#AND I'LL BE ANSWERING THE CHARACTER ASKS TOMORROW (well today but whatev)
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task: answer the following question. do you believe in curses? respond as completely with relevant information as possible.
Grian: Well, that's a lie. This isn't a task. I know it's not a task, I set the things up! Not sure why we're getting a question as pointless as this one, but sure, mysterious scroll, I'll answer. There's no such thing as curses, unless you're Timmy, in which case it's funny, yeah? Besides, I didn't actually kill Etho. Even if that did count, self-fulfilling prophecies aren't the same thing as curses, and I know which one I fall under.
Joel: Do I believe in bloody curses what kind of question is that? Do I really get hearts just for answering this? This feels like a prank or something... well, whatever. There are no such thing as curses, except the Boogeyman curse, which I sort of had today, but it wasn't actually the same at all. A lot of the bloodlust, sure, but a lot more... Etho had to be the one to do it, huh? And it's not the same. Not comforting. That's a stupid thing to say actually. Take it out of wherever you're putting this. Cut it out of the recording. Comforting. Please. As if it were ever... Yeah, I'm done actually. Don't have a good answer. Go away.
Scott: What, other than Jimmy? Bless that man, he may not have died first, but he sure tried his best. Sure, I'll believe Jimmy is cursed. I mean, mostly he's just kind of stupid. Lovingly so. I mean, despite him being stupid, I put up with him, right? That seems like a complete answer to this question. Jimmy's an omen but we put up with him anyway. That's all.
Mumbo: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.
Pearl: Oh, I mean, I'm probably cursed. That's what everyone liked to say at one point. I think... I mean, I think this time I have good friends, which is nice. They don't think I'm cursed. And it's not like I--I mean, it's surprisingly fun, acting cursed! And I am just acting. Acting scary, blowing up dance floors, all of that. And I don't really have to this time, so... Maybe I'm not cursed? And since it's acting, it's not real? This is a weird question.
Etho: Oh, man, that's a question. Um, do I have to answer? Because I feel like if I say no, that's really just asking for it, but if I say yes, I have to explain myself. Uh, I think I'm abstaining, unless the zombie thing from earlier counts. That was scary and I hated it. Curses are scary and I hate them in general, but apparently I'm good at them, if you ask everyone else. Um, it's not the only thing I find scary that apparently I'm good at.
Scar: Why, of course I believe in curses! Look at poor, poor... Timbert? Timmy? Jim? Gosh, sorry, I'm very tired right now. That's more proof of curses, by the way! That I'm tired. I've been tired straight since the desert, let me tell you what. And that, my friends, is a curse like no other. What a terrible beast, loneliness is. Wish me luck breaking it, because it's not happening this season!
Cleo: Oh, you mean the thing people like to blame instead of their own actions? Nah. My soulbond was kind of a curse, I guess, but even that's at least half just... bad people. Bad relationships. Good ones, too. We're all just doing what you can, you know? No script, no curses, no characters, just... Oh, I hope everything turns out tomorrow. Sorry, that's unrelated. It's just nicer to hope than to preemptively blame things on curses that don't exist.
Impulse: Well, I mean, I didn't until you just asked me that, but now I feel like I should. Wouldn't that be nice? Being cursed instead of just sort of unlovable? Sorry, no, that's mean to Gem. I shouldn't say that about Gem, she's been good this season. Super, super cursed, mind you, in the like, game mechanic sense? But she's been good, no backstabbing or inability to get love involved. Um, and I guess that's not fair to Bdubs, kind of, except it also totally is and I haven't forgiven him. So I guess if they ask I said I believed in curses, and that's why my life keeps circling clocks? Don't put any of that other stuff down, I'm trying to work on that.
Lizzie: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.
Gem: I was just cursed for a task, but that probably isn't what you're asking about, right? I'm new, so I don't know! A task is a concrete thing to believe in, like bloodshed or victory or fun and games. You don't have to believe in those to know they're real, either! They just are, whether you like it or not. I understand that much!
Tango: Gah, don't talk to me about... Deep breaths. Look, I don't care if it's a curse, or if it's just me being really bad, or what, I'm not going out pointlessly this time. Jimmy managed not to die first, I can manage to not go out to a stray arrow or my own bomb or a misstep this time, right? Is that so much to ask?
Skizz: Huh? Curses? I mean, I don't think so, and to be totally honest I think it's kind of mean the way people sometimes rag on people about them. Everyone's got so many good things about them! Why do people like to focus on the unfortunate luck, huh?
Bdubs: Hah! Curses! Let me tell you about curses. When I see curses, I eat them for breakfast. I don't got curses, I've got better things to do! I've got my buddies with the Mounders, and I've got-well, I'd say keeping Etho safe, but he's being weird at me again this season. Not that it matters. It never matters. Etho and I, we're... The point is, that doesn't matter anyway, because I have the Mounders, and they're the ones who matter here. And because I'm a strong, independent Bdubs, who doesn't need anyone but my bow and my perfect, flawless fighting prowess! Sorry, what was the question? I've been thinking so much lately that it's just sort of made everything else pop out of my head, so it's hard to keep track. I'm sure I answered it flawlessly, though.
Martyn: Of course there are curses. That's half the fun for you lot, isn't it? Putting your little curses on us and watching us rail against them. Bet you think it's real cute to ask us what we think of the things, too. "Oh, what do you think of curses," like we have any control over them. Please. If I had any control over curses, Jimmy--or, well, no, I guess that one was technically broken, wasn't it? Sure doesn't feel like it. Point is, curses are bad, and they're definitely real, and I hate you for them, got it?
BigB: Look, man, if you're trying to get me to write my character out for you, just say so! I won't tell anyone. We can come up with a hole thing about holes and red tasks and the Backrooms together! It'll be fun! After all, you probably don't know what kind of curse to say I have, right? Haha, just kidding. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Luckily, neither does anyone else, so I think that evens out between the lot of us.
Jimmy: NO RESPONSE GIVEN.
#secret life smp#a bee fic#not tagging everyone in this because it's. everyone#anyway i have wanted to write this for like TWO WEEKS so i figured that now's as good a time as any#anyway this is probably as thinly disguised as my character meta gets#we talk a LOT in this fandom about curses#we talk about whether we like them as fanon we talk about whether we dislike them we talk about who has them we talk about why#we talk about if they're here or broken or anything else#so i'd like to think the characters have an opinion on curses too after how much talking about them we've been doing#...at least the characters around to tell us their opinions do.#(anyway for all I claim this is thinly disguised character meta it IS actually of note that this isn’t actually about if they believe)#(but instead about how they’d respond if they were asked)#(hence why half of them don’t even answer the right question)#(this is why I’m not good at character meta btw)
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Helluva Boss X Birthday Reader. 🎂
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☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story a very special birthday story because tomorrow is my birthday! I'll be 21 years old which I'll be celebrating with my friends. But this post is also for my birthday people out there who's birthday is either today, coming up, or already passed. If you enjoyed this story then please comment, like, or reblog. Also icons were made by me please don't re upload or edit over but feel free to use.
☕Word Count: 3429.
☕Fandom: Helluva Boss
☕Characters: Striker, Jesse, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, & Verosika.
☕Question Of The Day: When Is Your Birthday?
☕Author's Answer: June 8th
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Striker: Hooray! It was your birthday and you were excited you look over to see your partner Striker wasn’t in bed. But when the door opens you see Striker walking in singing you happy birthday while carrying a tray of homemade breakfast. He sat down and kissed you on the lips. “ Happy birthday, darlin’! “ Striker placed a kiss on your lips and set the tray on your lap. You loved how the breakfast looked and smelled. Striker was a good cook you wouldn’t lie so you were glad that your boyfriend made you breakfast in bed. “ So what does my pumpkin, wanna do on their big day? “ Striker asked while he watched you eating the food. You swallowed the pancakes and picked up the napkin and wipe your mouth. “ I was thinking we could go out to lunch and maybe just go on a nice walk. Just do something relaxing since I know we have been both working hard. “ You said. Striker smiled and kissed your head. “ Okay sweetheart, we’ll do just that just tell me where ya wanna eat and we’ll go there. “ Striker pecks you on the lips and stood up to go shower. After finishing breakfast, you decided to join Striker in that shower and helped each other get dressed. Striker whips out his phone and took a picture with you. “ I’ll take plenty more today. “ Striker gave you another kiss as the two of you left. Striker took you out to your favorite place to eat. Striker had his tail wrapped around your waist and you did the same with your tail while the two of you held hands. Striker smiled at you while the both of you took your seat. Since it was your birthday the waitress brought you a small cupcake and you thanked her. You and Striker ordered your food and ate. Striker took plenty of pictures since he wanted you and him to remember this day. After lunch, the two of you held hands and walked together in the park. “ Every year you get more beautiful. “ Striker said while he kissed your cheek. “ So do you want a birthday cake or anything else? Because I plan on making you a birthday dinner. “ Striker said while picking up a cool-looking rock and putting it in his pocket. You looked at your boyfriend with a sweet smile that could melt his heart and you nodded. “ A cake would be nice, can we bake it together? “ You asked. Striker smiled and chuckled. “ Of course darlin’ let’s go to the store and get what we need. “ He said.
You and Striker walked to the store. You decided to ride in the shopping cart which Striker didn’t mind he found it adorable so he pushed you around in the shopping cart as you placed what you both would need for tonight in the shopping cart. “ I’m glad I got paid well for my last target. “ Striker said in a low whisper towards you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and got out of the cart as you watched Striker pay for the items. The two of you loaded everything into your car and then drove home. Striker brought the bags inside and wanted you to relax since it was your birthday. You spent the rest of the evening in cozy pajamas and watching whatever you wanted on TV. You weren’t allowed in the kitchen since Striker was cooking but if you needed something you would just shout for your hybrid Imp boyfriend. Striker had snuck past you and into the bedroom, he grabbed something from underneath the bed and snuck back into the kitchen where he then set the table. Striker called you into the kitchen and you stood up. Stepping into the kitchen you saw that Striker had made your favorite meal. “ Striker this is amazing. “ You said and walked over to place a kiss on his cheek. Striker chuckled and pulled you close enjoying the kisses you placed on his cheek. “ Anything for my darlin’ so ready to dig in? “ Striker said with a smirk. You nodded and quickly sat down eating which made Striker laugh, he was glad that you were enjoying the food. After dinner, Striker grabbed something from underneath the table that made you cock your head. “ Here you go darlin’. “ Striker smiled.You grabbed the large wrapped gift and opened it. You saw that Striker had gotten you something that you took a special interest in. “ Striker thank you. “ You softly said. Striker stood up and walked over, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “ Happy birthday (Y/N). “
Jesse: Your boyfriend Jesse was excited that it was your birthday. Because he had made some plans to make your day the special first thing he did was make you breakfast. He also got you a lovely birthday outfit. He gave you a gift which was a necklace with your zodiac sign on it. “ Happy birthday babe. “ He helped you put on the necklace and the two of you shared a kiss. Jesse had gotten dressed up slipping on his leather jacket he was glad that he had gotten back from you since you tend to take his hoodies or jackets to wear because you loved his smell and loved how warm it made you. So he thought about getting you a leather jacket soon, maybe that would make a great Christmas gift. Jesse grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside. Jesse handed you a helmet as the two of you got on his motorcycle. And riding through the Lust ring. Jesse had taken you out to a garden cafe in the Pride ring. “ I’ll wear the flower crown. “ Jesse said with a small chuckle as you handed him the flower crown. Jesse made sure to get you anything you wanted on the menu; he wanted your special day to be special. Jesse then took you shopping at a small store where he bought you a couple of outfits especially a nice one because he planned on taking you out to Ozzie’s tonight. You had always wanted to go but the policy was always couples only but now that you and Jesse were now dating so now you could go there with him. The two of you dropped the bags off back home. Exhausted from a good meal and walking around the two of you took a nap while you lay on top of Jesse’s chest. He rubs your back while you were sleeping and he soon fell asleep but set an alarm so that you two wouldn’t miss your birthday dinner. After waking up from a peaceful nap with your boyfriend. Both of you got ready and wore similar matching outfits, Jesse decided to drive the car instead of using the motorcycle. You held onto Jesse’s arm as the two of you walked into Ozzie’s your eyes lit up seeing how beautiful the place was. “ Heh, I come here a lot to work and yet this place is still beautiful but not as beautiful as you. “ Jesse kissed your cheek and the two of you walked to your table and sat down.
You picked up the menu as Jesse orders you both a drink. “ I was thinking after this we could go on a walk. “ Jesse said and looked at you. “ I would like that Jess. “ You smiled and both of you would drink and watch the performers on the stage. The two of you enjoyed a meal while Jesse would take time to compliment you and tell you how much he adored you. After drinking and eating the two of you took a stroll in the park. You held onto Jesse’s arm and walked into the park with him. Jesse would stop to pick up any pretty flower he had seen to hand it to you. “ I hope your birthday was good (Y/N). “ Jesse rubs the back of his neck. You gave his hand a little squeeze and smiled. “ Of course I enjoyed it not because of the gifts and dinner. But because I was with the guy that I love. “ You said. This made Jesse’s heart flutter and he stopped walking. He pulled you close and kissed you underneath the stars. You kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. The two of you share a passionate and loving kiss. You and Jesse went back home, took a nice shower together, and then lay in bed together. The two of you snuggling in bed and watching a movie. “ Happy birthday (Y/N) “ Jesse said as he saw you were asleep and kissed your head.
Asmodeus: You woke up to slam of the bedroom door. You jumped as loud music played and the people who worked for your husband Asmodeus had come into the bedroom with different sizes of gifts. Asmodeus stepped into the room and walked towards you. “ Happy birthday my little sweet rose. “ Asmodeus kissed you then snapped his fingers as the music stopped playing. “ Today is all about you and I made sure to spoil you a lot. “ Asmodeus nuzzled you and you smiled. Your boyfriend Asmodeus could be quite extra but you loved him. You were excited to see what he had planned. “ Now go ahead and open your gifts. You don’t have to open them all since there is a lot because I saw so many things that reminded me of you, that you needed, or that you would like. “ He said laughing. You smiled and started to open presents as Asmodeus watched you gasp in excitement at the gifts he had gotten you, especially a rose quartz ring. “ That outfit right there is for your party tonight. I made sure to hire the best caters and told them to prepare their favorite foods and desserts. “ Asmodeus smiled but then frowned. “ I hope they make it taste good and make it look good or else… “ He said in a dark tone. You stood up and walked over kissing Asmodeus on the cheek. “ And don’t worry I made sure to invite all our friends. “ He held you close on his lap. “ Now let’s go eat breakfast. “ Asmodeus gave you a peck on the lips and you two walked out of the bedroom to go get some breakfast. You enjoyed the breakfast that was made while Asmodeus talked about how the party will be. After breakfast, you and Asmodeus took a stroll through his rose garden. “ Beautiful just like these roses. “ Asmodeus smiled and looked at you. The man had sacrificed a lot when he asked you out when he had asked you to marry him. But he told people and even apologized that love and lust can exist in one. The party was being set up so you and Asmodeus took a bath together, then helped each other get ready. “ We both are the hottest people in Hell. And we’ll be the hottest people at your party. “ Asmodeus gave you a loving squeeze and the two of you walked downstairs for the party.
You had fun chatting and drinking with your friends. You looked at the food with amazement as your mouth waters. Asmodeus watched you with a smile. He was glad that you were happy with the party. After opening gifts and listening to your friends sing happy birthday to you. You stepped outside while everyone else parties. Looking up at the stars, you smiled. You like parties but you would describe yourself as a battery you could only handle so much until you had to recharge. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Asmodeus. “ Everyone is going home now. I know that you have always been a battery my little battery hehe. But I made sure the party would end early so we could relax. “ He said with a smile. You turn around and hug Asmodeus. The two of you put away the gifts you got and then took another relaxing bath together. You changed into your pajamas and you could hear the blow dryer. You sat on the bed and Asmodeus came out brushing his fur and looked at you. “ I hope today was special my little rose. “ He leaned down and kissed you. “ Happy birthday (Y/N), I love you. “ Asmodeus and you spent the rest of the night cuddling in the bed and relaxing.
Fizzarolli: You were sleeping peacefully in bed until you felt some weight on you and heard someone purring? You open your eyes to see your husband Fizzarolli looking at you. “ What are you dreaming about hotcakes? “ You rolled your eyes playfully and hit him with the pillow and he rolled off the bed then jumped up. “ Happy birthday! “ Fizzarolli yelled and kissed you all over your face as you laughed. “ You may be getting older but you are still as beautiful as the day I met you. “ Fizzarolli sat down on the bed. “ I tried to cook but I brunt our favorite pan. “ He said in a low whisper. “ But let me treat you to breakfast! “ He held onto you and you looked at him. “ Fine but next time you want to cook maybe watch a video or pick up a cookbook. “ You said and kissed his head. “ Then I guess buying a cake would be smarter? “ He said looking at you. You nodded your head and smiled. You knew Fizz couldn’t cook so you both usually went out to eat or you would cook. And Fizzarolli loved your cooking, but since it was your special day he wasn’t going to let you cook. “ Let me go get your gift. “ Fizzarolli stood up and opened the closet and stepped inside. You sat there on the bed stretching as you were in your underwear and wearing one of Fizzarolli’s t-shirts. “ Here this for you. “ Fizzarolli set a neatly wrapped green gift on your lap. You open it and smiled seeing that Fizzarolli made a scrapbook. You open the book to see the pictures of all the memories that you shared with him. You smiled and kissed Fizarolli, he kissed you back and grinned. “ Now get up and let’s get dressed so we can celebrate your birthday. “ Fizzarolli pulled you out of the bed and you went to go take your shower and slipped into a nice outfit. Fizzarolli got ready himself while you threw out the burnt pan. “ How did he put a hole in it? “ You said in shock and toss the pan into the trash. Fizzarolli walked out all dressed up. The two of you held hands and left the house. “ We should go to the diner where we first met. “ Fizzarolli suggested. “ If you want to though because it’s your day babe. “ Fizzarolli said smiling. You smiled and took Fizzarolli’s hand, walking towards the diner. The two of you entered the diner and waved at the old lady cat demon who served you and Fizzarlli on your first date here. It’s also where you used to work and how you met Fizz.
