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andvys · 11 months

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It's just us | S.H.

Warnings: 18+, angst, cheating (reader and Steve get cheated on by their partners), heartbreak, betrayal, enemies to lovers, King!Steve, smut, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, r and Steve are both over the age of 18, mentions of reader having nipple piercings

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve hated each other from the first moment you met but when you get betrayed by the people you love the most, all you have is each other.

Word count: 8k+

Author's note: I was really fucking close to making this an Eddie fic or at least a Steddie fic cause Eddie Munson owns me but this one is for my Steve girlies and for the ones who asked me to write for him before so here ya go. And I'm back to focusing on my one and only

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part two (steddie x reader)

There was one person that you hated more than anything, Steve Harrington. From the first moment you have laid your eyes on him, you just couldn’t stand him. You hated his cocky and arrogant personality, his perfect reputation, how sure of himself he always was. You hated King Steve, you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he used every opportunity to piss you off, he said things that he knew would get under your skin.

He hated you too, he hated how loved you were, he hated how popular you were. Both of you rivaled each other, he was the captain of the basketball team and you were the head cheerleader. In a perfect world, you would be together and people would call you a dream couple but instead you two hated each other’s guts.

You threw nasty words at each other, bickering every time you were around each other. You avoided him as much as he avoided you and for a while it worked until he started dating your best friend, Nancy.

Over were the peaceful lunch breaks at the cafeteria where you would only sit with her and your boyfriend. Steve started tagging along with her, greeting you with cocky grins and mocking waves whenever he would sit down opposite of you.

Not only were you forced to spend every lunch break with him, you also had to tolerate him during movie nights, parties and even worse, double dates.

You hated him more and more.

You thought that your boyfriend would take your side, joining in on the Steve Harrington hate train but oddly enough, they became friends.

Months went by and you had hoped that Nancy would realize what a douchebag King Steve is, leave his ass in the dust and find another boyfriend but she seemed happy and he did too.

Nancy and Steve were happy.

Jonathan and Steve got along.

Everyone got along, except for you and him. You hated him but god, you grew to love the fights and the bickering, you found entertainment in them. You loved pissing him off, loved teasing him, loved throwing mean words at him even when you knew that he would do the same and say something hurtful in return.

Yes, Steve Harrington got under your skin but you got under his too. It was clear, the way his cheeks turned red and his eyes flashed with anger, he would clench his jaw and his fists before he’d turn away from you.

“Tina is throwing a party this friday, are we going?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend and your best friend.

“Of course, we’re going,” Steve says.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him, “I wasn’t talking to you, Harrington.”

Jonathan sighs, mumbling your name in annoyance.

You ignored him, continuing to look into hazel eyes with a challenging look on your face.

“Bitch,” Steve mumbles.

“Steve!” Nancy exclaims, turning towards her boyfriend with wide eyes, “that wasn’t nice.”

“Aw,” he shrugs, throwing his arm around her shoulder, he turns back to you, giving you a small smirk, “I’m sorry, queen y/n.”

You scrunch your face up in annoyance, he knows you hate when people call you that.

Rolling your eyes, you reach for the fries on your boyfriend’s plate, throwing some at the man in front of you, “shut up, asshole.”

He dodges the fries, laughing when they hit some kid behind him.

“Are you gonna wear one of those ugly leather jackets again?” He asks you, “they make you look cheap, y/n.”

A laugh falls from your lips, you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, “at least I don’t let my mom buy my clothes,” you say as your eyes trail down his shirt, “seriously, have you ever stepped foot inside a store yourself? Your mommy still dresses you up like you’re some innocent little virgin.”

His smile falls and he scoffs at you, “I’m not a virgin.”

“I know, you’re a whore in virgin’s clothes.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, “seriously?” He snorts, “you wanna call me a whore now?”

You are both so caught up in each other, you don’t notice the stolen glances between your boyfriend and his girlfriend, the longing gazes, the forbidden touches between the table as they reach for the other’s hand.

If you paid more attention, you would have noticed it a long time ago already but you were focused on other things.

Jonathan was a loving and sweet boyfriend, you had no reason not to trust him.

If you would’ve just known..

“Are we gonna go to the movies tonight?” You ask as you finally turn away from Steve and look at your boyfriend, smiling at him, you’re unable to see the guilt in his eyes.

He blinks, coughing nervously.

Nancy looks down at her food tray, pushing around the salad she hasn’t touched, her cheeks are red, her brows are furrowed.

You don’t notice how weird they are both being but Steve does, it is something he hasn’t noticed before but feels like it’s always been there, the tension in Jonathan’s shoulders, the distant look in his eyes, the furrowed brows as he looks down at you.

“Uh, shit, I-I no, I forgot to tell you, I’m taking Will to the record store tonight and he asked for a movie night,” he explains.

Steve expects you to frown at his words, sigh sadly and mumble a quiet ‘oh’ but instead your eyes light up and you grab Jonathan’s shoulder, “oh! Can I come with you?” You ask excitedly. Steve might not know much about you except for the very obvious things but he knows how much you love spending time with Will.

“We just wanna have a boys night, next time, alright?”

Now your smile falls, only for just a second but Steve sees it, he sees the disappointment in your eyes, the one you quickly mask with a pretentious smile, “oh that’s fine, umm I hope you’re going to have lots of fun,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek, he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t even reach his eyes. You lay your head on his shoulder, linking your arm with him.

A weird feeling settles in the pit of Steve’s stomach, he leans back and stares at the man in front of him, he sees the way his eyes meet Nancy’s blue ones, it just for a split second but he sees it.

A few months ago, he wouldn’t question it. He never had a problem with their friendship, Jonathan was her friend before he became her boyfriend and you never had a problem with their friendship either, you trusted them.

Maybe you shouldn’t have.

Steve doesn’t know why but he can’t shake the feeling that something is off, that things have been off for a long time now. He tells himself that he is overthinking things, that he lets his anxious thoughts get the best of him but they had only gotten worse when Nancy canceled their date after he had dropped her off at home, he was excited to take her out, he had it all planned, he would take her to dinner and movies and afterwards they’d watch the stars at lovers lake but instead he was left in the cold after she told him that she couldn’t go out with him because she had to help Mike with his homework. Mike, who was here at Benny’s diner with Will, Dustin and Lucas.

“What the fuck,” he mumbles as he stands there, staring at them with a dumbfound expression on his face.

Mike was clearly not in need of help for his homework and Will didn’t seem to have plans for a movie night any time soon. Someone drove them here but it wasn’t Jonathan, no, it was Eddie Munson who jumped into the empty seat next to Dustin as he held some book in his hand.

Slowly he started piecing everything together and as he thought of all the times Nancy had canceled their dates at the same time as Jonathan had canceled yours, his stomach dropped. Those weird looks both of them shared earlier today just added to his worry.

He forgot about the order he had placed and rushed out of the diner, ignoring the waitress who called for him when she held the bag and a drink in her hand. His mind was running wild as the worst scenarios rushed through his thoughts.

He doesn’t even remember how he got into the car or how he drove all the way to the Wheeler’s house. His heart was racing and his hands were clenched into fists, he was nervous and the anger inside of him was already building up.

He had suspicions but he didn’t want to dwell on them, not yet. But when he climbed up the wall to his girlfriend’s window, hoping to find her studying or listening to music, he didn’t find her doing any of those things. Instead, he caught her having sex with your boyfriend.

He grips the wall tighter when he almost loses his footing. He can’t even stop the gasp from escaping as his eyes widen.

His girlfriend is having sex with your boyfriend.

Nancy is fucking Jonathan, Nancy who is your best friend.

He stares in shock, frozen in place and with a broken heart he stares at them. Jonathan’s hands are on her waist, gripping her tightly as she bounces on his cock. She bites her lip to stay quiet.

The bile rises in his throat, he feels sick, he feels betrayed and angry.

He turns away and closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before he jumps down into the grass. He almost throws up into Karen’s beloved flowers but he holds himself together, at least for now.

Tears brim in his eyes, he doesn’t understand.

Why would she do this to him?

Why would she hurt him like this?

Why would she cheat on him?

Why would she do this to you?

You have always been her best friend, you grew up together, your mom’s are best friends. You have always been by her side, you have done everything for her. You could’ve chosen other friends, you could’ve been friends with other popular girls like Chrissy Cunningham but no, you stayed friends with Nancy.

And Jonathan… Now, Steve had become friends with him when he started dating her and thought that Jonathan was actually a pretty decent guy but before that, he had always wondered why you even gave him the time of your day. You are the popular and annoyingly happy cheerleader and he is just, well, he is Jonathan. The boring freak. But then again, rumor has it that you have always liked to associate with men who weren’t anywhere near your league and apparently you liked to fuck freaks, that’s something that Steve could never believe. You were a good girl, you had that innocence in your eyes that told him that rumors were just rumors.

For some time, Steve thought that you were playing a prank on Jonathan, that you dated him for a bet but when a year had passed and you still looked at him with those stupid heart eyes, he knew you were serious about him.

Now he feels like throwing up, he isn’t just angry for himself, he is also angry for you. If the betrayal hurt him so much, what would it do to you?

The moment he steps into his bathroom, he drops to his knees and pukes his lunch out.

God, he has never felt this sick in his life before. How will he ever move on from this?

He loves her with all his heart but he is so incredibly angry and hurt. He spends the rest of the night crying, unable to catch a moment of peace. He stares at the ceiling as he lays in his lonely bed, tears stream down his face as his mind replays the horrible things he had seen.

What should he do?

Should he confront them? Should he break up with her? Should he make a scene and humiliate them in front of the whole school? No, he is not like that and he wouldn’t do this to you.

He doesn’t know what to do. So he pretends that everything is fine.

He takes a shower, styles his hair and picks out an outfit that you won’t tease him for. He drinks his coffee and then he picks up Nancy but the moment he lays his eyes on her and she gives him that cheerful smile and kiss on the lips, he feels himself growing sick again. How could she pretend that nothing happened? How could she kiss him like this when her lips touched his last night?

The anger diminished a little only to rush back even more intensely when he was forced to greet Jonathan at school. God, he wants to punch him so hard, he has to restrain himself from doing so. Especially when he lays eyes on you. A big smile is resting on your face, your eyes are shining with happiness, your perfect ponytail is bouncing as you rush through the hallways with your pretty little cheerleader uniform. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist and lay your head on his back, “hi babe, I missed you so much last night.”

“I missed you too, y/n,” Jonathan says as he smiles, placing his hand over yours.

Steve grows hatred for the man and for his girlfriend when he feels her squeezing his hand.

He can’t even stop the scoff before it falls from his lips, causing all three of you to look at him in confusion.

“Is everything okay?” Nancy asks, feigning concern.

He nods.

You raise your eyebrows at him, a cocky smirk tugging at your lips, “ooh, did someone had a rough night?”

Yes and you’d be having one too if you knew that your boyfriend was buried in my girlfriend last night, Steve thinks to himself.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he shuts his locker and turns away from the three of you, “I gotta go to class,” he mumbles without giving Nancy a goodbye kiss or Jonathan a pat on the back the way he always does. He bumps into someone, not bothering to apologize, he grumpily mutters something under his breath.

“Who pissed in his coffee this morning?” You chuckle, missing the way Nancy and Jonathan looked at each other.

“I- he probably got into a fight with his dad again,” Nancy says, shrugging nervously.

You step away from Jonathan, walking towards your best friend, you take her hand in yours, “is everything alright between the two of you?”

She blinks, looking over your shoulder and back to you, she nods, “y-yeah, totally,” she smiles, shaking her head.

“Okay, good,” you smile, squeezing her hand, “but I’m always here for you and you can talk to me, okay?”

She looks down, nodding at your words, “yeah, I know.”

“Alright, well, I think we should go shopping after school, I need some new party outfits.”

“Oh, I-I can’t, y/n. I already have an outfit and I was supposed to look after Holly today.”

You frown at her words, a sad look flashes in her eyes.

“You are a busy girl, Nancy Wheeler.”

Steve was being weird, well, he was always being weird but something about him today was just off. Not only did he pay no mind to you, he also ignored Jonathan and Nancy.

No comments were thrown your way today, no mean words, no remarks, he didn’t tease you or even glare at you. Nothing. You saw him talking to Robin Buckley when you were on your way to the bathroom. He looked like was on the verge of tears and the girl comforted him with a hand on his shoulder and words you couldn’t make out.

Seeing him like this makes you feel weird, you don’t really care about him but you care about your friend and there’s clearly something going on between them and you are certain about that when you sit down beside Jonathan in the cafeteria. Just like yesterday, you sit across from Steve but instead of meeting his teasing eyes, you meet his angry ones, though you feel that the anger isn’t directed at you but at someone else.

You try to ignore him and the way his gaze seems to be getting more and more intense. He watches you and Jonathan, a frown deep in his features as he watches how your boyfriend kisses you like nothing ever happened.

You don’t know.

You don’t know what he is doing behind your back.

You don’t know that he is hurting you, that he is cheating on you with your best friend.

How long have they been going behind your backs?

Has this been happening when you were all together at parties? When you went to the lakehouse his dad owns? God, he could scream and expose their disgusting secrets to the whole school.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Nancy asks as she puts her hand on Steve’s thigh. He tenses up, clenching his jaw as he turns to look at her.

“No, I’m not hungry, Nancy.”

Your eyes flash with surprise, the tone in his voice was filled with anger.

She looks taken aback, furrowing her brows at her boyfriend’s behavior, “you barely touched your food–”

“I said I’m not hungry!” He snaps at her.

Before any of you can even react, he gets up and storms out of the cafeteria, not caring about the prying eyes of the other students.

You frown at his behavior, growing angry when you see the tears in Nancy’s eyes.

“That asshole,” you mumble, getting up, you follow him out, ignoring Jonathan’s and Nancy’s calls.

You slam the doors to the hallway open, rushing towards him with anger in your bones.

“Steve!”

He keeps walking, ignoring you.

“Hey!”

He abruptly turns around, throwing his hands up, he sighs, “what!?”

“What?” You scoff, “what the fuck was that? Why are you being so mean?”

He laughs at your words, closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

“She didn’t do anything to you, Steve.”

“If only you knew.”

Something about the way he said it and looked at you, sent shivers down your spine.

Instead of the usual hatred and anger you see in his eyes, you find empathy in them. Why? It makes you nervous.

“W-What do you mean?” You ask.

Steve knows that you won’t believe him, you gotta see it with your own eyes, you don’t deserve this. You love Jonathan, you have always been good to him. You deserve better and he knows he does too.

“Steve,” you mumble, “what do you mean?”

You have got to know. You’re a smart girl, you should’ve noticed the way your best friend and boyfriend behaved around you, the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other.

Right now, he doesn’t hate you, he just feels sorry for you.

“Go to Nancy’s house this afternoon.”

“No, she– Steve!”

He walks away before giving you an explanation, leaving you standing there like a fool.

What is this about?

Usually, you would never listen to him, you wouldn’t do what he had told you to do. You wouldn’t go to Nancy’s house if you didn’t have your own suspicions already, the ones that made you feel sick for the longest time.

His seriousness and his anger is what made you feel scared.

He wasn’t mean to you today, he didn’t even glare at you, that’s how you knew that something was very off.

So you listened to him, you went to Nancy’s house. You didn’t want to but on the way home from the mall, you drove by her house and found Jonathan’s car in the driveway.

Nothing weird about it right? They are friends, they are allowed to be friends.

Yet, you can’t shake that awful feeling that something horrible is about to happen. So you park the car and make your way inside her house, using the spare key that she gave you years ago.

The house is empty, Karen isn’t there and neither is Ted. Holly and Mike are nowhere to be seen. You don’t call out for Nancy the way you usually would. With a nervous sigh, you grip the keys tighter in your hand and climb up the stairs.

You hear music coming from her room, The Cure. Nancy doesn’t listen to The Cure but your boyfriend does. You hear the noises, you hear them.

With a shaky hand, you open the door and as you lay eyes on the two of them, your heart drops and a gasp falls from your lips as you raise your hand to cup your mouth.

There he is, your boyfriend, shoving his tongue down your best friend’s throat. Both of them are half naked, her chest is covered in hickeys already, his hair is a mess, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as she moves her hand into his pants.

“What the fuck?”

They jump apart when they hear your voice, staring at each other like deers caught in headlights before they look at you.

Her blue eyes widen as do his.

No longer do their cheeks glow red, instead they look pale when they see you standing there with tears in your eyes and anger on your face.

“Fuck– y/n!” He scrambles to his feet, trying to find his shirt.

Nancy looks away from you, crossing her arms over her chest, she suddenly feels too ashamed to meet your eyes.

“You are fucking disgusting,” you mumble angrily, ignoring the heartbreak in your chest or the feeling of your throat getting tighter. The tears begin to spill and you look between them in shock.

Jonathan takes a step towards you.

“Don’t come anywhere near me, Byers. We’re fucking over!”

His eyes widen, his lips part as he tries to speak but no words leave his mouth.

“And you, fuck you, Nancy.”

You don’t care to look back at them, rushing out of the house as quickly as you came. You wipe away the angry tears, biting down on your quivering lip as you get back in your car.

You knew it. You’re no fool. You knew it. You just made yourself believe that you didn’t but deep down you always knew. Who were you trying to fool? It was so clear.

Can you even feel heartbroken? You set yourself up for it when you started dating the guy who always saw her.

Maybe Steve should’ve told you, maybe he shouldn’t have told you to go to her place, maybe he should’ve protected you from seeing that. But did he have a choice? You hate him, you wouldn’t have believed him, you would’ve scoffed at him and laughed in his face.

But still, he should’ve told you.

He shouldn’t have let you see that.

Now he feels guilty for it, despite the ache in his chest and the betrayal he still tries to deal with, he feels guilty for not telling you.

You are pretending to be fine when you’re not.

You didn’t come to school on Wednesday, Thursday or today but here you are at Tina’s party, dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, throwing back one drink after the other, yet you don’t seem to be getting drunk but it’s only as he notices you pouring yourself coke instead of alcohol that he realizes you aren’t here to get drunk.

You are here because you don’t want to be alone, just like him. He had a feeling that you would come, that was another reason why he came.

The loud music is hurting his ears and the whiskey is starting to give him a headache. He places his drink on a small table. Running his hand through his messy hair, he pushes past a group of girls who begin to whisper behind his back. Nancy’s and Jonathan’s name falling from their lips. He decides to ignore it.

His focus is on something else, you. You’re standing by the punch with Heather Holloway, giggling about something she had whispered in your ear.

Should he talk to you?

