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im not even bisexual like that anymore but challengers really had me like. now hold the phone
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can you believe vash finally managed to get through to knives and they managed to solve their differences right after that scene where roberto almost died dude the relief i felt when they realized the nail almost missed him haha thank god
#its fine#trigun stampede spoilers#words.lol#im fine im grea t i m fine im great im fine its fine im fine its fine im fine
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in the context of harry as a system, i think the thought mechanic is like. system is presented with a problem. harry left in front to deal with normal in the flesh things and he can pull aside other alters if he thinks theyre needed or if They think theyre needed. meanwhile the rest of the system is having a "council meeting" abt the thought where they duke it out and eventually come to a consensus
#hugh txt#kevin#disco elysium#this is also how my system makes important life changing decisions so#(suggestion voice) so. harry. we made a decision:] sorry for taking 4 hours#harry: grea t. 👍 where the HELL did interfacing put the prybar
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' reverse burrito ' Kaito - because it would be funny ( rosanimemuses )
{ Blanket Burrito! 🌯 }
@rosanimemuses !!!!
Shuichi always admired how hard of a worker Kaito was, when it came to his astronaut work. He always gives his support, hoping that his work will always go smoothly, especially when he'll be even more busy than usual; however, while he understood this was an especially busy week for Kaito.... he was worried with how much he had been pushing himself too hard. Being someone who was more than guilty of doing that, Shuichi didn't want his boyfriend doing the same to himself. Though despite trying to tell Kaito to please just rest for the day, he must've been very persistent that he did not need to, much to Shuichi's dismay. "B-But Kaito, you've been working practically nonstop!! That's not good! Surely whatever else you have left can wait, right?"
And seeing that Kaito still did not look willing to rest, he crosses his arms with a big pout. "Alright... looks like I have no choice." He first grabs both of Kaito's hands, so he can yank him up from his seat. Then, once dragging him close enough to the bed.... He gives him a firm enough push to make him lay down on it, right on top of the blanket. "Don't say I didn't warn you, mister!"
And with that declaration, Shuichi grabs both ends of the blanket closer to him, before proceeding to wrap Kaito completely in it like a burrito roll. And even if Kaito might've tried squirming or breaking free, Shuichi would just go: 'Aht, aht-' And playfully whap at his arms and legs to make them stay down, not being able to hide the growing smirk on his face. He could only imagine how silly this looks: him, somehow succeeding in wrapping his bigger and taller boyfriend up in a blanket burrito like this. The results of training truly do pay off, after all, he jokingly thinks to himself.
Once he finished fully wrapping Kaito up in the blanket burrito, he climbs back off the bed, hands to his hips with a proud smile on his face. "There we go! And before you ask, no, I will not let you out until you get some sleep. Maybe next time you will listen to this detective before he has to take drastic measures? Heh, heh, heh." Though he can't bring himself to be too mean, leaning in to kiss his forehead before his smile softens. "Really though... please get some sleep, Kaito. You work so hard, each and every day. It makes me so proud of you; but overworking yourself is no good. You know... what you always tell me? So I don't want you doing the same, either. I promise you'll feel much more focused and energized after a good sleep. Then I'll let you out of this blanket roll. Okay?"
#NJFNVJDNJFDJ NERDS!!!!!#YOU'RE RIGHT IT I S AND IT'S GREA T HEHE#he does it bc he cares and loves you qKaito!!!!!#doesn't want you pushing yourseeeelf!!!!#meme reply;;#Shuichi answers;;#rosanimemuses#♡;; Boss to his heart || { rosanimemuses // kaito }
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When will my c3 Mona return from the war..... ..
#out.#miss mona megistus why do you den y me so#is it because i'm a kunikuzushi rper#is that it??#pleas e.... ..#the goal is#on my quest for c6 kuni that i get some mona constellations#c4 at least though c3 is enoug h#that burst buff would be grea t
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Happy 3 days to 3 Hopes release I drew my best boy in anticipation
saw him for all of 3 seconds in the second trailer and almost burst into tears pLEASE HE'S SO CUTE,,,🥺
#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three hopes#fe3h#few3h#lorenz hellman gloucester#Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS GAME#the bestie and I have been playing the lions demo together and having a grea t time#we're gonna play golden deer together after lions and I am besid e myself I CAN'T WAIT
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#jace visha averly#aviisick13#avii#oc doodle#when one of the main ocs decided to appear in your head and yeah#oc seeing the artist be like#i remember dreaming in Elliott's POV (my oc) meeting Jace for the first time and it was grea t
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do you like pina coladas
#notes from the bramble patch#i do#pina coladas are grea#t#why is it 70 degrees out and ive just gotten one#isnt winter supposed to be cold?#merry chrihtsnms
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chronic pain is fun and the best and i love it so much
:)))
*sarcasm*
#kit talks#my hip fucking hurts and i can't get downstairs to find painkillers bc i can't walk LOL it's so greA T...
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JJK men when you accidently cut yourself (but they didn't know)
TW: little mentions of blood but not alot, a little bit of angst. And unedited.
INCLUDING: YUJI AND Megumi
-Yuji-
"I'm back" Yuji said, dragging his feet along the floor.
It's been a busy week for both of you. So busy that Yuji dosent even remember the last time you've even had a proper conversation.
To hell with the shower he thought standing over your plesantly sleeping form calmly breathing. Slowly he kicked his shoes off to the side and slipped his uniform jacket off and laid down on the bed next to you.
You let out a small groan as you felt the bed shift and slowly came out of your sleep.
"Yuji..." You mumbled.
"Yeah" He said tiredly.
You sighed in relife that he was finally back
Yuji slowly it his arm around your side before noticing how damp the blanket on you was. He took just arm off and switched on the bed side light making you put your head under the pillow.
At first Yuji just thought he was tiered but then he blinked again to see that it was real, the blanket was soaked in blood.
"Y/n? Y/N? Wake up" he pulled the blanket off you to see a blood soaked bandage on your arm.
Right away he had the first adi kit and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry Yuji, didn't mean to panic you, it's the last thing you need right now." You sighed putting your other arm up to your face to shield tour eyes from the light.
"I can't believe you weren't going to tell me! Y/n if your injured you need to see Shoko or at least go to a hospital" He said making sure to not apply the bandage to tight or to lose.
"You've been working all week and and youre exhausted to, Yuji look at your hands, youuve got little cuts on them, you should at least put a band-aid on them." You frowned
"Your the one to talk, with a losey bandaged cut arm. And no matter what happens I'm always putting you first." He said finally finishing up.
" Tommorow morning I'm taking you to Shoko." He said before throwing g the blanket in the wash and getting new ones.
That night he woke up every few hours to check your arm and to see if he might accidently touch it before carefully moving his arm away from it.
-Megumi-
You pushed your dorm door open and stumbled into the room, one hand clutching your side and the other practically dragging you around. You managed to take off one of your shoes before looking behind you to see your boyfried lazily dressed.
"y/n? Are you okay?" He walked over and crouched down infront of you, starting to untie your other shoe.
As soon as he carefully took it off you shot up and tried to stumble away from him.