You sat down with Fizz as the old lady cat demon walked up. “ Happy birthday kid want the birthday special? “ She asked smiling. You smiled back and nodded your head as Fizzarolli just wanted some blueberry cakes and chocolate shake. “ Got it. “ The old lady walked as Fizzarolli smiled and rested his hand on top of yours. “ You look so beautiful today. How did I get so lucky to have the most beautiful and heartfelt demon in Hell. “ Fizzarolli kissed your hand and smiled. The two of you enjoyed the breakfast and took pictures. After leaving the diner. Fizzarolli took you shopping and to different spots in the Pride ring. “ Ooh matching necklaces. “ Fizzarolli stared at the necklaces that you had picked up. “ Yeah, it’s cute. “ You smiled and Fizzarolli grinned. He bought you the necklace. You helped each other put on the necklace as you both didn’t hear a familiar voice yell prude. Fizzarolli held your hand and the two of you continued to walk while enjoying the day. “ This is pretty good. “ You and Fizzarolli sat at the park underneath a tree and were eating pizza while watching the sunset. “ Yeah because you would have burnt the pizza. “ You said with a small laugh. Fizzarolli rolled his eyes. “ I’ll get better at cooking one day. Let’s go buy your cake and head home. “ He said smiling. But you had a different idea. You dragged Fizzarolli to the store and the two of you bought some stuff to bake a cake. Fizzarolli thought it was sweet that you wanted to bake your birthday cake with him more importantly you wanted to teach him how to bake. So when back at home the two of you baked the cake and Fizzarlli paid close attention. Once the cake was done, cooled down, and frosted. Fizzarolli added on the candles and sang happy birthday to you. You smiled and blew out the candles and Fizzarolli looked at you with a sweet smile. “ Happy Birthday (Y/N). “ He said smiling and getting ready to cut the cake with you.
Verosika: You woke to the smell of something sweet and something s bit heavy being rested on your lap. You open your eyes and sat up. “ Happy birthday cutie. “ You heard a sweet alluring voice. You smiled and looked at your girlfriend Verosika who was holding a plate of strawberry shortcake pancakes. You looked over to see the large pink gift on your lap. “ Thank you, baby. “ You said. . And you kissed Verosika, you reached over and opened the gift to see that she had gotten you a jewelry set and some outfits. “ You’re going to have a special day cutie so eat up, clean up, and get dressed. “ She kissed you and then walked off she was already dressed. You sat there happily eating the food and watching some TV. After finishing breakfast; you got out of bed and took a shower. You tried on the outfit that Verosika got you along with some of the jewelry. You walked outside as Verosika was waiting in the car for you with Vortex. “ Look at you!!! I could just eat you up though I might do that later tonight~ “ Verosika said and winked. You blushed and got into the car with Verosika as she had Vortex take you two out to the shopping center where Verosika spoiled you and watched you try on outfits. She took many photos of the two of you having fun. She took you to different dessert shops. She then treated you to the spa where the two of you relaxed and talked. “ Anything else you want for your birthday cutie pie? “ Verosika asked while she lay there getting her back massaged. “ No, I think I’m good but thank you for this wonderful day baby. “ You smiled and felt relaxed as your back was also getting massaged. After finishing up the two of you went to the flower shop and Verosika bought you some red, pink, and black roses. She kissed your cheek and took a picture. The two of you drove back home and stepped inside. You and Verosika baked your birthday cake and had fun throwing flour at each other and eating frosting from the spoon.
You placed the cake in the oven. And walked into the living room with Verosika, you both ordered some pizza and sat on the couch cuddling while watching a movie. “ I swear romance movies try too hard nowadays. It’s like cmon stop trying to act all cool and relatable. “ Verosika said and sighed. “ At least the movie I starred in blew up we sold millions. “ She smirked and cuddled you close. You chuckled softly you found it cute how passionate Verosika was with what she loved makes you wonder why that bastard Blitzo decided to hurt/leave her. Hearing the ding from the oven, you and Verosika smiled at each other and jumped off the couch, running to the kitchen. She took the cake out of the oven and the two of you let it cool before frosting and decorating it. Verosika did a little doodle of her kissing your cheek and you added on the candles. She sang happy birthday to you and then got a video of you blowing out your candles. She giggled and smiled. “ Happy birthday (Y/N). “ She said. The two of you watch a movie while eating cake and cuddling. And of course, Verosika’s phone was blowing up with people telling you happy birthday as well.
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❃Katsuki x Reader
Character's origin- Boku no hero academia
Warning- hurt/comfort, apologies, cursing
Genre- ❃
Format- One shot
Word count- 920
Masterlist
Synopsis- A peek into two childhood friends [to lovers] life
You entered the classroom, scanning across the room before going to your seat, which was beside, well, Bakugou.
"Good morning Mr. Grenade. " You smiled cheekily at him before flopping down on your seat. "The fuck is your problem you damn nerd?! " "Well to be honest we all know who's a nerd with the marks they get here. " You smirked watching Bakugou fume.
It has always been that way since you were kids. You two always bickered, shooting daggers at each other's pride but it was usually harmless. There were very few things on which you both mutually agreed and one of them were to not get too personal. Of course there were times when one hurts the other but the situation usually dissolves in a day or two before acting as if it never even happened.
It was lunchtime when Bakugou exited the classroom, making his way to the cafeteria while you followed after him with your hands behind your back, holding something. He stopped midway in the bustling hallway, turning around and looking at you suspiciously. "The hell you're hiding?" He asked as he started making his way towards you, you stilled, taking a few steps backwards, "Nothing." You replied but he didn't seem to buy it as soon he was trying to snatch whatever was behind your back. Amidst all the snatching and pulling, the subjects dropped from your hands, scattering on the ground, which was....
"Food? " He asked, a little surprised.
You signed, mood totally dulled from your now-wasted food. "I tried cooking lunch today. Wanted to give you a surprise and get your reviews but thanks to you neither I nor you can eat it now. " Your voice didn't hold any snark as you picked up the scattered food, throwing it away. You quietly started making your way back to the classroom when Bakugou grabbed your wrist. "Come eat with me. " He offered. You just shook your wrist, walking off.
Timeskip
You walked to your dorms encased in your own little world. Generally, you would have walked with Bakugou but neither were you in the mood for that nor was he in your line of sight right now.
Timeskip
It was well past eight when a knock at your door woke you up. You rubbed your hands across your face, fixing your hair as you made your way towards the door. You opened the door, coming face to face with Mr. Pomeranian.... A soaked one....
You raised your eyebrows, looking at him questionably. "Are you going to keep me here or can I come inside? " Bakugou grumbled roughly. You stepped inside the room, going to get a towel as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.
He sat on the small couch you had in your room, scattering the objects he had in the paper bag he brought with him on the couch beside him. You extended the towel towards him but he paid you no mind, being too engulfed in arranging the things. You sighed, putting the towel over his head, drying his hair yourself. You were too focused on doing the task at hand that when something came in contact with your waist, you jumped. You looked down, looking at Bakugou's face now buried in your stomach as his arms wrapped around you. Your face grew warm as you asked, " What are you doing? " His answer came out muffled "Huh? " You asked, once again unable to hear him so you gently grabbed his hair, pulling his face to look up at you. His eyes a little wide from your sudden move, he quickly regained his composer as he looked towards the side grumbling, " I'm sorry.... For ruining your hardwork this afternoon that is... " Realization dawned upon you as you ruffled his hair, " It's alright. " You smiled lightly. "Don't give me that fake smile of yours you hear me?!" You sighed, "I'll be fine by tomorrow. You don't expect me to be alright instantly do you? Why do you care so much anyway? It's not like you at all. " You chuckled lightly, eyes looking at him curiously. He stood up all of a sudden, his frame towering over yours as he took a step closer to you, face few inches apart. "I don't expect anything from you. But no matter how much of an assh*le you think I am for a f*cking 'childhood friend' Or whatever, I still care about you dumbass. " Your breath hitched at the closed proximity, eyes darting from his after every few seconds. "I got you a few things. Take them as an apology for ruining the food and for leaving you hungry. I'll get going. " With that, he started making his way towards the door as your eyes quickly darted towards the couch which was scattered with your favorite snacks, drinks, your favorite face mask which you used to put on his face at your sleepovers and........ a necklace you've been dying to buy since last Christmas but wasn't able to because it was so damn expensive...
"Katsuki wait! " Words fell from your lips as his body whipped towards yours at the use of his name for the first time in your life. You realized fairly quickly, " I-I am sor-! " He pulled you towards him, causing you to collide against his hard chest. "Say that again" You looked at him surprised, "What? " He stayed quiet, his gaze intense as you stuttered, " K-Katsuki? " The next thing you processed was his lips on yours.
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Time for Your Tune Up
Part 1(here!), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
I need to get in to the groove of working more drabbles on here tbh ^^;
Side note: this is still a Twst Tonelico AU Drab, but with a focus different Reyvateil this time. This one is male and his name is Yumei Archambeau, a Third Generation from Sol Ciel. I'll show him off later, but for now enjoy!
Summary: ‘Oh no. It's time for it again already!?’ Yumei panicked. Checking his planner, Yumei noticed the mark of ‘that time of the tri-month’ is today. Today is the day for him to take his Life Extending Agent.
Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Malleus Draconia x Yumei Archambeau (can be read as plationical and/or romatical)
Warnings: Innuendos, Hurt w/ comfort, and bribery (bribery in Adeuce part only)
‘Oh no. It's time for it again already!?’ Yumei panicked. Checking his planner, Yumei noticed the mark of ‘that time of the tri-month’ is today. Today is the day for him to take his Life Extending Agent.
To Third Generation Reyvateil- like him- they need to take a Diquility Crystal(aka, a Life Extending Agent) every three months. This supplement would help ensure most of his basic functions are stable so he doesn’t succumb to an early grave. Granted they only help til he reaches forty years old, after which he would eventually expire.
There is just one problem: he’s use to doing this with help back in Sol Ciel. But now, he world's away from there, and he has to do it again. He'll need to explain this without freaking the others out too badly, and hope that someone can lend him a hand. Grim kinda knows since Yumei had taken it after the whole Riddle debacle, and that was an awkward lesson to teach and show. (Grim had night terrors for a while).
Biting his thumbnail, Yumei contemplated who to ask for helping him take the Life Extending Agent. There were a few possible classmates, but would they understand the situation enough to help?
With a heavy sigh, he gathered his bag full of the supplement that fortunately was on his person when he arrived in Twisted Wonderland, and set out to ask anyone who would help him.
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade:
“You want us to do what?” Ace asked, confused.
“Please, help me with this! Last thing I want is to ask Grim again!” Yumei begged.
Deuce was a bit confused as well. Why does Yumei need help with taking his medicine? “Isn’t it just a supplement pill or liquid medicine?”
“It is a supplement, yes; however…” Yumei answered the spade before taking a pause. “It’s not ingested through... normal means.” His face was turning a little red from imagining the pain from doing it himself.
“And, what do we get out of this~?” Ace asked. “I mean, you’ll owe us, right? It’s only fair~” Cheeky bastard, wanting something out of this as always.
“I’ll buy whatever you both want for lunch tomorrow!” If it means getting this over with, Yumei will forsake his dignity to do it.
“Aww, how sweet of you, Prefect!”
“O-oh. Um, Thank you, Yumei,” Deuce said, a bit excited for the freebies as well. “So where do we do it?”
The Reyvateil sat down on the couch in the boys' bedroom. Turning his body to where his left side faces the Heartslabyul duo, Yumei lifted his shirt to show his Installer Port. “Right here.”
Adeuce paused for a moment. “Huh?”
“You heard me.” The Prefect turned his head away, embarrassed to expose himself like this. His friends continued to stare at him like he grew a second head.
Ace looked back to the Life Extending Agent in his hands. The crystal-like object was big, and the tattoo-ish thing on Yumei’s side was small.
Deuce cleared his throat. “You sure? It’s pretty big. It might not fit.” He received a nod in response.
The situation was getting more awkward than expected. Eventually, Ace muttered “Screw it” and went towards his friend to administer the agent. The ace of hearts was rushing to do it, he jammed the Agent in too fast, making the boy scream in pain! He was so loud, almost anyone outside the room could hear it.
Suppressing the noises as best he can, Yumei bit on his lower lip hard. ADeuce's faces were pale at first; soon panic painted their faces. “Hey,” Deuce called out to the Reyvateil. “You okay?!”
“Yeah! Why did you make that sound?!” Ace shouted.
“Y-you rammed it in too fast!” Yumei’s response was cut off by another groan. He began curling into himself from the pain.
Wanting to help alleviate the pain, Deuce ran to the boy's other side, letting his friend lean on the bluenette as Ace continued to put in the agent. The red head was debating about stopping, but Yumei told him to keep going. “It’s freaky. It’s going all the way in.” He states as he sees Yumei’s port absorb the supplement.
"Still shouldn't have rushed it, man..."
Deuce attempted to speak words of encouragement, face still red from the sounds echoing in the room. “Almost there, Yumei. Just hang in a bit more.” He wiped some sweat of the other boy's head.
“There. It’s in now.”
The Reyvateil thanked him, and all three sighed in relief that the treatment was over. Silence came in full force now. All three of them agreeing to never speak of what happened inside this room.
…
The next day, lunch time:
“Here.”
“You actually…”
“Well, I DO owe you guys, so here’s your freebies!”
“Why do I get the feeling this feels more like a bribery?”
"Just take it!"
Malleus Draconia:
“Ah, Tsunotarou!”
“Hello, Child of Man.”
Yumei did not expect to run into his dear friend, THE Malleus Draconia outside his dorm, yet here he was. Standing face to face with his nighttime friend in the middle of the walkway. The poor Reyvateil is sweating bullets and blushing like a lovelorn fool, completely speechless.
The fae noticed his friend looked a bit flustered. “Is everything ok, Yumei?”
“YUP! TOTALLY FINE!!” Said male shouted. ‘Fuck I didn't mean to be that loud!’ “S-sorry, Tsunotarou. I'm kinda… it's just I'm…”
Malleus noticed the bag clutched in the Reyvateil's arms like a lifeline. And, despite his stoic appearance, he knew what was going on right away.
“...Is it that time already?” He asked with concern.
Yumei bowed his head in shame. “...yes,” he muttered. “B-but it's ok. I was gonna ask someone to help! I know you're busy, and the last thing I want is to burden you with this.”
While Malleus may not be as tech savvy as others at Night Raven College, he has gotten better at understanding of Yumei’s existence as a ‘Song Mage’ and his tri-monthly supplement intake. Inwardly, he wished that he was there for Yumei's first experience. But perhaps, the dragon fae can make an exception.
“It is no trouble at all.”
“You're right, so I'll just-” the male stopped in his rambling to process what he just heard. “Say that again.”
Draconia smirked. “It is no trouble at all. I'd be delighted to assist you, if that is what you wish.”
Yumei wondered if his face would turn any redder than it already was. He awkwardly gave an ok to the older boy, and welcomed him into Ramshackle.
They situated themselves in Yumei’s bedroom on his bed; said boy ringing his hand at how to show Malleus his Installer Port. After a few moments, Yumei undid a few of the buttons on his uniform shirt, exposing the Port to Malleus.
“Here,” the Reyvateil says, showing his collar region to the fae. “This is where the Life Extending Agent goes.”
Malleus stares at the mark, taking in what he sees. He looks back to the bizarre geode in his hand, hesitating a bit before pulling Yumei closer to him and turning him to where his back met the fae's chest. This surprised said boy for a moment. “Malleus?”
“I wanted to ensure your comfort.”
“Oh…” Yumei was touched. “Thank you.”
Soon, Malleus brought the tip of the Life Extending Agent to Yumei’s port, and slowly pushed it in. “Ow.” The poor boy whined. He turned his face into the taller boy's neck.
He paused, worried that he hurt the Reyvateil. Panic in his voice, Malleus asked, “Are you alright?!”
“I-I am. Please… keep going,” Yumei placed his hands over top of the fae's. And slowly continued pushing it in. Dark clouds formed outside, conveying Malleus's fear and worries. He could hear Yumei’s groans and small struggles to stay still. Giving a brief squeeze of comfort to the shorter male, Draconia pushed more of the supplement inside.
Yumei was left panting once the Agent was finally inside him. He looked back to Malleus with an exhausted smile before turning to face said fae and hug him. “Thank you, again, Tsunotarou.”
Malleus reciprocated back, and the dark clouds eventually faded away to clear skies.
Later that evening:
“Um… Tsunotarou?”
“Yes?”
Fidgeting, Yumei asked. “...Would it be ok if you helped me again in the future?”
The fae answers with a gentle smile, “Of course, my Child of Man. I would be honored.” And kisses the back of Yumei’s hand.
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Weird fact: This Drab's title was all because of the fricking Doc McStuffins jingle! Why my brain did this to me I will never know lmao
#twisted wonderland#twst#chibi-celesti drabbles#ar tonelico#twst x ar tonelico au#twisted tonelico#malleus draconia#malleus x reader#ace trappola#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade#deuce spade x reader
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Second Chance: In My Head...
Ricky Bowen x OC
This is episode three of my series Second Chance.
Summary: Unexpected tension leaves both Blake and Ricky confused. Ricky leaves Nini a voicemail and ends up hurt. Trouble in paradise for Nini and EJ.
Trigger Warnings: Talks of (Blake's) BPD and therapy (like healthy coping skills), mentions of not having food at home, pills/addiction
"Five, six, seven, eight!"
The words echoed through the black box. Carlos pressed the play button on the music, starting 'Get'cha Head in the Game' from the original High School Musical soundtrack.
A group of background characters in the play, Blake included, started to bounce basketballs, attempting to bounce in sync with the music despite the blindfolds that covered their faces.
She lifted her leg up, bouncing the basketball to the other side and trying to catch it with her other hand. She was supposed to do a twirl next, but the ball bounced away from her before she could try.
Judging by the sound of other basketballs bouncing away and the squeaking rubber shoes against the floor, nobody else had much luck with the moves either.
"Alright guys, come on, get 'cha head in the game," Carlos joked as everybody lifted their blindfolds and chased after their own basketballs.
"Carlos, when can we take these blindfolds off?" A boy with white hair chuckled, basketball in hand.
"When you're able to dribble and pirouette at the same time," Carlos smiled, stating his response as if it was obvious. Blake took a second to breathe after picking up her basketball, giggling softly at his answer.
"Alright," Carlos clapped his hands together, "good reheasal today, everybody! I'll see you all tomorrow, and don't forget to read over your scripts!"
She put her basketball down in the designated bin, grabbing her backpack and waving goodbye to Carlos. She was met with Ricky outside the door of the black box waiting for her.
"Hey, how was practice?" He nodded towards her with a smile as the two of them began walking through the halls.
"Rehearsals," she corrected him with a smirk.
He chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Okay, how was rehearsals, smartass?"
She let out a quiet laugh, "it was fun. We learned to bounce a basketball blindfolded."
"I don't even want to ask."
She shook her head, "I don't know why he's trying to get us to learn the dance blindfolded, I think it's something about making it impossible to learn at first? I don't know," she giggled.
"Hey, okay, so... do you remember how I told you I think Nini and I had a moment earlier?" Ricky quickly changed the subject as the two of them started walking down the stairs.
She hesitantly nodded, "yes...?"
"Well... I think I'm going to call her real quick," he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, stopping on the stairwell.
Blake sighed, "I don't know if that's a good idea, Ricky..." She sat on the end of the stairs and watched.
He shrugged, "what do I have to lose?" He started dialing the number in his phone.
She groaned quietly, putting her face in her hands as she listened to the little beeps of the numbers being entered.
She heard the faint sound of Nini's voicemail through his phone, "this is Nini, talk to me, me!"
"Hey, it's me. Your... buddy, Ricky. Sorry to bother you, I know we don't really do voice convos," he used his free hand to animate his words as he spoke them, "but I saw you singing that song with Ashlyn today and I felt like we kind of shared, like, a moment... or a thing? I don't know, maybe a moment is kind of a thing?"