You down the rest of your drink and place the cup on the counter, gesturing to the stairs as you leave your friend. He decides to follow you and calls your name.

You turn around, smile disappearing from your face when your eyes lock with his, an eye roll and a scoff is all he gets.

He rolls his eyes too, what else did he expect, a hug?

“Can we talk?” He has to yell for you to understand him.

You only shake your head and continue your way up the stairs.

“Please?”

Once you stop in front of a door, you turn around and look up at him, “no.” You slam the door in his face, causing him to sigh.

He leans against the wall, deciding to wait for you.

What does he even want to say to you? Does he even want to say anything to you?

When you walk back out, he doesn’t even give you a chance, he takes your hand in his, ignoring your protests or your light slap to his back.

“Let go of me, Harrington!”

“Nope,” he mumbles as he pulls you into an empty and dark room, he pushes against the wall before he turns to close and lock the door, leaving you in complete darkness.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

Steve frowns.

“Shit, hold on,” he mumbles, “I can’t find the light switch.”

“Seriously?”

You can hear him moving around, cursing under his breath. Maybe it would’ve been funny under different circumstances, if you were locked in a room with someone other than King Steve.

“Got it,” he mumbles as he turns on the lights.

Your arms are crossed and a frown is on your face, lips set in a pout.

“I uh– I heard you broke up with Jonathan?”

You squint your eyes, “that’s what you wanna talk about? What the fuck do you really want?”

“I should’ve told you, I shouldn’t have sent you there,” he admits in guilt, giving you a sad look.

You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes, “yeah right, you want me to believe that, Steve?”

“It’s the truth, I’m very sorry,” he says, “about everything. You don’t deserve this, they’re fucking assholes for doing– for you know–”

“For cheating on us?”

He glances at you and for the first time he sees something other than hatred, empathy, you feel for him just like he feels for you but it’s obvious that you still don’t like him.

“I-I can’t imagine what it must feel like for you,” he mumbles, “she’s been your best friend since you were kids and he–”

“Fuck them both,” you mumble, rolling your eyes.

You are in denial about your feelings, pretending to be fine so you don’t have to confront your pain. He can see it in your eyes though, the pain they left behind.

“When did you find out?” You ask.

“The day before you did. I went to the diner and saw Will and Mike there and I knew that they both lied, I went to her house and.. yeah.” He can’t bring himself to say it, he doesn’t have to. You know it.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He looks confused almost, shaking his head slightly, “you wouldn’t have believed me?”

“You expect me to believe that that’s the reason why you didn’t just tell me?”

“That is the reason!”

You walk closer to him as tears well up in your eyes, “fuck you, Steve Harrington! Fuck you. You sent me there to taunt me! I know you caught them and you wanted me to catch them too, you wanted me to feel what you felt, you wanted me to suffer, you’re a fucking dick, Steve! I hate you!”

His eyes flash with anger, he scoffs at you, clenching his jaw.

“Go on, let it all out.” He nods.

He might not know as well as your friends do but he can tell that you were pushing the pain back, you refused to cry over a man who cheated on you and over a best friend who betrayed you in the most hurtful way.

You are dealing with your emotions by using him as a punching bag and he doesn’t like it, so he decides to do something else.

“Y-You are such a–” He cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours, he kisses you roughly.

Your eyes widen and you squeal in surprise.

What the fuck?

Steve Harrington is kissing you.

He is kissing you and you fucking like it. Your life couldn’t have been more of a mess. First your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend that he dated and now he is kissing you. He is supposed to hate you, he is supposed to be horrible to you but instead he is kissing you in a way you have never been kissed before.

Fuck it.

His lips tastes like cheery coke and he smells so fucking good.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and close your eyes as you kiss him back. He moans against you, the sound shoots straight to your core. You move your hand into his hair, gripping it and pulling his perfectly styled hair.

His hands slide down to your waist and he pushes you further into the room without breaking the kiss that grows heavier by the second. He grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly with his large hands, earning a moan from you. Steve smirks against your lips as he presses himself against you.

“S-Steve,” you whimper as you break the kiss, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You ask the man you are supposed to hate.

He presses another kiss to your lips before he pulls away, staring at you with his hazel eyes that hold both pain and anger, “why do they get to have all the fun?”

You swallow nervously, you hate him, you hate him so much and yet you find yourself longing for him, for his touch, for his lips.

He leans in again but you push him back weakly.

“No,” you whisper, “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He rasps against your lips, “feeling’s mutual, honey. That’s okay, we don’t have to like each other, right?”

You blink, shrugging, your eyes flicker down to his lips, “I-I guess not.”

“You can mark me up, show her who fucked me,” he tells you as he pushes you down onto the soft bed, playing with the hem of your skirt, “you can let your anger out on me, I don’t mind.”

“You really wanna fuck me?” You ask as you chase after his lips, kissing them almost a little too softly.

“Fuck yes, I do,” he murmurs as he latches his lips onto your neck, spreading your legs so he can settle in between them, “I wanna rip your skimpy little clothes off, make you scream my name.”

His lips are soft yet rough as he marks your neck, he sucks and bites on your skin, squeezing your waist tightly with his hands as he grinds his clothed dick against your aching cunt.

“What makes you think that I’ll scream your name?” You ask, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows as you moan at the feeling of him. God, you can already tell that he is big.

“You will moan my name.”

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he says in a way that sends shivers down your spine, your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Do it then because he never could.”

A smirk grows on his face.

“You wanna fuck me to get back at him?” You ask, “do it then.”

Before you know it, he rips your top off, throwing it over his shoulder before your bra joins it on the floor. Lust fills his eyes and his cheeks flush red when he sees your nipple piercings, “holy fuck,” he mumbles, staring at you with a dumbfound expression as he grabs your boobs, touching your sensitive nipples with his fingers, “shit… the good little cheerleader has her nipples pierced?”

You look up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, moaning as he continues to roll your nipples. You grab his hand, bringing it up to your face, you wrap your lips around his thumb and begin to suck on it.

His eyes widen yet again, pants growing tighter as his cock hardens in his tight jeans.

“Fuck, you’re a little freak aren’t you?” He smirks darkly, “Byers couldn’t handle all of that, huh? Guess he wasn’t the freak after all, it was you.”

He really couldn’t. It was only ever lazy sex with him, sloppy blowjobs and making love. You didn’t want to make love, you wanted to be fucked like a whore.

You shake your head at him and spread your legs, letting your skirt slide up.

“Shut up and fuck me before I find someone else.”

“Shit,” he mumbles as his eyes fall on your lacy red underwear, your already soaked underwear, it makes his dick twitch in his pants.

“You shut up, princess. I’m not letting anyone fuck you, you’re mine tonight.”

He drops to his knees in front of you, grabbing your ankles, he slides his hand up to your thigh, teasing you by rubbing your clit over your panties.

“Look at you, your panties are soaked,” he teases, smirking at the way you bite your lip to stop the moans from falling. He grabs the thin material, ripping it off and throwing it on the ground.

Your eyes widen and you lean on your elbows, staring at him with a disapproving look on your face. The panties that you had bought a few days ago are now on the floor, ripped apart.

“Steve–”

“Yeah, Yeah,” he rolls his eyes as he places your legs over his shoulders, “I’ll buy you new ones.”

He presses a teasing kiss on your clit, smirking when you whine at his action.

“You’re so fucking wet, honey. Is that all for me? I thought you hated me.”

“God, fucking shut up and d–” He cuts you off, gripping your hips tighter, he licks up stripe up your pussy, moaning at your taste, “you shut up,” he mumbles before he buries his face in your cunt. Nudging his nose against your aching clit as he slips his tongue inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper as you slap your hand over your mouth, not wanting to give the satisfaction that he is making you moan.

He grunts against you, sliding his hand up your body, he cups your boob and tugs at your nipple, earning a gasp from you.

“Steve!”

“Hand off your mouth, y/n,” he says, glaring at you with dark eyes, “let me hear your moans.”

You roll your eyes and put your hand down.

“Good girl.” He mumbles, eyes twinkling with mischief when he sees your flustered expression, he feels you clench around his fingers as he pushes two inside of you, “fuck, you’re tight, how am I gonna fit inside of you?”

His words cause you to roll your eyes again, he will never stop being cocky.

Moans and whimpers echo through the room when he begins to eat you out, switching his fingers with his tongue as he grabs your ass and holds you even tighter than before when you begin to squirm beneath him.

You reach down, gripping his hair and pulling at it.

“F-Fuck, Steve….” You whine. Tears blur your vision, your muscles tense and your back arches in pleasure, “d-don’t stop, Steve, please don’t stop,” you breathe as you feel his tongue on your clit again and his fingers back in your pussy.

He moans against you, mumbling praises you cannot focus on.

King Steve is eating your pussy like his life is depending on it and he moans like a slut while doing so. Palming himself as he tastes you on his tongue and listens to you falling apart for him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as you hold his hair tighter, “please, I’m so close.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum for me? Do it, honey, do it.”

You let go, pushing away all the thoughts that are telling you how wrong this is, you cum hard and he moans and continues to lick you, his eyes roll back, he enjoys every fucking second of this.

“I haven’t even fucked you and your legs are already shaking.”

You open your eyes to look at him, your chest rises up and down heavily, sweat coating your forehead already, you swallow, pushing yourself up, you get on your hands and knees and crawl towards him, watching as he takes his shirt off. You grab him by his belt and pull him in.

You look up at him through hooded eyes, your hair is a mess, your skin is hot, you’re half naked, the only item left on you is your skimpy little skirt, he wants to fuck you while you are wearing it.

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask, sliding your hand up his body, “I love sucking cock.”

His eyes widen and he almost chokes on his spit, how can you look at him so innocently and speak such filthy words?

“I-I… huh?”

Nancy was different, sure she sucked him off but she didn’t really seem to be excited to do it, you though? You want it, for your own pleasure.

“You love sucking cocks?”

The look on his face almost makes you giggle, almost.

“Mhmm.”

“How many cocks have you sucked before?” He asks in curiosity.

You unbuckle his belt slowly, eying all the moles on his skin, his chest hair, his toned arms, the growing mustache. Steve is hot. Has he always been this hot?

“Take your pants off, Steve.”

“Answer the question first and then I’ll take them off.”

You roll your eyes.

“Before Jonathan? Just two.”

“Oh, who was it?”

“Take your pants off and I’ll tell you.”

He takes them off instantly, kicking his shoes off and throwing his pants somewhere.

“Well the first guy… you don’t know him, I met him when I went to visit a friend in Chicago,” you shrug.

He raises his brows, nodding, “the second guy?”

A smirk grows on your face, you lick your lips and place your hand on his dick, rubbing your palm over his boxers. He shudders, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he moans.

“Eddie Munson.”

His eyes widen at your admission, lips parting in surprise, “w-what? Eddie Munson, th-the f–”

“Yes, Eddie Munson!” You snap, not letting him finish the sentence. “I sucked him off in the bathroom after lunch break, Jason Carver was being mean to him and I felt bad for him.”

“So you cheered him up by sucking his dick?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he's jealous.

“Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked by the head cheerleader?” You giggle, “he really liked it, came back for more.”

“And then what?”

You lean closer and kiss his hip bone and his stomach, trailing your lips up to his chest until you're kneeling on the bed in front of him, placing your hand on his chest and your lips on his neck, you kiss his neck the way he did to you earlier.

“He fucked me in his van, in the bathroom at school, in the janitor’s closet, behind the bleachers, he fucked me hard.”

Steve moans, he feels your cold piercing against his skin, his hand slide down to your waist.

“I bet you can’t fuck me the way he fucked me.” You mumble as you lean back down again, tugging at his boxers, you slide them down his legs and you gasp. His cock slaps against his stomach, pre cum leaking from his tip.

“Oh.” Is all you manage to say as you stare at his cock. Suddenly you look intimidated, your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen, “t-that’s not gonna fit.”

Steve chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw, he caresses your cheek, “oh, we’ll make it fit, honey.”

“You still wanna suck it?” He asks.

You nod, whining when he puts his hand on your head, guiding you towards him.

“It’s all yours.”

You wrap your much smaller hand around his dick, stroking him a few times before you begin to tease him with your tongue, swirling it around the tip, you close your eyes and enjoy the sound of his moans.

“O-Oh fuck,” he murmurs. Gripping your hair tightly, he looks down at you, watching as you take more of him, his cock disappearing in your mouth, inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat.

“Jesus fuck….”

“Mhmmm,” you moan around him, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck him off.

“Shit, stop…” He whines, tugging at your hair, “I’m not gonna last if you do that, I-I need to cum inside of you.”

You don’t listen to him, instead you continue to suck him off eagerly, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, you arch your back, cupping his balls–

“Fuck!” He whimpers, basically shoving you off of him, “you little slut, I said I’m not gonna last.”

You pout at him, “but I want to taste you too.”

He stares at you bewildered. What the fuck? He never thought you would be like this but god, does he love it.

“Later,” he says as he pushes you down and crawls on top of you, cupping your cheeks, his nose brushes against yours, “taste yourself instead,” he smirks before he kisses you again.

The kiss is nothing near soft, it’s rough and needy. Your teeth clash, your tongues meet and you both moan and groan desperately. He pushes your skirt up higher, wrapping your legs around his waist, he takes his aching cock in his hand, sliding it between your slick folds, causing you both to moan.

“Please, please… Fuck me, Steve. Make me feel something, please.”

You beg and you plead, you arch your back and you pull him closer. He looks at you, truly looks at you for the first time. You’re beautiful, pretty, cute. You’re cute, even as you lay there looking up at him like a needy whore. He furrows his brows, watching the way your lips part, your pretty eyes staring into his, your soft hand touches his shoulder.

What is he doing?

What has he been doing all this time?

“I got you, fuck, I got you.”

He concentrates on you, on the look on your face as he pushes inside of you for the very first time.

You whine and you bit your lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. You raise your head, looking down, you watch how his cock disappears in your pussy. Tears spring to your eyes as he stretches you open.

“Poor baby, can’t take my big cock huh?” He teases with a smirk on his face that quickly falls again when you clench around him, causing him to stop moving, “f-fuck.”

“Keep moving, Steve, please.”

He leans down, burying his face in your neck, he finally pushes all the way in. He says your name so filthily, it only makes you clench around him again.

He curses at you as he begins to move, pushing himself back up again, he places both his hands beside you.

“Pound my pussy, Steve, ruin me.”

He smirks at your words and pulls out, looking down to see his glistening cock pushing back into your tight hole again. It makes his stomach flutter.

“Such a good fucking pussy.”

“Mhmm, you’re big, biggest cock I've ever had.”

He only gives you a cocky grin in return. He knows he’s big.

He grabs your boobs roughly and finally, he begins to fuck you like you wanted him too.

“Ah– Steve, fuck… don’t stop!”

He begins to pound your pussy in the most disrespectful way possible, squelching noises and your whines echo through the room. He watches your fucked out expression, he watches the way your pretty face scrunches up in pleasure, the way your screw your eyes shut. All you can do is moan and whimper and all he can do is stare at you in awe.

He presses his hand on your lower stomach, pushing down on it, “you feel me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips, “you feel my cock inside of you?”

You nod, whimpering pathetically.

You feel him, you feel him everywhere. His cock is splitting you open so perfectly, fucking you in a way only a man can.

“Byers is a fucking idiot, stupid boy doesn’t know how to handle a woman,” he grunts as he thrusts into your roughly, “he’s fucking missing out. Shit baby, you’ve got the most perfect little pussy, so fucking tight and wet for me.”

“S-Steve…”

“I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you, gonna breed that little pussy and make you mine, gonna fill you up with my cum, over and over again until you’re f-fucking pregnant, gonna show those fuckers what they missed.”

“P-Please,” you moan.

“You’d like that huh? You’d love to get pregnant by the guy you hate?”

“Mhmm,” you whine, you reach for his hands, dragging them up to your neck, “choke me, daddy.”

His eyes widen and he fucking whimpers, his dick is throbbing inside of you and you know he is close.

“God, you’re fucking filthy,” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your throat, “call me that again.”

“Daddy.”

He fucks you harder, rougher, faster and deeper. He wants you, he needs you. He is desperate for you.

You put your hands around his wrists, looking up at him through the tears, “harder.”

He gives you what you want, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You move your hips, meeting his thrusts. Tears stream down your face and you can no longer hold the sobs in.

“Cum inside of me, Steve.”

Your walls flutter around him and his hold on you tightens, “y-you want me to cum inside of you–”

“Please, I need it!”

His hips stutter and he can no longer hold back, he slams his lips against yours, moving one hand down, his fingers graze your sensitive nipples for a moment, he touches your stomach, your hips and then his fingertips find your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. He listens to the way your moans grow high pitched as you cum around him.

“I’m cumming, f-fuck,” he murmurs against your lips as he spills inside of you, coating your walls with his seed.

You both whimper in pleasure. He continues to thrust in and out of you slowly, for a moment and then he slumps against you, letting go of your throat and letting his face fall against your chest, his throbbing cock still inside of you.

You both need a moment to calm down from this.

Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t push off of you and pretend like nothing happened. He just continues to lay there, on your chest, tracing your skin with his rough hands.

And you, you play with his hair, not a single thought of your ex boyfriend or your best friend. All you think about is Steve. How good he made you feel, how pretty he looked when he ate your pussy, how he kissed you, how he smells.

“I think you almost fucked the hate I have for you out of me.”

He snorts at you, “wow, very romantic.”

“Oh we’re being romantic now?”

He looks up at you, “I mean, I’m still inside of you and you are playing with my hair so yeah.”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes but are unable to fight the smile off your face.

He grins, “no one ever called me daddy.”

“Someone else will call you daddy in 9 months if you don’t get me the morning after pill.”

You almost expect him to grow pale but instead he laughs nervously.

“Babies can’t talk, honey.”

“Huh?”

“You said in 9 months, are you telling me newborns can speak now?”

“I was joking!” You mumble.

“Mhmm, sure you were,” he chuckles.

For a moment, the room is filled with silence. All you hear is the sound of the music from the party, the laughter and the loud voices. The smell of sex lingers in the room, the smell of him lingers on you.

“You know what? I think we should’ve done that a long time ago,” Steve admits, “in fact I think we should do it again.”

You smirk at him, “to get back at them or because you just wanna be called daddy again?”

For a moment, his face grows serious and he finds himself staring at you longingly, “I just wanna do it again, not to get back at them, fuck them.”

