd be back for another month!"
"We managed to complete the mission ahead of schedule, so command let us come back early. We just got in this morning," they pulled back, hands still on Mark's shoulders.
Looking into Lennon's eyes for the first time in months, he realized just how much his heart had ached for them. He always knew it was a possibility they would be seperated, it was a simple fact of their career paths, but it still hurt. He had been able to distract himself with his work. But in his quiet moments, his mind would wonder back to them, across the dark expanse of space, so far from his reach, and that dull ache would creep back into his chest.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He blurted out.
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They found themselves in a coffee shop a few blocks away from the shipyard. Still in their dress blues, the pair drew quite a few glances from the other patrons. Lennon shrugged off their jacket, and Mark couldn't help but stare as he sat down with two cups of coffee.
Lennon eagerly took one. "So, tell me everything I missed while I was gone."
"Well," Mark thought for a moment. "Admiral Henry announced his retirement. The Titan finally finished its repairs after the solar flare incident.  Oh, and they opened a new exhibit at the Sol Museum. They're displaying samples from the first manned Mars mission, I haven't gone yet but I heard it's very cool."
"No," they said gently. "Tell me about you. What have you been doing for the last few months?"
"Oh." His face grew warm. "I've been really busy with the Looking Glass, we still have a lot to do before launch next week. And... I've started working on designs for a new ship."
"A new ship?" They repeated, a glimmer in their eyes. "Mark, that's incredible!"
His blush only deepened. "It's not much, I haven't even pitched the idea to command yet."
"Still! It's really exciting, you'll have to show me them sometimes." They took a sip of their coffee. "I missed this," they said with a wistful sigh.
Mark chuckled. "What? They didn't have coffee on the Dauntless?"
"No, not the coffee," they joined in his laughter. "I mean, this, spending time with you. I can't think of a single moment in the last few months where I wasn't working. And that whole time, I really didn't get to know anyone on the crew. Everyone was too dazzled by my title to treat me like anything but their superior. It was lonely, really." They trailed off, but immediately perked back up. "But now, I can finally sit back, relax, and talk with my best friend."
"I missed this, too." He leaned back in his seat. "So, what's next for the great Commander Basswood?"
"As of today, I'm officially on shore leave," Lennon declared triumphantly. "I have three months of downtime before I'm called away on my next mission."
"Do you have anything planned?" he asked eagerly, hoping there was a place for him in their plans. He was already considering taking a vacation once the Looking Glass was complete, but before he was hesitant. Lennon's early return almost felt like a sign from the universe to do it.
"Not yet," they shrugged, looking down into their coffee. They fidgeting with the side of the cup. "Maybe you could take me to that new exhibit at the Sol Museum."
Ok, he was definitely taking that vacation. He'd take as much time off as command allowed him if it meant more to spend with them. "I think that can be arranged."
"Perfect, it's a date."
"Yeah." His heart swelled. "It's a date."
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Saul of the Mole Men #1: “A New Friend” | February 12, 2007 - 12:00AM | S01E01 Revised version first aired April 17, 2007 @ 12:15
Imagine you’re watching a movie. A character in the movie turns on the TV, and there’s a show that’s too stupid to REALLY exist in the real world. TV shows are already a heightened form of reality, and so are movies, so when the character watches this show, chances are it’s going to be pretty dumb by our standards. But because the movie person lives in a heightened version of reality, it only makes sense that the TV show will be a heightened version of that heightened reality. That movie character is used to this version of television. But, we as the audience watching the movie are not. 
Very simply, you have what you’d refer to as a “fake show”. These usually exist so you can watch a movie character watch the show, giggle at how stupid it is, and maybe also giggle at how stupid the character is for liking it, or how notice how cool and relatable they are for not liking it. Sometimes, not often, but SOMETIMES, the show is actually fully produced to some extent and included as an extra feature on the special edition DVD. Isn’t that neat? 
Fake shows exist on TV, as well, usually serving some allegorical function. “Invitation to Love” on Twin Peaks. “Terrance and Phillip” on South Park. “Pscyho Dad” on Married… With Children. That sort of thing. This blurs the concept of “Fake shows” altogether.