Blake scrunched her nose, an automatic reaction to the words that poured from his mouth. It was clear he didn't think this through.
"Why am I still talking?" He asked himself, whispering underneath his breath, "Anyway, whatever. if this voicemail is too much, or too soon, or you're just not into it... we can just ignore this whole thing and pretend like nothing ever happened, okay? Poof. Gone. Okay... bye."
Blake looked at him, letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in as he pressed the button to end the call.
He clicked his tongue, finally moving his gaze from his phone and over to Blake, "Nailed it."
She stood up, the two of them finishing down the stairs and finally leaving the school as he continued to hype himself up, "Crushed it."
She shook her head with a laugh, but denied saying anything when he asked what it was she was laughing at as they skated home.
Instrumentals to the song 'Stick to the Status Quo' from the original High School Musical soundtrack played over the speakers as Blake and the the other extras practiced through a dance number around a cafeteria table that Gina danced on, their moves simply accenting Gina's routine that she was showing off.
Thankfully, Blake was no stranger to dancing. She had a history of ballet when she was younger, thanks to her mom, but as she grew older, she decided that dancing was more her style. Blake went to dance classes four times a week starting when she was eight years old. Just like many other things in her life, the dance classes stopped when her mom passed away. Still, it felt good to get back to her old hobby, if only for a second.
Gina finished out the last bit of the number in a pirouette with a smile as everyone quickly dispersed for a water break. Blake made her way over to Big Red, sitting next to him while he read through a script.
She took a big swig of her water, ignoring EJ sitting next to her and staring. Thankfully, his attention was pulled away from her as Nini walked through the door. Ms. Jenn quickly moved to meet her in the middle of the room.
"Nini! Where were you? We've been here for an hour."
"I'm so sorry," she stumbled, spilling out her explanation, "I lost my phone and basically spent last night living as a hunter-gatherer which, by the way, did you know that there are things that are only on TV at a certain time?"
Ms. Jenn looked at her with wide eyes as she rambled.
"Anyway, I finally picked it up at the lost-and-found and... wait, did you say an hour?" Nini's face fell.
"Gina sent you and me a text asking if we could come in early so she could talk through a new idea," Ms. Jenn explained gently, "you didn't get it?"
"No because my phone was missing..."
"Well, honey," Ms. Jenn began, "you've gotta keep better track of your stuff."
Blake noticed the way EJ's lips turned into a frown, the way he swallowed, looking down at his lap.
Before she could think about it, her attention was soon averted, her gaze now following Ricky. He walked across the room and over to Nini, who finally finished her conversation with Ms. Jenn.
"Hey, Nini, how was your night?" He asked her with a smile.
"Um," Nini pulled her jacket off, "not so hot, actually. Excuse me," she sat her jacket down and pushed past him without a second look.
Blake walked to Ricky's side, "Oh, okay," he cleared his throat as he watched her walk away.
He turned to Blake, whispering "'Not so hot'? Was that about my voicemail?" He raised his eyebrow, a sad chuckle escaping him, "I mean, is that her answer...?"
She shook her head, her mouth opened slightly. She was going to say something, she really was, but he moved on too quickly before she could respond.
"Yeah, that was her answer..." He frowned and walked away, leaving Blake standing there.
"Yo, earth to Blake!"
She had zoned out, but was quickly pulled back to reality when a small foam ball softly bounced off of her face.
"Huh?" she looked to the culprit with slight annoyance. Ricky.
"Are you even listening?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
She sighed. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, Ricky."
"Dude, what's up with you? Where'd you just go?" Big Red's voice caught her attention.
"Was thinking about the homework I have to catch up on," She lied. She honestly just didn't want to hear any more about Nini.
She took a second, trying to think up a way to change the subject, distract them, find any thing to get them off the topic. So she looked at Ricky, figuring why not throw the ball back at him? He threw it at her first, after all.
"...What?" He asked hesitantly as he noticed the mischievous grin on her face.
She raised up her arm and threw the little foam ball as hard as she could at him. He flinched, "Hey!" It bounced off of his chest and onto the floor.
"Payback," she smiled innocently.
The three of them giggled together for a moment before Ricky started up a game of 'catch' — which was just the three of them tossing the little ball to each other in a circle from each side of Big Red's basement that they sat in.
"Okay but seriously, did you hear any of that?" Ricky asked Blake with an eyebrow raised and a smile.
"Yes, don't worry," she lied again, catching the ball from Big Red and quickly tossing it to Ricky again.
"So... what do i do?" Ricky asked both Blake and Big Red.
"Dude, just be yourself," Red looked at Ricky, "be the bigger man."
Ricky caught the ball from Blake, "Okay...." he tossed the ball up in the air and caught it, "pick one?"
Red looked at him, slightly dumbfounded, and sighed, falling backwards onto his bed.
Blake snickered at Ricky's reply, "At least you're self aware," she was only half-joking, "throw the ball!"
Ricky shook his head at her with a smile on his face, proud that he had made her laugh. He sighed and threw the ball to Big Red, "So, you think maybe it's time to move on...?"
Big Red caught the ball, "I mean, I wouldn't. But you also have that other thing..." he threw the ball to Blake, "pride."
She caught the ball and shook her head. While the conversation was undoubtedly silly and made her giggle, she couldn't deny that she was annoyed, too.
"No. Nini clearly isn't into you anymore, Ricky. She deserves to have her boundaries respected. You're just gonna push her away more," Blake sighed, tossing the ball to Ricky before standing up.
She looked away from the two boys, walking to her skateboard, backpack, and helmet.
"Where are you going?" Red sat up, the boys looked at her curiously.
"I'm outta here. Got homework," she shrugged.
"I - Wait..." Ricky tried to stop her, but she was already halfway up the stairs.
It didn't take but a moment before she had swiftly waved goodbye to Red's parents and headed out the front door. Her skateboard hit the ground.
Before she could get her helmet on, Ricky's hand was on her shoulder, "Blake..."
She sighed in frustration, but turned to face him with a smile on her face nonetheless. "What's up, Bowen?"
"What happened?" He genuinely seemed to be concerned, but she shook it off.
"Nothing, it's just late," she assured him.
She could tell he wasn't buying it, but he slowly released his hand from her shoulder and nodded. "Uh, let me go grab my stuff and I'll go with you?"
She shook her head, "don't worry about it."
"Come on, you know I hate it when you skate alone at this time of night."
Blake sighed, "fine."
He smiled at her and ran back inside to grab his things. He usually skateboarded along with her when they left Red's place, he says he hated for her to be alone in the dark. 'It's not like I have to go out of my way for it', he always argued when she'd try to protest.
When the two of them finally arrived to their houses, she kicked up her skateboard, catching it and grabbing her keys from her pocket. "Bye," she tried to be as quick as possible.
"Your dad still isn't home?"
She sighed. "Guess I'm on my own for dinner tonight again," she shrugged, the joke a little more sinister than she meant for it to be. As if she somehow wouldn't be on her own for dinner, even if her father was home.
She was about to turn away, walk inside, do her homework, shower, and sleep. She didn't have time to care about any of this. But Ricky stopped her... again.
"Come over tonight. You know Dad wont mind."
She puffed out a short, sarcastic laugh and looked to the ground beneath her feet. "Yeah, I think I'm good, Ricky. I'm not really hungry anyways," she shook her head.
His worried expression on his face evident, he spoke up, "Look, I don't..." he looked at his house and then back at her, lowering his voice a little bit, "I don't want to be alone tonight, anyways. It just feels so... empty in that house. Like something's missing."
He wasn't lying. But he also wasn't telling the full truth. He was worried about her, he was worried she was starting to isolate again. He knows her history with BPD, and he feared for her. So he told her the half-truth. He knew it'd persuade her to stay, so he said it.
Besides, something was missing. His mom. Hiding away in some other state, neglecting to be there for her son who very clearly needed her. Blake knew how much the past few weeks of this mess had been bothering him. So she sighed, she hesitated but her eyes met his again and she caved.
"Fine."
Ricky unlocked his door, letting her step inside first before following and closing the door behind them. His dad, Mike was asleep on the couch, the tv running Breaking Bad and a box of takeout noodles sat on the coffee table in front of him.
Ricky sighed at the sight of him. "C'mon," he lead her to the kitchen and grabbed two plates, opening up his fridge and pulling out frozen chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs.
Blake giggled, "The dino nuggies!" she cooed, a smile on her face. She was reminded of back when they were kids. Her mom would make dino chicken nuggets for the two of them after school every day and bring it out to them in the treehouse. Blake hasn't had any since she was little.
Ricky smiled at her, "you remember the dino nuggies? Your mom used to make them for us all the time..." he began, and Blake finished his sentence along with him.
"...and we would make them fight before we ate them," they said in unison before laughing with each other. He picked up one of the dinos and looked at her expectantly.
She chuckled at his antics but didn't hesitate to join in, picking up a dino and play-fighting with Ricky's. It was silly, but it had the two of them laughing together as they both relived those memories.
"Okay, I think it's time to cook them," she finally stopped, trying hard to contain her laughter in hopes that it wouldn't wake Mike.
Ricky nodded and put them in the microwave, he leaned back against the counter after pressing start on the six minutes. Blake moved over, pushing herself up to sit on the counter next to him, her legs swinging back and fourth softly.
The quiet between them almost became awkward, but Ricky's sleepy father interrupted it when he walked in groggily. "Hey, Ricky," he nodded towards his son, "hey, Blake, you spending the night?"
As if she hadn't agreed to it already, she looked to Ricky for clarification. He looked at her expectantly, hoping she hadn't changed her mind.
Her lips curled up in a small smile before she looked back to Mike and nodded, "Yeah."
Mike only gave a thumbs up in response, yawning as he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.
Blake and Ricky laughed at the awkward encounter right as the microwave went off. When their laughs settled, he turned to the microwave and pulled out the hot dino nuggets, separating them onto two plates.
He went to the fridge and grabbed the ketchup, turning back to the plates and squirting some onto each plate.
"How'd you know I wanted ketchup? What if I wanted mustard?" Blake teased him with a grin, her legs swinging back and forth.
He gave her a knowing look. "I've known you since we were babies. We grew up on dino nuggies. Why wouldn't I know if you wanted ketchup or mustard?"
She jumped off of the counter, grabbing her plate of nuggets as he poured two glasses of lemonade. He grabbed his and they moved to the table.
The two of them sat in mostly silence as they ate, the nuggets being one of the only meals Blake has had the past few days. She hadn't had the time to sneak a few bucks from her dad and buy some groceries recently.
After they both finished their food, they cleaned up and put their dishes in the sink to be washed tomorrow.
Ricky looked at Blake with a smile, "I got you something."
She tilted her head in question, smiling back. "What?"
"Follow me," he said as he led her out of the house and to the backyard, into the tree house.
The two of them climbed up the ladder, only to be met with a box.
"What's this?" She asked him curiously.
"Well I figured since we finally got the tree house cleaned up, but none of the lights worked anymore... maybe I could get some new lights? I got the LED kind, too." He began unpacking the box, grabbing the little remote that came with the new lights, showing it to her. "You can even change the colors," he told her excitedly.
She giggled, taking the remote from him and looking at the colorful buttons on it. "Ricky, this is so fun," she smiled.
He started to unpack the lights, unraveling them and not hesitating to get to work, putting them up on the walls.
She moved quickly to help him and when the two of them finally finished setting the lights up, they plugged them in and used the remote to turn them on. Blake switched through all the colors they could be set to.
"We are actually children," she laughed as they both reacted a bit too excitedly at the different colors. He laughed too, grabbing the remote from her and finally setting the color to a nice blue.
She sighed, "I think it's time for me to take a shower. Mind if I use yours?" she asked him, knowing he wouldn't want her to go home right now anyway.
He nodded, "always."
She smiled at him as he turned the lights off, both of them climbing down the ladder of the tree house and heading inside.
She grabbed some of her clothes from the pile in Ricky's closet that she left for nights like these, and stepped into the shower.
Ricky fell back onto his bed, letting out a small groan of frustration. He tried to focus on the noise of the running water from the shower, or the sight of the ceiling fan whirring above him. Anything to distract him from his mind.
He thought about the other day, when Blake held his hand as she wrapped it up, taking care of his bruised and swollen knuckles. When his stomach turned as he watched her. The way she smiled, or her feather-light touch as she focused on him. He was captivated by the way she made him feel. Safe, loved, cared for. Captivated by how much he wanted to kiss her right then and there. To hold her in his arms with his lips pressed to hers, giving in to his impulsivity.
He could have sworn it was just the moment, just the overwhelming thoughts and feelings from a rough day. He could have sworn it didn't mean anything. So why couldn't he shake the thoughts?
Blake ran her fingers through her hair, washing out the conditioner she just scrubbed into it. The refreshing feeling of the water running down her back made her sigh in relief. Something to focus on that wasn't Ricky.
Ricky.
He didn't make this easy for her. The way he protected her from EJ, albeit in an incredibly stupid way, or the little things he did, like buying new lights for their tree house. The way he noticed that she was sad, insisting she didn't skate home alone. He made her feel safe. He made her feel loved. He made her feel cared for.
It was the safety that scared her. She hadn't been safe since the day her dad decided to take pills, opioids, after her mom died, washing it down with a bottle of vodka. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the neglectful nature that followed his addictions had clouded any sense of safety she could ever find within him again.
Ricky being the only person left that she felt safe with after she lost both her parents was terrifying, to say the least... because what if she lost him, too?
She finished washing the soap off of her body, turning off the water and grabbing the towel she picked up on her way in. After drying off, she brushed her teeth and got dressed in fresh clothes, discarding her dirty clothes in Ricky's clothes hamper. He'd just add it to the pile again, anyway.
Turning the knob, she opened the bathroom door, the steam flowing out and no longer suffocating in the bathroom. She saw Ricky, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
"You okay?" She asked him gently, running a hand through her wet hair as she started to braid it.
He sat up, slightly alarmed at her voice, as if he hadn't noticed that she had already left the bathroom. He nodded, "I'm fine. How was your shower?"
The exchange was confusingly awkward as she answered quietly, "refreshing," she shrugged, sitting on the edge of his bed and continuing her braiding.
Ricky moved, sitting next to her as he watched her fingers move swiftly through her hair, perfectly lacing her locks in a delicate pattern.
"What is it?" She asked him softly, and he didn't even realize he was staring until she spoke.
He opened his mouth to say something, to say anything, but nothing came out. Not a few seconds later, his phone chimed. 'Saved by the bell', he thought.
He didn't hesitate to grab it, reading the text he had just received.
"It's Nini," he informed Blake, the confusing tension that once filled the air was gone in an instant.
"Oh," she breathed out as she finished braiding her hair, wrapping a hair tie around the end to hold it together.
"She said 'hey'... What does 'hey' mean?"
She shrugged, "Not sure. I wouldn't think too much on it, though," she advised him.
For a moment, she almost thought that he'd taken her advice, but she was quickly proven wrong when he began typing, then promptly deleting his own message. He tried again, but his message was gone once more. She watched his thumbs slide across the screen of his phone as he had written out multiple different messages, every single one of them seemingly not up to Ricky's standards.
She sighed, "I'm going to sleep, Ricky. You should, too."
He didn't look from his phone, standing up and saying, "alright, goodnight," before walking over to the futon in his room.
He kicked his shoes off, haphazardly taking off his shirt and discarding it somewhere on the ground, lying down and throwing a blanket over himself.
Blake had to remind herself to breathe, the sight of her best friend shirtless in front of her was nothing new, but it still gave her butterflies all the same. That, paired with the frustration of him actually responding to Nini, however... Well, it was a confusing mixture of emotions, to say the least.
So she crawled into the bed and turned off the lamp on Ricky's bedside table. She bundled up underneath the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Can you believe she actually told EJ about the voicemail I left her?"
Ricky paced the halls as he let out his anger while Blake leaned up against a wall and listened.
"That's really fucking disrespectful," she replied, matching his frustration.
"Right? You know what? I'm gonna go tell her that right now," He almost yelled.
It was evident that his anger was building more and more, and she knew that the best thing to do to help him was to help calm him.
Ricky didn't realize it, but she knew exactly what to do when he's upset. It's been the same routine since the two of them were young. It wasn't exactly difficult for her to figure out, considering she was the same way.
There were step-by-step rules to it:
1. Match his energy; get angry with him (while staying calm).
2. Validation; remind him that he's allowed to be upset.
3. Breathe; remind him to take a breath, to not let his thoughts consume him (which really isn't easy).
She pushed herself away from the wall, walking towards him. "Okay, Ricky, hey," she stood in front of him, stopping his pacing. Her hands went to his shoulders, "breathe."
His eyes met hers as he complied. He sucked in a deep breath, slowly releasing it.
"Good," she nodded. "I know it's infuriating that she betrayed your trust like that," she spoke calmly, sympathizing with him, "and you are one-hundred percent allowed to be angry. I'd be angry, too. Hell, I am angry. What she did wasn't at all fair to you. But you have to remember to breathe. Exploding is only going to make you feel worse. Don't let this consume you."
Blake and Ricky were similar in that aspect. Easy to let thoughts and emotions take over every inch of their minds.
He nodded at her words, his breathing had calmed down at the sound of her voice. Her sympathizing had worked in making him feel less alone.
"Now that you're calm, if you still want to go and talk to Nini, you should. State your boundaries, tell her that what she did wasn't cool, and then walk away. Alright?"
He agreed, flashing a small smile at her as a silent 'thank you'. She followed him through the halls as the two of them set off to find Nini. They watched as she exited through the front doors of the school, and Ricky dashed to catch up to her.
He pushed through the doors with Blake following closely behind, "Hey! Nini!" He called out to her, "I have to say something to you."
He finally reached her as he began his speech. "I know we're not a couple anymore, okay? I get that. You've been very clear," he sighed, "but... I thought there was a little trust left between us. I thought that I still meant something to you."
Nini sighed at his words, "I just can't do this right now..." She tried to walk away, but Ricky stopped her.
"Fine. Okay. But the next time I spill my guts out to you in a voicemail, do me a favor and keep it to yourself. I don't need to be hearing from EJ that it's wrong and stupid."
"Wait," Nini raised her eyebrow in confusion, "what voicemail?"
Blake wasn't standing far behind when she heard her question him, remembering Nini telling Ms. Jenn that she had lost her phone, and seeing EJ's reaction to the news.
"What do you mean?" Ricky asked her.
Nini answered his question with another question, "you heard this from EJ?"
Ricky's eyebrows furrowed as thoughts flowed through his mind but for Blake, it had already clicked. EJ stole Nini's phone.
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To Be Continued...
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So it’s not a sentence but I have this prompt generator that gives a story idea and this one sounds interesting: a major character does something say out of character and everyone has to figure out why.
thank you for this prompt! it's definitely a bit angsty but hopefully the ending is heartwarming enough to make up for it. it's established, married buddie, 14 year old chris, and definitely focuses on the family dynamic with chris as well as the buddie dynamic. anyway, it got a little longer than i expected (it is accidentally over 3k) but hopefully you still enjoy it!