“Let’s do it then,” you whisper, “but take me home first.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A week ago, you would’ve laughed if someone told you that this would happen. That you would break up with your cheating boyfriend, lose a best friend you had known since childhood and fuck the man you hated half of your life.

Yet here you are, letting Steve Harrington help you get dressed, letting him steal kisses, letting him slap your ass on the way out.

You walked into his room hating him and you walked out of here, well, hating him a little less.

You both got betrayed by people you loved, deeply. You lost them but at least you had found each other.

In a perfect world you would be together.

Maybe this can be a perfect world after all.

tagging some faves @littledemondani @wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @mysticmunson @aftermidnightwriting

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things angst #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine

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kimsunos · 11 months

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perv!sunoo and corruption kink goes hand in hand 🤝

imagine ur his gf and everyone thinks u two look so cute together, bright smiles and even brighter eyes

what ppl don't know is how perv!sunoo would secretly get off while ur cuddling in bed, u asking him why he's so fidgety and he could just bust right there

perv!sunoo who would join u in showers, telling u that it's normal for ppl in a relationship to do so as an excuse for him to feel all over ur body

perv!sunoo who slides his thigh in between ur crotch when ur sitting on his lap, slowly ruining u and feeling the slick that starts to spill out of u

perv!sunoo complying to ur whines abt how it's too uncomfortable between ur legs, him helping u by slipping his hand in ur panties and telling u don't worry, this is the only way it'll go away

he definitely uses the cute image he has on his favor to get away with nasty things 😭

cw: perv!sunoo duh, corruption kink, dumbification, somnophilia, all prior consented, exhibiscionism, mentions of cum, my brain is rotting

as i mentioned in a post earlier, he would love to doll you up! his favorite things to put on you were delicate lacy bras, styling your hair in ponytails with white ribbons and flowy short dresses, sometimes even without panties so he could have easy access to your cunt. he would also not forget to "accidentally" caress your body while he dressed you. and you wouldn't mind 'cause he was so good in making it look like it wasn't on purpose, murmuring a quiet sorry when he grinds his hips on your ass while trying to fit your boobs comfortably in the bra. and when you get needy from all the fondling, saying you "feel funny down there", he just says, with a condescending tone, as if you were stupid: "where, honey? hm? point it for me."

perv!sunoo wouldn't be able to control himself when he sees you sleeping, all safe and sound and ready to be abused <3 if he's feeling kind, he'll just jerk off and finish on your pretty face, but if he's in a bad mood, be ready to wake up with his cock rearranging your guts. "sun, what are you doing?" you would say, scared. "this is just a dream, honey, don't worry."

movie night with the boys? that's awesome! but perv!sunoo is going to have you on his lap cockwarming him all the time under the blanket <3 giving you neck kisses from time to time and sometimes even discreetly thrusting upwards to feel you clenching around him, startled and embarrassed from the unexpected pleasure. everybody thinks you two are so cute, so every weird move you do is brushed off as you guys being the usual lovebirds, and the most you get is some eye rolls from the others. sunoo is for sure afraid of being caught, but even more afraid of not using your body every chance he gets.

"just had my breakfast, sun! <3" what a cute selfie you sent him, smiling brightly and making an adorable peace sign! too bad sunoo's phone is going to be all sticky from his cum, and it's all your fault :( he gets so desperate when you're like that, not a single dirty thing going in your head, you're just innocently sending your boyfriend a selfie after all! but he gets lost in the thoughts of you finding out his filthy behaviors, and how he would switch the situation on his favor, saying "that's normal for couples, baby", taking advantage of how pristine you were.

#sunoo smut #sunoo hard hours #sunoo hard thoughts #sunoo fanfic #sunoo x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #vixen's thoughts #sunoo x you #sunoo imagines #perv!au #vixen's sunoo thoughts

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sporadicthingcollection · 6 months

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Smash or Pass: Part 4/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Attempted murder. Word Count: ~3.6k.

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PART 4: In which you prepare for a walk of shame, avoid eating your hair, and do some storm prepping.

Oh, what a wonderful dream. There you were, the High Surgeon Princess, besieged by uncultured swine. You thought for sure your time was up, but then the Harlequin Outlaw swooped in like the incorrigible, irascible rapscallion you've always wanted in your life and saved you from certain doom and dishonor. You graciously treated his wounds and one thing led to another and you fucked like rabbits in springtime. You got married and had two-point-five children and lived happily ever after in a castle with a white picket fence.

Unfortunately, your marital bliss is interrupted by the sun on your face and a battleaxe pingponging around in your skull.

You grumble. You hate Drunk You. She’s a bitch who doesn’t know her limits. Next time you see her, you’re gonna kill her.

Your cheek is stuck to something smooth, your arm is under something heavy, and something wispy tickles your lashes. You open your eyes to find that they’re all the same thing -- a broad expanse of tanned skin stretched taut over hard muscle, draped with a head of long, blue hair.

Alright, maybe Drunk You isn’t so bad. She knows your tastes and left you a thoughtful gift. Maybe you’ll get a bonus round.

You drape your other arm over him and explore. Nice pecs, fuzzy chest, cock semi-erect… ooh, soft belly. Very nice.

You walk your fingers up to his face. Stubble, pierced ear… what the hell is that on his face?

You sit up as much as you can with your arm stuck under your gentleman friend.

Your memories come rushing back like water through a sluice. Your blood turns to ice. You’re never drinking again.

You’re stuck. In bed. Naked. With Buggy. Buggy. Fucking Buggy. Not Kuro, who at least had some class while he tried to eviscerate you. Not Mihawk, who has no beef with you personally and doesn’t wear a shirt. Not even that handsome Marine with the sword and suit.

You could have lived with any of those, but no, you wake up next to the most pathetic man in the four Blues. A literal clown. A vainglorious loser. A man who wants to rip your captain, your best friend, limb from limb and feed him to sharks.

Do you think you could chew your arm off before he wakes up?

You look for any sign of him stirring. Eyes closed, hair falling in his face, lips parted slightly as he breathes. One strong arm tucked underneath his head and the other in a loose fist by his mouth.

He looks so cute and peaceful. Ugh.

He shifts enough for you to free your arm and, just as you thank the gods, he lets out a snore that could have come from an ox. You can’t help but laugh.

Maybe this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe this was two people fooling around. Maybe nothing will come of this and you'll both go on your merry way with a fond memory of a night of drinking, dancing, and screwing. La-di-da-di-day. Everyone wins.

You stand up on shaky legs and examine yourself. A lot of little bruises on your thighs where he gripped you, but no hickeys. Thank God.

There’ll be no hiding the walk of shame, but you can at least maintain some dignity. You fix your hair, rinse your mouth out with the water in the dry sink basin, and sponge bath yourself with…

Hmm. No washcloth and you're out of rags. There’s gotta be something around here you can use.

Like the candy cane bandanna on the floor. You snatch it up and, wetting it, give yourself a quick wipe down. Pits, tits, pussy, as the saying goes. You'd never forgive yourself if you got something nasty from this.

“Oh,” says a soft voice.

You turn. Buggy, propped up on his elbow, blinks sleepily at you. The sun lights up his hair like a shallow sea on a calm morning, shifting and shimmering as he brushes a few strands out of his face.

Your stomach jumps up your throat in a most pleasant way. Clearly, it’s conspiring with your heart against your brain.

He rubs those wide, gorgeous eyes. “Thought you’d’ve made your exit.”

You were about to. You shrug. "Just enjoying the view. Counting the masts.”

Hook baited. The joke is right there. Right there. He’ll say ‘I’ve got a mast for you right here, hur hur’ and you’ll have an excuse to get the hell outta here.

But he smiles. Not the showman’s smile he gets before he says something he thinks is clever. It’s soft. Warm. The kind of smile one bestows in private to those deemed worthy.

"Glad you didn't," he says.

Your brain puts up a valiant defense, but the heart-stomach alliance is winning. You swallow.

His smile wavers slightly. “Is that my bandanna?”

Shame burns your ears. "Sorry. I'll wash it--"

He flaps his hand dismissively. "Keep it. I've got plenty."

He pulls the sheets back and by God, nothing has ever looked as tempting as him. Him, a pirate with a weird nose who tried to kill you, sprawled out on scratchy, threadbare sheets, his fat cock laying there so deliciously—

You swallow again. Your pussy has joined the siege on your brain and they’ve voted to rename it the Organ Entente.

He stretches as he stands, his muscles rippling as he pops and rolls his joints. Sunlight pours over his body, draping him in liquid gold. He pulls his hair from its ponytail and gives it a good shake before putting it back up.

Lest your eyes join the fight as well, you turn away. Count the masts in the harbor. See if you can spy any Marines. Find the Merry.

Two strong arms drape around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad, warm chest. He rests his chin on your head. “Think I can see my ship from here,” he murmurs.

And in jumps your skin from the top rope. The nerves have betrayed the brain, charging over the ridge to aid the Entente in its assault. “Yeah?”

“Right over there. The Big Top.” He points to a perfectly normal-looking ship, nothing like the beast that waylaid you a few weeks ago. “Well, she’s the Loosey Baru now. Heard the Marine captain's a real bulldog, so we did her makeup and gave her a costume change.”

“Amazing what you can get away with when your sail’s not a big Jolly Roger.” You were the only one against putting a giant WE ARE PIRATES sign on your mainsail, but you got outvoted.

His chest thrums as he giggles. “Subtlety is for cowards.”

You scoff. “Subtlety is for people who like not being in prison.”

"And being flashy is for people like me.” His head moves to your shoulder. His stubble scratches against your cheek. “Who like meeting girls like you.”

The Entente breaks through the wall and feelings flood your brain. Warm feelings. Fuzzy feelings. Feelings that make you absently kiss the side of his nose before you’re even conscious you’re moving.

Buggy goes stiff and not in the fun way that pokes your kidneys. He jerks away from you, gaze hard as he searches your face. Whatever he’s looking for, he must not find it, because a moment later he kisses your lips.

Overwhelmed, your brain surrenders. The Entente celebrates by jumping around all through your body, bouncing from your head to your toes. They also must have fired off a twenty-one-gun salute, too. Why else would your ears be ringing like bells? Big bells? Big, glorious, golden wedding bells?

But it's over as soon as it started. He pulls away and straightens up. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the matron gives us the hook."

Dressing goes smoothly enough for the both of you. Socks and gloves are retrieved. Drawers are located. Your bra and his scarf are found. You stuff his bandanna into your pocket and he settles on a ponytail.

You’re pulling on your trousers when you see him looking in a small compact mirror, carefully drawing green swoops on his face with what looks like an oil pastel.

“Makeup at a time like this?” you ask.

“Flashiness is next to godliness.” He draws a cross on his forehead, then regards himself. “Ech, I need a shave...”

You pause as you fasten your belt. “Gimme a few grand and I’ll shave you so smooth you’ll look like a ten-year-old. Promise not to cut your tongue off this time.”

“Done.” He swaps the green pastel for a tube of lipstick and moves on to his mouth, smearing his lips red. “Gonna have to straighten out my cabin first. Place’s been a mess since... well, always."

You pause mid-bra hooking. "Huh?"

“Haven’t shared with anyone ‘til now.” He rubs his lips together. “Not like it’s dirty — just clothes and shit everywhere. Hope you don't need much closet space.”

What the hell is he on about? You pull your shirt over your head. “Sharing quarters?”

“What, you think I’d stick you in with the freaks? My bed’s big enough for two.” With the back of his wrist, he smears the color onto his cheeks and into the gruesome smile he’s known for. “Not to mention that it's a bed and not a hammock. You ever try to fuck in a hammock? Ain't easy, lemme tell ya."

You lace up your shoes. "I have no idea what you’re on about."

"I’ll show you when we get back to the ship."

"What ship?”

Any mirth in Buggy's face vanishes. He looks at you, brows knit. "My ship," he says slowly. “We’ll get you settled, then I’ll go take care of my business, and we'll haul anchor when I get back."

The audacity of this man. "You really think Luffy'll let you kidnap me? He'll be on you like suckers on a squid."

He’s giving you a look you know well: the do-you-need-a-psych-eval-cuz-you’re-talking-crazy look. “Since when is going with someone willingly kidnapping?”

You return the look. "What the hell makes you think I'm going with you at all?"

He pockets the lipstick and clicks the compact shut. He steps towards you. “You said if I screwed you to the wall, you’d come with me. I did just that. And then I asked if you meant it, and you said you did.”

"That's not--" You falter. Okay, you can see how bringing up what he said and telling him to do it could be misinterpreted.

Well, shit. Miscommunication strikes again. "Sorry you got your hopes up."

Buggy falters. Something stirs the rivers of his eyes, the same vulnerable, hurt something you saw lurking when you'd insulted his nose. His gaze drifts downwards and his jaw clenches.

Remorse douses you in a bucket of ice water. You're officially a giant asshole. And a slut. And a dumb bitch lush who hurt someone you actually started caring about.

For a moment, you consider recanting. Go with him. Run off and join the circus like you always threatened you would. Sail the seas with a colorful cast. Get rocked every night.

You stop yourself. Enough. You hate a captive audience, you're not a pillager, and while you are a slut, you're not desperate. You have people you know you can trust. Stick with them. Don't jump in with the wildcard.

Buggy huffs, snapping you out of your musings. The hurt in his eyes has faded and the rivers are still. The eerie calm before the storm surge.

"You led me on," he growls.

"I did no such--"

A knife flies past your head, taking off a few strands of hair and shattering the window.

Buggy's shoulders rise and fall rapidly. He readies another knife. "I'm gonna rip your lying tongue out."

You suppose that's karma. You edge towards the window and he matches your step. Another knife narrowly misses the back of your head.

“And then I'm gonna drag you across the keel by your fingernails."

Ouch. A third knife sails past your nose. You're almost there...

"And then I'll nail your corpse to the figurehead!"

He lunges at you and you at him. You dive low, hitting the floor as he hits the dry sink and leaves the way to the door wide open.

Unfortunately for you, it's locked. You turn the bolt only to be pulled away and spun around by the strap of your satchel.

Buggy pins you against the door, yet another knife at your throat, his arm against your chest, and his knee between your legs. It would be hot if it wasn't for the deranged churn and roil in his eyes.

"I'm gonna ask one more time," he says. “You coming with?”

“No,” you spit. You try to kick him off, but he holds you fast.

He cracks a bit in both composure and voice. “What’s that little rubber prick got that I don’t, huh?! What's it gonna take?!”

“He’s never tried to kill me.” Not on purpose, anyways. “And he doesn't hurt innocent people.”

Frustration ripples through his eyes, and his gaze drifts downwards. “Well, I’m hurt.”

"You're not exactly innocent!" He doesn't notice your hand sneaking towards the knob. "He'll have to be dead, dying, or catatonic before I leave him."

He looks back up. Defeat hardens into determination. "Consider it done."

You really shouldn’t say what you’re about to say, but the words are out before you can stop them. “Good fuckin' luck, big nose.”

The river rages. The floodgates crack and the levees break. He drops the knife and reels back a punch.

You twist the knob. The door opens outwards and he sails past you, landing a heap on the floor.

"Sorry," you say. You really do mean it. He tries to grab your ankles, but you dodge his hands.

The bar looks like a stampede went through it. The matron looks up from her cleaning as you leap down the stairs. "How's your boyfriend?"

"Trying to kill me." You sprint for the front door, only to pause. "This happens a lot. Situation normal." One more pause. "And he's not my boyfriend."

An impotent roar hits your ears. "I'm gonna make you eat your hair!"

And there's your cue. Exit, pursued by a clown.

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In hindsight, it makes sense that Sanji would be in the galley making breakfast. You still scream like you saw a corpse when he greets you, but he doesn’t take it personally. Just offers you a warm drink and a place to sit.

You sit at the counter while he pours you a steaming mug of black coffee. You drink deeply. “How do you always manage to make a perfect cup?”

“If I told you that, I’d be out of a job.” He returns his attention to the stove. “So what’s his name?”

You almost spit your coffee all over him. “Say again?”

“You're gone all night and come home in the morning looking like you ran the whole way.” He gives you a sympathetic smile. “Will you at least tell me if you were chased? Just in case we need to bust some heads.”

“I think I lost him by the shipyard.” You stare into the swirling steam. “If you fell in love with someone, would you leave the crew to be with them?”

Sanji’s gaze drifts upwards. "Didn't I already?"

But he's... Oh. Ooooh. "Alright, that was smooth. But you know what I mean."

He pulls a frying pan from the cabinet, gazing into its sheen like a scrying mirror. "I'm not sure. Depends." He looks up. “Is this the same person who sent you running?”

“No,” you say on impulse. Sanji continues to stare at you. You slump. “Yes.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Love always hits like a hurricane,” he says. You quirk your eyebrow at him. “Old East Blue saying. It's sudden, fast, and sweeps you off your feet.”

Not the only thing that does that. "Speaking from experience?”

“First time I saw you, love,” he says with a wink and a smile.

You blush in spite of yourself and laugh. “Call me in ten years. I’m a bit old for you.”

His smile grows. “Could have fooled me.” He clicks the burner on and turns to dig around in the refrigerator. “So, tell me about your temptation.”

“What's there to say? Boy meets girl, boy drinks with girl, boy dances with girl, boy kisses girl…” Boy blows girl's back out, boy gets his heart broken, and boy threatens to make girl eat her hair. “...and here I am.”

“Sounds like a swell guy.” He sets a stick of butter, a rasher of bacon, and a dozen eggs on the table. "At least you had fun."

You snort. “So what do I do about B—” You catch yourself. “About this hurricane of mine?”

Sanji looks at you. Not that accusing right-into-your-soul look that Nami does, but like a man contemplating fish in a pond. “Well, you could build a sea wall, evacuate to higher ground, dance around naked in the rain…”

You chuckle. You wouldn’t mind seeing that. “What would you do?”

He smiles. “Batten down the hatches and enjoy the rising tide.”

You nod. Certainly something to chew on.

Standing, you take your mug. “I’m going to sit on deck. Photosynthesize a bit,” you say. You smile. “Thanks for listening, Sanji. I mean it.”

"Any time, love. I'd never judge." He cracks eggs one by one into the frying pan. “Every big storm has a name. What’s this one?"

You pull the bandanna from your pocket. You should hang it out to dry. “Hurricane Buggy.”

As you head out on deck, you hear the mighty splat of eggs hitting the floor.

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The Buggy Pirates are no stranger to their captain's mercurial temper. Laughing one moment, shouting the next, then throwing a violent fit about who knows what, then back to cackling.

But this is extreme even for him.