You’d think this was a simple concept, but it’s not. In fact, there is yet another step towards the uncanny: the “fake shows” that exist in real life. Some of them are a little less vague because they are broad genre parodies (Fernwood Tonight*, Night Stand with Dick Deitrich). But for some of them, the joke is that they exist at all. Those are the truly uncanny ones: That’s My Bush!. Let’s Bowl. And this: Saul of the Mole Men. 
Saul of the Mole Men was created by a big foam mouth whose top part of its head was the word FUNNY and jaw was the word GARBAGE. I don’t really care to actually untangle the ownership here; for some reason I assumed Jimmy Kimmel was the owner of this company because I remembered he had an affinity for Josh Gardner (the titular Saul), and he supported the career of Adam De La Pena (whose Minoriteam sported this production logo). There’s some vaguely recognizable names in here, like Tom Stern and Tim Burns, who worked with Alex Winter on Idiot Box (underrated) and Freaked (one of the best comedies ever made). Oh, hey, Alex Winter is credited as a voice in this! I think that’s him as the king Mole Man?
The premise was that Saul Malone, a nerdy and anxious geologist, is one of the sole survivors of a disastrous mission involving a drill-mounted underground vehicle (is there a word for this?? I wonder!). Among the living is a rude robot who says stuff like “(slur)”, and a vapid 60s style pop star, who is in stasis on board during the first scene for some reason that isn’t explained. When their vehicle crashes and everyone on the ship winds up dead, Saul ventures into the subterranean world of the Mole Men, to go and have… serialized adventures… uh, down there. 
The first episode’s plot: the craft crashes, Saul, Johnny Tambourine, and Robot need to find their locator antenna, which has landed in the Mole King’s throne room. The Mole King dutifully brings the antenna to Saul, and kindly introduces himself. Saul is freaked out by the Mole Men to such a degree that it causes him to ignore this friendly gesture and stab the king in the head with the antenna. And that all takes 11 minutes for some reason. 
Okay, so the show is cheesy and crappy-looking on purpose. It’s meant to look like a Sid and Marty Krofft production from the 70s. Other references get thrown around like Doctor Who. The opening reminds me of Ark II, or any number of Saturday morning semi-serious action shows shot in the desert aimed at really stupid children. It shares something in common with Sid and Marty Krofft productions: damn, it looks really fun! But also: damn, the people shooting this really didn’t give a shit. Like at, at all. 
That’s the prevailing feeling with Saul of the Molemen. The aesthetics are really pleasing, honestly. The Mole Men are really fun to look at. The opening theme sequence and credits and stuff are beautiful. It does look really fun to make. But the script and the shooting of the show? I will give props to Josh Gardner, who had a small cult following from Gerhard Reinke's Wanderlust on Comedy Central, a short-lived show that never grabbed me, but I remember a small number of people in my orbit insisted that it was “actually pretty good”. His performance is occasionally very fun, and he embodies the character well. Certain action shots are on-purposes lackluster. That’s the main joke of the show: unconvincing action and dumb jokes. 
Speaking of jokes: actual written jokes are few and far between. There are maybe two lines in this that qualify as a joke: Saul’s dying crew mate thinks Saul is another guy on the team: “why do you have his cold sore?” “It’s a mustache!” “The coldest sore of them all”. It’s an okay joke, but you can’t imagine anybody in the room saying “let’s try and come up with something better”. I would bet that this show was entirely produced from first draft scripts. 
That’s not entirely accurate; this episode is in fact a revision of a revision; First there was the pilot version of this, which I recall adultswim.com had clips of online (I found information that suggests the whole pilot was up, but I only remember a clip package that shared the scenes that were cut from the final version). The shot with Saul being barfed on by subterranean birds seen in the opening is derived from the original pilot. There are also many shots that seem like they were shot at different times; The costumes, Saul’s mustache, or the video quality all seem slightly different from shot-to-shot. 
The version available online for viewing was actually revised a second time; later they added a gag where the show kept playing different opening sequences for different shows before settling on Saul. This version aired midway through the series and became the “final” version of the episode. I VASTLY prefer the first aired version and don’t think the additional intros opening adds much. In fact they come off too jokey and at worst tacked-on (they are in fact both of these things). What IS legitimately great though is the actual Saul of the Mole Men theme song, sung by television’s Trey Parker. It’s very catchy, and the single best thing about the show. 