"Hey, babe," Eddie says, not turning around at the sound of his husband's footsteps. He's elbow deep in soapy water, trying to get the dishes that they'd let pile up over the last few days clean. It's only when Buck doesn't answer that he looks behind him, then immediately pulls his hands from the sink and dries them with the nearest towel. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Buck frowns, looking down at the tile floor. Eddie knows he's tired - they both are, having to work extra and usually separate shifts to cover while half of B shift was out with a stomach flu - but this is more than that. Buck's shoulders are drooped, and his eyes are a little glassy. Eddie takes a few steps closer.
"Chris was -" Buck stops and bites his lip. He seems to think for a long time, still not looking up at Eddie, so Eddie grabs one of his hands.
"Is he okay?"
"I mean, I guess so?" Buck says, a little helplessly. "He was just in a bad mood, I guess."
"What happened?"
"I mean, at first things were fine. I noticed he was a little quiet at breakfast, but I figured he was just tired. But then when we were in the car he - he just wasn't answering questions, at first. I asked if he'd done his homework, if he had anything going on at school today, if he was feeling alright. He just stared out the window so I told him it was rude to ignore people when they're talking to you and he…"
Buck crosses his arms over his chest, somehow making himself seem small, and continues to stare at the floor.
"Baby, what did he do?"
Eddie watches with horror as Buck's eyes fill with tears. "He told me that I'm not - that I'm not his real parent, and none of that stuff is my business, and he didn't care if it was rude."
Eddie gapes, trying to reconcile this behavior with the Chris he's raised the last eight years.
"I mean -" Buck sniffs, wiping harshly at the tears on his cheeks. "He's right. I'm not his dad and it's not my business, I guess, I was just -"
"You might be his stepdad but you've been raising him just as much as me for years, Buck," he says seriously. "He had no right to say that to you. I'm - I'm so sorry, I don't know why he would -"
"Maybe I'm just not a good dad?" Buck says, and it sounds like he's asking a question he already knows the answer to.
"That's not fucking true," Eddie swears, putting his hands on Buck's shoulders. Buck finally looks up from the floor; his eyes are rimmed red and his bottom lip is swollen from where he's clearly been chewing on it. "You're an amazing dad, and whatever the hell is causing him to act out - we'll deal with it, okay? I'll pick him up from school -"
"Babe, you have a shift -"
"I'll call out, offer to take someone else's tomorrow, or something. They'll be fine a man down for twelve hours, and Bobby'll understand."
Buck frowns but nods anyway. "Okay."
"Why don't you go get some sleep? I can wake you up for lunch."
Buck nods, then heads down the hallway to their bedroom. Eddie watches him, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut that he can't put a name to.
*
Eddie's drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to an anxious rhythm when Chris opens the door to the truck.
"I thought Buck was picking me up," he says, his face wiped clean of any emotion.
"Nope," Eddie answers, waiting until Chris' crutches are settled and he's pulled himself into the truck and buckled his seatbelt. "You got me today."
A small smile creeps onto Chris' face. "Yeah? Are we -"
Eddie is moving forward slowly in the heavily trafficked parking lot, so he glances at his son's face when he stops talking. "Are we what?"
Chris' face drains of something - happiness? Excitement? And then it hits him. Hope.
"Did you and Buck have plans, or something?"
Chris sighs and turns to look out the window, effectively shutting Eddie out. "No."
"Okay," Eddie says, mostly to himself. "Buck told me what happened this morning."
Chris sighs again, this time even heavier. His voice is monotone when he speaks. "Yeah, I'll apologize later."
"That's not -" Eddie stops himself. He huffs a breath, pulling onto the street and trying to figure out what to say. "Not to say that that's not important, because it is, but - I think it's also important that you tell me why you said what you did."
He can feel Chris' eyes on him, but he can't look away from the road. Finally, Chris looks away, and something like disappointment paints his voice. "Can we - tomorrow? Just - I'm not having the best day."
Eddie frowns. "Well why don't you tell me about it so I can make it better?"
"Can we just leave it alone?" Chris snaps, and Eddie startles.
"Yeah," he says after a moment of tense silence. "Yeah, I'll leave it alone. We'll - we'll talk tomorrow. But that doesn't mean you don't need to adjust your attitude today."
Chris doesn't say anything, just continues to stare out the window until they arrive home. He's out of the truck and making his way to the door before Eddie can say anything, and Eddie knows Buck is inside making Chris' favorite dinner, hopeful that Chris just had a bad morning and things can be back to normal, and Eddie needs to warn him about the surly teenager headed his way. He sighs, lets his head fall against the steering wheel, then finally pulls himself out of the truck, trudging his way up to the house.
Chris is putting his backpack on the dining room table, unloading homework, and Eddie walks past him into the kitchen where Buck is clearly setting up to start making his fancy macaroni and cheese.
"Hey," he says quietly, and Buck turns to look at him with hope in his eyes that immediately drains when he sees Eddie's face.
"Not just a bad morning, then," Buck guesses, turning back to the stove.
"I don't know what his deal is," Eddie admits, then stops talking as he hears the click-clack of Chris' crutches coming toward them.
"Sorry for this morning, Buck," Chris says, his voice still in that low monotone. He sees the pot on the stove and somehow his sad face falls even further. "Is it - dinner, it's -"
"Buck's making your favorite," Eddie says, trying to inject some enthusiasm to it. It has the opposite effect. Suddenly tears are filling his son's eyes and he looks at Eddie with so much disappointment that he wants to throw up and he doesn't even know what he did wrong.
"So no burgers."
It feels like something from out of left field. He furrows his brows at Chris. "What? Did we talk about burgers for tonight?"
Buck is already pulling the boiling water off the burner. "Hey, I haven't even started yet, we can get burgers -"
"I was doing the math in my head last night, and you know what I realized?"
Eddie just stands there, staring at his son, who is steadily wiping at his eyes, looking up at him from under his curls.
Chris doesn't wait for either of them to answer. "Buck's been my dad for longer than she was my mom."
Eddie's heart plunges to his knees.
"I know - " Chris sniffles, "I know you guys weren't in love anymore but - but you always said you loved her."
"Chris, I - I did. I do -"
"Then how could you forget?!" His voice is loud in the quiet kitchen. Eddie's breath hitches as the pieces begin to put themselves together in his head. The burgers. Buck being his parent longer than Shannon.
Chris is tall enough now that Eddie doesn't need to, but he still drops to the floor in front of his son and pulls him into his arms, where Chris immediately collapses into him, crying harder than Eddie's seen him cry in years.
"I'm so sorry, mijo," Eddie whispers into Chris' hair. "I wasn't even paying attention to the date, but that does not mean I don't love your mom, okay?"
Chris nods against Eddie's shoulder, but he's still shaking a little.
"We'll order the burgers, okay? And I bought the ice cream last week, it's already in the freezer, okay?"
Chris pulls back and looks Eddie in the eyes. "You already got the ice cream?"
"I did," Eddie confirms, running a hand through messy curls. "I was thinking about it when I was at the store. Like I said, I just wasn't paying attention to the date today."
"Okay," Chris says quietly. He sniffles again, but there's still snot beneath his nose and tear tracks on his cheeks. Eddie's heart clenches painfully in his chest.
"How about you go wash your face, and I'll order the food."
Chris nods, then pulls himself out of Eddie's arms and slowly makes his way toward the bathroom. The door shuts behind him, and Eddie runs a hand down his face, trying to just breathe. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and finds a food delivery app that has Shannon's favorite burger joint, and orders three of the bacon cheeseburgers she used to love, along with a large side of onion rings for all of them.
"Hey." Eddie startles, looking up from his phone to see his husband standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "I kinda overheard a bit and put two and two together, and I - uh - I went in the closet to get the album." He holds the photo album up, decorated in glitter and cloth flowers with MOMMY written largely across the middle.
"Thank you," Eddie whispers, standing from the floor and walking straight into Buck's open arms. They pull apart when Chris re-enters the kitchen, sans crutches and face clean but with bloodshot eyes behind his glasses.
"I hope you're not too old for cuddles," Eddie says, grabbing the photo album from Buck, "because we've got some pictures to look at while we wait for our burgers."
Chris' lips turn up at the corners. "I suppose I could make an exception for today."
Eddie chuckles. They go to the living room and snuggle in close on the couch, Eddie on one side of Christopher and Buck on the other, as they start to go through the photos. Chris stops at one of him and Shannon, cuddled together on a couch not too differently from the way they are now, and says, "we gotta watch The Jungle Book, too."
"Of course," Eddie agrees.
Then Chris looks at Buck and says, "that was our favorite to watch together. She knew the words to all the songs."
Eddie watches Buck smile, pretending like Chris hadn't told him the same thing last year and the year before that, when he was first invited to Shannon's birthday celebration.
"Sounds like she had good taste," Buck says, a small grin on his face.
"Yeah, the best," Chris agrees, turning to the next page and resting his head against Eddie's shoulder. He doesn't get this way too often anymore, so Eddie takes the opportunity to press a kiss to his head. Chris' voice is soft when he speaks again. "I miss her."
Eddie swallows thickly and blinks back the tears forming in his eyes. He has no idea how it feels to lose a parent, especially at such a young age, and he hates with everything in him that his son has to know the feeling so intimately. "Me, too, bud."
*
Chris hasn't needed to be tucked into bed for years, but tonight Eddie watches him stop Buck in the kitchen while he's washing their ice cream bowls.
"What's up, bud?"
"Can you - come in my room? Before I go to sleep?"
Eddie watches Buck's eyes light up, can see it from all the way across the room.
"Absolutely," he says. "You go get your pajamas on and I'll be there when I finish the dishes, okay?"
"'Kay," Chris agrees, heading out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom. Once the door is shut behind him, Eddie makes his way to Buck's side, grabbing a clean dish towel to start drying.
"He's going to make you cry in there," Eddie says conversationally.
Buck snorts. "Oh yeah, for sure."
"Need backup?"
"No," Buck says, confident. "I got it."
Still, Eddie can't help himself, and a few minutes later finds him standing in Chris' doorway, behind the half-open door, listening to his two favorite people talk.
"I'm sorry I was mean to you this morning," Chris says, regret coloring his voice. "I know you're my dad, too. I just - I realized I've known you longer than I knew her. And it made me sad, so I said something I knew would make you sad, too."
"Thank you for apologizing," Buck says carefully. "I understand why you were upset and I forgive you. It must've been hard when you realized nobody else remembered what day it was."
"I mean, you didn't know her, so even though you're invited to her party now I wasn't really mad at you. But Dad knew her. I was just so disappointed."
"But he remembered the ice cream last week," Buck says. "So he didn't totally forget about her. But I can see why it was disappointing. It's an important day for all the people that loved her."
Eddie smiles, listening to Buck not only defending him but validating all of Christopher's feelings as well.
"Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep now," Chris says, and Eddie can hear Buck standing from the bed. "Night, Buck."
"Good night, Chris. Love you."
"Love you, too," Chris says, then raises his voice just a little. "And goodnight to you, too, Dad."
Eddie flushes, caught, then takes a quick step back when Buck opens the door with a grin on his face. He peeks around Buck to see Chris giving him a faux unimpressed look.
"Goodnight. I love you, bud."
Chris smiles, and his eyes aren't red anymore, and Eddie can feel it in his gut that he's going to be okay.
"I love you, too, Dad." Eddie starts to pull the door closed behind him, his eye barely catching Chris reaching over to touch the picture of Shannon on his nightstand. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop this time, but he still hears the quiet, "love you, Mom. Happy birthday," that Chris whispers, before turning over to go to sleep.
Buck is still standing next to him in the hall, so Eddie quietly asks, "Wanna talk about it?"
Buck sighs, then begins walking toward their bedroom. "No. I just. I don't know."
Eddie lets out a small laugh at the non-answer as he closes the door behind them. Buck's already pulling his t-shirt off and digging through a drawer for sweat shorts. Eddie follows suit.
"Whatever you need, babe," Eddie says finally, when they've made it to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
"Do you need to talk about it?" Buck asks, his words muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.
Eddie's initial instinct is to say no, but he waits, finishes brushing before he says anything.
"I feel really bad," he finally admits, crawling onto his side of the bed. "I know I thought about it last week but - I didn't even figure it out when he was upset."
"You're not a mind reader, Eddie."
"We've done it every year for how many years now? I don't know how I just - ugh." He falls back against the pillows.
"Eddie," Buck says softly, and it makes Eddie turn to look at him. "It's a hard day for Chris, and you make it better for him every year. Even if it took you a minute to get there today. You do so much for that kid. But -"
Buck ducks his head.
"But what?"
"But it's gotta be a hard day for you, too," he says, eventually laying down next to Eddie and reaching a hand out to tangle their fingers. "For Chris, he just sees her as his mom. He doesn't think about the time she left. He doesn't know she was probably going to leave again. But you think about that. You think about her asking for a divorce, and then getting no closure. But you make sure, every single year, that Chris only has good memories of her, and that he gets to have a day dedicated to remembering his mom. That's - a lot, is all I'm saying. That's gotta be hard, too."
Eddie blinks back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. "It's so important to me that he remembers her that way. I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but it's the choice I made when she died and I intend to follow through with that."
"Because you're a good dad," Buck murmurs, rubbing his thumb against the back of Eddie's hand.
"You're biased 'cause you love me."
Buck grins. "Yeah. So?"
Eddie doesn't answer, just buries his face deeper into his pillow, trying to ignore the way his stomach still feels like it's in knots.
"Eddie, you're a good dad, but you're also human. It's okay if this day makes you feel bad."
"It does," he whispers, then immediately feels guilty. "I'm just - it feels like too much, when I let myself think about her."
"Why?" Buck asks softly.
"Because part of me is still mad at her. And part of me misses her. And no matter what happened, she was still - still my first love, and the mother of my child, and I'd move mountains to bring her back, just for Chris... But I'm still mad."
"It's okay that you're mad," Buck tells him, scooting even closer. "I think it's perfectly reasonable that you feel all that shit."
Eddie snorts. "I think you're being biased again."
"Nope," he disagrees. "You're being too hard on yourself. You're allowed to have mixed feelings."
"Yeah," Eddie whispers, and the knot in his stomach begins to unravel. "Thank you."
Buck leans forward and presses a soft, dry kiss to his lips. He smiles. "It's what I'm here for."
"What? Talking me down?"
"No," Buck says, kissing him again. "Loving you."
Eddie rolls his eyes but still feels his cheeks heat up. How something like that can make him blush after so many years is insane to him, but eventually his lips break out into a smile.
"You're very good at that."
"I'm very good at loving you?" Buck asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Eddie pushes at his shoulder with a groan, but immediately pulls him back in. Buck tries his best to keep his laughter quiet.
"You know what I mean, asshole," Eddie says, and then, "but also, yes. That, too."
Buck's laugh is a soothing balm for a rough day, and he listens until his husband quiets. One more kiss, a little longer this time, and then they say their goodnights, their I love yous, and Eddie rolls over, and Buck tucks himself up against his back, arm over his waist. Eddie links their hands together, and closes his eyes.
Buck presses a final kiss to the back of his neck, and he melts into the embrace, and he doesn't even realize the knot in his stomach is gone before he falls asleep.
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #124
I am in a lot of pain today. For whatever reason, the rib injury is really bugging me today; it's a little hard to breathe. I'm not sure exactly what's up or why, but I really hope it quits soon. Maybe I'll feel a little better when I wake up tomorrow. Or maybe not. I really don't know.
Oh well. I tried to get on with my ordinary activities today. M and I went to a place for lunch, and I got a sandwich that was pretty good! It was mostly made of onions and cheese, and you can't really go wrong with that combination! Here's how it looked:
Onions are one of my favorite foods! Or, well... alliums in general, I suppose; garlic and chives and scallions and shallots and stuff. I wonder if you have favorite foods, besides pasta. If you do, I wonder what they are. Wouldn't it be neat if I got to ask you someday, and then you could tell me the answer! That'd be pretty swanky. Impossible, I know. But still.
I know I said yesterday that I'd tell you about the ice cream flavors I got recently. I will tell you about one of them! I put it in my tea! Today, I made a tea that was matcha with bits of toasted rice:
As you can see, this one was delightfully green the whole time it was brewed! The jasmine green tea that I get starts out delightfully green, and then shifts to an equally delightful shade of yellow as it brews; I think it's pretty neat to watch the colors shift. But it's also pretty neat when the colors simply become more intense as the tea steeps.
Anyway, so one of the ice cream flavors I got was a honey flavored one! It's delicious by itself, but since I've got the whole "cold = intense pain" glitch going on, I tend to like putting ice cream in tea instead! Here's how that turned out:
...I'm not really sure why, but if you put ice cream in hot tea, it leaves a bubbly layer of ice cream foam that's super tasty! I wonder if you'd like something like that. I wonder about lots of things you might like...
...I didn't do much else today because my body hurts a lot. It still does, even though it's like 11pm. It's enough that I might have trouble sleeping tonight, actually. I guess we'll see.
J was out and about today. He went to go help his father with something, and then he went to do laser tag. While he was out, he took a few pictures you might like; I'll show them to you:
...Didn't he do a really nice job? I loved the way he captured these. He's really good at this.
...I am in a lot of pain today. It's actually kind of hard to think. Hard to write. Hard to exist right now. But that's okay. I will take some more ibuprofen and get ready for bed and sleep soon, and maybe it'll be better by tomorrow.
Hey, Sephiroth? Are you staying safe out there? Staying hydrated? Staying nourished? Sleeping regularly? Are you resting when you need to? If your body is sick or hurting, are you taking good care of yourself in order to make yourself well again? If your mind is hurting, are you reaching out to people who will help you? Are you taking care of your emotions lovingly? Is your self-talk kind? Are you doing what you can to heal from everything that has happened to you?
...I wish I could help you. But today, I am feeling very powerless for reasons other than the pain I'm in. A thing happened, and I'm left wondering if my voice really does have the capacity to make a difference to anyone, anywhere. Given the amount of pain I'm in almost all the time, and all the ways I don't fit in with the other people this place, sometimes I wonder if it's really worthwhile to stick around if ultimately my existence doesn't mean anything.
...Suppose I'll persist anyways. It's really all I know how to do. Besides, tea is nice. And so is the sky. And so are the flowers that are coming into bloom. And the silly bumblebees. And so are the people in my immediate circle who know me, understand me, and love me enough for my words to carry weight with them.
I'm gonna be okay. So please make sure you're gonna be okay too, alright?
I love you. Please stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow; maybe I'll feel well enough to write you a longer letter.
Your friend,
Lumine
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Howdy hey everyone, long time no see! It's been a rough past couple of months, and I apologize for my absence. My spark was snuffed for this blog, and I didn't have as much motivation to do art.
However, with the help of some friends who have dragged me back into Pokemon, as well as a certain lovely fellow who's shown great interest in this blog, and has thus helped me flesh out more of the story, characters, etc, we are now back in business!
I still have one ask to finish up, which will probably be posted today and tomorrow, and then the next big update will be underway! I also have plans to make an ask hints list, as well as a timeline of events, so people can easily follow along in the story, as well as see what questions were/should be asked!