They linger outside his cabin, listening to the crashing and slamming. No shouting, though. Just the occasional huffing and puffing, followed by the crack of splintering wood and the whunk of knives hitting the wall.

"How long's he been at this?" the strongwoman asks the fire eater.

"Longer than usual," he mutters. "No one knows why."

The old fortune teller -- also the cook -- crosses her arms. "He was gone all night and he comes back with a love bite. Could only have been a woman."

The shatter of glass makes everyone flinch. Still, not a sound from the captain.

"Could've been a fella," the strongwoman says.

The cook shakes her head. "I've been around a long time, girl. Only a woman could drive a man to this sort of madness. The fury of a woman scorned is nothing compared to the rage of a rejected man."

The contortionist rolls his eyes. "So he fucked around and found out. So what? Mohji said he had eyeballs on the rubber kid's crew. We need to move."

The strongwoman casts him an appraising look. "If you wanna go in and get him, be my guest."

He blinks, then frowns. He crosses his arms. "We could all go in there."

"I'm not gonna fight a guy with a shitload of knives."

"We can take him. Not like he can't stab all of us."

"He literally can."

"Wait. Shh, shh, shh." The fire eater puts a finger to his lips and holds up his hand. "You hear that?"

They all listen. They hear nothing. Silence.

He presses his ear to the door. "He's singing," he says with a frown.

They all glance at each other. That's never a good sign. "Singing what?"

"You know the one about the guy who gets drunk and kills his woman and gets hanged for it?" They nod. "That one."

The cook gives the strongwoman her famous told-ya-so look. The strongwoman rolls her eyes.

The door opens. The fire eater leaps away and everybody tries to look like they weren't eavesdropping as Captain Buggy comes strolling out, fiddling with his scarf and humming. He looks perfectly normal -- well, as normal as a man like him can look.

He speaks like he hasn't spent the last hour tearing his cabin apart. "Mornin', folks!"

The marksman looks at the strongwoman. Say something, it says. She shakes her head and looks at the cook. She looks at the contortionist, who looks right at the captain.

"Rough night, cap'n?" he asks.

Captain Buggy freezes. Everyone flinches.

Slowly, he turns to the contortionist. His expression doesn't change as a disembodied hand snatches the man by the neck and throws him into the water. Everyone jumps away, but nobody dares move any more.

Captain Buggy recalls his hand. "Mohji's found Rubber Boy, huh?" he says. "Great! Right on schedule. One little last minute change, though. The brunette with the long hair? I want her alive."

They look at each other again. "I thought we were gonna kill them all," the strongwoman says.

"Oh, we will. First, I kill Rubber Boy. His ass is still mine. Then you all clean up his little friends. And then..." His voice drops. "I teach the little diva a lesson, and then I'm gonna kill her." The darkness vanishes, and he returns to being jovial. "But first, breakfast!"

He strolls off, humming to himself. As soon as he's out of earshot, the cook speaks.

"Oh, he has got it bad," she says.

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Take a look at a boy like me

Never stood on my own two feet

Now I'm blue as I can be

Oh, love come get me down!

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A/N: And here end the melodramatics! a big thanks to everyone who read and commented and reblogged and liked and sent asks (askers ilu especially, i see a 1 by the envelope and my day is immediately made) 💙 i've got some ✨idears✨ in the pipeline for what's next, but in the meantime... stay flashy~

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i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

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ystrike1 · 7 months

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Rewriting My Tragic Ending - By Kxwon (7.5/10)

She needs loyal dogs! She gets that and more. The usual sweet holy saintess story gets overthrown by a woman who refuses to die. She steals the men that were supposed to worship the true heroine, and her meddling actually prevents unnecessary deaths. So this is junk without the guilt. Some necessary evil. A grey area villainess!

Alicia had the perfect life. The perfect family. Money. High status. She also got a magical and holy adopted sister, who she loved dearly.

Nix was clearly crazy from the start. But Ophelia was too pure and wonderful to kick him out. It was the one thing. The one time Alicia said no to Ophelia. Ophelia was allowed to have whatever she wanted, but Alicia wanted to kick out this one suspicious man! Ophelia fought back, and then Nix transforms.

He's barely human. A dark worshipper intent on sacrificing Ophelia to end their peaceful world. He wants his God to devour all. The entire family dies except Alicia, her baby nephew and Ophelia. Ophelia runs away after attempting to save Alicia...but Alicia doesn't know that. When she wakes up she sees Ophelia fleeing.

She holds her baby nephew. She vows to rebuild his family. She will make money, so he can have the title and life he deserves. The castle has been flattened. Their parents are gone, but Alicia will not give up.

It takes ten long years. Alicia used the money in her name to open a wine business. It's successful. She has managed to keep all of her family lands. Everything is going well, but she cannot share it with her beloved family.

Ophelia has not shown her face.

Alicia despises the coward who left. Ophelia never even came to the funeral, where their shared family was buried en masse.

Alicia is captured by Nix. To add insult to injury he doesn't care about her. He plans to use her as bait, to lure out Ophelia. Alicia wakes in a nasty cell, in chains. With nothing but cult madmen for company.

She dreams, and its a nightmare.

She dreams about a book called Ophelia's Night. She is dead in that book. Nix tortures her. He uses her body, literally, to lure Ophelia out. Ophelia accidentally gave Alicia her divine powers when she attempted to save her. Alicia can survive any torture, so Nix delivers parts of Alicia's body to Ophelia.

When Ophelia finally comes Nix beheads Alicia.

Ophelias powers return to her when Alicia dies. Ophelia gets over her cowardice when she looks at the body. She attacks Nix, finally ready to sacrifice herself for once. She wins and is declared the savior of mankind.

Now Alicia knows she has powers. Great. She manages to use them to escape her cell. She uses information from the book to find Ophelia's weapon. It's a man. His name is Norman and he's an unnaturally strong paladin.

She frees him.

The first chapter is Norman swearing his eternal loyalty to his savior.

It's promising.

He seems like a really sweet guy. He is, at the very least, her slave. He wants to serve at her side forever. There are other men too, and the villains are very bloody. Norman will probably be doing massacres for her soon. Hopefully. I got the yandere vibe from the promo chapter. Right now there's not much.

#Rewriting My Tragic Ending #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome #otome isekai #isekai

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boozenboze · 8 months

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Some Sunny Day

Summary: We all know Captain Price and how he is described to be a crotchety soldier who has been through a lot. So what would the loss of someone special to him effect him Side Note- This occurs before Task Force 141 is formed and when Price was a lieutenant. Warning: Angst

Females, She/Her She/They DNI Being in the Military is a job that will cause pain, loss, camaraderie, and friendships that may at some point be broken. Price is a well versed man in this category, having been in the Military for 18 years of his life. He has watched many of his brothers and sister fall on the field, and it melded him into the man he is now. During his upbringing, there was one person that had been strong enough, one person that he had known when he first enlisted in the Military. C/n, also known as M/n L/n, had joined the Military around the same time period of Price. They've grown a lot from the time they had first joined, and they've been by each others side for years. Through high and low they comforted, defended, supported, and overall cared for one another.

When they were given time off, they would use that time off to find solace in one another's presence. Price would read a book, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room while M/n would lean his head on his shoulder, either falling asleep or reading the book along with Price. They would also have a specific time, 8:37 p.m exact, to be able to enjoy a cup of tea together at the end of a long day. The way his h/c hair framed his face was something that never failed to captivate Price, and the way he never failed to lighten the mood also drawn Price to him. The two men, when on leave from the base, usually go to the beach or just stay at a hotel for more...private time.

When on the field, Price would be keeping a lookout for any dangers that could potentially harm his comrades, and especially M/n. Even when knowing M/n was a tough cookie and could handle himself he never failed to call out for him on the radios, just to ensure he was alright. Even when the s/c skinned male got injured, he always smiled through the pain, as a way to give reassurance that he'd be fine. Their relationship was something that a lot of people would dream of having.

Although

Nothing can truly last forever

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It was chaos, the smell of smoke and the sound of gunfire was the only thing that filled M/n's senses as he hid behind a low wall. He was in the main building that The mission went terribly wrong, leading to buildings being destroyed, soldiers on both sides being KIA, and smoke making it hard to breath. M/n had been injured, badly, due to the fact that he was in the middle of the crossfire.

He sustained 2 gunshot wounds, one being in the leg and the other being in his side. He reloaded his sniper rifle and fired it again, despite the nasty feeling of his own blood oozing from his side, making him feel dizzy. He could hear the sound of Price's voice cutting through on the comms system, but due too all the noise going on around him plus the feeling of slowly drifting away didn't help. His grip on his weapon faltered as his body began to give into the exhaustion and pain.

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Price could be heard barking orders, his comrades all retreating and about to depart from the field when he realized. M/n was still in the collapsing building, so in a rush he began to yell into his radio, calling for his fellow soldier, his friend....., his lover....He could hear the sound of static coming through on his radio, an ounce of hope filling him.

He moved so quick on his feet, knowing he was short on time to find M/n and get out of the area safely. There was fire, the crackles drowning out the sound of enemy soldiers footsteps as he stumbled into a room.

There he was, laying lifeless on the ground. Price had has his fair share of times when his blood went cold, but this was on another level. He took one, then two, three steps before dropping to his knees and frantically cradling M/n's body. He felt for a pulse, and there was one.....a very weak one.

"Come on sergeant we're getting outta here!" Price ordered, his tone serious and seemingly unaffected but his expression said otherwise. He began to pick M/n up but the sound the e/c eyed male let out made his heart ache, the other man was in pain and that was clear. He gently set him down again, thoughts racing as he tried to think of how he could get M/n out safely. The sound of an pained cry alerted the remaining enemy soldiers, making them go in the direction where M/n and Price were. M/n, in his barely conscious state was able to hear the footsteps, and used whatever strength he had left to push himself up against some crates behind him.

"P-price...you need to go.." M/n said, looking at Price who had a look of perseverance on his face. He knelt down next to M/n, cupping his face.

"I'm not leaving you muppet, we're gettin' out of this to-" Price was cut off, M/n's voice cutting through his words

"No....no, there's not enough time." M/n croaked, undoing his dog-tag and holding it out for Price to take, a smile on his face as blood came from his mouth. "You need to go, love, go..."

Price stared at M/n's weakened form, the chains of his dog tag dangling from the openings of his fingers, the smile he was giving. His heart was breaking, his breathing becoming labored as he shakily took M/n's hand, taking his dog-tag, and holding the males hand tight. He didn't want to let go, not yet, not ever, but it seems that the world was against him like every other time. He slowly brought M/n hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon it before resting the males hand down gently, watching as his breathing began to slow.

He couldn't watch, and as the enemy began to approach Price ran for it, didn't look back despite how much it hurt not too. He gripped the dog tag, regrouping with the remainder team. Inside the truck, Price kept his gaze to the floor, gently tracing the writing graved into M/n's dog tag. He stayed silent, not saying a word.

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Price was in his office, looking through files, signing paperwork, overall doing his usual duties as captain. He was tired, still carrying a lot of hurt and guilt on his shoulders after all that.s happen during his upbringing in the military. Though there was one thing that kept him going, that made him not give up.

After finishing up his work, Price got up to make a cup of tea. He boiled some water in a kettle, grabbed his favorite tea, and tea-cup. He then poured the hot water into the cup, unwrapping and placing the tea bag inside. He watched the tea leaves stain the water a cool brown color, before adding some lemon and a tad bit of sugar. He brought the cup to his lips, sipping the drink slowly, savoring the taste and smell. Small things like this never failed to bring back memories, which caused him to sigh, a brief chuckle leaving his lips as his hand went to grip M/n's dog tag. He pulled it out of his shirt, eyes softening as he gently traced the letters of M/n's name. Gaz and Soap were always nosy, pestering Price about why he has two dog-tags ever since he first got seen with it. He wouldn't get specific, but he would say it belonged to someone very..very special to him. He wore it for comfort, for reassurance, for hope. Hope that some day, he and his true love would finally meet again, some sunny day....

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A/n: Hi 🙂

#cod x male reader #gay #mw2 x male reader #male reader #captain price x male reader #lgbtq #john price x male reader

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Polls list for the 80's music tourney

Round One

1. Walk This Way vs. Maniac

2. In The Air Tonight vs. Private Dancer

3. How Soon Is Now? vs. Never Ending Story

4. Just Like Heaven vs. Never Gonna Give You Up

5. Birthday vs. Holy Diver

6. With Or Without You vs. Fuck Tha Police

7. Karma Chameleon vs. Radio Ga Ga

8. Gold vs. Falling

9. Dancing In The Dark vs. Just A Friend

10. You Got It (The Right Stuff) vs. Ashes To Ashes

11. Eighties vs. Dear God

12. Hungry Like The Wolf vs. Jump

13. Love is a Battlefield vs. Once In A Lifetime

14. Rock The Casbah vs. Fast Car

15. Take On Me vs. You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)

16. 99 Luftballons vs. Nasty

17. Under The Milky Way vs. Ghost Town

18. Invisible Touch vs. One

19. Ghostbusters vs. Cloudbusting

20. John The Fisherman vs. Livin on a Prayer

21. Eye Of The Tiger vs. Head Like A Hole

22. You’re The Voice vs. Ace of Spades

23. Come On Eileen vs. Wrathchild

24. Beat It vs. Chariots of Fire

25. Walk Like An Egyptian vs. Personal Jesus

26. Money For Nothing vs. It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

27. We Didn’t Start The Fire vs. Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)

28. Never Tear Us Apart vs. Back In Black

29. Paradise City vs. Dead Man’s Party

30. Fight For Your Right vs. Whip It

31. Who Can It Be Now? Vs. Rebel Yell

32. Smooth Operator vs. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

33. Free Fallin’ vs Sledgehammer

34. Blue Monday vs. Blister In The Sun

35. Mickey vs. Everybody Wants To Rule The World

36. Call Me vs. Don’t You Want Me

37. Holding Out For A Hero vs. I Wanna Dance With Somebody

38. Can I Kick It? vs. Peace Sells

39. Raspberry Beret vs. Where Is My Mind?

40. Breaking The Law vs. Kickstart My Heart

41. I Melt With You vs. Epic

42. The Killing Moon vs. Cities In Dust

43. Teen Age Riot vs. Pour Some Sugar On Me

44. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun vs. Raining Blood

45. Don’t You (Forget About Me) vs. Push It

46. We Built This City vs. Relax

47. I Wanna Be Adored vs. Kokomo

48. Libertango (I've Seen That Face Before) vs. Dare To Be Stupid

49. Hip To Be Square vs. Every Breath You Take

50. Africa vs. Love Shack

51. Faith vs. Plastic Love

52. The Look vs. Self-Control

53. It’s Raining Men vs. Flashdance…What A Feeling

54. 9 To 5 vs. She Drives Me Crazy

55. This Corrosion vs. Nazi Punks Fuck Off

56. Valerie vs. Our House

57. Owner of A Lonely Heart vs. Heaven Is A Place On Earth

58. Like A Virgin vs. I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)

59. Ahora Te Puedes Marchar vs. I’m Coming Out

60. Out Of Touch vs. Sunglasses At Night

61. West End Girls vs. Every Little Step

62. Scarface vs. Simply Irresistible

Bonus Round 1

Bonus Round 2

#80s music tourney #polls #links #80s

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yukidragon · 2 years

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SDJ - New Clues, Theories, and Headcanons

So many new pieces of art and lore teasers have been dropped on the Sunny Day Jack twitter, that I simply must make a post to gush about them, as well as the new thoughts and headcanons they’ve sparked for me.

Strap in, folks, this is going to be a very, very long one. I’ll be throwing in a lot of pictures for evidence, including pieces that were on Jambeebot/Sauce’s public twitter before it went down. On that note, please remember to support them and their game by following their twitter or contributing to their patreon or kickstarter. This beautiful game, art, and ideas wouldn’t be possible without all their hard work.

Also, I know I said it in the headcanon post I made earlier today, but it bears repeating - please don’t repost private images from the patreon. Reposting the images elsewhere, even cropped, is harmful to SnaccPop Studios and everyone working there. It’s fine to gush over what was posted there and direct others to join as well, but the money pledged to the patreon is going to a good cause to make this engaging game.

With that said, let’s start with the picture that is just oozing with lore.

There’s so much here, so let’s break it down piece by piece.

Jack is obviously a ghost(?) in his reflection. The blood, glowing eyes, and unhealthy shade of his skin makes that pretty clear that he’s no longer human.

His colors are faded and more in shadow than the rest of the lighting of the room.

He’s midway between being Jack and Joseph, as evidenced by his visible mole, the cigarette, the smudged makeup, his earring, and the tank top he’s wearing.

This contrasts strongly with the autographed photo of himself done up in costume and makeup properly, smiling and happy.

LambsWork Productions appears to be the studio responsible for the SunnyTime Crew Show. It was theorized that might be the case in the mock 80′s horror movie poster that was posted on the official twitter, but this card seems to confirm the theory.

Jack’s eyes, when not glowing, are definitely brown, as suggested by his official merch plushie.

Everything in this room is dingy and dirty. The wallpaper appears dirty, there are spots on the doll, the eye paint is chipped, the flowers are dark as though withering, and there’s a nasty stain on the lunchbox.

The fact that the flowers are blue is interesting. They appear to be roses, and are a shade of blue that is decidedly unnatural (kind of like Jack’s blue wig), which would make a bouquet of them more expensive than regular flowers. Usually white flowers are used for funerals and memorials to represent honor, peace, and innocence.

The symbolism of blue flowers is, as stated by wikipedia, “desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite and unreachable. It symbolizes hope and the beauty of things.” That first part definitely gives Jack vibes to me.

Symbolism aside, the reason blue flowers were chosen might simply be because of the blue of Jack’s hair. This is a memorial directed more at Jack the character, rather than Joseph the actor. Intentional or not, the memory of Jack is on full display, while there’s nothing of Joseph except what bleeds through in the mirror.

Most likely this is Jack’s dressing room at the studio, as that would be an appropriate place to put a memorial like this for a fallen co-worker.

Since the flowers are still holding their shape despite withering some, it means this takes place not too long after his death... or those flowers are plastic and just got especially dirty.

If this does take place a short while after Jack’s death, this suggests he might have wandered around as a ghost(?) before being trapped in the tape.

Or this could be a dream of Jack’s in the present about the truth of his situation that he’s trying so desperately to bury...

I find the name of the studio that worked Jack to death and buried his memory to be quite ironic. LambsWork Studio. One could say that a lamb’s “work” is to be sheered... or slaughtered.