There is one other notable dialogue-driven joke: Robot can’t tell if the Mole Men are mongoloids or what. Johnny Tambourine says his sister was (paraphrasing) born retarded. Or was it Chinese? Actually, she was stillborn. (end joke, which ends on a lingering shot of Saul furrowing his brow as if the home audience needs to recover from laughing so hard) I’m not trying to win woke points, I swear to god, but: this joke always rubbed me the wrong way. Like there’s something really unsatisfying about it. Maybe it’s a hat on a hat kinda thing? I remember friends quoting it and I sorta was like, “yeah, I guess that’s funny.” I don’t know man. I feel like they were going for stupid-on-purpose, but the stupidity on this show has a way of leaving me cold. The writing just seems brushed-off. I often wonder if this show was a little more PG or a little more straight-faced, as though it really were children’s television, if it would be better. 
It reminds me of certain producer-types I’ve talked to, whose whole attitude is that comedy is easy: you just try a bunch of dumb but novel ideas and wait for one to catch on. This one apparently caught on: I mean, it sold, didn’t it? For some reason Adult Swim greenlit 20 episodes of this thing, and it’s baffling why? Did they commission and then not even watch the pilot? I’m hazy on the details, but I remember them taking shots at this show later on in bumpers: citing it as an example of greenlighting gone-wrong. 
I… (gulp) remember this being the best episode of the show, from what I saw. It’s only downhill from here. Oh no!
PS: I am going to save the Jonah Ray bashing for another write-up. This is already too many words. 
*FERNWOOD TONIGHT ADDENDUM: Fernwood Tonight is typically described as a spin-off of Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, but I’m one of the few people on Earth who has actually watched every episode of Mary Hartman so I am going to use this blog to clear up the distinction: YES: there were moments in the show where characters watched a show called “Fernwood Tonight” but it did not resemble the real-life Fernwood Tonight at all and was more of a local news magazine program. In that incarnation it was just an expression of the idea of “going on TV” whenever the plot called for it. Like, if a character on the show is doing something that gets media coverage, it’s gonna happen on “Fernwood Tonight”. The Mayor needs to announce something to the whole town, it happens on “Fernwood Tonight”, etc. The concept of the show being revamped and hosted by Martin Mull as Barth Gimble (twin brother to Garth Gimble, who died on Mary Hartman) was introduced late in the series as a tease for the upcoming “spin-off”. So I don’t really count it as a show-within-a-show really at all. It’s more of a calculated extension of the Fernwood universe. Thank you. Thank you for letting me say this stuff.
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Tim and Eric Awesome Show premiering on Adult Swim, THE CARTOON NETWORK, was like Bob Dylan going electric. Same feigned outrage followed by significant amounts of influence for the world of comedy. May Tim and Eric STAND the TEST of TIME!
I agree with you, even though I don’t know who Bob Dylan is. Seems like a weird guy to know about honestly. Bye.
Hacky Sack Extreme. Million Dollar Extreme. See the connection? As the late Bill Murray would say: Friend of yours?
Bill Murray recently found himself in hot water for massaging his niece Geena Davis. So back the fuck off pal
I have a friend named Connor but we call him C-Boy from time to time so its pretty cool there was a C-Boy on Tim and Eric. Shout out to him! Keep New Jersey weird dude, Jersey style!
This is a banner day for mentioning weird guys. But... I have a feeling... this C-Boy of yours is a good guy and a good friend. May the friendship STAND the TEST of TIME!
I dont like how they say "fuckin podcast" in the podcast episode. So rude! If that was the first thing I ever saw them do I may have never give them a chance. Instead I love the guys. Can life be really that precarious?
I agree, and yes. It’s like my friend who turned off the Comedy Central TV Funhouse show because an animal swore. He hated that. Even when I pointed out “that was in all the promos. You were ready for it”. He stuck to his guns. That guy died, probably.
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Ronnie’s Tales: The House
Dear Diary, These past few weeks were certainly something.