"Wait, y/n is something wrong?" He asked, arms put streached to grab you.
"I'm grea-" you tripped over your own foot while trying to escape Megumi.
"-T" you hissed you felt Megumis arm wrapped around you, saving you from the fall.
Your breaths became fast as he slowly (practically carried you) to the couch.
You gasped for air as soon as you sat down.
"Y/N? What's going on??" Megumi asked concerned with your behaviour.
You moved your arm away from you side, shooting pain through your body when the pressure was released.
"You were right Megumi, I'm weak, I wasn't strong enough and now I have a gaping hole on my body." Tears welled up. You weren't sure if it was from the pain or the feeling of being to weak.
Within a second Megumi had you comfortably sat up on the couch while working his way round round your wound, cleaning it with cotton.
"I never said you were weak y/n, because your not. I said if you keep working yourself to much with out resting you'll become weaker, we all have our limits." He put the cotton down and started to wrap the bandage around your torso.
You looked down the other way feeling guilty that he had to deal with your mistake..your mess.
"I'm sorry" you said
"Don't be. You shouldn't be sorry. At the end of the day you helped people and your still alive, just be more careful okay?" He finished bandaging you before kissing it gently.
THANK YOU FOR READING ♡
AUTHOURS NOTE: Tehehe need to get back into writing so send some requests.
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen megumi#yuji itadori x reader#yuji x reader#itadori yuji
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Also making a collection of secret bosses. Why? Because I felt like it.
Let me know who I'm missing, and if possible, getting sprites would be nice so I can add them to the chart!
I'll try to add credits here, let me know what I should add/fix
Jevil/Spamton by Toby Fox
Snow-E by Lemonemy
Gospell design by Scratch Lunin
Blookette by Evil Nya Nya [@SmoochaGhost2 on twitter]
Sunsette & Cressette by Snokie
Wicker/Varminter/Gatsby/Jack/Helios/Nova (But Cooler) by Astromity
Will-fye by Spoon-Breaker
Collage/Stanley P. Scribbleton/Greas-E/Buzzkill/Dr. Pox by IndieMedley
Rublaad by imaginary-regret-608
Banner/Vangel/Haxter by Shaz0s
Halojack/Beltrowel/Gauze by Huecycles
Flowery/Descora & Belle/Atlas by Anne/Bepceleste
Host by Ne0nwithazero
Brandal/Screepto/Fakeris by LocalH00ligan
Radiola by Modtro64
Timber/Starlet/Screamo/Camellia/Wilter/Hycrisik/Mantle Keeper/Hex by R. V. Pine
Sleek by Axniety
Nova by Marnielovesyou
Skuntle Bingoid by ImpactWinter
Tenna by tvlandofficial
RErunner/Lustrelocks/Astrochew by HogRidah
Jukdyne/Dooblod/Terry Crow by RoxRox
Gygar by Rocco
Mederial by PomPom
Nonbinary Secret Boss by Furkrum (I thought it was funny)
Stern by JustTheMoonz
Rachel by R. T. Oak
The Neighbor/Mizpelt/Eve/Gilmore/Kass Sheere/Antoinette/Rock-E/Herifix/Honeur Able/Bellamy/Teel da Eel/Subject_17 by Creepa-Bot Inc.
Dirk/Serif by Emihead
Memme by DELTARUNE Chapters
Glonk by 4chan
Emeraldo by Parkerino69
Micheal Sperour/Shuebert/Min-E by l1zardart1stre
Woostern/BONSLICK THE WICKED/Sonatta/Shikari/Quiddo/Left-E by Mercair
Petaly by Jas
Deadeye by CondorCrest
Vee Sal by Sandshrewdoodle
Verre Trempe by Checherex
Rosey the Rose/Nightmar-E/Orbead by GoYourOwnWay196
Mad Hatter by Scare
Cabelle/Blanca-chan/Hero by Booripley
??? Robot by Deltaconduit
Memodia by Sunhatgirl
Veehenchezz/Olliever by Bonkers B Bonkers
Yogbert by danimodder
Floe/Clawhauz/Vessel by MrkySpices
Ike by TheC0MICguy
Mike by Pep
Mike by Vulpes Borealis
Lucidia by TheYoterMan
Immortal Hydrangea/Lillian/Bonibon by Wandering Makers
Sockswald by TheWinterer
Solis by Marineflames
Dillon by jjaym15
Brianna Friz by TheMilkMan
Slush-E by 4444pi
Chancellor by Marmarbles
Minerva by Sylladexter
Seraphim/Laughing Vapor by Weaponizedalibi
Gerden by Right-brain-left-brain
Trinky by Marbles!!
Helel by ZET
Getty Wellson/Davilone by Yinky Tunes
Peris by PetahPetah
Graves by hazard100
Patient Zero by Nermike
Roulette by Dollyglot
Inka by Pixelator
Spree Blitz by Ornstein
Creengle Snap by Kael Salesman
Cehll by A Lego.
Meucci/Roundhouse/Rosaline/Candrell/Coda by Wilkus Milkus
Wormwood by Freedom Co.
Lux Aeterna/Hearty by Spamemailguy
Rumi/Sergoyle by Frosty
Wanky Jo/Nyyrk by Change_it
Hymnis/Knockpad by Bog
S. Lacker by TzarLicken
Tapes by Broom
Horse by ExistingKirb
Pup-C by Scare
Ornamiel/Chrysette/Bandit Aster/Kaerel/Moquiere/Baker & Ratty by Isastuff
Howdy by S.A.
The Great Bazow by Lettuce_turtle
Moonslammer by Vindicator
Monitoon/Mixel by Toosday
Senstar by Mr. Luwigi
Foe by Bryleethebig
Goldie by DeltaVelvet
Satinelle by Octobox
Remild by Espeon
Rainie by Left-Brain-Right-Brain
Rael by Direct to Darkness
Roti by Followerex
Candy/Pastrot by ColorWorld
Dr. Etal by Uevos
Edd-E & Snatchy/Princheque by Rejona
Harlamour by Rosaic
Fleur/Ice-E by Red
Railey/Vantablack by Glitch-the-artist
The Hopless by Cyphis6
Tee-V by Filipnofishstickfailure
Alvaos/Soupa by Bryan the Celestial
Lumia/Curly Bracket by Kate Bun
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nick wayne x female reader??? just cute young couple shit please 🥺❤️
What It's Like Dating Nick Wayne (in my mind): Nick Wayne x Reader
Summary: A glimpse of dating Nick Wayne...
Word Count: 600
Supreme Speaks: DOUBLE UPLOAD HOES! Anyways, thank you to @hooks-martin for the request (sorry it took so long). Im doing a throwback to one of my first headcanon posts on here. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.