Jack certainly seems to have suffered both fates, hasn’t he? He was “sheered” by being overworked to play the part, then “slaughtered” when he was murdered while on set.

Then there’s the fact that Hollywood has been rumored to have cults and rituals taking place. What if Jack being trapped in the VHS wasn’t actually an accident? What if his murder was for the sake of a ritual that required a lamb beloved by many to be slaughtered?

The question would be then what the ritual would be for, and why they would need someone so popular and so loved by children? Would their love for the character be part of the ritual? Is the reason why Joseph, a drifter, was chosen for the role was because it would be the easiest way to cover their tracks when there would be no family to look for him?

This picture also gives me an idea for a new scene in Sunshine in Hell, but I won’t spoil it here. Suffice to say, Jack is not going to like what he sees in the mirror...

Interestingly enough, this version of Jack appears again elsewhere.

His hair is brown fading into blue, his eyes are the same distorted sizes while glowing, he’s bloody with smudged makeup, wearing a tank top, and has his tattoos visible. We can also see he’s wearing one of Jack’s gloves and Jack’s pants. It’s very much a transitional state between Jack and Joseph. It’s very telling and so unsettling, especially since his body is decaying.

All four of the male leads have their own animated pictures. They appear in bouncy animation in front of a fun “party” type background, then for a split second we see them in a more horrifying light.

In Jack’s case, there are two horrifying versions of him. Here’s the other one:

Jack is in full costume this time, not only bleeding but also splattered in blood to imply he committed violence of some sort, and his skin is clearly rotting like his other scary image. However, what I find most interesting is the blank white eyes of his that are overflowing with tears. We haven’t seen Jack’s eyes look like that yet.

The fact that there are two versions of Jack feels telling to me. It might represent Jack’s persona as the character he’s trying to be, as well as the actor he was when playing the role, affected by Jack’s presence even in his real life. The empty eyes do hint at this version of Jack being empty. In a way, he has been divided into two, and one half of him is buried underneath his trauma and desperation.

Also, I’d like to talk about the text that goes along with these gifs.

Everybody likes Jack!

The question is, what happens when he doesn't necessarily like everybody back?

This quote is pretty straightforward in what it’s insinuating - Jack is a yandere. He doesn’t like anyone who might keep him from his sunshine. The game is literally called Something is Wrong with Sunny Day Jack. We’ve seen plenty of teasers of Jack being scary and covered in blood, implying that he caused violence to happen.

Jack doesn’t directly cause violence in the teasers. He has issues with breaking character in any sense, that’s why he doesn’t swear and why he panics when he’s reminded of his personal past as Joseph. Instead, he convinces others to hurt themselves, as we’ve seen with Nick regardless of our choices at the end of the demo.

You know, that always confused me. Nick, apparently, is a random customer who asked Sunshine if they had a boyfriend. No matter what option you choose, he gets rejected and goes away without any attempts to push it further. Furthermore, Sunshine doesn’t react positively to Nick asking that question, so there was no hint that they would want to date him.

On that topic, can I just say how uncomfortable what Nick did was? People in the food service industry have a hard time when customers flirt with them while they’re working. The servers literally are being paid to act friendly and smile at the customers, and if they displease the customer, they could lose their jobs. There are plenty of customers who take that to mean that the server is flirting with them or otherwise interested and ask them out or leave their phone number. No matter how uncomfortable or even scared for their safety the server is, they have to keep being pleasant, even if the customer feels entitled to more than just friendly service from their server.

While there are plenty of people who take one look at Nick and are immediately interested in him, Sunshine rejects him in every route, and has this reaction:

Hm. I don’t know whether to be flattered this is happening. Or terrified this is happening.

I’m going to go with terrified for now.

“Well. I mean. I uh…”

Shit. Shit. What do I say?

What am I supposed to DO?

Sunshine is not comfortable with being hit on at their job where they can’t escape the situation. It’s not a fair situation to put anyone in, and a lot of servers lie that they’re in a relationship just to escape a potentially dangerous situation. Fortunately Nick seemed to take the rejection well and went away, right?

While in the “no” route, I can see why Jack would feel bitter towards Nick, as Nick was the catalyst that set off a very traumatic moment. It’s clear revenge and a defensive measure to prevent Nick from being a threat in the future.

The results are vastly different in the “yes” route though. Nick is practically a wingman, allowing Jack to nudge Sunshine into finally making the choice to deepen their relationship. If anything, Jack kind of owes Nick in this route.

And yet Jack still drives Nick to madness anyway.

What further confused me was the timing of it. In both routes, Jack and Sunshine have sex. The next morning, Jack is clingy and doesn’t want to let go of Sunshine. Being so intimate together for as long as possible would be very reassuring to him, especially after such a traumatic incident as the brief rejection in the “No” route and how reluctant Sunshine was to accept him.

So, why then did Jack (presumably) leave after Sunshine fell asleep to drive Nick insane?

Admittedly, the news report about Nick doesn’t exactly state when the incident happens. Maybe this is jumping ahead several weeks or a month ahead of time after the demo ends with Jack asking who Shaun is. However, its presence in the epilogue makes it seem like the news report was broadcast on the day Shaun visited, which would imply that Nick was driven to madness the night before. This implication is strengthened by the earlier incident where Sunshine passed out and woke up Jack’s jacket, and how that suggested to many players (including myself) that Jack did something suspicious that night while Sunshine was unconscious.

I think most of us just assumed Jack’s choice to go after Nick was just yanderes being yanderes - pre-emptive violence and rash decisions in order to keep the one they love. However, Jack is anything but rash. He’s very methodical and clever. Having an impulse to go after a random guy who asked out his sunshine but got rejected and slunk away without a fight seems out of character for him, especially since in the teaser art, Jack would resort to violence when a threat “just won’t go away.”

Granted, these images are not strictly canon, just some great teasers for SDJ in general, but they both have the same sentiment - when someone keeps getting in Jack’s way and is a burden on his sunshine, he’s pushed to drastic measures.

But Nick didn’t do that, right? Sure, he walked into the shop for yogurt the day before he asked if Sunshine had a boyfriend, but he accepted rejection easily and left. How is that a burden or a threat that keeps getting in Jack’s way and just won’t go away?

Unless there was more to it than what we saw.

Our perspective is limited by what Sunshine perceives. We’re inside their head, privy to their thoughts and feelings. When they go unconscious, the story cuts short, as was shown when Sunshine “dozed off” on the couch with Jack. We don’t see anything they don’t witness, and they didn’t witness what Jack did to Nick.

So what if there were things Nick did that Sunshine didn’t see either?

Allow me to turn our attention to a few interesting details that can be gleaned from Nick’s profile and his Spotify playlist.

Nick may keep a cool head, but he's got a lot more going on beneath the surface than most people realize.

A social media influencer by day, and a professional male dom by night, Nick's seen his fair share of unsavory things, but at the end of it all, he has his close family bonds and twin Pomeranians (Pico and Cheese) to keep him sane.

Will that always be enough, though?

I was pretty shocked that Nick, the guy who was shy and took two days to gather up the nerve to ask if the cute person serving yogurt had a boyfriend, was a social media influencer, and a professional male dom. Both those things demand a strong amount of presence and confidence to handle, as the former requires being at the center of attention for many and handling a lot of social media, while the latter is taking charge of other people sexually for money. Kind of strange that someone who can pull off both these things would be so shy, right?

Although, social media influencers and professional male doms can be said to be playing a role, putting on an act for their paycheck. This begs the question then - was the shy customer we saw in the demo Nick’s real face?

Some of the song choices on his playlist further raised my eyebrows. I won’t go too deep into depth here since this post is getting long enough, but more than one song is about obsessive love, drugs, being the bad guy, and loss of sanity.

Sure, Jack drove Nick crazy, and maybe that’s where the drugs come in. After all, Nick’s scary glitch image showed him in clothes one might expect to see a patient wear at a mental hospital...

There’s also the quote given along with the gif.

So close, yet so far away~

What if this quote isn’t referring to Nick’s kickstarter goal being so close to offer a route to save him, or how “close” Nick came to becoming Sunshine’s boyfriend?

What if Nick has been close to Sunshine for a while, and they never even noticed? What if they’ve been coming to the store a long time, but Sunshine never paid attention - after all, he was just another customer. It was Nick’s strange behaviors like asking if the obvious employee worked there that made him stand out.

What if Nick didn’t simply go away when rejected? What if he’s been stalking Sunshine without being noticed? What if on the day he was rejected... he secretly followed Sunshine home to their apartment while they were too exhausted to notice?

What if someone, say, was so obsessed with their crush on Sunshine it bordered on criminal? So many yandere characters break into the homes of those they are obsessed with. What if Nick didn’t actually take his rejection well, and he decided to pay Sunshine a little unexpected late night visit?

What if Nick is a yandere targeting Sunshine?

Well, an immediate threat is certainly a good reason for Jack to leave the reassuring warmth of his sunshine’s embrace, wouldn’t it? He can’t exactly savor the afterglow and how their relationship finally evolved into something deeper when a threat is breaking in to take his sunshine away...

This would make Jack’s actions make perfect sense to me. It also adds a new unsettling context to what Jack said to sunshine after Ian’s phone call.

Remember what I told you…

About…Other people?

Jack was worried about “other people” even before Ian’s phone call and warned Sunshine as such. What if that was his discreet way of warning them to be cautious because Sunshine had a stalker, and he didn’t want to scare them? Jack wants to take care of Sunshine, so he’s going to hide scary and ugly things from them so that their light will always shine... so he has reason not to tell them something that could trouble them. He’ll take care of them. He can provide them safety.

These ideas, as well as the other glitch cut-ins from the other guys, led me to a new theory/headcanon - all of the male leads are yandere for MC.

I mean, let’s just take a look at Ian here.

It isn’t easy to tell due to the animation and distortion, but I can confirm that there is a heart in his pupil. On patreon, there’s a picture of him with this exact same love-struck expression, including with a heart in his eye.

A star is born!

With a face like that, Ian could do a lot of damage in the acting scene!

Naturally, this remark seems to be pointedly referring to his glitched image where he’s covered in blood.

Ian is dressed up as Sunny Day Jack, not just any Jack, but a redesigned Sunny Day Jack... like in a reboot perhaps? His outfit is different in so many ways, including the belt, elbow pads, sun logo, fingerless gloves, general jacket, and even the shape of the makeup on his cheeks.

Is Ian possessed by Jack, who then committed acts of violence in his body? It’s possible. It certainly was a theory in the fandom for a while.

It was also a theory that Ian is a yandere, and as such he might be the one actually responsible for all the bloodshed here.

After all, Jack and Ian do share a common dislike in their profiles - they both dislike being left alone. I find that a pretty interesting coincidence. Not to mention all the other parallels they share, such as taking the starring role of Sunny Day Jack.

Let’s also look at the phone calls from Ian. He constantly calls Sunshine to apologize for cheating on them. His profile confirms that his cheating is why they broke up.

He had you, until he lost you. Formerly your childhood friend, high school sweetheart, and your boyfriend, Ian has fallen from your good graces after admitting to cheating on you while attending performing arts school.

Nothing will stop him from proving his undying love for you, though. And this new job of his as the main character of an upcoming big budget TV show should do nicely as a fresh start for both your lives.

Ian said in the demo that he had something that would “fix” everything. He thinks this new job, presumably starring as a rebooted version of Sunny Day Jack, will somehow undo the damage he did when cheating on his partner. That is a very strange assumption. Why would a new job, even one that offers fame, undo the fact that he cheated while he was away?

Does Ian believe that game and money can soothe away the pain he caused and prove he is worthy of forgiveness? Does he believe that’s enough to make them happy?

Sunshine has been shown to be very poor. It’s one of the big plot points in the story that they’re struggling for money. They work long, grueling hours in a job that mortifies them, their co-worker Carol shoves work onto them to take care of, their boss calls them in on their day off... They can’t even afford to replace their wardrobe.

I’d been looking for clothes at the local thrift shop.

You know…As one does when their wardrobe consists of 75% stolen and borrowed shirts from their ex.

…And they’re too much of a tightwad to shop for new clothes in an actual new-clothes store.

Not only does Sunshine rely on Ian’s wardrobe to be clothed, they also rely on the apartment they got together. I find it interesting that Sunshine is still living there. Normally, after a break up, wouldn’t you want to move out from a place that causes you so much pain? Sunshine doesn’t seem to like thinking about Ian’s bedroom at all, so that’s even more reason to move. The breakup with Ian is why they’re “recklessly” rejecting all things nostalgic. Plus, if they’re struggling for money so much, why are they still paying for a two bedroom apartment? Can they really afford to pay for it all on their own?

That got me wondering... what if they’re not? What if, like the borrowed shirts, Sunshine is still relying on Ian financially despite being broken up? He could still be paying half or more of the rent. Ian could frame it as an apology for how much he hurt Sunshine. After all, Ian would do anything to make up for what he did, right? Begging, bringing up old memories, constantly calling them, claiming he has a right to know if they’re dating anyone... emotional manipulation...

Ian sounded so shocked when Sunshine said they were trying to move on, even though they were broken up. And why wouldn’t he? They’re still living in their shared apartment, still relying on his money. It’s only natural to assume that they’re not moving on. They can’t.

Let’s not forget the Afterlife moment where Ian was presented as, well, I’ll quote Sunshine here on this one:

He was a nerd, and he was silly, and he was VERY apologetically himself, but…What we had was special.

It seems as though Ian has a habit of apologizing in their relationship. We’ve seen many instances of him being apologetic even before he cheated. Often times when people apologize, they give the person they wronged gifts to represent their sincerity, sometimes really expensive gifts. Ian was jokingly referred to once as “Team has money, will pay ur bills.”

What if Ian has a habit of throwing money at his problems? What if he thinks money can fix, well, everything?

This does lead a new headcanon I have about Ian’s home life, particularly who his father might be. There’s this common theory that Ian is related to Jean Laurent, former co-star on the SunnyTime Crew Show who played the part of Rory Rainberry alongside Jack. Both Ian and Jean have similar orange hair and freckles, which has made this a compelling theory, even if the different surnames pose a wrinkle to the idea. It certainly would make sense how Ian has money and got a job as the new Jack if he was related to a famous actor with connections, particularly to the old show...

Now, I’m going pretty deep into headcanon on this point but I think Jean really is Ian’s father. Ian could have his mother’s last name, but not because Jean took her last name upon marriage. I don’t think there was actually any marriage at all.

This seems kind of strange given how religious Ian’s mother is, right? Obviously someone who was so upset at her son doing something so “sinful” as to live with their partner before marriage would get married themselves right? That’s not necessarily the case. Sometimes people are just plain hypocritical and project their own mistakes and problems onto people they control.

There’s a picture of a woman theorized to be Ian’s mother. The quote from this woman is very telling, even if it’s not strictly canon for the game.

Let’s break the picture down. This woman is in heavy makeup, with styled hair, long nails, and drinking presumably an alcoholic beverage in that martini glass. She is telling someone, presumably a child, that they are so ugly, the only way they’ll get sex is from a desperate sex worker unless they have a lot of money to burn.

Quite the awful woman. If she’s talking to her child, then that’s a sign of an abusive parent. Ian’s mother certainly seems similarly abusive in the afterlife story.

“...My mom called me.”

“Someone gave her our address…Or she might have had one of her friends watching. I don’t know…”

“S-She…Uh…She says that…To live with someone out of…Wedlock…I-It’s a sin? And I’m going to hell?”

“She said I’m only doing it to…To satisfy…My manhood…”

“I-I’m not taking advantage of you by doing this…Am I?”

What if these opinions of Ian are projections his mother had about herself and his father?

My headcanon is that Jean, a famous star, had a lot of sugar babies. Ian’s mother, Ms. Duff, was one of those people who latched onto him for money, connections, and fame. She tried to baby trap Jean into marriage, but that plan failed to work. She still got financial support from Jean, but now she was an unwed mother forced to raise a child on her own. That led her to being resentful and clinging more to religion and control over her son to vent her frustrations at the choices she made.

Ian seems to struggle with wanting his mother’s approval, even though she’s a horrible woman. What if he learned how to be apologetic from not only her abusive treatment, from her apologies as well? Why, she gave him something nice, so it means she really is sorry, right? She certainly could have been given plenty of nice things when her sugar daddy acted out but still tried to keep her on the hook...

Abuse can be a cycle that chains into the next person. Jean has control over Ian’s mother, apologizes when he hurts and upsets her, and gives her fancy stuff to make amends and keep her coming back to him. Ian’s mother abuses Ian, but gets him to keep listening to her through guilt and gifting him money for, say, a fancy college.

Those things might even be reason enough for Ian to unblock her and let her back into his life to keep influencing him. Sadly, there are people who have been abused to unblock their abusers out of guilt... or because they’re afraid of getting cut off.

Now Ian thinks that a new job with fame and money can fix his relationship with Sunshine. Of course it’ll work. It worked on his mom, who kept coming back to Jean despite how many times he cheated to satisfy his manhood...

Again, that is just my own headcanon and there’s very little evidence to prove it for sure, but I think it fits many pieces very neatly into place. Ian can use his connections through his dad to get the job at the rebooted Sunny Day Jack show, which is probably being produced by Jean, or at least Jean still has his old connections to LambsWork...

Of course, if the earlier theory that Sunny Day Jack was a role of a lamb to be slaughtered, what might that say about Jean giving his son the same part that murdered his co-worker all those years ago?

Now let’s finish things off with Shaun, who has kind of gotten the short end of the stick in terms of how much we know about him.

Shaun seems to be the most normal of the bunch, right?

Here, kitty-kitty~

You don't have to worry about anything with friends like Shaun looking out for you~

He might be into horror movies, goth fashion, and come from a family of funeral directors, but he seems pretty normal.

He seems normal.

There was a tweet, unfortunately now deleted, where Jambeebot seemed amused by the idea that the fans believe Shaun is the most normal of the love interests. There’s an implication that he might be just as... not quite right as the rest of them.

There’s not all that much to indicate Shaun is a threat to Sunshine. Even the creepy cut in picture is just him looking shocked/upset/angry while covered in blood. It doesn’t hint at him being the cause of violence. Even his profile and the teaser quotes don’t hint at a sinister side.

I still can’t quite shake the idea that if the other three leads might be yandere, Shaun might be too in order to round off the set.

After all, I had proposed the idea a while back that there are plenty of ways to be a yandere. A yandere essentially means “love sick,” a person who is unhealthy with love. I posited that there could be yanderes who aren’t inherently violent to others, but to themselves.