You never expect after going through university to end up cleaning houses but the pay was good and that was all that mattered. I was happy just to find anything that would pay for the bills. My first job was simple enough, emptying an office building for renovations. I worked in a big team, so that we could get jobs done faster and more efficiently. My second job however was to be a week-long ordeal in the countryside.
I came with the first group. Our goal was to clean an old estate that had been uninhabited for a couple of generations. The surviving family members had hired us to clean and prepare it for sale. We had a pile of keys and really no instructions or information on what to do. We were to remove the furniture, clean the rooms and make the outside look presentable.
The car swayed side to side as we drove down the dirt road that led to the mansion. The trees and brush almost left no space for the road, and soon enough we had a flat tire. We should’ve taken the hint, even though the road was too narrow to turn the car back around.
We arrived at noon. After a quick scan of the house, we decided that we were going to start by emptying the furniture. The manor looked as if it was left in a hurry, thick dust covered every surface. Wardrobes, drawers, cabinets were full of objects that had been forgotten to time. A coat still hung on the hook by the door. I let out a sigh of relief when the kitchen duties fell on Keith. For some reason the place still smelled as putrid as if it had been abandoned for only a couple of months. That first afternoon went along smoothly. We had managed to clear out the ground floor, while Jackie and Erich prepared the enormous foyer to be our living quarters.
“I managed to call for the team tomorrow to bring a water tank.” Jackie, our boss, announced during dinner. “I apologise, we weren’t told this place was in such a state. I’ve also asked them to bring a stove. Guess we’ll have to make sandwiches for tonight’s dinner.”
“Can they even make it down the road with the landscaping equipment?” Keith asked. “We barely made it here ourselves. Also, how much landscaping are we supposed to do? I didn’t see any property limits!”
“Uh, we’re all supposed to do landscaping? That wasn’t in my contract.” I interjected.
“Everyone, please calm down.” Jackie sighed. “Believe me I’m as frustrated as you are. I can only hope tomorrow goes a bit better. We’re all going to focus on the house first. The sooner we’re done with the inside the better.”
“So, I have to do landscaping too?” I inquired again. I regretted my words immediately, as everyone stared daggers in my direction. Anna shoved a sandwich on my face to stop me from talking further. I took it and slowly bit the crust as the others spoke.
“We made good progress today. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Anna declared. “What are we going to do with the furniture and stuff?”
“I was instructed we were to burn it.” Jackie replied. “They said we could keep anything we wanted.”
“I’ll be sure to take a termite ridden chair home.” Keith stood up. “I’m going outside for a smoke. Don’t take all the treasures for yourselves.”
“It is a little strange. The place is massive, looks like it was dumped in a rush, but looks like there’s nothing valuable in it.” Erich added. “The paintings are reproductions; the drawers are just full of crap. When was the last time anyone was here?”
“The fifties I believe. The man that talked to me said he had never even been here. Also, we’re here to clean the place, not pillage it.” Jackie snarked. “I doubt they’ll even sell it; this is so remote. But hey, our pay is already assured so that has nothing to do with us.”
As we settled to sleep, the wind outside began to howl. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not even the cold draught that ran freely through the house as if every window was open, woke me from my slumber.
A boy ran upstairs giggling. He was being chased by something that I could not make out. The child touched a wall opening a new path he swiftly ducked into. As the path closed itself, the figure that chased the boy grunted and scratched at the wall. The spectre let out a series of inhuman noises, the child’s laughter didn’t waver for a second. The hidden hallway seemed to bend itself to the boy’s will, he soon appeared behind the figure that frantically crawled at the wall.
I woke up in a sweat. Anna stared at me, clutching her blanket. My body felt as if someone had set me on fire. “Good morning…” I managed to muster.
“ ‘Morning. Are you okay?” Anna reached out her hand to my face. Her cold fingers shook me out of my stupor. “Did you have a bad dream too?”
I looked around, everyone seemed shaken from the night before. Keith sat in his sleeping bag with an unlit cigarette in his mouth staring at the floor. Jackie prepared breakfast clumsily. Erich stood next to the window staring at the sky. Rain poured from the clouds above us. It barely looked like the sun had risen that morning.