Warnings: none, not really proofread, fluffly boi
Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff
Okay so check it
This man is a sweetheart (I get big golden retriever vibes from him)
He’s constantly all over the place; just skipping around everywhere
He’s literally so sweet omg like I think he would just admire (stare) you and wonder how he got you to go out with him
Nick only looks at you with heart eyes
I think you would be his first real and serious relationship
Puts pressure on himself to do everything perfectly (tries too hard to be cool)
Plans all your dates to a T, if something goes wrong, he will blame himself to no end
“Nick, baby, it’s fine the collage is grea-“
“I’m a failure…I should have used hot glue instead of sticks”
As the two of you get more serious, dates will be at comfortable locations like at his or your house for movie nights or go to the park for a walk at night
Nick would finally understand that he doesn’t have to try so hard to impress or amaze you
Now he can just literally sit in a room and stare at you for hours and he’ll call that date (as long as you’re together)
But he would love to drag you to different places (especially to Walmart at 12 AM)
HE HAS A HIGHLIGHT STORY ON INSTAGRAM JUST FILLED WITH PICTURES OF YOU
Ranging from pictures of you two kissing or on dates to candid photos of you asleep…he has a big collection of those
Before you ask…NO…he does not do matching outfits or color schemes (unless it is all white or black)
He just finds them cringy
I can see Nick just giving you random things; little trinkets, presents, clothes, food, and things that you need
He’ll notice that you’re running low on something and just go out to purchase it
“How did you know I needed more toothpaste?”
“Well, I accidentally stepped on it and all of it came out…I also bought more mouthwash cause I accidentally spilled it.”
That man is a klutz outside the damn ring I promise you
Is a sucker for homemade items
If you made him a bracelet, he’ll wear it. If you painted him a picture, it’s up in his living the same day.
HIS LOVE LANGUAGES ARE PHYSICAL TOUCH AND QUALITY TIME AND GIFT-GIVING
Has to be touching you in some way (arm, neck, back, hell just holding pinkies will suffice for him)
Allows you to drag him around the store/mall
Nick will just grab you and bury his face into your neck
“Is this a new perfume?”
Notices little things that most people wouldn’t (like your hair parting, your scent, how you chew your food, angry habits)
Loves to see you in his clothes; is perfectly okay with you stealing everything he has
Is the type of spray his cologne on it as he feels like it really makes him claim you
If you’re a wrestler, he will practice with you…he just doesn’t trust anyone to treat you with care and respect
If not, you’re getting suplexed one way or another….be on a constant lookout
He doesn’t get mad at you…never…
If he does, he quietly and calmly talks about his problem…he will never raise his voice at you
Overall, having Nick Wayne as your boyfriend will never have a dull moment as you are constantly entertained and loved.
#aew#all elite wrestling#aew imagine#aew headcanon#nick wayne#aew nick wayne#nick wayne x reader#nick wayne imagine#nick wayne headcanon
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Shyan Shipping Society - NY Fic Exchange 2024
hi everyone!
can you believe it's our fourth annual new years exchange? we had some amazing fics and art (hosted in our server!) and i can't wait to bring them all to you here! let's go!
CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION!
doll island by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete
So Shane clearly picked up something on the Island. Something that made him hot and sweaty and horny, apparently. It doesn’t sound like any spider venom Ryan’s ever heard of, or the signs of a demonic curse. Although, a curse-
“Oh, fuck,” Ryan swears.
it's 2016, shane & ryan are on the island of the dolls, and a demonic doll plays matchmaker
satan, you're a nerve-y one by icantturnthisthingoff | E, 1K, complete
After a series of unfortunate events, Ryan finds himself alone on New Years Eve wishing he had someone to keep him company
Enter, Incubus Shane
The Sky In The Snow by Charmingwolf | T, 1K, complete
A group of backpackers stayed the night in an abandoned shed deep in the forest. In the dark, one was journaled their adventures until they felt the rumble of a massive creature just outside the thin walls. They looked out the window and saw a huge black thing with scales that twinkled like stars and huge fangs that dripped puddles of dark goo as it walked.
That was all they got down before the creature attacked. It tore down the walls of the shed before killing the backpackers and dragging them into the crunchy frostbitten grass.
That was 20 years ago. No one has seen the creature since. Ryan and the producers think it would make a great video to go hunting for the creature dubbed The Forest Hill Lizard.
one random night when everything changes by Artemis | E, 1K, complete
Ryan looks for Shane on New Year's Eve and finds more than just the person he was looking for that night. AKA Shane confesses his love for Ryan, they smooch, then they do something about it.
all in! by anonymous | T, 4K, complete
“I bet…," he starts, flashing a grin at Shane's flushed face. "you won’t kiss me on New Year’s Eve.”
Ryan watches as Shane instantly runs the numbers on this, through whatever mental calculator he has in his brain. He imagines beeps and whirs, gears turning words into numbers.
“Alright, Bergara,” he says, after a moment. Then, he slides his whole stack of chips sitting on the pool table and nods, slow and considering. “I’m all in.”
OR: Ryan makes a bet. It escalates from there.
They Got Subway at 2 am by Charmingwolf | M, 1K, complete
After a very silly and kind of sexually charged shoot, Shane and Ryan explore each other's bodies like they have done many times before.
Given the Chance by PlatinumPussycat208 | E, 3K, complete
“It’s…I built a time machine.”
Ryan and Shane blinked at each other. The other Shane and Ryan looked at one another, but stayed in the doorway quietly.
“Fuck off, Steven. That’s not funny.” Shane’s voice was serious now.
“No! I mean it!” Steven cried. “It’s how I’ve been keeping on top of everything here! It only goes back a little! It just gives me more time in the day!”
Ryan barked out a laugh.
“Oh my god…trust Steven to build a time machine to do more work.”
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a fun, smutty fic for the SSS NY Exchange!
Scheming for a Smooch by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete
The boys both decide to make a move on each other with a New Year's kiss at midnight. Only problem is, they're both plotting to get a smooch and the other doesn't know it yet.
Their dynamic is... by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete
Food files from the cameraman's perspective.
With A Little Help From Our Friends by quackers | M, 3K, complete
Everyone thinks they know Ryan and Shane's secret. Everyone.
They might be wrong.
thank you so much to all of the incredible creators who joined this event! happy 2024 from the sss mods! we have so many fun things planned so make sure you follow us here on tumblr or join the server so you don't miss out! we hope you had a great 2023 in our server/on our blog and we can't wait for you to continue having a great time in our server in 2024!
love you!
the mods
#shyan shipping society new years exchange 2024#shyan shipping society#shyan#skeptic believer#watcher after dark#buzzfeed unclean#buzzfeed after dark#mod ve
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Fuck You, Billy. (Part 2)
PART ONE
PART THREE
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Time Frame: between season 2 and 3 / September 1984 (Billy hasn't gotten his Lifeguard job yet)
Warnings: t/w rough handling/unconsented kiss (once again...this is Billy we are talking about)
Word Count: 4.9k
First Person POV
a/n: girlies ate up part one and I am not a woman to deny the people's wants so here I am with a Part Two! Just saying now, we're gonna see a lot of war with self cause why would anyone with common sense want to fall in love with a guy like Billy? Leave a note if you enjoy :P )
I pulled the bag of clothes, Billy so kindly bestowed me, closer so I could further inspect it. I hadn't looked at what he had gotten for me yet, so I started laying all the clothes out on the bed. I was surprised when I laid out the dress flat on the bed that it was actually something I'd probably at least try on for myself at a store.
I pulled out some stockings he had bought for me to go underneath when out dropped something onto the floor.