Remember in the demo the story about Shaun staying up all night then buying Sunshine breakfast the next day? What if Shaun is the type of yandere who sacrifices himself to unhealthy extremes for the sake of the one he loves?

Though there might be other things about him that are more dangerous that we’ll learn in the full release of the game. After all, the demo is short, and there are glimpses of a much bigger story waiting to be told...

Of course, we can’t dismiss the threat Jack poses over the others. After all, there’s this gem from his profile:

Jack is ready to be your best friend until the end in the most literal sense. The only question is-- what to do about those pesky, inferior other friends of yours who came before him and now stand in his way?

A “friend to the end in the most literal sense.” I think we can all get what that’s implying. The question is if Jack plans to speed up that end, or if it’s just he plans to be with Sunshine until the end of their natural lifespan?

It seems unlikely to be the former, as Jambeebot stated that Jack sincerely does love Sunshine and just wants to bask in their warm and happy light. This still seems quite sinister in any case.

Then, of course, there’s the fact that Jack finds Sunshine’s other friends to be pesky, inferior, and in his way. Is it just because they’re friends, or is it because they want what he wants - Sunshine’s love?

We can’t dismiss the idea that Jack really is the game’s one and only antagonist and he could possess and manipulate others into violence. Personally though, I want to go with the headcanon that all the guys are yandere for Sunshine.

Wouldn’t it be such a great twist if the obvious threat of the ghost in the cursed VHS tape was actually the person who is the least dangerous threat to Sunshine? After all, as Jack said, he can’t do anything Sunshine doesn’t want him to... No other yandere would have the same supernatural guarantee of their consent and safety.

Edit: Oops forgot the obligatory tags for @channydraws and @earthgirlaesthetic. If you want to get tagged when I make the next headcanon post, just let me know!

Also, if you like my writing, consider checking out my SDJ fanfic, Sunshine in Hell and leaving a comment telling me what you think. I just adore hearing from you!

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #swwsdj #sdj #SunnyDayJack #Headcanon Ramblings #Sauce-y Art

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cemeterything · 1 year

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we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

#death #injury #unreality #<- for discussion of hallucinations #drowning mention #car crash mention #might delete this idk if im comfortable with sharing it but we shall see lol

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rouecentric · 1 year

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HAHAHA BRAINROT TIME

IMAGINE being isekai'd in genshin as an immortal orphan teenager.

you were tired of the condescending and mean glares that the sages from the akademiya gave you your entire life, as the greater lord rukkhadevata "died" and sumeru was in a period of chaos because of it.

so you ran. ran more than you ever though you would in this life.

eventually, you almost passed out, reaching the fields and mountains of liyue, stranded alone with no help.

of course, as someone who survived alone and remembers their past life, you managed, you also found a small family that took you in, a farmer and his seamstress wife, they had a young daughter, she was at the very least three years old.

with your intellect and memories, you were used to gardening and farming, growing enough for a month and selling your own personally grown stuff to repay the kindness the family gave you. stardew valley and minecraft core if you ask me

you also got a job! shocking, i know, but you became a chef, as in your prior life you had an unexplainable love for cooking and baking.

because of the mora you got, you wanted to make an offering for the adepti that protected liyue, well, you mostly wanted to see xiao but shhh

for the offering, you made almond tofu and a hand crafted doll, leaving it at a shrine built for the adepti. the doll being blessed to have good dreams or at the very least relax the person who held the doll.

what you didn't know, was that because of you, xiao's favorite food became almond tofu and kept the doll you made.

the few following days after, you finally met xiao, as the boy walked around after a fight, multiple bruises and wounds laying on his body. and obviously, you wanted to patch him up, but he tried to refuse. key word: tried.

you weren't going to let the damn guy move on with those nasty wounds on his body bother him, so with stubborness and a little bit of almond tofu, you got to patch up his wounds.

he promised to pay you back, with it being him protecting you from the shadows whenever you'll be in liyue.

of course, you only requested him to hang out with you in the farm at least once two weeks. he hesitantly complied. he still didn't stop watching you from the shadows though

zhongli was curious of the "mortal" that patched up xiao when he came back to him, as both of them know that he doesn't patch them up.

so he observed you. well... observing is an understatement, he was practically stalking you, a trenager that helped an adepti.

after some weeks, xiao hesitantly lets zhongli finally meet you.

for the first time since the archon war, it was.. peaceful with you. like a fresh breeze of air while drinking a warm cup of tea with your favorite person.

the three of you became close, but things always have to happen.

while zhongli was mourning guizhong, you seemingly dissapeared from liyue, only leaving a jade necklace behind.

zhongli and xiao mourned the loss of one of the most important people in their lives together.

you weren't kidnapped or anything, you just resignated from your job and left liyue after talking about it to the family that took you in all those months ago.

they were sad, yes, but they knew you needed freedom and had a right to leave, so they accepted it, the three of them giving you three seperate gifts, an empty journal, a travelling outfit, and a small photo of all four of you together.

you soon after left for mondstadt.

of course, you still wanted to be a chef, so you may or may not have made a moving stand on wheels.

because of that, you were titled by your customers "little chef".

you travelled from mondstadt to sumeru, fontaine, inazuma, shneznaya and natlan back and forth, acquainting yourself with various people from all over teyvat.

of course, after a few decades, you met the traveler and her/his companion, paimon.

with the feeling of pity and multiple connections from all over teyvat, you declared yourself as lumine's/aether's unofficial guide, temporarily closing your moving restaurant to help him/her.

let's just hope that zhongli and xiao aren't mad at you for leaving liyue, though! :)

#platonic yandere #yandere genshin #ff idea #ff ideas #yandere #yandere x reader #teen reader #immortal reader #isekai #genshin x reader #genshin impact #platonic yandere genshin

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daughterofthequeen · 1 year

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Till the End of Time

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary/Request: can I request for a poe x reader where the two of them are very flirty but never actually got together that is until the reader got into some sort of accident and ended up injured (you can decide what) and poe thinks that he lost her?

There was also a person that wanted to be tagged in this when I posted the teaser but I deleted the original and forgot to get the @ off of it so to whoever that was sorry I hope you find this and enjoy this fic

Requested by: @book-place

Warning: Angst for sure, descriptions of being an alcoholic (word is not used), flirting/fools in love with each other but won’t admit it, jealousy(you gotta squint, you’re most likely gonna need a microscope), near death of major character, Poe nearly has a heart attack, save this little kitten, cliches of cliches, oh and crying lots of crying, let me know if I missed something

A/N: It’s finally here, sorry it took so long. Well it’s my first angst let me know how I did. All and everyones criticism is welcome just don’t be nasty about it and we’ll be cool

The Confession- Part 2 of this fic

You are laying down on your bunk staring at the ceiling waiting for the call time to sound off. Having woken up early due to the recurring nightmares you’ve been having. Which is nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was rare for you to have a peaceful night of sleep, but you manage. But what you can’t manage are the recurring nightmares that seem to constantly play in your mind when you’re awake.

Ships being shot down and crashing.

Your friends dying due to their ships exploding.

All of it happening right in front of your eyes.

And they call the ones that made it out alive the lucky ones, you guess that’s true, but in a way you’re not the lucky ones because all of the death that you see stays with you, never ending, it’s something about watching a person die that takes away a part of you, something you can’t get back; and everyone has to deal with it in their own way. You however fall on the negative side of coping with the pain, and by that you mean drinking it all away. Others also cope by buying camtonoes of spices. You only do the drinking, and depending on how bad the dreams are at the time is how bad you drink. You’re working on it, but it doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. And it’s not like your going through the process alone, you have a few drinking buddies, which is mainly members of black squad, your squad. But the person who is there without you even having to call is the leader of black squadron, Poe Dameron.

Everybody knows about the best pilot in the Resistance, AKA fly boy, AKA the #1 playboy of the Resistance.

He is also your best friend, which is why you are the only person that knows the real reason he seeks out the bodies that gives him his nickname. It’s the same reason you find yourself drinking every night. It’s his way of coping, his way of dealing with all of the death around him, the death of the different members of his squad, his friends. And his way of getting his mind off of the one he thinks he can’t have, not that you knew that. But little does he know the one he wants also wants him. Two people in love with each other, but too afraid to admit it to one another. It doesn’t stop the constant flirting between each other though. Actually, it increases it, most see them as a couple already, and all of black squadron knows about the feelings the two harbor for each other, and are just waiting for them to admit it to themselves. Going as far to actually have a bet going on as to who is going to crack first, granted the bet has been going on for a couple years but everybody knows it’s going to happen sooner or later so, why not keep it going.

Beep Beep Beep

The blaring of the speakers are what brings you out if your thoughts. After standing up and grabbing your (f/c) jacket, you head out to the cafeteria. Once you get there, you immediately see your friends, and after you get your daily caf and breakfast, you join them at the table. The first one to notice you is Snap. You sit in your regular seat in between him and Poe. Once you sit down you start picking at your food, something Poe noticed quickly.

“Long night?”

“Yeah”, you replied.

“Longer than usual or…”

“Yeah.”

“You know I don’t mind when you come over to my room at night. Whether it be to sleep or even to just have someone to talk to, to take your mind off things.”

“Thanks Poe you’re so sweet. And I would take you up on your countless offers sometime, if you weren’t always preoccupied with your nightly duties”, you said in a joking way.

“It’s not like they last all night I’m back in my room around 12”, says Poe while chuckling.

“Sadly”, says Karé which in turn makes all of you laugh except for Poe.

“Very funny, that’s not what I meant”, he said in very dry tone.

“You kinda left yourself open for that one man”

“Shut up Snap”, Poe sighs

You were getting ready to tease him further by saying one of your usual witty remarks but the klaxon alarm started going letting you all know you needed to suit up quickly, and you all took off forgetting about your unfinished breakfast.

You made it to your X-Wing in record amount of time, and when you got there Oddy, black squads technician, was rushing by but you quickly stopped him.

“Oddy what’s going on.”

“Imperials crossed one of the checkpoints.”

“Oh no.” You knew what that meant, the checkpoints were planets out from where the base was to give the resistance enough time to fend the enemy off or flee if you have to without being tracked as a precaution.

“Keep me updated!”, Oddy yells while running off.

“We will!”, you answer back.

You climb in your ship and take off into the stars getting into your correct position with your squadron.

“Ok guys you know the drill, lead them away from the base as you cut down their numbers until they retreat or until there’s none left. Stay sharp you guys.” You watch as other squads go out ahead of you guys to pursue the enemy. And after Poe finished his commands you all immediately start picking off the fighters one by one.

You worry for your friends, your family, every time you guys get into these ships, knowing this might be the last time you see one of them. But instead of relying on the negatives, you all made a game out of the battles, keeping count of how many tie fighters you can take out, whoever shoots more ships down they get a free drink from everyone in the squad. It’s a way to lighten the mood and keep everyone’s hope and joy up in battle instead of focusing on all the pain each and every one of you carry.

Boom

“That’s five Dameron what’s your count.” You and Poe were always the most competitive. And 9 out of 10 times one of you are going to be the ones with the most points, that comes with being one of the best pilots in the resistance .

“Seven, gonna have to catch up baby.”

“I just did”, you said smiling after you made a shot that caused two tie flyers crash into one another.

“We’re tied fly boy.”

“Not for long.”

“That’s for sure because another wave of ties are coming in, everyone, flank maneuvers!”you say in a panic. But before you can start your own attacks again a resurgent-class star destroyer comes out hyperspace and immediately starts picking off resistance pilots, squads at time it seems like.

“We have to lead them further away from the base.” Snap says.

“Right, everyone set course for Arbra we can draw them away from the base and have more space to move in its atmosphere.” That being said everyone followed Poe’s order and took off towards Arbra, taking out as many ties on the way there, you were all doing well until Poe seen a fighter locking on your ship, something you didn’t take notice trying to get a lock on the tie you’re following. And before he could say anything a green blast shot out and hit one of your your engines, sending you spiraling towards the trees of Arbra. You try to maneuver your ship to a clear piece of land but there’s barely any around so you do your best to get to the small clearing you pin pointed.

“Y/N!!!” Poe yells trying to make it to you as fast as he can but he can’t seem to move fast enough. He hasn’t even thought about how he would be able to help you he just needed to get to you, you that’s all he seen in that moment, his best friend, the love of his life, but he hasn’t even been able to tell you that yet too scared of the result, but that all seemed so silly now, and he wished he had of told you a lot sooner to save him and you the romantic suffering you’ve been putting yourselves through for years. Because in a split second the life of someone you love could be gone just like that, but he refused to accept that you were going down like this, not you, a person who’s flying skills rival his own, he knew that there was no stoping the inevitable, but he couldn’t accept it, all he could do was scream your name as he seen your ship hit the ground while going up in flames, the explosion that caused it didn’t help at all and then there was nothing. Nothing around him he couldn’t even hear as own breath, wait he wasn’t breathing, everything going on lost to the stars. Poe immediately took off and landed his X-Wing, next to yours, throwing his helmet out of the way somewhere, repeating the word “no”, over and over again as he got out of his ship to make it over to you.

“Y/N!”, the ship you loved keeping shiny and looking brand new was now completely black from the fire that was still burning around it and in it. Poe ran up to the canopy seeing the glass completely gone, shattered from the impact. By the time he got there he seen you and he felt a breath of relief leave his body because now there’s still a chance of you making it. He reaches into the canopy not caring about the glass that’s cutting his body, he just needed to get you out of there.

“Come on Y/n, come on.” Is all he could say as he successfully pulled you out of the cockpit and laid you on the ground to check if you were alive, you had to be, right? “Y/n, Y/n can you hear me? You need to open your eyes, you hear me, you can’t fall asleep.” You weren’t moving and he couldn’t see your chest moving, and that’s when he seen the large trail of blood rolling down the side of your temple, and that sent him into a sort of frenzy he’s never been in before.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He says as he lifts you closer to him, your body laying across in lap, torso turned to be flush against his trembling figure as tears are rolling continuously down his face, and the sniffing is loud and present but he doesn’t pay any attention to that. “Y/n. No. Y/n! Please, don’t! Please don’t leave me like this! I’m begging you! Oh maker, no. No. Please no. I can’t finish this without you okay? I need you. I need you by my side. And I have to tell you… I have to tell you how I feel, how I truly feel, because you deserve much more than this, so much more. And I will tell you how much more if you just wake up! Please. I love you.” And that’s all he can say as he hugs the body of the love of his life as close to his as he can knowing it might be the last time he would be able to.

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Poe is sitting outside of the medical center waiting to hear something from medics. He’s not as a big of a mess as he was but the tears still won’t stop, and they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon until they come out of there and tell him something. When he looks up he sees Leia coming out of the room you were in. He stands up waiting for her to tell him something about your condition.

“I’m sorry, Poe.” Everything stopped again, he stopped, his body malfunctioning for a second, but it was enough time to know he was gonna drop if the words “just kidding!”, didn’t come out her mouth soon.

“What, what are you saying? She gone?That’s impossible, she can’t be, right? Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke!” Not knowing if he wanted to laugh or cry because of the cruelty of it all, so he settled for sitting back down in his seat before his body sits for him and he wouldn’t have the choice to choose between a chair or the floor.

“No, I mean I’m sorry for what you and your squad had to go through. All of the squads, we took some heavy loses, and even more injured. Freedom isn’t something we should have to fight for, but here we are, in this rut of a war that’s end doesn’t seem to be in our sights anytime soon. And for that I’m sorry.”

Poe’s face went from empty to hopeful again, but then he took in the generals words. “It’s not your fault general, you’re trying your hardest to end it, that’s l all we can ask of you. But until the war is over all we can do is fight and hope that everything will work itself out.” Leia reaches out and holds Poe hands for a little while until she remembered why she came out of the room in the first place.

“You can go see her.” Poe immediately snaps his head up, giving himself whiplash.

“Is she awake?”

“Yep, awake and feeling a lot better, she just wants to see you, she’s worried about you, you know.”

“Worried? Yeah sure she should be the one that’s worried.” Poe said sarcastically.

“Go on in, I’ve requested everyone to give you guys some time alone.”

“Thanks Leia.” Poe said with the sweetest of smiles pointed in her direction.

“Of course.” She said then she walked off to check on other patients.

To say Poe was nervous was a understatement. You’ve never been in this bad of a situation like this before, but he knows no matter what you look like and no matter any other conditions you might have, he knows he’s never leaving your side again, and he’s with you till the end of time.

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A/N: Here it is. Finally, right? For the ending let me know if you want to see the conversation between them because I’ll happily write it, I’m just so excited about having finished the story, I just said I’ll write a epilogue for it if you want to see it. Or anybody who would want to read it feel free to comment or message me, I’ll happily do it. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later✌️

#poe dameron x reader #oscar isaac x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #oscar isaac fanfiction #requested

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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months

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thank you gerry much

It's time forrrrr weekly fic recs! These are my top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors, but please check their AO3/masterlists because they have so many amazing things to read and sometimes what I love most isn't what you might love most!

This week is transmasc Steve truther, Sleep Token cult leader, @steves-strapcollection/@gerrystamour! Gerry is probably singlehandedly responsible for the transmasculine Steve Harrington tag on AO3 and I couldn't be prouder of his hard work. He also is responsible for the creation of quite possibly the hottest OC to ever exist: our boyfriend, Tig (more below). Cannot put into words how special Ger is to me and this fandom as a whole. As always, read the tags, don't like, don't read, and consider me the personal attack dog for him if you aren't nice 😇 And as with all of the recs, NSFW is below the cut, minors DNI with me or with Gerry!

ger's ao3 | ger's writing tumblr | ger's fandom tumblr

here i have found some peace of mind Rated E | 60,434 words I can't put into words how incredible this is. The moment Ger announced this fic, I was hooked like a damn fish. It's his pride and joy, his magnum opus, his gift to the world. One of many favorite lines: “Steve, you just sucked my soul out of my cock , don’t be fucking modest,” Eddie laughed, lifting his hands to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes. “We didn’t even make it to my bunk, Steve. I had everything set up, then you came in here and got on your knees like the perfect wet dream you are, and you’re gonna act like you don’t know exactly how good you are?”

i could be honest, i could be human Rated E | 48,581 words This fic. HOOOOOO BOY. This fic has it all. It has the angst, it has the soft boys, it has the idiots, it has the gentle tender nasty fuckin'. And its follow up properly introduces TIG. i can't tell where you end and where i start is the first time I read anything so focused on an OC, especially when it's Steve and an OC. Tig is built different. He is and always will be our boyfriend. And let me just say, for the record, he is even hotter than this fic gives him credit for. He's been even MORE developed since and god help us all. Favorite thing: Just the fact that we've been given an OC that is so incredible. He's inspired people to do more with OCs and I think it's great. Tig is my hero, and Ger is my hero for making him THE hottest fictional man to ever exist.

you're in the walls that i made with crosses and flames Rated E | 7,659 words This was a birthday fic for @legitcookie (who will be featured on a rec soon!) and I would venture to say it may be one of the most romantic tender fuckin' scenes I've read to date. Ger sent me the scene from Atonement and I...changed as a human. Favorite lines: “Stevie,” Eddie breathed, the corners of his mouth ticking upward in something close to a smile, even as the next fluttering blink had the tears barely clinging to his lashes falling down his cheeks.