“Guess we’re not burning anything after all.” Erich mumbled.
“I’m sure the rain will let up soon. I checked the weather app before we came and it said it was going to be sunny.” Jackie replied. “Anna, could you stop being creepy for two seconds? This place is bad enough on its own.”
Anna covered her head with her blanket. I gently tugged on it and handed her food.
“We can’t do much with this rain though. Should we just clean this floor today since we can’t carry stuff outside?” I asked. “What time are the other guys coming in?”
“That’s… Actually, a good idea. We don’t even have anything to keep entertained. The others are arriving around the time we did yesterday. I wanted to go call them, but with this downpour I really don’t feel like it.” Jackie sighed and chugged down her drink. “Alright everyone, Anna and Alex you can do upstairs. Get some smaller furniture near the door so we just have to put it outside later. Keith, you go do the floors on the rooms on the left, I’ll do the ones on the right. Erich, go finish up the kitchen, I guess we use some rainwater in the meantime.”
The morning went by smoothly. The second floor much like the first had nothing of value. Most of the furniture had fallen victim to the passage of the years, bugs or both.
“Alex.” Anna beckoned. “Look at this.”
“Oh. That’s messed up.” I inspected the inside of a wardrobe door. “This probably was a kid’s room then.”
“There are no toys.” Anna added. “Do you think it’s a foreign language?”
“Might be. But why carve it in a door? It looks so creepy.”
Anna threw the clothes and other contents of the wardrobe to the floor. “Look it’s all over it.”
“Anna, we can’t even move this thing, it's stuck to the wall. Don’t make a bigger mess for us to clean, please.” I begged.
“There’s nothing written on this one.” Anna felt around one of the wardrobe’s drawers. A moment later a *click* sound was followed by part of the wardrobe’s backing giving out. A dark corridor revealed itself before us, making way to a cold draft that almost swept us off our feet. A shout from downstairs startled us, we ran to the banister and looked at the lower floor.
“Lunch is ready!” Jackie announced. “Come downstairs you two. It’s time to rest a bit.”
As we ate lunch Anna told everyone about our upstairs findings. Jackie sighed several times and reminded us that we’re supposed to be working. “This is not Casper’s mansion.” She pouted. We were about to finish eating when the rest of the team finally arrived. We rushed to help them bring the rest of the gear inside and cheered as it seemed like the storm was finally passing.
In the remaining days, our work went pretty smoothly. Even the landscaping crew did quick work of the thicket and brushwood. They even patched the dirt road leading to the estate with some sand and stones they found in a shed. The mornings however, did not come easy for anyone. The newcomers were also cursed with the same gut-wrenching nightmares. If it were not for Jackie’s delicious breakfasts, I don’t think any of us would have the courage to get out of our sleeping bags.
Some saw themselves dying in horrible ways, at the hands of… something. I kept seeing the little boy taunting fate running from something that was clearly desperate to get at him. That day, we were all quite delighted because it would be our last night in the nightmare mansion. It had been raining again, which had made Jackie very displeased that her weather app didn’t work properly. As we celebrated a job well done, a thunderstorm came to announce that our last night was going to be a memorable one.
As we were settling to sleep, we heard a very weird noise outside. A *whoosh* that also seemed to sound like flapping wings, but like, huge wings? Then a crash. And the furniture we had outside to burn tumbling down all over the place. Some of us rushed outside to look, pointing our lanterns in the direction of the furniture.
“Ow…” A voice cried near me.
I helped a person out of the floor. It was a weird one. They had horns in their head and some weird black scales on their face. I fell on my butt when I took a better look at them. The others soon came rushing, helping us both and we all went inside to shelter from the storm once more.
“I’m sorry, who are you? We are a cleaning crew currently finishing our work here on this house.” Jackie inquired the weird person. “How did you get here? Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
“Yeah… Yes! I only hit my head. I’m fine, I’m sorry. Uhhh I’m Ronnie. Ronnie Moontomes. I bought this place. Sorry, nobody told me that there would be people here. I thought it was empty.”