I groaned, laying the stockings out on the bed first before leaning down to see the purple lacey underwear he had back at the school, on my floor.
What an asshole, I immediately thought.
I started putting on all of the attire, and yeah if I tried this on in store, I think I would actually buy it.
It was a knee length, blueish-grey hued A-line dress with a pink floral design and some black lace that trimmed the bottom of the skirt , the bottom of the sleeves, and cuffed the neckline. There was also matching black buttons that led from the top of the cinched band at the waist to the bottom of the neckline.
I'd bet money that Billy had picked this dress due to the slight plunging neckline and cinched band at the waist, that when together did not hide my figure what so ever.
I put on a pair of blue rose earrings I owned to match and a long dainty necklace to distract from the amount of chest I was showing in this dress. I looked in the mirror, and honestly I felt beautiful. Everything from the stockings to the lace made me feel good about myself.
Though upon realizing this I also wanted to gag as it was Billy Hargrove out of all people who I was going to be looking good for.
He's a dick but even I can admit he's got a great sense of fashion.
I stared at myself in the mirror with sweat building on my palms as I was definitely getting cold feet about showing Billy. I couldn't decide in my head if he'd like it or or not, but hell he's the one who bought the damn thing, so why should I even care if he does or not. I felt good and that was enough of a confidence boost for me to finally call out for Billy.
"I put your stupid dress on and you have about 15 seconds to come look at it before I'm taking this shit off," I yelled out as a lie.
I heard him say as he came down the hall, "Yeah, yeah, yeah only took you a lifetime to put the damn thing on, and it'd take you just as long to tak-", he paused coming in the door as I stood in front of the mirror not taking my eyes off myself, "it off. . .," he continued in a more quiet tone. He chuckled.
"Huh, you see when I bought the whole ensemble I thought you'd look more like Phoebe Cates not Shirley Temple," he said leaning against my door frame with a smile.
"I don't think Shirley Temple ever wore a dress with half of her chest hanging out," I said turning towards Billy.
"How about we go halfway and call you a Brooke Shields then," he said obviously teasing.
I rolled my eyes and kept looking at myself too keep myself from blushing, "Yeah if I was Brooke Shields I wouldn't be living in Hawkins would I?"
"Yeah, well I don't think Brooke Shield spends all day looking at herself in the mirror either. Hurry and get your shoes on we're heading out."
"Isn't it a bit early for dinner?" I said self consciously looking away from myself in the mirror and at Billy instead.
"I mean we can stall the time in a different way right here if you'd like that," he said with a egotistical smirk, "They say yoga is a great time passer, and is great for. . ." he paused to look at me in the eyes, "stretching the body."
This time I couldn't help but let the blush flood to my cheeks. I thought to myself, 'This guy just does not stop till he gets what he wants does he?'
"Well instead of yoga," I said with hesitation, "what other plans did you have?"
"Well if you'd hurry up like I said for you too do, we'd already be out the door and on the way, so let's go."
He started to walk back down the hallway, obviously in no mood to wait for me. I grabbed my black Mary Janes from the closet and began to awkwardly put them on as I walked.
I almost tripped down the stairs while trying to buckle the strap of my shoes, earning a smug laugh from Billy.
"I know you love yoga and all but you've really let that distract you," he said watching me struggle down the stairs, "You should have done this after I said let's go instead of asking questions don't you think?"
"Shut your fucking mouth Billy," I said earning me a tight squeeze of my aching wrist as I tried to pass him.
"What'd you say to me?", he said sternly.
"You're the one who came rushing me out the door, so yeah shut the fuck up Billy, don't give me that shit," I said trying not to wince from the amount of pressure he was putting on that same hurt wrist.
"Why don't you make me sweetheart?," he said getting in my face, "or did you already lose the balls to stand up to me after learning I can put you in your place."
I tried tugging my wrist away, ignoring what he said. I somehow managed to get it out of his grasp. In the same second I pushed him aside, finally moving past him.
It only took a second for him to wrap his whole arm around my waist so he could yank me back to him. He got even closer in my face this time, with a smile.
Who the fuck smiles after being pushed off?
"Get off of me Billy!" I said squirming in now both of his arms.
"Don't act like your tuff shit then not back it up. Your almost as pussy as Harrington you know? I thought you were different.," he said practically spitting in my face due to how close he was to me.
I stopped trying to break free and instead refused to look at him in the eyes. He expects me to fall head over heels for him just like the majority of the skanks he interacts with, but then acts like some child throwing a tantrum over getting put in time out.
I can't allow myself to love a man like this, even if his every touch sends a thrill down my entire body.
He didn't take the awkward silence this time and it just took a couple seconds for him to ram his lips onto mine, once more.
I was stunned in place for a moment before I uncontrollably let all my weight rest in his arms. It's like I have no control once I feel the sheer joy of the electricity running between us.
It builds every second the gap between us is fully closed, and my mind goes in and out. I should be pissed with the way he treats me like I'm some rag doll, but some part inside of me enjoys it.
If Billy didn't want something, I doubt he'd be this passionate towards it. Even if he only wants me to prove that he can pull anyone, even someone who swears she hates him, I can't help but drown in the feeling of somebody wanting me.
One of his began to glide down my back, to tightly grab a cheek of my ass. It was like he was trying to prove he could fit it all in one handful no matter how many times it squished out around his fingers.
I tried pulling away and it only made him even more aggressive. He was trying to prove he was in charge, but I wasn't going to let some self loving bird brain of a man take control of me that easily.
I rubbed my hand along his arm, as if I was getting more into the kiss, before taking a big pinch of the hair and pulling it upwards. He winced, letting his grip on me ease up enough for me to be able to break out.
I stumbled out of his arms, almost flopping onto the floor, but I managed to catch myself on a side table next to the front door.
He was laughing like a lunatic, which made me feel uneasy.
"Guess she's no Harrington after all," he said still laughing.
"We have somewhere to be don't we?" I said opening the front door, "Hurry up asshole."
After leaving a note for my dad and finally leaving the house, we got in his car. I had been silent the entire time so far we had been in it. Unlike last time I was in his car, where I didn't have anything to say, this time I just didn't want to say a single thing to him. I didn't even want him to get the satisfaction of my laughs when he tried to crack a joke at some 'hick' looking house or neighborhood.
I was just so angry.
To my surprise, I was angry with myself. I don't even know why I was so angry with myself, but every time I thought how good I felt when he kissed me, I wanted to jump out of the car and let myself roll down the road.
If he wasn't such a brat to put it simply, I could let myself enjoy the fact that we kissed. I repeatedly thought to myself, 'What's wrong with me?'
Here I am letting myself being coerced by a literal man baby into being his fake girlfriend. It made me so angry when I thought about how nice it felt to be held in his arms. Then it made me even angrier that I thought it felt even remotely nice.
It hit me like a baseball bat to the face, when I realized why I was so angry. I realized that at the pace Billy and I's relationship was going, I was going to end up falling. Just like he wanted.
I was so stunned that I could be this weak, that even Billy seemed to notice my change in emotion.