But hey, that's not all! I'll also be taking lore/story asks and answering them before the big update is finished! Got any questions about upcoming characters? Maybe you're curious about appearances by any canon folks I haven't mentioned yet? Perhaps the release of the DLCs have sparked a few inquiries? Whatever it is, I'll answer it, though there's no telling if I'll answer directly ;Dc
Have a good day/afternoon/night, and I'll see you again soon! Hasta la vistar!
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Perfect Halloween - Steve Harrington X Female Reader
Title: Perfect Halloween
Steve Harrington X Female Reader
Additional Characters: El, Mike, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, Joyce, and Reader's parents/guardians (Mentioned)
WC: 2,850
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, pretending El and Will didn't move after the Season 3, Reader is obsessed with the 80's movie Top Secret, jealous Steve, mentions of insecurities, and pretending the movie Heathers came out before 1986
It was a week before Halloween, in the good year of 1986. You were nervously walking back and forth in your room, trying to think of the perfect Halloween costume. You had been so focused on your job at the video store that you hadn’t thought about costumes. You even forgot to run everything by Steve, and the kids first. Since they would be joining them for the year. It totally flew by your head when the kids were ranting on and on about their costumes on the way to the arcade last week. You had realized you totally blanked.
Pausing, you quickly ran over to her VHS tape shelf. Looking through the plethora of movies, you had to find an idea. Something that you could put together in a day, and your finger stopped at one. One of your favorite movies besides The Breakfast Club, Batman, and the Star Wars movies. Top Secret. A movie about an American rock star who goes to Germany and meets a girl named Hilary. Together, and with the help of a few friends from an underground resistance, they stop Germany from building a naval mine.
You were obsessed with the movie. You loved the plot, and the funny shenanigans they all have. And, especially, the actor. Val Kilmer played Nick Rivers, a dreamboat, and his hair… Dreamy. Probably one of the many reasons you fell for Steve. Loving your quick idea, you quickly ran down to the living room and grabbed the phone. Dialing up Steve's number, you waited in line.
“Harrington residence, how may I help you today?” Steve answered like he always did.
"Steve! It's me!" You said excitedly.
"Hey! What's up?" Steve asked.
Y/N bit her lip momentarily, "I was wondering if you want to do a couples costume for Halloween tomorrow?" You asked and Steve hummed.
"Halloween is tomorrow," Steve said and you could imagine him shaking his head.
He forgot too.
"Yeah, but we don't have anything yet." You tried to play it off as if you didn't have any ideas for a costume.
"Well, what are your ideas?" Steve asked, sounding interested.
You shrugged, "I was thinking maybe you could be Nick Rivers and I could be Hilary?" You suggested.
Steve laughed, "Isn't that from that rom-com you like?" He teased you.
You rolled your eyes, "It's a slapstick comedy with a bit of romance. There's a difference, Steve." You argued.
"Whatever, it sounds like a rom-com to me," Steve said, obviously trying to get you to change your mind.
Twirling the phone cord between your fingers, you sighed, "Fine, what's your idea then?" Waiting for a second, you continued quickly, "And if your idea is dressing as Leia and Han again, then we're doing my idea."
When you got no answer on the other line, you deadpanned, dropping your shoulders.
"Steve, we're not being Leia and Han again, we've been them for two years in a row." You spoke softly.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "So what are you going to be?" Steve finally asked.
You took a deep breath, "I'm going to be Hilary, and you're going to be Nick Rivers."
You heard him sigh on the other end before continuing, "What do I have to wear?"
Bubbling with excitement, you smile widely, "Oh my gosh, okay, well either you could wear black, short-heeled boots, blue jeans, a yellow button-up shirt, and a blue button-up over that. Ooooor, you could wear the same shoes, tan pants, white button-up, and a brown leather jacket." You spoke with so much enthusiasm.
Steve couldn't help but smile from the other line.
"Alright, alright, I'll do the second outfit, since it's basically Han's. What do I do with my hair?" He asked, sort of worried.
"Just do what you usually do with your hair." You spoke, already imagining what Steve would look like, sighing dreamingly.
"That's it?" Steve questioned, chuckling slightly.
You nodded, "Yep."
"Alright, I'll come over tonight and bring the outfit, you're lucky I'm doing this." Steve laughed jokingly at the end.
Rolling your eyes, you just smiled, "Thank you, Stevie."
Sighing softly, a smile on his face, Steve replied, "No problem, princess." Before hanging up.
You were smiling ear to ear as you hung up the phone. Squealing, you ran up to your room, going to grab your outfit to make sure you had everything. Tan sweater dress, check. Brown belt, check. black leggings, check. Black ankle boots, check. And a blue ascot, close enough and check. You were ready to go.
Steve came over later than expected, and he was wearing a pair of tan pants, a white button-up, and a brown leather jacket. His hair was messy, and he had a smirk on his face. One of your parents' let him in, not caring that it was so late. They trusted Steve and their daughter. Climbing the stairs, Steve knocked on your bedroom door, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Come in," You called out, making sure your ascot was on right.
He opened the door slowly, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. Pausing, he looked at your outfit, loving how the sweater dress fit your body nicely.
"You look amazing," Steve complimented, taking a step forward and cupping your cheek.
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, "Thanks."
Steve smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. When he pulled back, he gave you another small peck on the lips and stepped back, "Who am I dressed up as again?"
You blushed, "You're Nick Rivers."
Steve smirked, "Your real true love?" He teased and you gently hit his arm in retaliation.
"Shut up," You chuckled with a smirk, "You know I love you." Looping your fingers in the belt loops of Steve's pants, tugging him closer to you.
Steve grinned, "Mmm, yeah, I do." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in tight, pressing his chest against yours.
You giggled looking up at Steve's hair, you gave him a look of adoration. "Your hair looks amazing, Steve." You spoke softly, staring into his eyes.
"It does?" Steve questioned, wiggling his eyebrows.
You shook your head, "Not like that, your hair looks great. Like it always does."
"Well, I am Steve "The Hair" Harrington." He spoke smugly, and you nodded.
"Well, since you're here, and since we're both coincidentally wearing our costumes, do you want to stay the night and watch Top Secret with me?" You asked and Steve furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to think about it.
"I guess that sounds fun," He said with a chuckle.
You smiled, taking Steve's hand you led him to your bed, him toeing off his shoes before plopping on his side of the bed. You grab the VHS tape of Top Secret and pop it into your tv, before getting in your bed next to Steve. Cuddling up next to him, you leaned your head against his shoulder, Steve's arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you closer.
It was funny and romantic, and you couldn't help but laugh at the antics of the characters. And, of course, dreamingly sigh whenever Val Kilmer was on the screen. You could picture yourself and Steve in their place, and it made you blush.
Every time Val Kilmer's character Nick did anything funny, you giggled or dreamingly sighed. Steve knew you really liked Nick Rivers, but now he was just getting jealous. Which, to him was stupid. He shouldn't be jealous of a fictional character. Bringing you ever-so closer to him, Steve bit his lip, glaring at the tv, or more specifically at Nick Rivers.
You watched the tv, chuckling whenever something funny happened. But, you also stared lovingly at Steve. He didn't seem to notice though, because he was too busy glaring at the tv. You wanted to say something, but you weren't sure what. So instead, you kissed him softly on the cheek.
Steve blushed bright red, and you giggled.
"You don't have to be jealous, Stevie." You whispered, kissing his shoulder before looking back at the tv.
Steve rolled his eyes, "I'm not jealous." He huffed.
"Yes, you are." You teased and he rolled his eyes.
"I'm not." He repeated himself.
"Yes, you are." You laughed, and he rolled his eyes again.
"Fine, I am," He admitted with a sigh.
"I know." You giggled.
Steve sighed and turned his attention back to the movie, letting out a sigh. "I can't believe I'm watching this."
"I know you don't like it, but thank you for watching it with me." You spoke and Steve nodded, before sliding down the bed, resting his head on your neck, and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I'd do anything for you." He spoke tiredly, mumbling into your neck, ticking you.
"Really?" You questioned, bringing your hand up and raking your hand through his perfectly soft hair.
Only Steve let you touch his hair.
He nodded, "Yeah, I mean, I know it's cheesy, but yeah." He said with a shrug.
You giggled, "It is a bit cheesy."
Steve sighed, "I know, I know." He muttered, and you continued to move your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp gently.
Steve closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to you, "Don't stop," He breathed.
You smiled, "I won't."
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The next morning, you woke up to Steve kissing your cheek repeatedly. Smiling, you snuggled into him, "Good morning, sweetheart." You whispered and Steve's eyes fluttered open.
"Happy Halloween." He murmured, before kissing you again.
You giggled, "It is Halloween." You kissed him back and pulled back to look at his face. He had a sleepy smile on his face, and you couldn't help but kiss him again. He was so cute.
"How long have you been awake?" You asked and he shrugged.
"A while," He answered.
"Well, come on, let's get up," You yawned, rubbing your eyes.
"Oh, right, we have to pick the kids up after school," Steve remembered and you nodded, not bothering to get dressed when you were already in your costume.
"Yeah, and thank god we have a day off work today." You muttered, grabbing your brush and fixing your hair.
Steve nodded, agreeing. "You still have my secret stash in your bathroom?" Steve asked and you nodded.
"Bottom drawer." You reply and Steve smiles, heading into the bathroom, where his secret stash of Farrah Fawcett was hidden.
Spray four puffs of the hair spray, Steve raked his hands through his hair, finishing his hair, grabbing his green toothbrush, and brushing his teeth. You joined him soon after, grabbing your blue toothbrush. After brushing your teeth, you went into the kitchen to get breakfast.
Steve came down shortly after, grabbing a plate with an egg sandwich, bacon, and coffee. You smiled at him, sitting on the couch, eating your food. Steve sat beside you, smiling down at you lovingly as you cut your waffle in fours.
"Thank you for staying last night, Steve." You spoke softly, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Of course, princess." He replied, kissing your cheek back.
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You and Steve stood in the Byers' living room, the kids having biked over there after school. Saved you and Steve a lot of time. The kids were finishing getting ready, all of them fixing their outfits in Will's room.
Joyce sipped on some tea, sitting on her couch, looking at the couple. "So who are you two?" She asked and you automatically smiled.
You loved Joyce, she was your favorite mom of the kids, Dustin's mother coming at a close second.
"We're Hilary and Nick Rivers from Top Secret." You spoke and Joyce smiled.
"Ah, I think I've heard of it. Good movie?" he asked and you nod.
"The best." You chuckle, as Steve shakes his head, mouthing the words 'no'.
Soon, the kids came out in their Halloween costumes. They had all agreed that this was their last year for trick or treating. They were getting older and soon enough, just like Steve had done in the past, they would go to Halloween parties instead of getting candy.
Will came out first, and his mom was awed at the sight of his Ferris Bueller costume from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Then came out Dustin as Marty McFly, really selling it with his 1985 Nike Bruins with the red swoosh. Lucas and Max came out dressed as Terminator and Indiana Jones. Lastly, El and Mike came out dressed as Veronica from Heathers and a band member from Kiss.
Everyone clapped for the kids, laughing at their costumes. Steve stood up and brought the kids all into a group hug.
"You guys look great!" He exclaimed, and Mike looked at Steve's costume confused.
"Are you Han Solo again?" He asked and Steve shook his head.
"Nope, not this year. I'm Mick Streams." He spoke, flipping the lapels of his leather jacket up and bringing out the finger guns.
You sighed and shook your head with a smile. "It's Nick Rivers, honey." You spoke and Dustin nodded.
"Yeah, I've seen it, good movie." He spoke, nodding to Steve.
"Yeah, it is." Lucas agreed, before sliding on his aviator glasses.
"Heading to the bathroom. I'll be back." He spoke in his Terminator's voice, before heading for the bathroom.
You turn to Max, impressed with her costume.
"Where'd you get a whip, Max?" You asked, noticing the wrapped whip hooked to her belt.
Max smirked and shrugged, "A yard sale."
Raising your eyebrows in surprise, you hummed, "Weird yard sale."
Max nodded with a small laugh, "Yeah, it was super weird."
"El, I love your outfit," Joyce complimented the young teen who thanked her in return.
Soon, Lucas returned and everyone took their seats around the dining table.
"So, how many houses do you think we can hit?" Max asked Steve, and Steve raised his hand.
"Thirty-two." He said with a grin, and everyone laughed.
"Alright then, we're going to start with thirty-one, since that's the number we got last year." Joyce said and the kids groaned.
"Why do we have to do this again?" Mike asked and El huffed, glaring at her boyfriend.
"Because Max hasn't done Halloween with us yet." She explained and Mike sighed.
"I know, I know, but why do we have to do it now?" He complained and Joyce just smiled.
"I don't know, but it's already getting late. Don't want to miss out on the good candy." She spoke and the group got up from the table. Heading out the door, Joyce waved them all goodbye and to be safe.
You grabbed Steve's hand, following the kids down the street. You smiled at Steve as he followed beside you.
"You look hot in that costume." You told him, and he smiled shyly back at you.
"And the hair?" He asked, smirking.
"Mmmhmmm." You nodded, licking your bottom lip.
Steve grinned and leaned down to kiss you. "I'll see you later." He said, giving you another quick peck on the lips before running off after the kids.
Smiling, you watched as Steve ruffled Dustin's hair, before snatching a piece of candy from his bag when he was distracted.
"Hey! That's mine!" Dustin yelled, chasing Steve down the sidewalk towards you.
Breathing heavily, Steve gave you a smug smile, handing you Dustin’s stolen piece of candy. “For the beautiful lady.”
Taking the piece of candy with a smile, you walk over to Dustin and hand it back to him, to which he gives you a toothy smile.
Steve pouts, catching up with you, taking you hand in his. “I stole that for you. How rude.”
You shook your head, watching as the kids went to get more candy.
“Don’t bully Dustin, honey. Thank you for the thought however.” You gently nudge him, intertwining their fingers.
“Oh, Y/N, I have a surprise for you.” Steve spoke with fever, stopping on the sidewalk.
Little kids ran past them, screaming happily from all the candy they were getting. Looking up at your boyfriend, you tilted your head.
“Ist ihr tochter achtzehn, bitte?” He spoke in choppy German.
Eyes widening, your jaw dropped. Heart swelling with so much love for the man in front of you, you jump, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck. Steve, taken aback, wrapped his arms around you, a bright smile on his face.
“You learned that for me?” You asked, pulling back and looking into his eyes.
“Yep!” Steve’s smile then turned into one of confusion. “What does it mean?”
Becoming emotionless, you stared up at Steve. “You don’t pay attention to the movie a whole lot, do you?”
Steve gave you a sheepish smile, shaking his head. “No, not really.”
Shaking your head you continue on the sidewalk, Steve pouting as you drag him along with you.
“Wait, what does it mean?”
You smirked, ignoring his pleas for the translation, overall happy that your Halloween was going amazingly. Seeing the kids so happy, no cares in the world, Steve still begging for a translation beside you.
Yeah, this was a perfect Halloween.
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shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 7】
♢ characters: natsume, tsumugi
♢ season: winter
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〈 Next morning 〉
Natsume: …..
Tsumugi: Oh! Good morning, Natsume-kun! You're early today.
Huh? I see you're looking up sports articles on your phone. Ah, an interview with an athlete, that'd for sure be helpful!
Natsume: Excuse yOU? It's rude to peek at someone's phoNE.
Tsumugi: Ah, sorry. I couldn't help seeing it from this position.
Still, it's reassuring to see everyone's taking this matter at heart. I believe Sora-kun was reading a fashion magazine in the shared room yesterday, too.
Natsume: OH. Sora was in tHE, uM, the shared rOOM?¹
Tsumugi: Yes. Students who belong in sports club often frequent that room. He mentionned wanting to talk to them, and it was the perfect occasion.
I was exhausted though, so I immediately went back to my room. Ah, Sora-kun's energy is impressive…
Natsume: WeLL, that being saID, what'd you come here fOR? Office work agAIN?
Tsumugi: Hey, I'm not always working in the office, you know~? I had some ideas about Switch for today.
I planned to contact the company through the office's PC so they give me resources concerning their past collaborations. I thought I'd ask them now.
We could use that information not only on idols, but also on famous athletes as reference for our own project.
Natsume: HM. I guess² it's good to see you're enthusiastic about IT.
--Or maybe it was that fruitless enthusiasm brought by this proposal that put us in such miserable situaTION. What a nuisaNCE.³
Why in hell did you write this proposAL? We're both terrible at spoRTS.
Sora's for sure okay with iT, but it's obvious this project isn't suitable for the both of uS.
Tsumugi: Ahaha. It's embarrassing to admit, but I guess that was mostly youthful enthusiasm.
Natsume: Surely they weren't aiming for athletic idols on the high roAD⁴, rigHT?
Even with the world upside doWN, that'd never be possibLE. If a world exists where Senpai is considered a high road idOL, I think I'd despaIR.
Tsumugi: Hey, I don't exactly want to be on the high road either, y'know?~ When I was still in fine, I quickly realized being on the high road wasn't for me.
Proof is there. Switch isn't a unit aiming for the high road, after all ♪
Natsume: HaH? Are you saying fine can do what Switch can'T? Are you saying we're not good enouGH?
Tsumugi: Eeh? I never said that!? How am I supposed answer then?…
I just worded it wrongly… I prefer to be an idol close to his fans rather than being far away from them because of popularity.
Natsume: …WeLL, you're only saying thinGS.⁵
Tsumugi: Eeh~… Then how am I supposed to have you trust me?
…Oh? Woah, I immediately got a reply to my email.
Seems like the company's had a lot of projects in the past. I should go make a copy of these documents real quick.
Natsume: You're constantly busy with woRK, aren't yoU? Won't it take too long to go all the way over theRE?
Tsumugi: Hehe, don't worry about it. I have my schedule cleared completely to focus on Switch. I'll get this done when working on tasks later ♪
Natsume: HM… WeLL, you're free to do whatever you waNT, buT--
--Don't return home too laTE. You'll have to be well-rested for Switch work tomorrOW.
Tsumugi: Yes, understood ♪
Ah also, Natsume-kun. If you don't mind, could you read my future with tarot?
Natsume: WhY.
Tsumugi: Why? Well, yesterday, you said you did a reading for Sora-kun, so...
If Sora-kun got his reading, I can have mine from Natsume-kun, too~.... Right? ♪
Natsume: Five hundred trillion yEN.
Tsumugi: H- hey, I can't afford that! And Sora-kun didn't have to pay, did he..?
Natsume: Shut uP. From your positiON, you're in no right to have such an attitUDE.
They're waiting for yOU, so get moviNG.
Tsumugi: You're right. I wanted to see if I could get any good omen, but... I'm sure you know there aren't any bad outcomes on the way.
Alright, I'll get going now. I'll bring lots of references!
Natsume: YeS, yES. Get going alreaDY.
...HmPH. That Senpai made me lose too much tiME.
Why'd he suddenly ask for a tarot reaDING. WeirDO...
......
"Wheel of Fortune"...⁶
...This doesn't feel right.