“Well, we were hired to clean the house before the sale. So, it would look nice for viewings. We also took the liberty of patching the road a bit with some supplies we found. I hope it’s okay. We have quite a big truck and getting it here was a pain.” Jackie said, staring at the person in disbelief. “We weren’t told that the house had already been sold.”
“Ah, the house is what I need. So, I just bought it. It was also surprisingly cheap. That made it very easy to choose from the other houses at the agency.” Ronnie replied. “I’m sorry I scared everyone. I hope everyone has a good night. I’ll sleep upstairs. Please don’t let me disturb you anymore.”
“How did you even get here?” Erich asked, completely baffled. “Also how are you sleeping upstairs? You didn’t bring anything and there’s no furniture.”
“I uh… Walked. I live nearby. So, I know the area well. Also, my coat is very comfortable. Don’t worry. It’s just too stormy to go back home right now.”
In the morning Ronnie watched us from the window while we burned the old furniture. It went a lot more smoothly than I had expected.  The landscaping crew cleared the ashes from the cobblestone and power washed the burn marks from it. By mid-afternoon we were ready to leave the place behind and never look back.
Jackie handed the pile of keys to Ronnie whilst saying goodbye. “Thank you for your hard work, everyone!” Ronnie kept on repeating as we started our engines. They frantically waved their hand while we drove off and I could swear that from the rear-view mirror I could see a ghost next to them.
“Can you guys believe that they asked me for all of our salt? Guess I shouldn’t forget to add that to the shopping list if we get another job like this.” Jackie exhaled.
Honestly, I wouldn’t buy the place. I think something went on down there. But oh well… The house was clean.
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Valentine
ᐟ will you be my valentine ? ᐟ those 5 simple worded letters were pipped in cursive lettering that was written in the center of the heart-shaped cake.  It stood proudly on the stand that held the cake in place, head tilting to the side the petite female hummed in a graceful manner making sure the entire order was perfect. She made sure each color and design of the cake itself was up to par with what the customer had ordered. Valentine’s Day was shortly coming up in a few weeks thus putting the bakery on high alert.  “It’s funny you know, the bakery being called My Valentine and people are calling in with the saying will you be my valentine on the cake?” a sultry voice called out from behind, causing the brunette to shift her cranium over her right shoulder, eyeing her worker April that appeared into thin air. The corners of her mouth curved upward creating a small crescent smile revealing the small indentation of dimples to appear. Shaking her nogging side to side. “ It’s corny, but hey everyone enjoys a good corny joke” Gently placing down the pipping onto the marble table, elsy pressed her lips together nose crinking at her comment. “ Do you think it’s too early for people to ask though?” the raven-headed girl asked in a curious tone.  Some would say it is, while some say it’s not. But then again, to each their own. Arms slowly crossed along her chest, shaking her cranium once more in disagreement. “Nah, it’ll give us girls more time to plan out some nice outfits, along with coming up with the most perfect makeup and hair too of course.” it was when she finished her sentence a text message tone came shooting in indicating someone had placed an order in or even canceled. Mahogany iris’s caught wind of her friend walking over, seeing what was placed in. Capturing the smile along the other’s ivory features Elsy knew something had happened. “Guess who gets a free cake tonight, someone canceled one of their orders. Grab a fork and let’s eat it before it goes to waste” April carefully said. Giving a light nod of agreement, Elsy carefully grabbed two forks that came out from the dishwasher that was already cleaned. She saw a glimpse of April who had gotten the cake from the fridge that was being held within her grasp.  “ What does that cake say?” brows were arched with curiosity hearing the response back. “It says, I’m sorry with cherries around the brim of the cake.” as the two walked out from the back room and into the front where small tables were placed, setting down the cake. “ We can think and come up with theories about what this person is sorry for.” chuckling at the dark raven-headed girl’s comment.  “Oh trust me, I’m sure we can come up with a lot of things.” Elsy’s features were given in a devilish expression thinking of the many possibilities.
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crybabyalexxx · 3 years
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Nova
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have a secret arrangement. Inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘Billie Bossa Nova’
Warnings: NSFW 18+, submissive Bucky, dominant reader, BDSM involved
A/N: This was very fun to write as always. It is my first time writing anything for Bucky but this song just reminds me so much of him and I couldn’t help myself. Hope everyone enjoys it! I always get so nervous before posting a story.