He looked over to me, "If you puke in here I will throw you in a lake with your legs tied to cement, you here me?"
I looked at him for the first time since we got in the car. What he said was vicious, but I saw by his facial expression and how he kept looking back and forth from the road to me, that he was curious if I actually was ok.
"If I was going to spew I would let you know, so you can stop looking at me like that," I said in an unintentionally pouty tone.
"You look like your gonna blow any second."
"I'm fine Billy!" I said in a loud outburst before almost whispering, "Can you just stop talking to me for christ's sake?"
I turned my knees away from him and that must of been the last straw cause he immediately slammed on his brakes in the middle of road and turned to me.
"You either start talking or we're going to be sitting right here until you do."
I looked in the side mirror too see if any cars were behind us, realizing we were stopped just on the decline of a hill.
Fuck.
"Fucking drive are you crazy? You're gonna get us hit."
"Guess that one will be on you sweetheart."
I looked in the mirror again, no sign of a car yet. Though due to the angle of the hill, it might be too late once a car would be in view.
"Fuck Billy, what's your damage?" I said looking at him in the eyes.
"I could ask you the same god damn thing, so either we get to the theater soaked in blood and with some broken bones, or you start talking right now.", he looked at me starting to rev his car, creating unnecessary drama to the situation.
I had to snap myself out of the thought of him taking me to see a movie and how that's actually a nice thing of him too do, in order to focus on the problem at hand.
"You are my problem Billy!" I yelled out.
After building up some momentum, he slammed the gas pedal sending us flying down the road. He yelled out, "That's more like it baby!"
"And your celebrating that?", I yelled back in confusion.
"How long you gonna take this shit before you decide to do something about it, y/n?"
"How about you just stop giving me your shit, that'd fucking solve my problem real quick."
We were both still yelling, but I felt my heart racing in my chest as we sped down the road.
"Why don't you just scream?" he said maintaining our incredibly illegal speed.
"Do what?"
He rolled down the windows causing my hair to blow everywhere.
"Scream!", he said before upping our speed once again as he yelled out a very guttural angry scream. He laughed diabolically after looking to me as if I was supposed to give it a try now.
I hesitated, I definitely still was angry and I definitely felt like screaming after all the stress Billy caused me today.
Billy turned up the radio, as to try and hide my scream in case I was embarrassed. AC/DC's song "You Shook Me All Night Long" abruptly came crashing on over the speakers, right in the middle of the chorus.
I gave a big huff as I screamed as hard as I could. It absolutely wasn't some pretty scream you see typically in horror films where they want to keep woman dainty and feminized.
This was deep, and came straight from my pit of anger. I was going to for sure feel the repercussions in my throat tomorrow morning.
Billy laughed, and I laughed with him.
He somehow turned up the radio even louder, leaving me to feel the bass of the music in my heart. He beat the steering wheel along to the music, still managing to go Mach 20 speed down the little one way road we were travelling on, with zero care in the world of how dangerous it was.
I would never admit to it, but in that moment I began my slow and inevitable fall for Billy fucking Hargrove
When we got to the theater and I was in a much better mood than before we left my house. Billy pressed down on my thigh, keeping me down in my seat, as I tried to lean up to leave.
He signaled me to stay and quickly got out, breezing his way over to my side of the car to open it for me.
"Well, maybe you can be a gentleman. I'm shocked.", I said practically climbing my way out of his low to the ground sports car.
"See what happens when you trust me and just have a good time?", he said closing the car door behind me.
He offered his arm up to me to wrap my own around as we walked, so being polite I took it, getting closer to him. "Oh so I should have trusted you for some 'yoga practice' too is what your saying?"
"As fun as that would have been," he said with a smirk, "I wouldn't have then been able to take you here."
I obviously ignored the comment and gave it no attention. Instead I looked up at the theater heading, remembering how Steve wrote 'featuring Nancy the Slut Wheeler' on it back when he was in highschool and a total douchebag. He and the rest of the chaos gang would be shocked to see me here with none other Billy Hargrove.
The thought made me sigh and made me want to try to get my mind off how disappointed my peers would be with me if they knew I was going on a date with a tool.
I looked around instead, realizing there was only a handful of cars parked nearby. "There's nobody here even here, do you think it's because of that mall they're building"
"To be honest I don't really give a fuck why people are here or not, just means we'll be alone in the theater room if it's dead inside."
"Yeah like I said at my house, don't get any funny ideas."
"I have the ideas, you're just too big of a pussy to go through with them."
I rolled my eyes and had to laugh, "Yeah, I don't think me not throwing myself down your pants like every other girl makes me a pussy, as you say."
"I'll have you begging soon so whatever you say," he whispered in my ear.
Billy definitely wasn't shy, and that was something I really enjoyed. I've felt like I've always had to initiate something from a partner in order to be even slightly satisfied. I blush, what the fuck am I thinking?
I put the thought aside and looked away from Billy to hide my blush, which was from half from my thoughts, and about half from what he said.
He laughed and roughed up my hair with his hand. I'd have to fix it later anyways before going to meet his parents, so I didn't mind.
Billy took care of everything, to make sure everything happened the way he wanted. I sat down in my seat of the theater, and to no one's surprise it was empty. He threw his arm around me, not caring what I thought about it, he just wanted to do it.
I didn't mind this time, but only for this time only. I for sure didn't want to cuddle up to him, so he could forget about me doing that.
I watched the film in bliss, just happy to be out and doing something for once after school that isn't just doing chores for the yearbook committee or siting at home on the phone with my best friend Robin.
Hell after seeing my sad excuse of a love life, I think even my dad would be proud to see me out of the house.
I looked too Billy who was focused on the film, god he really was pretty.
"See something you like sweetheart?", he said without looking at me.
I blushed, I literally just got caught gawking, that's a new low even for me.
"Nah, I just think your an idiot Billy Hargrove."
He scoffed, "If I was an idiot I wouldn't have been the King of our hick ass highschool would I?"
I thought it was weird that he still thought about highschool so frequently, its almost as if he still liked it.
That on its own made me think about the party, and how I threw my drink in his face after he tried to get me to sleep with him. Why the hell was he even there at a highschool party?
"I know you still know people at Hawkins, but don't you think it's weird that you still hang out with highschoolers and they still call you the almighty King of Hawkins.," I said in a half jokingly manor.
"They loved me there, you saying you wouldn't love all that praise?", he said with a smile.
"Yeah, but I just figured anyone after they graduate would be focused on getting a job and finally making something out of themselves. Not going to stupid high school parties and trying to bang your old classmates."
He sighed and didn't respond. "Yeah yeah whatever, want to get off my dick about it?"
"I can't believe you'd ever complain about me being on your dick."
"Yeah alright, just drop the whole subject y/n," he said in a serious closed off tone. I sat there and fumbled with my thumbs.
Dammit
I didn't meant to make it awkward. I sat there for a minute thinking about how I could ease the tension. I gave it another thought, and I suppose leaning my head on him wouldn't be as terrible of a thing I first initally thought it to be.
I rested my head on his chest, sort of awkwardly resting on the arm rest to do so, but I eventually got situated enough for it too not be in my way.
"I don't need your pity," he said but not rejecting me.