And Steve was helpless, staring up at the beautiful man in his arms, and he had to blink his own tears away as they blurred his vision. “Eds,” he said, not even bothering to hide just how awed and overwhelmed he was to have Eddie like this again. Steve made a promise to himself that he would make up for every single day he made this man feel unwanted, unworthy, unloved.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic rec #ao3

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angelosearch · 2 months

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Happy b-day to my girl Rinoa. I wish I had fic or art ready to post today but I don't :(

All I will say is that writing in her perspective for an extended period of time, and therefore looking at her lines and behaviors over and over again, has just really made me appreciate Rinoa as a character.

A few things I love about her:

As the daughter of what we are led to believe are Galbadia's highest ranking general and one of the world's biggest celebrities, Rinoa is privileged. She comes from a position of power and wealth. She could have just lived a comfortable life but she chooses to use her knowledge and skills to help free a country from violent occupation. Doing so puts her at great personal risk, and although she may not fully understand how risky it is, it is extremely brave and righteous for her to do this. This is why I believe Rinoa is not Ultimecia - because at her core, she is someone who places her values over personal gain when she has power and influence. She can be possessed but I don't believe she corruptible (into Ultimecia, anyway).

On her bravery, we all know that Rinoa fears doing things alone. But many times in the game, she does things alone anyway. Bravery is not the absence of fear but the willingness to challenge it, and our girl challenges it all the time!

Further, she makes the active decision to rejoin the SeeDs after Irvine escorts her out of D-District prison. What I realized in writing my fic, which is an alternate timeline, is that Rinoa actually has no established reason to go to the missile base. But you can assign her to that party. And she will do it without complaint. She is risking her life, not to earn money, or to move her mission in Timber forward, or even to spend more time with Squall. She will go because she thinks it's the right thing to do, and because she wants to help Selphie, someone she has just met.

She gives people the benefit of the doubt. There is no denying that Squall is a huge jerk to her at times early game, but she is emotionally intelligent enough to realize that whatever he is projecting is not about her. And then she tries, over and over, to reach out to him. She is so patient. But also, she gives Deling the benefit of the doubt - they were trying to reason with him on the train, not even blackmail him or threaten him, but just have a conversation. She tries to not kill Edea TWICE. She tries to use the bangle to circumvent assassination and then tries to get the SeeDs to find another way to face her. She even returns to Esthar after they were hostile toward her. She believes in the good of people. Maybe that's being naive but if we were all as cynical as some other characters in this game, the world would completely fall apart.

Rinoa is always thinking. She is crafty, she comes up with interesting plans, and she can even be a bit of a schmoozer. Rinoa is only 17, and so some of this is not always executed in the best way; but I think she is extremely intelligent and creative. And, I mean, you GOTTA BE if you can teach your dog all those amazing tricks.

Don't you DARE call her a damsel in distress. She is just as much the hero of FFVIII as Squall is and YES I will die on this hill. Does she get into some pretty nasty situations? Yes. Are some of these situations caused by mistakes on her part? Absolutely. But this girl is far from helpless and goes all out to save Squall, her friends, and ALL OF TIME AND SPACE. She was willing to go to Edea by herself with a bangle that she had idea if it worked to help her friends. She was at peace with being locked away for probably the rest of her life if that meant keeping the world safe. She was willingly possessed by an evil sorceress for a second time after having a traumatic more-than-near-death experience the first time (she hadn't even experienced an Ellone dream before so imagine how scary this entire prospect was??? Like yes you need to lose your conciousness to some future bitch again and then you have to go into this other bitch's head in the past in this dreamscape you've never even been in and then yeah all of time is gonna collapse if/when you come to, you cool with that, Rinoa?). At the end of the game, she physically travels between dimensions/time/space/realities to find Squall and revive him, and then transport them back to their own reality which is obvious savior stuff. But she also saves Squall throughout the game by staying by his side, asking the right questions, listening to him, and giving him validation that, while he doesn't accept, he needs to hear. And oh yeah she fucks up Irvine to go get Squall out of prison. There's a reason they only call her "princess" once in the game - because she's NOT just a princess.

She cute as fuck js not just physically but also the things she says and her mannerisms. She's just so charming! No wonder Squall fell toss-myself-into-space in love with her! Me too tf

Tbh there are more reasons but this post is already longer than I thought it was going to be. Apparently I just have a lot of Rinoa feelings okay?! Okay.

Love you, happy birthday you absolute angel you ❤️

#If you are interested in my fic Chaos Theory the first 5 chapters are entirely Rinoa's POV #ffviii #squinoa #final fantasy viii #squall x rinoa #rinoa heartilly #final fantasy 8 #ff8 #squall leonhart

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neonskullboyz · 2 years

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Thinkin’ about a Steve who just doesn’t understand why Billy and Eddie are friends. Steve and Billy have finally established something like friendship, but right as Steve is finally itching for Billy’s attention, affection, anything - Billy starts spending more time with Munson.

Billy’s not giving up the goods, and Steve is starting to think that he looks as pathetic as he feels, vying for Billy’s attention. Maybe Billy finally understands, or at least takes pity on Steve after Steve makes a nasty remark to/about Eddie. Billy always liked King Steve, but Steve’s put the crown to rest, so the venom is really out of left field.

Somehow, Steve finds himself in Eddie’s trailer. He probably went to apologize, but Billy shows up for some weed. Eddie is a forgiving person and offers Steve some shrooms as a token of peace. Steve isn’t a psychedelics kind of guy, which prompts Eddie to be like, “Then you have to enjoy them here. The big guy and I will watch over you.”

Eddie fails to inform Steve that shrooms are more than an hallucinogen, they take a person’s emotional dial and crank it up to a hundred.

Fast forward to Steve being extremely emotional over the amount of mugs in the trailer and disappearing to Eddie’s room to try and sleep it off. It’s a small place, so even blitzed as they are, Eddie and Billy exchange looks of wonder at King Steve crumbling into a puddle. They give him a few minutes before following into Eddie’s room, where Steve’s crying and whining about how Billy doesn’t love him, just led him on and then left him out to dry. How, if Eddie just liked sports, he’d have the whole school eating out of his hands and is far more King material than Steve has ever felt.

The metal heads realize they have a steaming pile of a bisexual crisis on the bed and Eddie chimes, “How’d you guys do in geometry?”

Steve only buries himself under a pillow and Billy squints at him like, What the hell are you talking about?

“Well a three-way takes some expertise in angles.”

“Does that look ready for his first time with dick, to you?”

Eddie sighs as he climbs over Steve to take the side of the bed against the wall. “You can be the light he sees after a bad trip, or you get hit the road. Sounds like that’s what he’s used to already.”

That gets some possessiveness out of Billy, and they both sandwich Steve on the bed, like bowling alley bumpers while his body finishes the trip.

It’s like waking up from a dream. A terrible dream that has Steve’s body feeling like he was in a car accident. Crying is hard work, but Billy’s lips are soft. Eddie’s hair is softer, and he smiles when Steve blurts as much.

“All mine, sweetheart. No crunchy curls here.”

“Hey,” Billy growls, but he can’t be mad with the way Steve shivers.

#harringroveson #ficlet #metal sandwich #neonskullboyz

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cryoculus · 1 year

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— guard dog 12 ⟢

pairing: thoma x assassin!reader

summary: after several tribulations, the cure is finally in your hands. all that's left now is to return to your newfound family and make things right.

word count: 6.3k words

notable characters: thoma

tags: found family, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

warnings: referenced character death, implied drug use, makeout sessions

header art cr: nokkusuart on twt

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Thoma woke up with a start.

Despite the searing cold, trails of sweat proceeded to bead down his face, and he realized it was because of two reasons. One: the fireplace in Doctor Naoko’s home still housed a fervent flame—illuminating the otherwise desolate space inside. And two…

Green eyes flickered to the sleeping figure in his arms.

He watched the rise and fall of your chest in near-silence. Though he’s a little hesitant to admit, the sight of you alone was enough to quell the momentary unrest that settled over his heart.

A bereft sigh left his lips as he slumped against the wall, piecing together the dream he had just now. Thoma didn’t particularly remember the last time he had a nightmare, but it was no surprise that he’d be tormented by one now—with some nasty curse currently taking up residence in his body.

Those kinds of dreams were the furthest thing from pleasant, and he found himself wondering how you managed to deal with them regularly. Though you put up a snarky front for the most part, he’s heard you enough times back in the estate’s kitchen when you thought no one was there—barely breathing as you anchored yourself to your own sanity.

He closed his eyes, remembering how Orobashi’s hollow eyes seemingly pierced into his soul earlier today. You were amazing, he thought. If he had to live with something that practically oozed malignant energy into the land, Thoma didn’t know how he himself would be faring mentally. But here you were, nestled in his arms—trusting him enough to lay yourself vulnerable in your slumber.

Your face was devoid of the discomfort that nightmares would otherwise incite. You looked more at peace than he’s ever seen you, and he liked to think it’s because of him that those bad dreams had been abated. But the chief retainer wasn’t really as self-centered as he liked to be.

He knew it wasn’t because of his company that you’ve slowly unfurled your tightly wrung disposition towards other people. Anyone who knew you could tell that you treated others with open hostility by default, and now that you’ve spent a chunk of your time around the same people you claimed to despise, he realized it.

You let your guard down. You let them in.

Of course, you weren’t the first person his family had tried to save, nor were you the last. But of all the troublesome people that the Kamisato siblings wished to give a second chance at life, you’re by far the most stubborn.

Thoma had never seen anyone cling so deeply to their past that they thought they no longer deserved a future. He’s only hazarded a few of his own guesses that night he interrogated you in Ritou Harbor, and you’re yet to completely come clean about what happened for you to lead the life you’d chosen. But he knew a person who wanted to break free of those chains when he saw them—even if you yourself weren’t aware of it yet.

A smile snaked its way onto his lips when you stirred slightly, muttering something under your breath before burrowing deeper into his embrace. His chest stirred.

Slowly, surely, with utmost patience. That’s how Ayaka preferred doing things, and Thoma had only recently picked up the habit as well. After all…

If he’s going to let himself love you, he’s going to need all the patience he could get.

“Got anything on your end?”

“Nope. What about you?”

“There’s nothing in the other houses either. Are you sure this is the only place he could’ve left it?”

“Yeah. The doctor never left Higi Village since he first got here…”

“In other words, we’re screwed.”

“Yup. We’re screwed.”

Thoma plopped himself on top of the chair adjacent from yours with a sigh, green eyes riveted on the dusty fireplace. You felt a bit bad for letting him inspect the other houses for clues about the journal’s whereabouts. Though it was raining relatively lightly compared to yesterday, you could still see some spots in his kimono that had probably been dampened by the drizzle.

You let out a deep, slightly exaggerated breath—staring at the floor with a prickle of helplessness. It wasn’t a matter of when you’re going to get back to the estate with the cure. It was more of an if.

Yesterday, you and Thoma had unanimously (and selfishly) decided to sleep the day away until the next morning. Needless to say, those few hours you spent curled rather uncomfortably against his solid body and the floor provided you with even more serenity than a good night’s sleep in the manor. You hadn’t slept next to anyone since your mother died, so you chalked up the sense of security to the fact that it’s been a while since you let anyone get close like that.

But no matter how well-rested you’ve become after cuddling in this abandoned house; no matter how badly you wanted to stay suspended in that moment forever, the facts of the matter caught up to you in no time.

Several lives were on the line for this trip. You had to come back with results.

Did you want to keep it from me so badly that you’re still hiding it even in death? you wondered, hoping Doctor Naoko could hear you from the afterlife. Damn old man…

“How do you live with it?”

Thoma’s voice was barely a touch above a whisper, and if it had been raining any harder, you would’ve missed the words. But even if you hadn’t heard him, the furrow of his brow as he stared into the hearth was hard to ignore.

“You mean the nightmares?” you asked softly. “What did you dream about?”

He sighed, taking the hair band on his wrist before tying long hair at the nape. “The day I found myself stranded in Inazuma. But… I’m long past that. I’ve already found a home for myself here, after all.”

You watched the way his hand absentmindedly rose to the pendant around his neck. It was slightly obscured by the lapels of his kimono, but he’d always worn that strangely shaped necklace. Even if he’d changed out of his usual uniform, it remained on his person still. The foreign design made you wonder if he brought it with him from Mondstadt.

But there was a time and place for everything. You elected not to pry.

“Well…in Yashiori Island, you pretty much have no choice but to get used to it,” you sighed, and it wasn’t really untrue. “If you don’t like it, you can just leave. But the people who used to live here knew what leaving this place and bringing the curse somewhere else entailed. That’s why most of us just accepted the cards we’d been dealt. We even have a saying about it, too—”

“If you’re born in Higi Village, you die in Higi Village.”

You stared at him with lips parted, but Thoma beat you to the words with a soft laugh.

“Sorry, I came across the saying when I did a background check on you,” he admitted. “But there isn’t anyone else in this place aside from the ronin we drove out yesterday. Don’t tell me they’re…”

The weight of his words settled over your shoulders with a familiar yet unwelcome sense of resignation. You didn’t just get used to living miserably on this island. The Tatarigami curse made you well-acquainted with loss, and it came as no surprise for you to know that the people you left six years ago had long passed.

You could’ve saved them. You could’ve given them the cure.

But you didn’t.

It’s your fault. It’s your fault. Everything is your fault.

“I’ll…look around some more,” you announced, rising from your own seat. “Gonna check something out the front.”

Thoma flashed you a worried look but eventually conceded. “Alright.”

Doctor Naoko’s home, despite being no different from the other shoddy huts around Higi Village, had a small canopy on the front porch. This is where you usually watched the endless stretch of gray above—wondering if you could ever see a sky that wasn’t perpetually gloomy.

You glanced around. Nothing but old barrels and rotting crates littered the lawn—along with a milieu of red leaves scattered all around the patio. In the rain, they almost made it look like the ground itself was bleeding. A shuddering breath left your lips as you attempted to walk down the wooden steps, not really having a destination in mind.

But before you could even take another step, you realized the hem of your borrowed kimono had been dragging across the floor. The fabric got caught on one of the jutting pieces of broken wood and when you walked forward, it inevitably pulled you back—making you trip on your feet and landing face first on the wet ground.

Well, that would’ve been your fate if your reflexes hadn’t been as fast as they were. You twisted your body to the side before you could collide with the barren soil, letting out a pained groan when one of your legs accidentally hit a clay pot. It shattered immediately and you wondered if the gods were out to smite you today.

The rain prickled your face like small needles as you took a deep breath. Water was beginning to seep into the fabric of Thoma’s kimono and you knew you should get up before you’re forced to make another compromise with your clothing. But…for some reason, you decided to tilt your head towards the space beneath the platform on which Doctor Naoko’s house stood.

There, you saw a clump of conspicuously disturbed soil. Like someone had buried something underneath and hadn’t bothered to pat down the evidence.

“Is everything oka— Whoa.”

At the same time Thoma found you lying on the ground, you scrambled upright to inspect the pile of dirt closer. But it was too far to reach.

“Do you have a shovel on you?” you asked him.

He made a face. “That’s the second time you asked me that, and it surprises me that you still expect that the answer is yes.”

“Just— Look? Something’s buried beneath the house. Help me reach it.”

In spite of the bizarre look he’d shot your way, Thoma was quick to get to work. Not sparing another thought, he brought down his boot across the weakened platform—shattering the wood with enough force. You helped toss away the excess splinters before you finally saw what’s gotten you so curious.

Just like how you’d uncovered your belongings in Chinju Forest, you began digging up the pile with your bare fingers—uncaring for the way the dirt sneaked into your fingernails. Your heart was beating erratically, and a voice in the back of your head was saying you were on the right track.

To your surprise, Thoma sank to his knees beside you and began shoveling dirt and grass away as well. Even if you stared at him with a hint of shock, he continued mirroring your previous ministrations. You were about to tell him he didn’t have to, but then you heard his fingers hit something solid.

You silently went back to work.

The fruit of your labor came in the form of a considerably-sized wooden box wrapped in an old white cloth. When you uncovered it, you noticed it was probably as long as your forearm, but no wider than six inches. The lid was unmarked—giving you absolutely no indication that this belonged to Doctor Naoko.

“Only one way to find out,” Thoma chipped in beside you, placing a dirt-caked hand right on top of your own.

Your chest ached, whether from anticipation or dread, you weren’t sure. But you took him upon his words before unlatching the lock and...

Inside was the very same journal you’d been long searching for.

You sank onto the portion of the platform that Thoma hadn’t smashed in, placing the box on your lap. Your fingers hovered over it, as if you’re unsure what to make of the object you’d just found. Slowly, you took the notebook out of the box, leafing through the pages with utmost care.

The paper had gone brittle over the years—its edges yellowing from age. But this was, without a doubt, Doctor Naoko’s journal. You recognized his rushed, shorthand script, and the smatterings of medical terminologies that he’d once briefed you with years ago. It contained not much else aside from prescriptions for common ailments—headaches, colds, fatigue. He did do a rushed sketch of a young girl standing over a boiling pot of hot water, and you had a suspicion the scribble was fashioned out of your likeness. Even if discovering a ratty drawing of yourself would’ve annoyed you six years ago, you felt nothing but a sense of longing at the sight of it.

You sure put me through a lot of trouble, stupid geezer…

“Wait, what’s that?”

Caught up in your own reminiscing, you realized a bit late that Thoma sat down directly beside you—the heat of his body steadily mingling with yours under the canopy. You gulped, momentarily forgetting that he was pointing at something else inside the box.

It was a light blue pouch, the silken fabric tied at the edge with a delicate ribbon. Embroidered on the front was a peculiar shell that you could’ve sworn you’d seen before—

Your eyes widened when the realization hit you.