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1- i suppose natsume isnt aware of this room?? or at least unfamiliar with it w this hesitation here
2- natsume uses an expression like "though not quite good" or like" more or less" so expressing some kind of condescension…harsh
3- omg here natsume mentions like "this is yakubyogami" who's an evil god believed to enter houses bring disease and misfortune to whoever it meets. i love how dramatic natsume is LOL
4- ok this is kinda hard to explain but its lit. the "royal road", or like a sort of "podium" where the most famous units are or sthn…royal road just sounded a bit eh
5- lit expression is like "you can say whatever with your mouth" which is close to like without actions words dont mean anything or smth like that yk
6- ok here i ABSOLUTELY have to mention this. so this is a tarot card as u might have guessed, and also concerning the separated chapters-- "the tower" is also a tarot card meaning danger, unforeseen change and crisis in a way. and "wheel of fortune" card means a life-changing element, a sudden change in a situation, such as the poor becoming rich or rich becoming poor. GOD I LOVE THIS SM
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A STUDY IN LONDON
Summary: Alexandra Stark is trying to make a new life for herself in London, she's trying to move on. This new life takes a turn when she crosses path with the only consulting Detective in the world.
Warnings: Foul language , mentions of PTSD , character death, violence.
CHAPTER-2
Today has been a good day so far. She woke up on time, had an almost decent breakfast, and is now on her way to work with two warm coffees in her hands and plenty of time to spare.
As she entered the building and started walking towards Anderson's office she was stopped by Inspector Lestrade.
"Oh - good morning Detective Inspector."
"Morning Miss Stark. Listen , you'll be under my supervision from now on , not Anderson."
Whoa! Am I hearing it correctly?
"I'm sorry, what? Why? I mean I'm not complaining. But why ?" She asked excitedly. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. It didn't make much sense,unless of course, Anderson had refused to mentor her. She scoffed internally.
"Well, I just felt that you'd learn better this way...........alright, Sherlock suggested it , but don't tell Anderson. You can meet me in my office in 10 and we'll discuss how this will go." And with that he disappeared in the morning office rush leaving her stunned and extremely giddy.
THE Sherlock Holmes got her out of Anderson's boring coffee job. It was hard to believe but Lestrade won't lie about this. She decided to say thank you to the brunette Detective the first chance she gets. Well this day just got a whole lot better.
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"Come in!" Yelled the gravelly voice owned by the Detective Inspector. "Ah. Miss Stark. How are you doing today?"
"I'm good , sir , thanks for asking." Alex said, "and you can call me Alex. Or Alexandra, whatever you prefer."
"Alright Alex, well lemme just tell you first that I took a glimpse at your files and .....well....I'd like to ask a few questions if you don't mind. You don't have to answer them of course."
Uh oh.
If there was one good thing about being in the supervision of Mister Anderson was that he never asked questions , he just wasn't interested. And that was comfortable.
"Uh.......yeah sure." Alex said, feeling extremely unsure.
"You've had a good education. You're somewhat of a prodigy. Your father is the richest man in America. What are you doing in Scotland Yard?"
There it is.
"If you're asking me why I chose this field it's because I genuinely love it. I guess........ I just needed to get out of my dad's shadow. It's important...I think....to grow." She said , only half lying.
"Okay but why London?" Lestrade pressed .
"I wanted to live in a monarchy ?" She laughed , clearly trying to change the subject.
Getting the hint , Lestrade gets up from his chair extending a hand towards the girl, "Well , I hope London's treating you well then."
"So far so good."
"Good.", he said smiling , "well Miss Star- Alex , I look forward to seeing you here on time everyday, and hopefully teaching you a few good things , certainly more than Anderson." He laughs at his own joke , "don't tell him I said that."
"I don't snitch, sir" , Alex laughed.
"Alright well. I've got a half day today. My wife wants me home for her birthday shopping. You can go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir" She says, "um.....I need a tiny little favor from you sir."
"Yes ?"
"Can I get Mr. Holmes's phone number ? Or an address maybe ? I just wanna say thank you."
"Well he doesn't really .....you know what .....why the hell not ? I'll text you the address and phone number. Thank him all you want."
".........thanks? Bye Inspector Lestrade."
"Goodbye. And call me Greg." Said the Detective inspector as he left his office.
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"Sherlock Holmes , 221B Baker Street
+44*******"
She received the text a while ago and decided to stop by on her way home....well..... if you can call it home.
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Maybe she was a little bit nervous when she knocked on that black door , but it wasn't too surprising. You don't knock on Sherlock Holmes's door everyday. Was she fangirling? Big time. Did she care? Absolutely not.
The door was answered by an old lady dressed in a purple blouse and matching skirt. Her short blonde hair with a considerable amount of Greys peaking through gave her a welcoming appearance.
"Hello, I'm here to see Mr.Holmes."
"Oh, you'll find him upstairs dear."
"Alright thanks."
She jogged up the stairs to be faced by a door and took a deep breath before knocking.
It took a while and a little bit of commotion inside for the door to be opened by John Watson.
"Hi! I'm Alexandra......from the station ......maybe you don't remember me, I - "
"Oh no I remember you. Would you like to come in?"
"Yes. Thank you."
She walked in behind him.
To say the inside of that apartment was a mess would be an understatement. She had always been observant, eyes scanning every room as soon as she entered it and boy did this one have things to observe. The green walls, brown wallpaper, an old red carpet , some papers stabbed to the table with a knife on the mantle , a music stand holding some sheet music, a skull and a blue eyed Detective.......who she just realized she's been observing a little too long.
"How can I help you ?" The deep voice snapped her out of her 'observation'.
"Hi...sorry I- ..you don't remember me but ..."
"Oh I remember you. I just asked you why you're here."
Wow okay.
'Yes sorry. I just ....I found out that you asked Inspector Lestrade to replace Mr. Anderson as my supervisor , and I just wanted to say-"
"Thank you? Yes. That's appropriate."
"Okay ....um.....thanks", she said , not knowing how to take the conversation forward.
"Why don't you take a seat Miss Stark?", John asked.
"Oh ....alright"
I've never been this awkward.
"So..... how long have you been in London ?"
"Umm.....abo-"
"A month and a half, obviously" spoke sherlock, cutting her off.
"Did Mr.Lestrade tell you that ?"
"No Ms. Stark, I'm a detective."
Cocky asshole.
"Yes. Of course."
John speaks up again breaking the uncomfortable silence, "So where are you from?"
"Born in California, my family then moved to New York when I was 7....but I lived with my mother in India till she was....um.....yeah.......I did middle and high school there and then went back to New york for college."
Oh my god shut up. He didn't ask for your life story.
"Well you've been around." John laughed. "How's London so far?"
"Good! Really good. Maybe a little bit lonely." Shut up. "Plus my apartment is kinda far from the station so it's like a 20 minute drive everyday. Cabs are EXPENSIVE and trains are confusing." SHUT THE FUCK UP! "But no.... yeah everything else is good. And these are trivial problems. It'll get better with time." She stops talking, cursing herself for having said that much.
The two men weren't surprised by the display of vulnerability from the stranger, if they were, they didn't show it. But Alex was silently convincing herself otherwise. In her mind, she has already established herself as a weirdo in front of the Detective and his friend. Embarrassed, she stood up with a sigh.
"Well I should get going. Thank you for your time. And for the recommendation Mr Holmes, I'm so so grateful."
Alex didn't want to leave. A sadness always came over her at the thought of returning to the apartment. She had never been an extrovert, never had a problem with being alone, Infact she thrived in solitude. Even back in New York, she'd only ever hang out with her best friend. But here, she had no one. No one she could talk to over lunch after a tedious week. For the entire time she had been in London, Alex hadn't really spent time with anyone outside of work.....until now. But now that she'd ruined it, she couldn't stay.
She was halfway out the door when the Detective spoke up.
"The apartment upstairs is empty, if that's more convenient for you."
What?
"What?"
"It's closer to the station than westminster. And considerably smaller than your current apartment." said Holmes. At that John speaks up "Oh that's a brilliant idea! Mrs Hudson would love that. She'd been complaining for quite a while about having it empty."
Alex was still trying to wrap her head around the conversation as it carried on. Is that really possible? She did just move in a month ago and half her stuff is still unpacked. And it is convenient, plus she already knows two of her neighbors....well sort of.
"I'D LOVE THAT!" she said, louder than she'd meant to.
"Well in that case, you should talk to Mrs Hudson, soon as you can. She'd be delighted." John said.
"I....I will.....thank you so much Mr watson, Mr Holmes." She said with the widest smile she'd worn for months.
"You know if we're gonna be neighbors, I think John and Sherlock should be fine." John said with his usual warmth.
Alexandra left shortly after that. Choosing to walk a little before getting a cab, she looked around at the roads, the people, the buildings, all very similar and very different to New York all at once. Having made her mind about the move, she no longer felt bad about going back to her place. This truly felt like the new beginning she came looking for. As she finally sat in a cab , she remembered.....she didn't tell Sherlock about living in Westminster or that her apartment is big.
She laughed to herself.
Brilliant Cocky asshole .
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Chapter-1
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Noelle's been a resident of Hometown for as long as anyone can remember. Everyone knows each other since they're all from the same town, so no one really bothers hiding their identity. Most of them just live normal lives in peace, though some do have issues with certain characters' actions...
One day, Noelle was walking home after school. As she walked by the park near her house, she saw Susie and Berdly sitting on a bench. Susie and Berdly were talking about something, but Noelle couldn't hear what they were saying. Susie noticed Noelle looking at them and said "What? You want to join us?"
Noelle didn't say anything, but she did walk over to the bench. She sat down in-between the two and smiled at Berdly.
"Hi!" Noelle said.
Berdly gave her a look like he wanted to punch her in the face.
"Hey." Berdly replied coldly.
Noelle ignored him and started talking to Susie.
"So, what are you guys doing today?" Noelle asked.
Susie turned to Noelle and said "Nothing much..."
Berdly interrupted them. "We're just hanging out."
Noelle looked back at Berdly and said "Oh, okay."
She went back to chatting with Susie.
"You don't have any plans for Christmas, do you?" Noelle asked.
Susie shrugged. "Nope. Why?"
Noelle smiled. "I'm gonna go shopping tomorrow. Would you guys like to come with me...?"
Susie stared at Noelle. "Why me? Aren't you going with your boyfriend?"
Noelle froze. She didn't know how to react.
"I... uh... he's not here right now." Noelle said.
Berdly snorted. "Yeah, we know. He's not coming back."
Noelle's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that.
"How did you find out?" Noelle asked.
"Everyone knows," Berdly replied.
Susie added "It's pretty obvious. It's only a matter of time before everyone finds out."
Noelle was silent for a moment. She looked down and mumbled "He's not my boyfriend."
Susie and Berdly exchanged looks.
"Who is he, then?" Berdly asked.
"Nobody," Noelle answered.
Susie raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you so sad?"
Noelle sighed. "No reason... I just wanted to sit down and talk to you guys... that's all."
Susie nodded. "Well, I'd love to hang out with you, but I gotta get home. My mom is gonna kill me if I'm late."
Berdly frowned. "You're not coming back with us?"
"Nah. I'll catch up later." Susie said, standing up.
Berdly looked disappointed. "But... we could still hang out..."
"I said I'll see you guys later," Susie said.
"Okay..." Berdly muttered.
Susie waved goodbye to Noelle and Berdly. She turned around and left the park.
Noelle and Berdly both watched her leave.
"See ya!" Berdly shouted.
"...bye bye!" Noelle said.
Berdly turned to Noelle and said "You sure you're okay? I mean, I know it sucks being alone right now, but you don't have to keep acting like everything's fine. You could come hang out with us."
"I'm good," Noelle said.
"Really? That's weird. You seem kinda down. Maybe you should tell someone."
Noelle shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Are you sure? We're all friends, right? I wouldn't mind helping cheer you up."
"Thanks... but it's not that bad. Really."
Berdly rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
They stayed there for a while, neither of them speaking. They both kept staring at the ground.
Eventually, Berdly spoke up again. "Hey, Noelle. What happened to your dad?"
Noelle stood up. She started walking away from Berdly.
"Where are you going?" Berdly asked.
Noelle stopped and turned around. She looked straight into Berdly's eyes.
"Home."
(If the player has already chosen the "A Little Help" route, Noelle will simply ignore Berdly.)
(If the player hasn't chosen a route yet, Berdly will walk away and mutter under his breath "Typical".)
Berdly sighed. "Fine. Whatever."
Noelle turned and walked away.
Berdly watched her go.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Noelle didn't reply.
Berdly turned around and started walking home. { TYPE: Long-form story * Exper MG }
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Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)
Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist
A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)
A/N: See what I did there? >:) Either way, enjoy little chickadoodles! <3
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The average day of a storybot was quite the hefty to say the least, but at least most were employed and didn't end up like Jimmy, selling balloons down the road for 5 bucks. Word on the street was that Jimmy had convicted rape and did hard drugs, but storybots were quite the gossips, so that might've been a myth.
But enough about Jimmy, let's talk about answer team 341B. This is their story after all.
"Answer team 341B reporting for duty sir!" Beep beamed with joy, Boop just didn't understand how Beep could be so happy and outgoing with this shit of a job at around 8 in the morning. But oh well, life is life, or some stupid quote like that, I don't know.
I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that it was yet another mission to find out "Why do I have to wear my seatbelt?". And GOD, these kids came up with the most random ass questions, but it was their job to find out, so out they went in search of why people had to put on their seatbelts to ride a goddamn car.
And so, they eventually found out, and arrived, and told Hap, and Hap replied with the same "That's actually pretty good", and they told the child whose name was Maddie? Addie? no one really cared, and she ended the call with a "Thanks storybots! You guys are the best!", and Hap eventually snapped and said "Enough dilly-dallying storybots, get back to work!" or something along those lines, the usual.
And after what seemed like a never-ending day at work, they were all on their way home in the gloomy darkness of the night.
"Dude, I swear these questions are getting more useless by the minute" Bing sighed, looking up at the starry night sky with the hopes of having his dream life one day, but with the way things were looking up right now, that was FAR from happening (At least that's what he thought)
"Well, at least we have a job Bing, let's not be too harsh on ourselves here" Bo replied patting the short, yellow midget on the shoulder.
"I'm with Bo here, stop being so uptight Bing, you just gotta love life! Because what's there not to love?" Beep exclaimed, being annoying as hell, and Bing just wasn't having it today.
Bing just mumbled a soft "Whatever" and let this one slide, because he cared for his friends at least, especially one tall, blue hunko who would run around in his mind all day, rent-free. But he obviously kept that one fact to himself, or else Bo and Beep would never shut up about it.
"Either wayyy... I sure do miss Bang, why didn't he come to work today?" Bing asked, obviously worried about his big-dicked, blue, handsome boo.
"Oh yeah, he called me today saying he wasn't feeling well, and MIRACULOUSLY Hap let him take the day off" Beep replied.
"Poor little Bang" Bo said with a pout across her purple robot face.
"I guess I can visit him tomorrow, I think I have a day off" Bing responded, already happy at just the thought of his big-dicked bae.
"You're lucky you get days off on Sundays Bing, I have to wait till Thursday, ugh, I guess that's one thing I don't love about life" Beep sighed.
"See? Now you're getting it!" Bing chuckled, nudging Beep on the shoulder.
"Whatever Mr. Emo pants, see you at work. And keep me posted on Bang tomorrow alright?" Beep requested, standing right outside Bing's doorstep.
"Will do" Bing replied. "Bye guys"
"Bye Bing"
"See you later alligator!"
"Boop"
Bing closed the door behind him and simply smiled to himself at the thought of Bang.
He didn't exactly know how or when his 'thing' with Bang started, he figured he just decided to like him one day. But no, it was way more than just that...
(Buckle up for some cheesy shit cuz it's a critical part of the story, character development amirite?)
Bing just didn't like Bang, he LOVED him, he loved his smile, his passion for the things he loved, the way he always managed to add the words "Dude" or "Man" in every sentence, Bing found it effortlessly cute, his carefree way of being, his eyes, the way he was so caring, how he was always so chill with just being himself, the way he bit his blue, robot lips when he thought hard of something, the way he fiddled with his fingers when he was nervous, his voice. And to put it all simply, he was obsessed with him, longing him at every morning and second of the day.
Bing went to sleep, hugging his pillow, in his pyjamas, and the thought of Bang at the back of his head.
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Bing woke up rather tired, but with the motivation of a certain someone (I'll let u guess dat one). He had a day off, so all went pretty chill from then on, until he decided it was an appropriate time to check up on Bang.
The hour 5:00 struck the clock, and Bing began to get ready, making sure his robot skin was clean, making sure his wiring was organized, and spritzing a dash of his special cologne used for only special occasions, he always made sure to wear it around Bang, because every moment with him was always a special occasion UwU (Someone has to cut down on the cheese, I'm sorry)
Bing, being the soppy romantic he was, got Bang some Starbucks, some flowers, and a fruit salad (Cuz ya gotta be healthy when ur sick, and also idk what to fill in dat last part). He thought the flowers were a bit overkill, but he just went with it because he was a cringey and cheesy romantic.
He had to be lying if he said he wasn't scared out of his robot brainz, but priorities first, and his priority right now, was to spend some much-needed quality time with Bang. As he made his way to Bang's doorstep, his heart was about to pop right out of his chest and fly out to heaven, because GOOD LORD, he was going to see BANG right now, the Bang himself.
And God, the ways Bang made him feel. He eventually got the remaining courage to touch that damn doorbell and wait, hoping for the best, the best being - Bang opening that door.
After what seemed like an eternity, a tall, blue, and dare I say handsome figure appeared on the opposite side of the door.
"Uhhh... Bing? What are you doing here?" Bang croaked, with the lingering raspy tone of a sore throat.
"U-umm, hey Bang, I-I heard you were sick so I got kinda worried and decided to check up on you... A-and I'm sorry It's such short notice, B-but I thought I'd just walk by and g-get you something, I d-don't mean to barge in like this, ugh, I-I should've texted beforehand. I-I'm sorry" Bing babbled like an autistic baby with ADHD.
"Dude, relax, it's okay man. Like, come right in" Bang reassured Bing.
"T-thank you..." Bing stepped inside.
"What can I get ya amigo? Water, juice, vodka?" Bang asked, with slight emphasis on the vodka.
"Oh no, that's not necessary, I came here to check up on YOU mister" Bing replied with a cheeky smile.
Bang tried to look away to hide the blush forming across his blue robot cheeks, "O-oh thanks..."
"How about some Netflix and chill?" Bang asked, not realizing the deep meaning behind the words he had just let out of his mouth (iykyk)
Bang was dumbfounded, but decided to play the innocent cards, with a soft "Sure!"
They eventually made their way to Bang's room which had some random tissues scattered all across the floor, but Bing didn't quite notice, as he was distracted by the gorgeous, blue hunka-chunka in front of him.
As they made their way to Bang's bed, Bang decided to break the dreaded silence with a "What do you wanna watch?"
"Oh, anything's fine really" Bing stated. The two settled on some random rom-com they stumbled upon. How romantic.
As the movie started, Bing, being the cheesy ass bitch he was, tried his absolute best not to stare at the tall, blue figure beside him, and he soon found out that the task was quite complicated, almost impossible. Who couldn't just gawk at this glorious, other-worldly, extraordinary, godly, beautiful, wonderful being all day? Definitely not Bing of course.