"Good thing I'm not pitying you, it's not like you've told me anything to pity you over anyways."
He huffed, "Yeah well you just worry about impressing my dad tonight alright?"
What he said seemed random, but I think he was giving me a hint of why he was so tense.
"If I can impress you, I can impress anyone I think," I said keeping the mood light.
"Yeah as if it was your personality that I was interested in at first."
I playfully punched his chest and when I rested my head down all I thought was
I'm not very religious but dear God I'm in trouble if shit continues like this.
Billy and I managed to finish the movie and drive to his house without any screaming matches or sudden dangerous stops on hills this time.
I could tell Billy was feeling nervous, which is a sight I thought I'd never see. How bad could his dad be in order to make Billy out of all people feel nervous.
I felt pretty confident at first, as I know I'm a good person, but seeing Billy get bent out of shape just from the looming fact of his dad's opinion, it made my palms get sweaty.
We got to the door and Billy stopped me before entering.
"I didn't ask any girl to come here. I asked you." he said making me feel sort of warm inside, "Don't fuck this up," he continued squashing my said warm fuzzy feeling.
We walked inside and I saw what I assumed to be Billy's dad and stepmother sitting in the living room. Billy's dad whipped his head around to the sound of the door and gave us a disapproving look.
"Well I see why now Max came home on a skateboard.", he said looking me up and down.
I was going to introduce myself but Billy beat me to the start. "Dad, Susan this is y/n," he paused to look at me, "y/n this is my dad and my stepmom Susan."
"Charmed," his dad said from his chair not even looking at me.
Susan jumped up from the couch and met me to shake my hand.
"It's so nice to see Billy bringing home someone so pretty," she took my hand and for once it was the one without the bruise, "let me lead you to the kitchen and we can get you a spot set up for dinner, that would be nice wouldn't it Neil?", she said looking back at Billy's dad from where we stood.
"Perfect," he said not caring at all of my presence.
She smiled and she dragged me away. I gave Billy one last look before we were separated and I could see him mentally preparing himself for something bad I'd assume.
"So are you and Billy dating?" she asked immediately.
I swallowed nervously, between the stress and that screaming I did in the car, I felt like I was swallowing flakes due to how dry my throat was. "Oh yes, we are," I finally said after a pause.
"I'm not very close to Billy, but I think it's a really good thing for him to finally settling down on someone his age.
"Oh yeah, for sure." I replied awkwardly.
She asked me a bunch of questions about my life, like where I lived, if I graduated with Billy, I told her no and she asked what grade I was in. It really was all standard stuff really, but I still felt it was good for the sake of getting along like Billy wanted.
Things were going ok until I heard Billy's dad yell, "Oh what? Are you scared your whore will hear it?"
I looked to Susan who immediately looked at me. She smiled and that made me feel very uncomfortable, it was as if she just somehow didn't hear what was said.
"Lets uh- go set up the spot at the table for you alright sweetie?", she said leading me out of the kitchen. I was practically shaking from nerves and it didn't help when the front door started slamming from Billy and his dad taking the argument outside.
I heard another door open, softer this time, when I heard, "Mom is everything ok?"
Max popped herself into the room, and I gave her a second double take of the day as to why the hell I was still around. I shook my hand at her, it was a very awkward wave hi.
"Oh y/n, this is my daughter Maxine. She's a little bit younger than you, but I'm sure you guys will be just fine to chat for a minute while I go check on the boys," she moved from my side ushering me and Max to sit at the table before leaving the room.
I waited for the front door to open and close again before flopping my head on the table.
"Ok," she said stunned, "what are you doing here?"
"Billy," I responded half groaning.
"Yeah no shit, please don't tell me your going to seriously date him."
"I'm not actually dating him Max," I leaned my head up from the table. The stress of everything from today finally started to hit me and suddenly I felt as if all my lifeforce was drained from me.
"It sure as shit look like it."
"Yeah but I'm not," I sighed rubbing my face with my hands, "I threw a drink in his face after he tried to get in my pants and now he's interested in me."
Max snorted, "No please don't tell me he's only going after you due to blue balls."
"It's not funny, he literally came busting into the highschool this morning and forced me into this."
"Wait what? Forced you?" she looked at me confusion, obviously assuming the worst.
"No, not like that- I just mean- All he did was- Look nothing bad happened, the worst he's done is kiss me when I didn't ask for it," I said obviously lying, but I don't think Max should hear about how he pinned me against my bed or grabbed my ass at the bottom of my stairwell.
She sighed and I could tell she was trying to hold in a laugh again, "Well good luck fending him off he's a dickhead. Literally. That's the only part of his body that thinks."
"Neil called me a whore? Should I be worried about what's going on outside? Am I gonna get roped into this somehow?", I asked.
She squirmed in her seat for a second, "I mean, Neil and Billy are pretty similar actually. They both get really aggressive and stuff and I mean, he kind of deserves it sometimes, but I've definitely heard Billy get his shit rocked by him before."
"For real? Isn't that like abuse or something?", I asked in shock.
She shrugged, "My mom believes he's a good guy, so whatever he does I'd imagine Billy kinda' deserves it."
"Still. Just seems hardcore."
"Yeah well the apple didn't fall far from the tree, I think they're both controlling assholes."
I went to respond but I heard the door fly open and I immediately got nervous. In single file, Billy, Neil, and Susan all came into the dinning room where Max and I were sitting.
Neil came to me and shook my hand, choosing the undesired one to hold.
"I apologize for any inappropriate behavior you heard tonight," he looked to Billy and back to me, "I'm assuming you know Billy's history and I was afraid he brought home someone sleezy into my house without any warning."
"But hearing you are Billy's girlfriend, and we all just want to have a nice dinner with you, so we can have a good rest of the evening.", she butted in. She smiled but I could tell it was fake. She was obviously bothered by something that had to have occurred outside.
I looked to Billy who bore a stone cold face. It was very obvious something had happened and he just wanted this night to be over with.
I looked around at the entire family, all of them miserable. This should have been clear proof that falling for Billy was a bad idea. I would never try and fix someone, it's not my job to, but I can tell that Billy himself wouldn't be happy in a relationship unless things were to change.
In this short amount of time of being around him, I realized why he bounced around to different girls, never staying with one for too long.
I knew this fact, and I still couldn't help the feeling inside me that burned with fury. I wanted to comfort him.
I looked at him, and realized I couldn't ever fall for him and I was going to have to stop myself from falling even further.
Billy Hargrove is a fucking train wreck waiting to happen and somehow I'm on board. I have to find my way off, so I don't crash with it.
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[ Valentine's Day! ]
Blasts ♪ Emo boy ♪ from his phone (particularly the repetitive 'come on fuck me, emo boy' chorus) while standing right behind Shuichi and making full force eye contact with a very casual smile. Eventually turning off the volume and acting like it was by mistake, even though he didn't look embarrassed in the slightest. "Oopsie! My bad! Nishishi~ Anywaaaayyyyyssssss-"
"?????????????????" For a moment, Shuichi is just frozen on the spot: partially from confusion, but mostly because he is so flustered that he doesn't even know how to react. He can already imagine the kind of face Kokichi is making before he even turns around to look at him.