Thoma watched with rapt attention as you sifted through the journal’s pages—eyes darting across every page until you found what you were looking for. Two pages’ worth of intricately done sketches. You hadn’t been to Watatsumi Island yourself, but Doctor Naoko seemed to have been there before if he managed to capture the landscape this well. He hadn’t colored it in, but you recognized the shell patterned on the pouch from the box.

Well, judging from his notes on the second page, the shell wasn’t actually a shell, but a special type of coral. A coral endemic to Watatsumi Island that often produced things called Sango pearls—pale pink in appearance, almost iridescent in certain angles.

“If melted under a certain temperature, liquefied Sango pearls can exhibit exponential medicinal properties,” you murmured, tracing a finger over the doctor’s handwriting. “Potent enough to cure even the most malignant of illnesses…”

You set down the journal for a moment, taking the pouch in-hand. It weighed more than you’d expected, but when you unraveled the pristine ribbon that held it together, you found out the reason behind it.

Unlike the unflattering drawing he did of you, Doctor Naoko’s descriptions tied in accurately with the pouchful of Sango pearls inside. You wedged two fingers inside, taking out one of the pearls as you held it up in front of you. It was hard to tell, given that there was barely any sunlight in Yashiori. But the opalescent gleam of the object in your hands told you enough.

You’ve finally found your cure.

“Are you sure we did that right?”

Thoma’s concerned voice snapped you out of your momentary stupor as the both of you stood in front of the cooking pot. “Yeah. Doctor Naoko wrote the instructions down to the specific details.”

The chief retainer nodded as he toweled his damp but now clean hands. “Hmm… So we just have to wait for these to melt right? And then what?”

“You drink it,” you replied simply. “It doesn’t really taste like anything aside from saltwater.”

“...Sounds dreadful. I use saltwater to get rid of my sore throat.”

“That’s better than being cursed to me.”

He laughed, pulling you away from the hearth with a smile. “Come on. I’ll watch over our experiment. You can go sit over there for the meantime.”

“But—”

“No buts!”

This line of conversation was awfully familiar, but you didn’t have the heart nor the energy to argue.

As Thoma intermittently stirred the pot where you boiled the Sango pearls, you sat yourself on one of the rickety chairs—taking the doctor’s journal from the dusty dinner table.

You couldn’t believe it. After years of accepting your sword was the only connection you had left to him, then came his elusive journal. Though you still couldn’t fathom why on earth he tried so hard to hide its contents from you (when they’re nothing but medical gibberish to a normal person), you were glad it was in your hands now.

It gave you something else to remember him by. There were times that looking at your sword made you a bit queasy because of the manner in which it was given to you. But there was none of that with his journal. Instead of the day Doctor Naoko perished before you, this notebook reminded you of his odd quirks, his innate curiosity for anything and everything, and especially his determination to help the people in Higi Village.

You read every page he’d marked, refreshing your memory of all those little lessons he taught you in passing. He was brilliant enough to put difficult concepts into words easy for even you to understand. But with each moment you spent going through the entries of a man that’s been dead for six years, the desolation slowly creeped back towards you.

You’d always found it odd how you’ve grown more attached to Doctor Naoko—someone you only knew for two months at most—than your own biological parents. You shouldn’t be so torn up about his death as much as you were, but…

When you turned to the next page, you’d reached the end of the journal.

You blinked at the wall of text staring at you from your lap—a far cry from the broken, bulleted scribbles that the doctor often preferred to write in. There were no footnotes, no random sketches, no lists of recommended drug dosages. It was an open letter, seemingly jotted down in haste judging from the near-illegible handwriting.

An open letter addressed to you.

If you’re reading this I’m probably dead.

Haha! That’s probably not the introduction you’re expecting. Sorry about that, but…I don’t have much time.

The day I travelled to Higi Village, I challenged myself with finding a cure for the Tatarigami. It’s a silly dream, I know. Diseases can be cured, but curses are a bit more complex than that—especially one that’s been running rampant for centuries. But one day, I was just a fool with a dream, and the next, I became a real doctor; someone who wanted to help the people of the village not out of some egotistic need to prove himself, but to save those who cannot save themselves.

It was easier when you came along—so curious and willing to learn. I’m sure that I wasn’t as eager as you were when I was still a doctor’s aide, but it made me all the more complacent to depart from this world, knowing there’s someone who can carry on my mission to save the villagers with my medicine.

But…I realized it’s selfish of me to force my dreams onto you like that. You’re a smart kid. Someone that’ll achieve heights that I can only dream of. You don’t deserve to be shackled by my expectations, nor should you chain yourself on this island all for the sake of filling in a role I’ll inevitably leave.

A life lost to disease is no one’s fault, but if I force your hand and ask you to kill me, it’s only natural for you to take the blame. By the time you read this letter, the reassurance is probably months, if not years too late. But I want you to know that all I wish for you is to find your place in the world, even if it comes at the cost of my own life. Archons know you don’t belong in this desolate place, but maybe that’s just my little personal bias speaking.

I pray that you’ll find a place where you feel safe, where the nightmares can’t reach you. I pray that you find people who love you the way you deserve to be loved. And I pray that you find the family that I once hoped for us to become.

The world is a wonderful place, little one. I can’t wait for the day when you finally see it for yourself.

“Miss Kira, look!”

Before the waterworks could even begin, Thoma called out from the fireplace and you realized his Vision was pinned to his side again—hands aglow as he held them around the pot.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked him, voice cracking a little. Gods, you didn’t even have the time to let the doctor’s stupid letter sink in…

You stood up from your seat, leaving the journal on top of the dinner table as you stared into the cooking pot. Inside, the clear water had morphed into a familiar, light pink broth. But you’re a bit more distracted by the fact that Thoma was probably imbuing his own Pyro energy to speed up the process.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He pouted. “I just thought things would be quicker if I did a little intervention myself.”

But you weren’t even mad. For some reason, things seemed to be falling into place right that second. With the cure under production and the last words Doctor Naoko had left, you couldn’t even let yourself think about anything that might go wrong.

In fact, the tears that trickled across your cheeks were of elation rather than grief.

“Miss Kira, are you okay?”

You sniffled, wiping away the tears with a laugh as you paced around restlessly. “Yeah, I’m just— God. I’m so happy I could… I could kiss you!”

The room seemed to still when you’d uttered the words, and you immediately regretted it the moment they came out of your mouth. Thoma seemed just as surprised as you were—the orange glow of his fingers dulling into nothingness.

“Come again?”

You gulped, face flushing red with embarrassment. “N-No, it’s nothing. Poor choice of words, sorry.”

But Thoma wasn’t buying it.

The chief retainer left the pot unattended for a while, striding over to you where you stood as he practically forced you to meet his stern gaze. But despite how stringent he looked, you could still see a hint of softness in those beautiful green irises.

“You know if you say things like that, I’m going to get the wrong idea, right?” he whispered.

“That’s why I apologized. Didn’t I?” you muttered in return, but when one of his hands—still warm from his earlier actions—rested on your hip, you didn’t protest.

Thoma leaned down until his forehead rested against yours. You could feel each bated breath he took on your face, and you wondered if it was possible to get eaten alive by someone’s stare alone.

“I need you to tell me to back off,” he breathed. “Tell me explicitly to never approach you like this again, and I won’t. I swear it on the Kamisato name.”

Seeing him like this was sending you into another bout of whiplash. Though it wasn’t the first you’ve seen of a more…daring side of him, thinking of Thoma as a man with his own desires and needs was near unfathomable. Especially if those desires and needs were directed your way.

But…

I pray that you find people who love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Was the look in his eyes something you could really call love? It’s hard to tell. You didn’t really have any prior experience in that department. But when you thought about how devastated he looked when you announced you’d be leaving the estate; how he looked like he wanted to reach out and ask you to stay… You couldn’t help but convince yourself of the fact.

“What if…I don’t want you to back off?”

You wanted to hit yourself for how timid you suddenly sounded. Gosh, way to fuel the atmosphere, you damn virgin. But somehow, that’s what did it for him. The final push that made Thoma’s self-control finally snap in two.

As a mercenary, you didn’t really spend a lot of time thinking about what your first kiss would feel like. You’d always been under the impression that no one would want anything to do with a person who did shady things for a living. But if someone told you that there was a blond foreigner in the Kamisato estate who made you see stars from the way he kissed you alone, you might have asked them to elaborate a little.

You didn’t know how you ended up with your back pressed against the dinner table as Thoma hungrily devoured your lips. You didn’t know if the pointy edge digging against the small of your back was Doctor Naoko’s journal. All you knew was the hot slide of his tongue curling with yours as the chief retainer’s warm hands wandered everywhere.

“Down, boy,” you groaned once he pulled away—fingers clutching the lapels of his kimono tightly. “Take it easy on the first-timers, will you?”

Thoma leaned closer again, and you could feel him smirk against the cut of your jaw.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You yelped when you felt Thoma’s fingers dig into your sides, forcing you against his hips. The outline of something very hot and very hard pressed against the apex of your thighs, and you could hardly believe it. You didn’t remember having this much of a sex drive when you were afflicted with the curse.

But then again, Thoma hadn’t existed to you at the time. You had the strangest feeling that he’s the only one who could ignite the same flame smoldering in the pit of your stomach right now.

You hardly had the capacity to think properly as he continued mapping the cavern of your mouth with his tongue. Your hands made good work of the tie that bound his golden hair, and when you finally got rid of that, you took the liberty to rake your fingers through the silken tufts. He groaned into the kiss when you lightly tugged at his scalp.

Though, as Thoma’s fingers slowly teased the lapels of your borrowed kimono, you had a split-second epiphany.

Weren’t you going a bit too fast?

Last night, you walked out when he tried to make a move, and now you’re splayed all over the table like a feast? Archons, if Doctor Naoko was watching over you from the other side, he was probably sighing in disbelief.

“I told you to find someone who loves you the way you deserved, but not like this,” he’d probably grumble.

Okay maybe thinking of your dead guardian in the middle of a makeout session wasn’t very sexy of you, but—

Your eyes widened when you felt something warm trickle onto your face. You thought it might have been the rain finally soaking through the ceiling, but when you opened your eyes and pulled away for a breather, you saw it.

Thoma was having a nosebleed.

“Shit,” you murmured, pushing at his chest slightly as you wiped off the blood with the sleeve of your kimono. “Are you okay?”

He blinked once, twice, before dabbing at the blood he got on your face. “Now that you mention it... I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. I had a nightmare last night, too.”

“And you’re only telling me all this now?!” You scowled. “Archons, you’ve got some nerve trying to make a move on me when you’re sick.”

You expected him to say something offhanded like he usually did, but Thoma only offered up a gentle laugh. In spite of your protests, Thoma leaned closer to nuzzle the crook of your neck affectionately.

“I have you to take care of me, don’t I?”

Gods help you. How were you supposed to be infuriated with him now?

Just like that, the sultry atmosphere had dissipated. You forced Thoma to sit down as you scooped some of the Sango broth into a bowl—making sure to blow it every now and again so it wasn’t too hot to consume. The whole time, you felt Thoma’s green eyes fixated on your form, and as much as you wanted to snap at him for making you feel nervous, you couldn’t muster the willpower to do so.

He sampled your first trial without complaints, informing you that the saltwater taste you’d mentioned still held true. The knowledge made you feel a wave of relief. That meant you were on the right track.

After half an hour, when Thoma felt considerably better, you both decided to pack up.

Your clothes had dried nicely from the heat of the fireplace that Thoma had tended to diligently all this time. When you changed back to your own garbs, you handed back his kimono with a sheen of red tinting your cheeks.

“I have to confess something to you,” he said, stuffing all the utility items he’d brought into his larger than life overnight bag.

You snorted. “What, your undying love for me?”

“Mmm, well that and seeing you in my clothes kind of did something to my brain,” he laughed. “I’m not always as…forward as I was these past few days. I apologize.”

You weren’t sure which to focus on first: the fact that he blatantly admitted his feelings for you so easily or his profession about the sharing-clothes thing. Nonetheless, the heat on your face refused to leave, even after the two of you had fully cleaned up the entire place.

Outside, the rain still persisted and you’ve resigned yourself to sitting in the waverider back home dripping wet. Not that it mattered, though.

Thoma offered to carry the wooden box containing Doctor Naoko’s journal, the formula for the cure you brewed earlier, and the pouch of leftover Sango pearls. But you insisted for it to stay by your side out of some inexplicable sense of responsibility. The doctor left all these for you to find, and it’s your duty to look after the items from here on out.

“Ah, by the way,” you chimed. “I’m going to make a quick detour before we head back. But…I kind of want to do it alone.”

Surprisingly, the chief retainer nodded along. “Well, you have your sword so you can probably fend off any thugs that try to cross you.”

“Damn straight.”

“I have another side-mission issued by Lady Kujou as well,” Thoma said. “Let’s just meet by the docks once we’ve got our business sorted out. That sound like a plan?”

Upon hearing the tengu general’s name, your eyes narrowed with suspicion. But since Thoma didn’t try to pry into your business, you’re compelled to do the same for him.

“Promise me you won’t get killed wherever you’re going?” You pouted.

He laughed softly, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. In turn, you blushed several shades redder than usual. This damn guy…

“I promise.”

The cemetery was only a short distance away from the village itself.

Growing up, you’d always loathed making the trip downhill. Going to the cemetery meant another person from the village had passed. You didn’t really like dwelling on the death of the people around you, for all the good reasons there was.

But now, as you laid down the box and sword in your hands in front of an unmarked grave, you couldn’t help but feel like this was where you’re supposed to be.

“It’s me,” you murmured. “Sorry. I visited Mother’s and Father’s graves first. But…you weren’t the impatient type anyways.”

Your words were met by nothing but the sound of the ever-present rain. You sighed.

“I’m also sorry I didn’t turn out to be the amazing, talented doctor you probably wanted me to be.” A pause. “For the past six years, instead of saving lives, I’ve been taking them. I wonder if you’ll still think I’m fit to follow in your footsteps. But if it means anything, a…friend and I came back here in search of the cure you made.” You managed a smile, patting the box on your side. “Maybe if I help those people, it’ll cancel out the sins I’ve already committed… What do you think?”

Your shoulders shook as you let out a dry laugh.

“Probably not, right? But someone told me that actions have consequences, even if I’m not the one who’ll pick up the pieces in the end.” It was surprisingly easy for you to reiterate the words Thoma had imparted to you that day in Konda Village. “I’m fully aware of that, and I promise to clean up my act so you wouldn’t have to roll in your grave worrying about me.”

You got back to your feet, picking up the box and sword from the ground. But instead of letting the sheathless sword hang by your waist like usual, you grabbed it by the hilt before plunging the blade into the wet earth.

“I still don’t know how to deal with the mess with the Tenryou Commission,” you admitted. “I don’t even know if they’ll spare me for breaking our contract but…I’m grateful they reached out to me.”

In your mind, the past two months went by in a blur of memories—both bitter and pleasant alike. You smiled, noting how that specific span of time meant to you. Your life with Doctor Naoko ended in two months’ time, but also in two months’ time, you found your place in this world.

“If it weren’t for them…" You managed a sincere smile as the faces of everyone in the estate appeared in your head. “I never would have met the family I have now.”

You were more than relieved to be liberated from the rain.

The docks were relatively deserted when you arrived, and the waverider you’d brought was thankfully, still moored near the shore. Still, there was no sign of Thoma anywhere. You sighed, sitting on the boardwalk as you let your legs dangle over the edge. What was taking him so long…

But as you waited for your companion to arrive, you began contemplating what's going to happen once you return.

Of course, disseminating the first batch of the cure was of utmost importance. The Sango pearls proved to be highly effective, based on how quickly Thoma had recovered earlier. But you knew the scant amount you had right now won’t be enough for everyone in the estate—much more the soldiers that the Tenryou Commission deliberately infected. You’ll have to ask Ayaka or Ayato if it’s within their power to negotiate the procurement of more pearls with the higher-ups from Watatsumi Island.

But that reminded you… You had to speak to Ayaka again.

It’s obvious that you regretted speaking so out of turn almost a week ago, when you’d walked out of the estate. Though she was a bit secretive about it, wasn’t Ayaka just doing the same as Doctor Naoko had with you? She took in a complete stranger and cared for them like they were her own blood. Maybe that’s why you were so inexplicably drawn to her.

Her kindness reminded you of the doctor, and you hadn’t even realized it.

You’ve made up your mind. You’re going down on your knees to beg for forgiveness. No cutting corners this time.

In the midst of coming to terms with your own plans, though, you spotted someone running in the distance. It didn’t take too long for you to realize it was Thoma, but aside from the bag he’d lugged over for the trip, he had something else in his grasp.

Wait a minute. Was that a person he’s dragging around?

“Start the waverider now!” he screamed, and you didn’t have to be told twice once you spotted the flurry of soldiers tailing him shortly from behind.

You hopped into the boat with the doctor’s wooden box wedged beneath your elbow. But starting a waverider was as easy as walking on a tightrope with a stack of plates on your head. The mechanism on the dashboard was completely unfamiliar to you, and you had to fumble a few times with the random buttons before the engine whirred to life.

Thoma tumbled inside with a thud, effectively cramping the inner compartment with 1.) his stupid bag, and 2.) the unconscious soldier he’d dragged all over the beach—

“What the fuck?” You scowled as you stared at Kujou Masahito’s unconscious face. “How the hell did you knock him out and kidnap him?!”

Before answering your question, Thoma made you scoot over to the passenger side, pressing the unconscious Tenryou Commander between the two of you. He revved the boat’s engine with a loud roar before it sped away from the shores of Yashiori—leaving the soldiers after him in the dust.

“Well, in a way, it’s all thanks to you,” the chief retainer said once the waverider was a good distance away—waving a familiar pouch in your face.

It was your stash of powdered crystal marrow.

“I didn’t even have to use much of it,” he hollered, patting Masahito’s cheek lightly. The soldier didn’t stir even in the slightest. “Just blew some into his face when he was out on patrol and he dropped like a fly.”

“Give me that,” you hissed, taking the potent drug from his grasp before you stuffed it into the wooden box. “I take it Lady Kujou wants to have a word with her brother then?”

“That’s the gist of it, yeah.”

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe the situation you’d inevitably tangled yourself into. All in the span of two days, you had to fight off an army of plague-infested soldiers, go back to your childhood village to find a cure, made out with the chief retainer of the Kamisato clan, and transported Kujou Masahito’s unconscious body on a high-speed waverider.

Someone should seriously write a biography of your life. The Yae Publishing House is going to make bank off how utterly convoluted each aspect was.

But…no matter how ridiculous everything seemed, it was alright. You were alright.

And for now, that’s all that mattered.

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