Word Count: 2k
Here you were at another one of Tony’s parties. It’s not like you weren’t having any fun, it’s just that you’d rather be somewhere else. With someone else. It was rare when everyone got a moment for themselves so you all enjoyed it when everyone was together. Made you feel like a real family. But tonight, you only wanted to be with one person.
“Hey stranger, you’re quiet tonight. Everything alright?’ Natasha makes her way up to you, drink in hand. She always made sure you were treated well and felt comfortable. You were so thankful for her.
“Yeah, just a little tired.” Across the room from you was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. You two came face to face a few times on missions, before and after you joined the team. He hates to admit it but you were a tough one to fight. You love to remind him how easily you can kick his ass. You loved it when you got him down on his knees.
Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all night. From the moment you walked into the room with that silk green dress. It was causal, yet he adored you. He was quieter than usual, but everyone blew it off as ‘Bucky being Bucky’, and he didn’t mind. He just needed you. Bucky knew you thought the same thing too, it was the way you were looking at him. Like you wanted him on his knees. He wanted to obey.
Nobody knew but you and Bucky would regularly meet. When everyone was asleep, you and the Winter Soldier would sneak off and hide behind closed doors. It all started one night after training, the way he was breathing against you. Your legs wrapped around him tightly. Then it happened again after a mission, him knocking on your door and you pulling him in. It’s hard to stop it once it starts. After a while, Bucky told you about him wanting to be submissive. It threw you off at first, you figured after being mind washed for all those years that he would want to be in control for once.
“Sometimes everything becomes too much and I just want someone to take a little control every once in a while.” Bucky lied with you on one of the many hotel beds you’ve been in together.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, James. I understand, I’ll do it. I was always good at getting you on your knees for me.”
“I think I’m gonna go ahead and get to bed. Behave for me will ya?” Natasha smirks and gives you a wink.
“You know me y/n, I like to have a little fun before bed.” You wink back at her and head out to the elevator, with a Bucky Barnes hot on your heels. You didn’t even have to look at him to make him come to you. It won’t be the only time tonight either.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Doll.” It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same room together. So when you both heard you had the weekend off, you couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He’d been worked up and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You loved it when he came without a warning, sometimes waiting can get so boring. You wiped the cum off your hands with your tongue. “Don’t apologize, James, I like how worked up you get.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “Only you do it how I like.”
You and Bucky don’t say anything on the way up to your room. You were lucky enough to have your rooms across from each other, nobody would know that he was secretly with you. It was like a routine, a dance between the two of you. Bucky undressed and waited for your command. You walk around him in circles, like he was prey. He wanted you to devour him already.
“On the bed.” He grew an erection immediately. Just by your three simple words. He did as he was told like a good soldier. He even held his hands above his head without having to be told. You straddle his waist as you tie him up. Bucky shuts his eyes tight, he knows he won’t last long with the way you look, fully dressed and slightly grazing him where he needed you most.
You smirk and grind your hips roughly, causing Bucky to throw his head back hard into the pillow. It was as if somebody knocked the wind out of him. His eyes shot open and he swore there was nothing more beautiful than the sight above him. You smiling down at him, your hair coming down loosely. He wasn’t going to last long. You could feel him squirming slightly underneath you. “Y/n, please.”
“Name?”
“Nova.” When you and Bucky weren’t back at the compound, you were in different hotels. Using different names at hotel check-ins. It was routine. Being together for the night, just to feel something. You wanted to be in control and Bucky was more than happy to be controlled by you. You hadn’t realized how much you enjoyed it, having him this way. He could easily take control if he wanted to. But you had him at your mercy, and you were an addict for him.
You were never the sentimental type, but there was something about the way he looked right now for you tonight. Tied up and an absolute mess. You wanted to keep him like this forever. “You make me wanna take a picture of you, James.” You were completely naked for him now. His erection trapped in between your folds, you raked your nails up and down his arms and chest. You made sure to take your time with his metal arm. Made sure he knew that all of him deserved to feel good tonight. “All tied up and wrecked because of me.” Bucky rolled his hips forward to get some sort of friction from you. You held his hips down and tsked. “Be a good soldier now Barnes.” You could make a movie with him that you both would have to hide.