"M.... 'My bad', my foot!! Wh-What in the hell are those lyrics?! I know you chose to loop that part on purpose, K-Kokichi!!!!"
How he can do these kinds of things without getting embarrassed, himself, Shuichi will never know. Or how he can always manage to make the detective so red like this.... Ohh how it makes him want to get right back at him at times and fluster him right back, too. "Y-Yes, anyways!! Happy Valentine's Day, Kokichi. And if you're going to, ah, request such a thing of me: at least take me out to dinner, first. H-Hah..." He playfully 'flirts' back, even if he's screaming internally at the fact he really just said that.
#DKFJFNNFDKJJFD KOKICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THEM LYRICS!!!!!#you heard the boy Shuichi.. 👀#*SHOT* KIDDING KIDDING FDKJVJDFJFDJFDJ!!!!!#they're so stupid I love these boyfoes#and u better watch out: imma be in yo inbox with a lil something something from Shuichi too (:<#Shuichi answers;;#oopsiliedagain#but yes thaNK YOU THIS IS GREA T HEHEHE. And Happy Valentine's Daaaay~! 💖#V-Day Asks!;; ♥
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Three Fish, Two Birds, Whetstone
(An installment in the Travel Log series)
Morning fog drifted drearily along the banks of a babbling brook. Just beside the river, an old moomin set her clothes aside her tent. She'd been fishing for months on end. Her trip to Venice had been waylaid by her past, ever taunting her. Venice was only a day or so away, and yet many more she'd sat waiting along the river. Puukko stepped into the river, wandering along its bed til she met with a spot wide and wealthy with fish. The cold water reminded her of her home above Moominvalley, in the snowy Lonely Mountains. She had left in autumn, but by now winter had arrived and nearly left.
“I really ought t’ head into town. If fer naught but a new fishin’ hook.” She stared into the river, her claws extended as she hunched over. “But iffin’ I'm already in town, it's much too simple t’ get t’ Venice from there.” She mumbled to herself. “Now look at me. Crouched in a river miles from home fightin’ me own thoughts. Puukko, you are a damned fool.”
She stood there for some time, waiting for her prey to pass under her paws. She struck suddenly, and with force, latching onto a fish with her claws. “Yer all mine, now!” She killed it quickly as to not cause it undue suffering, holding it in her other paw. “That's breakfast sorted. Now fer lunch ‘n dinner…” The waiting was unavoidable, with or without fishing she'd still just be waiting. Waiting for her own mind to change. “You've run afoul the great and fearsome Captain Whetstone… now… Surrender!” She acted playfully, snatching another fish from the water. She rested it gently between her teeth, having no bucket for her quarry. The final fish by the name of dinner followed shortly after. It was no match for the determination of a woman who'd been doing nothing lately but fighting her own determination, and fish. Puukko began her triumphant trot back to her campsite, shaking the morning dew and river water from her fur.
A noise drew her attention from under the suffocating fog. A familiar sound, but one she'd not heard in an age. The heavy click of a flintlock hammer followed by the fizzing of the frizzen. Her eyes widened and her heart began to pound as a bullet whizzed past her and into the trunk of a thick tree. She stumbled a moment, catching herself with her paws before tucking herself behind said tree. Her mind was racing and her lungs were burning from the cold winter air. The silence following the shot stretched on and on.
“Bountymen? After all this time, nary a peep an’ now as if from thin air, bounty hunters?” She thought to herself. “Wait a moment, a flintlock? Guns have cartridges now.” Images of her time ill-spent in the wild west flashed before her. She steadied her breath as best she could, attempting to listen for any information at all above the sound of her heart thumping. A young man swore under his breath as he fumbled his powder horn, before casting the rifle aside and readying a second one from his back. Searching her surroundings, the only plan of action she could drum up was to rush him.
She dove from her hiding place to the nearest tree adjacent. The rifleman squinted, readied his gun and fired at her once again, the bullet rippling the fog as it tore through the air and embedded itself firmly into the other tree. In her brief glimpse, she saw no other guns on the man. She charged him, sprinting through the trees and diving once again with her arms outstretched, tackling him to the ground.
“Mon Dieu! A moomin?” The rifleman wheezed, pinned to the soft earth with a massive paw wrapped around his throat.
“Oui..?” Puukko's raised fist softened just slightly in confusion. “And yer… not a bounty hunter, I take it?” She took in his characteristics. A young man with a pale complexion and curly locks. He wore a thick coat And a well decorated hat, but all that he wore was clean and seemingly new.
“No, but surely you've heard of me. For I am Baptiste Boucher, hunter extraordinaire! The greatest rifleman in all of Italy!”
“And you're French?”
“No, I just have a French accent and speak French for fun. Of course I'm French.”
“Well, what in Booble's name are ye doin’ shootin’ at me fer!? I'm no beast!” Puukko stood, picking him up off the ground with her, releasing him with a shove.
“One could make that argument, madame. You are… rather strong for your age?”
“Oh, so I'm old and I'm beastly, so ye try t’ shoot me?” She prodded his chest with her pointer finger.
“Perhaps you have a camp where we might discuss this matter away from the site of a supposed attempted murder..?” His eyes darted from side to side, scanning the fog.
The pair made the short walk upstream to Puukko's campsite, with Puukko herself following just behind the rifleman, watching him cautiously. Her tent and belongings sat idle upon the grass, a modest comfort set in amongst a few small trees. Her things were laid out around a stump, atop which lay her capelet and an enamel cooking pot. A few large stones encircled a bundle of wood, with layers of ash beneath it as though it had been used several times. She set Mr. Boucher’s rifles aside, just beyond his reach.
“Sit.” She pointed at the ground on the opposite side of the campfire as she searched her bag for matches. The pleasure of speaking with someone who spoke the same language she did was undercut by the violent and strange circumstances. “Now tell me who ya are ‘n why yer here again?”
“I am Baptiste Boucher, hunter extraordinaire. I hunt great beasts.”
“Still missin’ the why, sonny.” The distrust in her voice was apparent, and as she piled tinder under the logs, she never took her eyes off him.
“I. Hunt. Great. Beasts.” He repeated, as if reading his own business card.
Puukko lit a match, setting it under the tinder. She stood up and towered over Boucher, balling her fists. “Need I remind you who shot at who here?” Mr. Boucher did not flinch.
“The people of Mestre put out a reward for the killing of a large brown bear that had been behaving strangely, and wandering very near town. Very large, disheveled fur, big nasty scar!” He dragged his finger across his eye dramatically. “The people assumed it was rabid. And we do not get many bears here, so they were frightened.”
“A bear?!” She palmed her face. “I'm no bear, I'm a moomin!”
“To be fair, you were standing in the river on all fours with a fish in your mouth, mon ami. Not the first time, either.” Baptiste reached over to the stump where Puukko's belongings were, taking her pipe and the sachet of tobacco next to it. He packed it, tamped it down and handed it to her. She silently accepted, sitting down beside him a comfortable distance away. She lit another match and puffed on her pipe gently, tossing the match into the campfire.