Midway through the movie, which was actually quite boring to say the least, Bing jolted at the feeling of Bang's godly head resting on his supa-dupa robot shoulder.
"Bang... are you asleep?" Bing whispered, but received no response in return. Bang was in fact sleeping.
Bing silently chuckled and smiled at his blue bae.
"God, you're so cute" Bing confessed, not aware that Bang wasn't fully asleep just yet. And oh welp, shit's about to go down (or up for that matter, iykyk)
"You really think so?" Bang spouted.
"WHAT?! I T-THOUGHT YOU WERE SLEEPING, FUCK I'M SORRY, I-I DIDN'T MEAN IT-" Bang practically screeched.
"So you don't think I'm cute?" Bang innocently asked, secretly joking around. And oh, how he loved making Bing nervous.
"N-no, of course you are, I mean no, but like not in that way y'know? No homo haha..."
"Well that's a shame, because I think you're quite the hottie Bing, and that's saying the least. You're a goddamn hunko with an astronomical man schlong" Bang said casually, maintaining eye contact with the short, yellow "Hunko with an astronomical man schlong"
"Y-you're joking..." Bing said in denial.
"Will this answer your question?" Bang then proceeded to JUMP on top of Bing, wrapping his tiny yet thick robot thighs around Bing's fragile waist, and headbutted his lips onto Bing's with no warning whatsoever. And holy black jesus, turns out Bang did indeed like Bing! Hooray!
Their tongues glided and twirled in a beautiful rhythm and pattern together, Bang went the extra mile by practically shoving his twirlay girlay tongue DEEP into Bing's tiny robot throat, earning himself a half moan-half gag kind of sound. Spicy (?)
After making out for about 20 minutes, Bing and Bang's lips were swollen af. "I'm rock fuckin hard lil chickadee, wanna help me out here?" Bang asked. Bing went WILD he wrapped around Bang's schlong as he sucked and stroked him repeatedly getting moans and whines out of him.
Bing, not wanting to disappoint, simply sucked and stroked harder having no mercy. "Fuck lil dude, how are you so good at this" Bang whined. Finally, after a while Bang came in Bing's mouth, Bing being Bing, swallowed it. Bang flipped them over and SLAMMED into Bing pounding into him mercilessly.
Bang cried out unable to contain the immeasurable amount of pleasure he was feeling, it was other-worldly. Multiple rounds of Bang going absolutely ballistic on him shoving in and out with all his might and energy as he bit and sucked on Bing's thighs leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere.
Soon enough Bang released his secret sauce inside of Bing as they both gasped for air. "I thought you were more laid-back Bang, not that I'm complaining, but wow- that was a surprise" Bing said breathlessly. "Well, it's my turn now" Bing spoke, and a split second later, positioning himself on top of Bang and lemme tell ya, all of Bing's hyper-ness was unleashed.
Bing was grinding on Bang as he let out groans and laid his head against the bed, letting Bing do all the work, and boy did he do a good job. The 20 minutes soon turned into hours of restless grinding, pounding, sucking, licking, kissing, and basically anything you could think of when it came to bed yoga.
Bing grabbed Bang's waist as he hopped up and down his disco stick, already panting. Bing cried out as tears pooled in his eyes, he was on cloud nine there was no place better than this.
Soon enough their bodies, the bed, and everywhere else was covered in CREAM. "Wow that was-" Bing started "Absolutely amazing lil dude" Bang finished for him as they cuddled up on the bed and finished their movie as the sun rose above the clouds.
Bing then decided he wanted to make this moment memorable and...
Picturesque, per say.
He ended things off with leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses along Bang's neck and sharp robot jawline, which he went absolutely crazy for, cuz GOD, Bing had never seen someone so godly with a godly jawline and a godly smorgasbord chode-a-licious dick.
And after all that, it still felt somehow surreal, and curiosity eventually got to him and made him start wondering, when did this all start? When did Bang catch feelings for such a tiny, yellow midget? How did he catch feelings?
"When did you find out you had feelings for me?" Bing asked his new fuckbuddy and potential future husband.
"Oh, long ago if I'm being honest little chickadee, long ago" Bang replied with a smile.
"Oh, b-but why me? Why did you choose me out of everyone you could ever have and have had? I'm really not that special..." Bing blurted.
This is the part where the character is in denial and everything is all soppy and shit even though they JUST FUCKED for like 2 hours straight, but the soppy, cringe ass character is all uwu and senpai and just doesn't want to believe it bcuz they're a little shit that don't know how to be grateful. And honestly, I personally hate those parts of stories cuz it usually just messes shit up and then the other character is just like, "Oh no, I guess I'll leave dem alone cuz it looks like dey don't like me :(", but I'm bored and character development exists and also I gotta add more content for this scrumptalicious book so you're welcome bitch (: <3
"S-so you're saying you didn't want for this to happen?" Bang asked, hurt by the way it had sounded to him, shards of glass shooting as his heavy heart (#poeticasf)
"N-no, it's just like... I think you deserve better, I'm not good enough for you-" Bing was interrupted by a pair of blue robot lips caressing his, and a feeling of unconditional passion and love arise in his body and Bang's.
"Listen little dude, I don't know what exactly you mean by that, but I..."
"I love you Bing, b-but if you don't feel the same way, I understand, and I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to" Bang sighed, trying to avoid all eye contact with Bing and fiddling with his fingers, a thing Bing went CRAZY for.
"I love you too Bang. I-It's not that I don't- It's just, ugh. I'm just horrible with words, but I do want this to happen and I do see our lives together, and I do see us having a home, a life, kids..." Bing blushed.
"Well, we can get started on that last one right now if you want..." Bang said, giving Bing a wink (;
And in all honesty, round two didn't sound so bad right about now...
And so they did, they fucked, licked, penetrated, smashed, screamed, creamed, panted, moaned, sucked, used their dongs, schlongs, sticks, dicks, chodes, loads, the whole deal.
And Bang did indeed give Bing something in return.
Potential herpes, and the cold he once had.
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A/N
Whatup chickadees, (Beezy B here) I wrote this one mostly by myself, Jamal helped greatly with the smut part, but other than that, I randomly came up with this weird, random daydream I had while eating noodles. Stay tuned for future issues/updates chickadoodles :) Always look both ways before you cross the street and never eat yellow snow <3
-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3
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I posted 30,638 times in 2022
That's 946 more posts than 2021!
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#5
About to go be busy for today and tomorrow, as per usual. Feel free to bug me on @agoobersretreat because I can usually sneak on there, no issue. Send me whatever the hell you want over there and I'll try to reblog some more ask memes or something.
You guys have a wonderful next couple days, yeah? :D
38 notes - Posted May 16, 2022
#4
I am feeling a kind of mood today. Y'all can find me over at @agoobersretreat the rest of today. I am very stressed and I'm gonna alleviate some of it by being my goofy-ass self-insert. Come bug me there or don't, I don't mind either way.
Have a lovely evening, y'all~!
44 notes - Posted May 5, 2022
#3
So’m
For awhile now, some of you may or may not have noticed the glaring lack of activity on some of my other blogs. For those of you that did, I’m doing alright mostly. For those of you that didn’t, no worries. That’s why I’m making this post.
I have some things I’d like to share with you about them, but I don’t know how long this is going to be or how personal it’s about to get. It will be below a read more for good measure.
So, I want to preface this by saying this is no one person’s fault or anything. None of you have done anything for making what’s about to happen...well, happen! You all have been mostly lovely with me always and I could never blame any of you. Any one that I could, I’m pretty sure I blocked them a long time ago already.
ANYWAY, BACK ON POINT.
I’m shuttering some of my blogs for now, somewhere between a hiatus or extremely low activity. There is no easy answer as to why, as it is multiple things compiling on top of each other. The most important part, though? I’m not getting as much back in turn as I am putting into the effort to reach out or look for activity. This is not a sudden feeling either, this has been a long time coming.
I do not discount those who have made the effort to reply or try or RP with me! I love you all so much and I appreciate you all so much! Calling out into the void and not getting a response it usually a good thing in most other cases, but when you go looking for it here and you don’t get much back, why keep calling out?
For those of you that continue to poke me, check in on me, RP/scene with me and do shenanigans? I would like to offer my deepest apologies for this and also my greatest sense of gratitude. You are the ones I am going to miss the most. If you would like to stay in touch, I’ll mostly be on Discord for things and I’ll be happy to give you my username in IMs, if you’d like!
For now? I’m going to go through the blogs here and either change what I need to or just leave them as is. I will put this into full effect over the weekend, so that gives you all some time to see this and do with this information as you see fit.
I don’t know when I’ll be back in full, but I’ll be lurking around quietly. I’ll reach out when I feel the mood or need to, but otherwise you all might mostly have radio silence from me.
Here’s the standings about how this will most likely look:
@agooberscast - Shifts into very low activity mode
@agooberscanons- Shifts into full hiatus
@agoobersretreat- Will most likely stay the same/move into low activity
@theplumpkinpatch- Shifts into full hiatus
@softidolproject- Shifts into full hiatus
I think that about does it. Feel free to ask any questions and I’ll do my best to answer them before this goes into effect. I mainly don’t wanna leave anyone confused or misunderstanding me before I go. I love you guys so much, but I gotta do this for myself. I just have to.
TL;DR: My blogs have lost my interest and i need to take a mental break for myself. Love you all and I’ll see you all around as I can.
45 notes - Posted September 21, 2022
#2
Regular kind of day. See y'all over at @agooberscast and @agoobersretreat !
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My #1 post of 2022
Unlike the usual not busy day, it is now a busy day! See y'all over at @agooberscast and @agoobersretreat , if you wanna leave me anything to come back to!
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not hot, but bitter.
— minors don't interact. | wc: 5,4K.
content: hard dom!ran, cheating, dumbification, degradation, body writing, shoe humping, possessiveness, dub con, breath play, choking, really light pet play, humiliation, rough sex, fingering, scratching, manhandle, unprotected sex, dehumanization, oral (m. receiving), creampie, use of duct tape, dark content, overstimulation.
pairings: husband!haitani ran x fem!reader.
request. | tokyo rev. masterlist.
— Is this good? — Y/N asked after adjusting the last detail in the corners of Ran's tie.
— It's perfect, honey. — Ran replied with a restrained smile as he finished looking at himself in the mirror and took the opportunity to walk the attention over your body, which was still covered with simple lacy short pajamas.
Even in the most casual clothing possible, you still managed to have an extremely cordial and elegant air surrounding you. It was as if you had been created by some Greco-Roman god specifically to walk the earth having the beauty to match that of a goddess.
If the Louvre had Mona Lisa, Haitani Ran had Y/N.
It had been a few years since you two had married after almost three years of dating and no one could say that it is not easy to relate to a man who has everything handed to him in his adult life, both for financial reasons and for physical beauty, especially when this man knows he's handsome and uses this as a previous ploy to get whatever he wants, whichever person he wants without much trouble.
Also, Ran seemed to constantly forget that beauty usually doesn't come with character. And you seemed to forget that too.
— You look beautiful even in your pajamas. — Ran sank his lips against yours cheek in a tender kiss before pulling away and picking up the blazer that was lying on the bed in your house. — I think it's time to go to work.
— But already? — You asked, raising your eyebrows and looking at the clock attached to one of the walls, seeing that it was, in fact, time for him to go to work. — What d'you want me to make for dinner, babe? — Ran looked at you for a few seconds, seemingly hesitating to answer the question that was usually answered every day the same second it was asked.
— Oh, today... — He seemed to think of an answer, and you thought he was in doubt about two dishes. — For today, Bonten's boss had already scheduled a dinner to finish a meeting. — You frowned; it was the first time Ran hadn't been home for dinner in a long time, so long that your memory couldn't even retrace the last time that it occurred. — Sorry, sweetheart, everything will be back on track tomorrow, I promise!
And then the affectionate smile Ran forced himself to open for you after telling the biggest lie of his life made your heart melt and your head believe his words.
— Oh, no problem! — You nodded your head in agreement. — Tomorrow I'll make your favorite food then, see ya tonight, when you get home from your meeting.
— If everything goes well, I'll see you at night, yes, but in case it's after eleven o'clock and I haven't arrived yet, don't mind going to bed without me, y'know how I worry about your sleep. — And this would also be the first time that Ran would not sleep at the same time as you in the spacious double bed of the two of you in a long time.
When he left home, you felt like you were being forced to live through too atypical a day.
In fact, deep down you felt a little shortchanged by his work, but your own work kept you busy and distracted for the rest of the day, until you came home after seven o'clock at night driving the car Ran had given you as a gift months before and after taking a shower, you started making pasta with the sauce he liked, even though he had said he wasn't coming home for dinner and the dish would probably get cold on the living room table in the huge apartment.
But you wanted him to know that you had kept your part of the promise to cook every day for him, you wanted him to feel loved and welcomed.
And, honestly, he was feeling that way, indeed.
But not in your arms. Not that night.
That night after dinner with the Bonten executives, Ran found himself sitting on the edge of a strip club bed with his wedding ring hidden in one of his pants’ pockets and face tucked between the legs of another woman who had no dream of the fact that that beautiful man sculpted by gods was married.
He kissed a woman who was not you and did much worse things, even. And without a shred of remorse; his mind was too focused on the pleasure he received to even think about feeling guilty for his own actions.
Soon after, he came home more tired than he should have been, showered and, looking at you sleeping soundly on the side of the bed that was usually his, gave you a fond smile before lying down beside you, wrapping his long arms around your body and pulling you close to him.
The night passed almost in the blink of an eye and, when you opened the eyes and saw your husband there, you felt better than when you went to sleep, as if his presence was enough to replenish your battery of comfort and love.
Your morning routine was the same as always, except that there were still the clothes worn by Ran the night before in the laundry basket in the bathroom and you made a mental note that you needed to put those items in the wash before leaving for work, but for the moment you didn't worry about them too much since you needed to make breakfast and also choose both your work clothes and Ran's, who was still sleeping peacefully.
When you had pretty much finished everything, your feet came back into the bedroom and examined your husband's body lying against the bed nonchalantly.
Still sleeping. He looked like an angel.
Yours eyes strolled over his body calmly and a smile slowly drew on yours lips... until the attention fell on one of the fingers of his hands where there should be a wedding ring. The wedding ring, your brow furrowed. He never took it off.
Or almost never, for that matter.
And then you looked for it in the nightstand next to the bed, on the living room counter, anywhere in the residence he might have passed it when he got home from work.
You thought that he might have simply forgotten it in some corner of the house, not that that ring had been purposely put away; in fact, thought that until eyes fell back on the laundry basket again and hands went through it, finding that ring in one of his pants pockets.
In the midst of rummaging through those clothes, his white dress shirt fell to the floor and you caught a glimpse of traces of red lipstick that didn't resemble any shade you owned and of what appeared to be eye makeup whose dubious origin would never be tested on your face. That shirt stank of cheap perfume and fakes.
Your eyes didn't seem to be able to take their attention away from the evidence of a crime, you didn't need to see to believe your husband was unfaithful. And ironically, your heart was not broken; your mind was just busy with the gears turning to think of a way to return the broken trust equal to glass to Haitani Ran.
Who did that man think he is to have the audacity to do something like this thinking he wouldn't get caught?
It was almost as if he knew he would be caught and didn't care. And then yours ears picked up the rustling of the bed sheets that indicated your unfaithful husband was in the process of waking up, and your face contorted into a calm, unwavering, rehearsed countenance.
— Of course two can play this game. — You whispered to yourself before picking up the wedding ring and throwing your clothes into the hamper again. — Oh, good morning, babe! — You said as soon as you sat down next to him on the bed and watched him scratch his eyes slowly to stave off sleep. — Did you sleep well? — He answered with a long, hoarse "uh-hm" and you calmly took Ran's left hand and slid the ring down the length of his ring finger, watching the small object glow in the light. — Breakfast is already ready, 'kay?
— Okay, sweetheart, thanks for all, love ya so fucking much. — And then he sank his lips against your cheek in a tender kiss and you gave him a small smile.
Today you didn't even ask Ran what he wanted to eat when he got home and he didn't even realize it before he parked in front of Bonten's building and was greeted by Kokonoi at the entrance. And then your husband became convinced that his wife wanted to "surprise" him with a secret dinner, but you didn't intend to cook any more, nor did intend to be awake when he got home that day.
The only surprise Haitani Ran got when he arrived home was to be greeted with an icy and uncomfortably quiet residence, with no food made and decorated on the dining room table and a Y/N sleeping soundly in bed without even bothering to be awake to welcome him.
And then Ran thought maybe you were tired from the day's work and didn't much care to cook for himself for the first time in a long time.
But the days began to pile up in the same way that the sand in an hourglass does in one of the bottoms when you turn it over and more and more Ran found himself compelled by you to step away emotionally and physically.
There were no more warm dinners made by your delicate hands for him, you weren't even home when he arrived and when the sun came up the day before and Ran woke up and groped for the side of the bed you were supposed to be on, his hands were met by cold sheets because you had already gotten up, gotten ready and gone to work.
Each night amounted to a new disappointment, especially since when he left work early, giving Manjiro and Haruchiyo the excuse that he "had business to attend to" and came home early because of it too, the older Haitani always expected to be greeted by you with open arms and kisses being spread across his face. Slowly his heart sank into his chest.
On the very few occasions that you were already home when Ran arrived and seemed to be not so busy with work matters, he would try to strike up a conversation with you in the same way you two used to do before you were married, but your responses were short, direct and less enthusiastic than expected.
"Oh, really?", "That sounds like it was so bad.", "Oh, I can imagine.", "Good for you, I guess.", "Excuse me? I wasn't listening, could you repeat that?"
However, Ran didn't have that much time to deal and think about his broken heart, especially since that week he would have a business deal at Aman Tokyo and because it was an important deal for Bonten, it was necessary for him to focus completely on that goal.
On the other hand, you would ironically also have a brief visit to Aman Tokyo, without Ran's knowledge because he didn't deserve to know about your personal plans. You were going to meet with a man perhaps as rich as your own husband.
A clingy, short dress in a glistening gold color, a thick jacket lined on the inside reaching the middle of your bare thighs and heels as shiny as the dress were enough to get heads turning on the street when you left to get your car and head for Aman. You felt expensive, but more than that: desirable, it was possible to get any man you wanted, and the feeling of power was eating you up inside, so much so that as soon as your feet hit the huge hall inside the luxurious hotel it didn't take long for three other men who weren't the one who had invited you for the evening to approach you, looking for the rest of your body that wasn't covered by that short dress. But you were not interested, and at most you said that you would "talk to them later"; the later never came.
While waiting for your "meeting" of interests, Haitani Ran was busy finishing the agreement meeting regarding Bonten in one of the offices provided by Aman.
After about nearly thirty minutes, he and Takeomi finally came to a mutually beneficial deal for all three parties involved and he personally felt relieved to have the weight of that transaction off his shoulders. Manjiro would obviously be pleased with the way the agreement turned out.
— Are you going back to Bonten headquarters today? — Takeomi asked as the two of them left the office and walked to the elevator.