Bucky grunted and threw his head back in frustration. “The things you do to me, Doll.”
You kiss your way up to his neck, “Don’t get sentimental on me James.”
You’d been ignoring bucky all day. It was one of those days where everyone just kind of kept to themselves. You read a few books and paid no mind to Bucky when he walked in the room. You didn’t even look at him when you two were alone in the library. You could feel his eyes on you every second. You could feel how squirmy he was because of it. Even when he caught up with you on the elevator, you simply pulled out your phone and acted like it was the most interesting thing to you. It pained Bucky to not be able to reach out to you. It was torture not having you all over him, your hands pulling at his hair, grabbing his waist, and dragging him to your room. He almost went back to his room, but before he reached the doorknob he looked back at you one last time. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, then you entered your room without closing the door behind you. He took that as an invitation.
Once he closes the door behind him he grabs you and pins you against the door. “Look at me when we’re alone, please.” You knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going. You knew it was torture though. He kissed you like you could one day slip away. “I know, I know.”
You were glad that these walls were soundproof. The noises he was pulling out of you, the sounds he made in your ear. It was like a song you never got tired of hearing. The way he stretched you out, yet fit inside you so perfectly. This was all you needed. He was all you needed. If anybody saw you two this way, you don’t know what they would think. The Winter Soldier begging to come. Moaning out your name. You squeeze around him at the thought. “Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean in closer to him and squeeze around him once more. “Promise?”
Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, he left hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach. “You leave a strong impression don’t you Barnes?” It might be more of an obsession.
“Anyone see you?” He layed you down softly on the bed.
“No, you?” There was a slight knot in your stomach. You didn’t understand it.
“No.” Bucky continued his assault on your breast.
They won’t see me in your arms, you thought.
You’re not sentimental but there’s something about the way he looks tonight. Desperate, aching, and all yours. You could feel bucky tense up beneath you so you decided to drag this out a little longer. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly. Taking his cock in and out of you torturously slow. “Please Doll.” You’ll never get tired of hearing him beg.
“Who do you belong to?” You started to slam into him and Bucky saw stars.
“I won’t repeat myself, James.” You squeezed his throat gently.
“You! I belong to you y/n! Fuck.” You were going to be the death of him.
“Good Soldier.”
Sometimes you thought about being with Bucky. What it would be like to not have to sneak around and just be with each other. You wondered if Bucky thought the same. You wanted everyone to know the people you two became when you’re alone together. Even make them jealous for a change.
‘What are you thinking about?” You layed in Bucky’s arms, not having the energy to go back to your room yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you enjoyed the feeling of being in Bucky’s arms. The coolness of his metal arm with the warmth of his body. You stayed silent for a while. Debating whether or not to tell him the truth.
“That I’m the only one who does it how you like.”
You climb off of him and ride his thigh instead. Bucky whimpers and stares at you. He could feel how wet you are. You lean down and leave hickeys on his hips roughly. Once you are satisfied you climb completely off him and leave him hard and bare. He takes in a deep breath and pulls against his restraints. It was torture, but you both loved it. Bucky shuts his eyes again. ‘Please.” It won’t take much to get him going. “I know, I know.”
You walk around to the foot of the bed, fully naked. You saw your masterpiece. He was a work of art to you. The way his chest rose, the redness in his cheeks. The trail of your lips splattered all across his body. You were obsessed.
Bucky can hear your soft footsteps. He doesn’t dare look, he knows he won’t last long if he does.
“Look at me a little more James.” It took everything in him not to come the moment he saw you. He could see the wetness dripping from your cunt. The small hickeys covering your body, the ones he left. You were worth waiting for. He was obsessed.
His heavy breathing could have you on the floor. You watched him look your body up and down like it was a piece of art. You didn’t have to say anything, Bucky knew what you wanted. He wanted it too.
“I’m yours.”
You weren’t sentimental, but tonight there was something about him.
“I’m yours.”
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