“I think I've about lost it.” She said, dejectedly with a heavy sigh. Puukko passed her pipe to Baptiste. She seemed utterly defeated, staring into the flames.
“Well, you asked me. I ask you the same. Who are you? Why yer here?” He made as grouchy a face he could muster as he mimicked her.
“Not s’ sure these days. I been a lot, ‘n done a lot, too. These days I'm mostly jus’ tired. Folks call me Puukko.” She felt a pang in her chest thinking about how different her name sounded in her mouth, and how much softer it sounded when it came from her friends back home. “I make knives.”
“And the why you are here? Sonny?”
“Don't go makin’ me laugh, now.” She smiled. “I'm lookin’ fer somethin’. Or someone. I dunno… I just know when I get to Venice, I'll have m’ answer.” She took the pipe back, breathing in and letting the smoke settle in her mouth. “It tastes of home…” She thought to herself. The word home lingered long in her mind, creating an unshakable foundation for further thoughts to settle in and cozy up.
“I think you are hiding something.”
“An’ you ain't?”
“I am!” He smiled earnestly.
“Yer pretty bold, ain't you. Or maybe a little dumb. Perhaps both. Cozied up right quick with yer quarry an’ helped yerself t’ me things just to sit an’ jaw a while. And what's with the flintlock rifles? Ye fumbled yer powder horn, y'know they make ‘em so you don't need yer own powder now, right?”
“You've caught on, I see.” He took a long drag off her pipe. “Very well, it's only fair. I did try to kill you after all. My name is not Baptiste Boucher... I'm not even a hunter, I'm an actor. I'm as bold as they come, fearless in fact, but the one fear I cannot shake is the stage.” He was impossible to read. One moment, he's performing zealously, or at least enjoying himself, and the next he's plain and dry, if not without humor.
“Yer an actor? That hunts bears..?” She asked, shooting him a look of suspicion.
“Tch. Bears, lions, monsters, master criminals? I don't care. We are all as equals beyond the barrel of a gun. I've never feared the dark, nor a shark, nor the spark of romance. It would make for a useful skill if I cared for anything but to act!” He clutched his shirt, throwing his head back with his other hand against his forehead. “I'd rob a bank if it could get me a starring role.”
“Yer serious? Yer not scared o’ bears but yer afraid of… what? Not getting applause? I been in a play before. It ain't that hard.”
“What was this play of yours? What was your role?”
“Well, I guess not in a play. But I've been on stage! Er wait, no, I have been in plays…Just not me actin’ in ‘em.”
“And this play was?”
“And your rifles are..?” She avoided the question.
“I'm embodying the role of one Baptiste Bouchard, and as luck would have it, I can act! No one suspects a thing! Aside from the bear I was meant to hunt, that is. Turns out, she's quite wily. The character is from a long time ago, you see. Method acting is about the details! Now, we've figured out who I am, and what I'm doing here. What is a knife maker doing dining on river fish on her way to Venice?”
“I'm… a tourist?”
“For being in plays, you are certainly a poor actor.” He rolled his eyes.
“I'm… in love. I'm in love with a woman I met many many years back, an’ I'm in love with the life I left behind t’ find her.” She hesitated a moment. “I keep tellin’ myself that's not what I'm out here fer, and that I'm here for this or that, but I need t’ see her. Just one last time. I can't go back home til I do, but I can't press forward. On account of I'm scared. Fer what feels like the first time in all me years.”
“I do not think you will find her here, Captain.”
“What?” Her heart sank.
“I said you will not find Marion here.”
Puukko sprung up, lunging for her knife. Before she could reach it, the man drew a derringer from his vest, pointing it idly off his knee at her.
“Leave it. You won't need it.” He said, following it with a heavy sigh. “My father spent his life hunting the bounty on you, and taught me the trade. Thing is, there aren't exactly bounties to hunt these days, Whetstone.”
She sat back down, eyes wide. She'd been caught off guard. She'd not met anyone who knew her past in what felt like a lifetime. “So what happens now?” She asked.
“This.”
He pulled the trigger, a small pop followed after, and a flag with the word “BANG!” written on it unfurled from within the barrel. Puukko flinched, her life flashing before her eyes before succumbing to complete confusion.
“I'm just an actor.” He set the toy gun on the ground with a half-hearted laugh. “Or, aspiring to be anyway. My father probably thought bounty hunting would never end. That's what he knew, so that's what he taught me. When you made your disappearance, he was crestfallen. The bounty was gone, and so were you. Marion was free to go, as well. You were his white whale as he tells it…” He took a moment, seeing Puukko’s dumbfounded expression.
“When I was a child, this was all just history. I never knew of pirates nor bounties outside of what my fanatic father told me. But I'm familiar with the story from the plays. The Cane King, The Rose Captain, all the different versions, actually.” He paused for a moment. He put his head in his hands, bouncing his knee. “I heard there was a big nasty beast with a scar, and seeing as I'm due to audition for Bouchard soon, I took the opportunity. I've never seen Marion, but the way my father spoke, I'm certain she's long been gone. Likely somewhere far, far away.”
The confusion that had welled within Puukko only grew, alongside it now a stinging pain from the actor's closing lines. Her ears began to ring, and a dull ache formed in her throat. She was overwhelmed with grief. The vain hope that she'd held onto for so long seemed all the more farther away, despite journeying so far from home in the first place.
“I'm sorry. About your fish, too.” He placed a wax paper wrapped sandwich on the stump by her things. “She was there, though. In Venice. Had a ship, too.”
“The Honeyed Word?” Puukko muttered.
“Don't know. But there's a blacksmith in Venice with a help wanted sign, perhaps you could start looking there.”
The campfire abated the fog somewhat, and the crackling became the only present sound during a bout of silence between the two. The song of nature began to return after the gunshots had set the world silent for a time, and the morning sun pressed firmly behind the clouds.
“What's your real name?” Puukko asked.
“Aymeric. Just Aymeric. Or, if I'm speaking to an Englishman, I'm-a-Rick!” He said, chuckling lightly. He managed to lighten the mood a little, but Puukko was still too tense to share in a laugh.
“If yer a trained gunman, how come ye missed?” Her voice betrayed a hint of longing. It wasn't as if she'd wanted to be shot, but she was beginning to feel that she had been in a way.
“Missed?” He cocked his head to the side.
“Two shots, two tree trunks.”
“No,” he wagged a finger. “Two birds, one stone.”
“Booble's beard.. speak sense, lad!”
“You've got a reason to push on into Venice. I've fooled one of the greatest pirates who ever lived. Even got to practice performing for an audience for once!”
“What audience?!” Her impatience was evident.
Two creeps shuffled out from a patch of tall grass, clapping with quiet fervor and nearly inaudibly cheering.
“Thank you, you're too kind!” Aymeric stood and bowed in place. The creeps did not cease applauding.
“Did ye… pay those two or…?” Puukko asked. She was beside herself with confusion, beginning to feel that this was all a fish-induced hallucination. Just then, her head began to spin. “Just… leave me in peace. I need t’ be alone fer a spell.” She sighed heavily, resting her weary head in her paws as Aymeric continued to bow for two cheering creeps.
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