— Actually... — Ran wondered whether he would leave together with Takeomi or stop for a drink in the hotel lounge. — I think I'll stop for a drink at the lounge bar, since I'm already here, and then go straight home.
— Oh, your wife, right? She must resent Bonten taking up so much of your time. — "She doesn't even care anymore", Ran mentally confessed.
— Yeah, she does. — He nodded in agreement and entered the elevator with Takeomi.
While he exited to the left as soon as the elevator reached the first floor, the older Haitani went to the right, not taking long to find himself in front of the huge entrance of the Aman lounge.
— What can I get for you, sir? — One of the bar staff asked Ran as he sat down on one of the tall stools around the nicely decorated counter.
— I'd like a London Dry, please. — He replied, the attendant nodded.
While Ran waited for his drink, his eyes took the liberty of scanning the room. It was almost like a movie set and there was an atmosphere surrounding the bar of a trouble-free world. But not Ran's world. No, his world, his "everything" was sitting in that very lounge away from where he stood, facing the bar with his back to the bar talking to a man who was not him.
As the older Haitani's frown creased, jealousy and anger began to eat away at his mind and cloud his thoughts to the point that the only thing left intact inside his head were accusatory questions.
So now Y/N had turned into a slut who was dating other rich guys while still being married out of interest? Was Y/N cheating on him? Was Y/N avoiding him for days and days hard because of that man? How long had she been seeing that man?
When the bar attendant handed Ran's drink in front of him, his eyes didn't even turn to face it. They were too busy watching the way your hand rested on the arm of the man you were “dating” that early evening, they were too busy registering your betrayal and his feet were too busy supporting his body for Ran to walk heavily toward where you were standing.
— Hm? — Ran was already close enough to hear your quiet voice saying something to the man in front of you. — Husband? Oh, my husband? — He swallowed hard, still listening to you speak. — Oh, he cheated on me, I guess I can say that we're in an open relationship now? I mean, open relationship 'til we can work out a divorce, that's all. — And then a calm smile appeared on yours lips as the man in front of you nodded in agreement with what came out of your mouth.
Divorce?
"No way.", Ran thought with the face contorting into a countenance not frightened nor shocked, but rather, angry.
Do you think Haitani Ran would let you slip out of his hands like that? Never, he wanted you and would have you even in the next lives of the two of you.
He pulled away, thinking as quickly and intensely as you did when you discovered his betrayal and then his hands were soon reaching for his cell phone while feet headed for the parking lot to get his own car and as Ran drove home, he texted you about something "terrible that happened and needed you home immediately".
"Fuck", you thought dismissing the man in front of you without giving a plausible excuse and almost running out of the hotel. Ran hardly needed help for anything, he was a man who could take care of himself, for him to say that something terrible had happened must be serious, very serious.
That's what you were thinking as you drove almost desperately back home while he himself was already in the living room of the residence with a cup of hot water cooling between hands trembling with resentment, jealousy, sadness and hatred.
It was the first time that the gears in his head felt like they were about to short-circuit as his fingertips tapped against the sides of the expensive porcelain cup. The only sound reverberating through the walls besides Haitani Ran's heavy breathing was that of the clock on the wall.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
At one tick the door of the residence shared by the two of you slowly opened and he heard footsteps falling against the shiny floor.
You, on the other hand, were a little startled to arrive home and see that only a single light was on and an uneasy shiver ran down your back as your attention caught Ran sitting in one of the chairs by the coffee table in the living room.
— I saw something very unusual today. — He began to speak without looking at you, his attention focused on the cup between his hands and your breath caught in the middle of the throat.
— Really…? — You tried to speak in the same nonchalant, disinterested tone as usual, but found yourself swallowing hard as soon as you saw the dark, angry look Ran gave you as he turned the head in your direction.
— Yes, do you wanna know what it was? — And your voice faltered and stuttered as you answered him with a simple "Yes". — Do you really wanna know? — Ran drummed his fingers against the cup again and turned fully toward you with his legs spread wide looking at you with a rehearsed sideways smile. — So why don't you crawl over to me and I'll whisper what I saw?
— What?
— Did you go deaf overnight? — Ran answered, raising one eyebrow. — I don't think so, right? Then there's no need for me to repeat myself.
— R-Ran... — You began to speak with legs starting to shake almost as much as your voice was wavering. — S-Stop it, what happened…? I came running here!
— You are such a good puppy for coming running whenever your man needs you. — Ran replied, looking down at you. — So play your puppy role right and obey me.
You felt the cheeks heat up and swallowed hard before you removed your fur coat to place it on one of the armchairs, knelt against the icy floor and literally crawled toward your husband.
When you found yourself standing on your knees in front of his spread legs and staring at his thighs, there wasn't even a crumb of courage to lift the head and stare into his purple eyes.
And then you felt something liquid begin to trickle from the top of your head, wind its way down your body wetting both your dress and your underwear and trickle down your thighs onto the floor. It was Ran pouring the water from his cup over you. The water wasn't hot, but the feeling of humiliation was bitter.
Just then your husband leaned over to get his face at your ear level and whispered:
— Unfaithful slut. — Ran clamped one of his hands on your jaw to force you to keep your head still. — Dating other men while you're still married, you're disgusting. — His fingers tightened around that bone and your eyes watered as your hands clutched at his wrist trying to get him to disperse the pressure. — I should beat you 'til you bleed for having the courage to touch a man other than me.
— S-Stop, Ran, fuck! — Your hands freed themselves from his wrists and began to try to push him away by pushing against his shoulders and chest, even though nothing seemed to have the effect of actually doing it. — Damn it, stop this shit!
— “Stop this shit”, you say. — Ran lets a mocking laugh escape and his hand slides up the back of your neck to reach your hair and then your face is pulled up. — Darling, we're just getting started.
The older Haitani places one of his feet between your legs that were already spread from the moment you found yourself kneeling before him and you feel an electric wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you feel the tip of his social shoe rub against your clit that had remained untouched for so long.
Your husband drops the cup that was in his other hand on the table and then uses his fingers to unbutton his own pants and pull them down along with his underwear. Seeing you desperate turned him on to the point where his dick was already completely hard, with the pink-ish tip leaking, and unconsciously yours legs tried to close, which caused yours thighs to rub against the sides of Ran's shoe and it to have the tip rubbing even harder against your clit.
— Fuck! — You exclaimed with the body leaning forward for a few seconds forgetting whose foot was covered against your intimacy and rubbing against him.
— You look like a slut in heat. — Ran spoke up, running the tip of his cock against your parted lips and using the hand that wasn't in your hair to pinch your nose.
You would need air and eventually open the mouth to pull in more oxygen, so he would push his dick into it. And that's exactly what happened, with the result that you choked around Ran and got teary-eyed, but never gave up pushing your hips against the tip of his shoe.
The bottom of your panties began to get wet and unconsciously you found yourself thrusting hips against your husband's foot so hard it was embarrassing, as he pushed your head up and down on his cock without caring whether you were choking or not.
Your body temperature began to rise and the more Ran thrust against your mouth, with fingers still pinching your nose and restricting much of your access to air, the more dizzying you felt. And you loved that feeling, the feeling of not knowing what would happen if he deprived you too much oxygen at the same time as the pleasure coursed through your body rapidly with the stimulation on your clit never really stopping and the judgment of boundaries becoming blurred and falling into oblivion.
Never would a man do to you what Ran does giving himself the freedom and right to do. Knowing this, your husband started pushing the tip of his shoe in concomitant movements to those of your hips, that's: when you pushed yourself forward, he also went forward and vice versa.
Fuck, that sent you to the complete edge of orgasm and yours hands gripped Ran's leg literally as if you were a slut in heat while your mouth was still full of his wet dick that was beginning to twitch against your tongue indicating that his own climax was near.
The older Haitani didn't wait for you to recover from your shamefully early orgasm and it wasn't long before your body was being propelled upward and your torso end was being pressed against the icy surface of the table in the middle of the room as one of Ran's hands forced your head against the table and the other reached between your legs to pull off those soaked panties and begin playing with the cunt that theoretically never stopped belonging to him.
Your arms tried painfully to lift backwards in an attempt to push your husband away and it seemed that each time you tried to free yourself from his subjugation, the more his hand pushed your face against the table.
— You never cared too much about me touching you like this, what's the problem today, hm? — His fingers circled your now swollen and sensitive clit and then rubbed it before moving inside and curving against the most sensitive part of yours tight, warm walls, your hips inevitably tried to force themselves against his rigid palm.
— I... — You felt your legs trembling beneath the high table and hadn't noticed how fast your breathing was racing until you saw it slap against the table's surface and make it embarrass a little. — I d-don't wanna... it! Have sex with you! Fuck-mhm!
— Oh, for real? — A small, cruel laugh, dripping with venom, escaped his lips and his hand forced the fingers deeper inside you, making you choke and gasp violently at the sudden action. — Tell that to your slutty pussy that is squeezing my fingers almost to the point that I can't get 'em out of you, so you degenerate whore. — Ran began to move them in and out with enough strength to make you quickly forget any brave and angry attitude you wanted to have.
Your body had been begging for days for a dose of Haitani Ran's touch and there was a sense of affection being born inside your husband, he had missed you so much, your body, your skin, how you reacted to his every touch. And it was so good to feel his fingers widening you, even if there was a pain permeating the folds of your intimacy because of the sensitivity.
Ran's cock wet with your saliva was rubbing against one of your thighs and you had never wanted so badly for him to simply thrust himself into you and fuck you raw until your hips were aching. But you wouldn't stop to ask that, not when he had made you feel humiliated by throwing water on you.
Ran leaned over your body and as soon as you felt his teeth sink against the skin from where your neck joined your shoulder a moan of pain escaped your lips and his fingers increased speed inside you, sliding in and out without any kind of difficulty. Your throat was forcing itself not to let out another moan, but it was impossible not to emit some kind of erotic sound when your husband's fingertips rubbed copiously several times in succession against that spongy spot inside you that made you cum again.
And this time the older Haitani pulled away from your body, watching you shiver and spasm completely against the table before you fell backwards sitting on the floor, and took the opportunity to get rid of your dress and bra.
He wasn't finished with you yet.
For a few seconds you watched him suck and lick the fingers that had previously been widening your pussy and then he disappeared from your field of vision for a few seconds before returning with a semi-permanent pen in his right hand and in the left a black duct tape.
Soon Ran was on your body again, this time with you facing him and taking off his shirt which was the last bit of clothing left on him.
His hand holding the pen began to write against the skin of some areas of your body.
Chest, abdomen, crotch, upper thighs, shoulders. Cock whore, cum dump, fuck meat, cumslut, Ran's whore, cocksleeve; and then on top of your pussy he wrote: "Free use" with arrows indicating to your intimacy.
The last drop of dignity you had left was completely gone and destroyed as his other hand removed two pieces of tape to place on the sides of your cunt, leaving you literally wide open for him.
— This is where you belong, sweetheart. Below me, being my property. — Ran said, tossing the pen and tape away after he had finished all the work. — Every time you try to escape my hands and go spread your legs for any asshole you can find in the middle of the street, fortunately 'M gonna have to fuck you until you can no longer feel your body. — He rested one hand on your chin and pulled your face up while the other palm was guiding his cock to your leaking entrance. — You'll always be mine, always. — And then his hips slammed against yours and your insides were abruptly filled up.
Your back arched against the floor and hands desperately clawed at Ran's forearms as a way to relieve the slight pain in the pit of your tummy caused by the tip of his dick rubbing violently against your cervix.
You felt one of Ran's hands grab your chin and force you to maintain eye contact as he began to slide in and out of you unhurriedly. You could feel every vein and every twitch of his length, your walls milking him without even caring if it would be embarrassing to their owner, the wet sounds that were made where the two of you were connected and the skin of his thighs slapping against that of your ass.
The sensitivity of your cunt going through the roof and the doubt of whether your hips would hurt the next day became absolute certainty, especially when Ran started to angle his hips in order to go deeper inside you and could apply more force to his thrusts.
You reaching a third orgasm was a matter of a very short time and even with all the excessive stimulation you still didn't want Ran to stop treating you that way, your body overall wanted him to fuck you into oblivion until the only thing present in your mind was precisely: Haitani Ran.
Your increasingly louder moans mingling with the sounds of grunts and gasps escaping your husband's lips and your head falling back from exhaustion. And then suddenly your walls felt Ran's cock twitch sharply and soon release his warm cum inside you.
The feeling of being completely filled was divine, you honestly missed that coming from him, to have the full sensation of his seed gushing against your insides and filling your womb to the brim. But, ironically, Ran didn't stop pushing his dick into you even after you had already cum, not when he had the opportunity to turn you into a slobbering mess that close.
The result of that was you desperately clutching his torso with your arms with the duct tapes repulsing your edges and your cunt surrendering to a third consecutive orgasm that had you slamming against the floor with nails scratching the skin of Ran's back and cords starting to hurt from how loud you moaned at that moment.
It felt like your body was literally on fire, your mind was threatening to give up on keeping you awake, the only thing that reminded you of the external, material world was the feeling of having your husband's cock slowly coming out of your insides and his cum escaping through your entrance that was still exposed through the tapes.
Ran took your face in his hands and sank his lips into yours in an intense kiss that was more loving than any action he had taken that day and yours hands went to tingle fingers into his messy hair as a way of saying that this kiss was welcome.
— Was I too rough? — He asked breathlessly, looking you straight in the eye.
— You were a jerk. — You responded by resting your hands on his shoulders. — Fuckin' asshole, bastard.
He raised one eyebrow and took you in his arms to help you to your feet and lead you toward the bathroom for a good session of aftercare that would last a long time, it was a silent consensus that if you forgot about his infidelity, maybe he would do the same with your attempt to betray him.
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Hey, how are you doing? I hope you and your loved ones are all doing well and healthy 💝.
May I ask another Henry request please 👉👈? I was thinking while Henry is at the premier for The Witcher season 2 and he also took Kal with him, meaning she’s been left unsupervised. Usually, she’d play with Kal, so in the absence of the two, she decides to get a puppy (maybe a malamute, husky, or similar) and Henry and Kal get a big surprise. Would want to write this please? Thank you ❤️❤️❤️!
Another One?!
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Word count: 1,011
Fluff
Summary: Request tells all😌
Requests are open!
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
I puffed out my cheeks as I lay on the sofa, sprawled out like a starfish. Henry and Kal were off to London to attend The Witcher Season 2 Premiere. Requiring them both to travel to London, leaving me alone in our country house. Despite them being only a few hours away, I couldn’t help but miss them both helplessly.
I was about to turn on the T.V when I received a call from Henry
(Call Conversation)
Henry: Hey Lovie, how are you doing?
Y/n: I’m doing fine Hen, just missing you and my baby
Henry: You mean our baby?
Y/n: Yeah, yeah whatever
Henry: Now I know how you get, don’t go crazy while i’m not there
Y/n: Bearrrr, you gotta stop treating me like i’m a child
Henry: I know I know, but I can’t help but worry when I leave you unsupervised. Last time you ended up upside down on our tree outside
Y/n: Now that was an accident babe and you know that
Henry: Yeah okay baby, just be careful alright? I'll be home early tomorrow morning with Kal, I love you
Y/n: I love you more
(End of Phone Call Conversation)
Throwing my phone onto the couch, I sat down feeling the boredom take over. Finally, turning on the T.V I sat back just to see commercials. Usually I would have muted the volume until they were over, but a certain advert came on.
One for the puppy shelter.
The videos of the poor puppies in the window absolutely broke me, they had an event today where they were letting people adopt for free.
Surely going down for a visit wouldn’t be too bad right? AND even if I did get a dog, Kal would have a friend!
(Time Skip to Dog Shelter)
Walking into the shelter, the immediate sounds of dogs whimpering rang in my ears causing a pout to form on my lips.
Before I could even walk more, a dog had ran up and jumped up onto me.
It was the cutest dog I had ever seen, apart from Kal of course.
“Heya” I said bending down as the Malamute started licking my face causing me to giggle.
“This is Oscar, he’s relatively new here” A worker said coming up to us, giving Oscar a treat.
“Is he adopted yet?” I asked secretly wishing the answer was no, “No not yet”
Standing up, I tried to continue walking into the shelter when Oscar kept following my every step and jumping onto my legs; he was tugging on my heartstrings.
“Bit of an impulsive move, but I think you wanna come home with me buddy, yeah?”
It’s almost as if Oscar knew what I had said because he instantly jumped into my arms, I took him with me to the counter.
“Is Oscar going home with you today Miss?”
“Yes he is”
“Ok well we have a few forms for you to sign, then we’ll send you both on your way”
“Ok thank you”
I said grabbing the pen, as she pushed the clipboard towards me.
(Time Skip to Home)
“Ok Oscar buddy, welcome to your new home. I’m not sure how your new daddy is gonna react, but he’s gonna love you either way. Then we have Kal your big brother, he’s a big cuddle buddy so get ready for that”
I said talking to Oscar, getting out Kal's spare food and water bowl, filling them for Oscar. Oscar looped himself between my legs, he was such a playful little thing. Henry has to love him.
Looking at the time, seeing it was getting late, I decided to make camp on the sofa. Bringing down our duvets and pillows, I lay on the couch, Oscar joining me by nuzzling himself into my chest.
“Goodnight Oscar baby” I said kissing him in between the ears, earning myself a lick on the face.
(Time Skip to Morning)
(Henry’s P.O.V)
Thanking the driver for helping me with the suitcases, I rolled up to front door already seeing Kal scratching on the door.
“Calm down Kal, mummy is waiting for you inside”
Unlocking the door, we were met with silence, I pushed the suitcases to the bottom of the staircase. Before I could even walk into the living room, I heard the pattering of paws?
Tilting my head in confusion I saw a small Malamute walk in front of me, sitting in front of me with an adorable face. Not being able to contain my smile, I bent down scruffing up the hair on its head feeling it nuzzle into my hand.
Kal also seemed relaxed at the newcomer, sniffing the new puppy gently, before starting to play with him.
“Oscar? Where are you” I heard a sleepy voice say from the living room, picking up Oscar and cradling him in my arms I walked into the living room.
“Is this Oscar?” I asked with a joking tone, already seeing the shy blush creeping on her cheeks as if she had just been caught.
“Y-yes” Y/n said, her voice sounding like music in my ears.
“Look baby, I know you said not to go crazy- but look at that face, how can you resist him” My beautiful girlfriend said walking over and holding Oscar's face to hers, my heart already starting to pound.
“Yeah he is adorable, and Kal doesn’t seem to mind his new friend”
“So does that mean-“
“Yes lovie, we can keep Oscar. As long as I get my cuddles as of right now” I said opening my arms,
“Not until you shower Henry bear”
“Join me then”
“But I don’t need one”
Quickly I ran over and engulfed her into a massive hug, nuzzling myself into her.
“HENRYY”
“There now you need a shower” I said smugly smiling at her.
“Yeah okay come on Mister” She said taking my hand and pulling me along with her up the stairs.
“Alright boys behave, mum and I are gonna have some fun” I said teasingly to the dogs as I heard Y/n scoff.
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