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beliscary · 3 months

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@necromycologist #👀 prev im begging you to elaborate on your vision for them

oh my god. im so sorry. I have can't shut up disease. so many series spoilers here we go

for context, these were my tags on user cemeterything 's post featuring this gem:

#nick & sam mutually in the trilogy postcanon I made up in my head #shut up you're not transmuting into a sword and/or stone and I'm not becoming primordial destructive light let's think this through #very much IF I CAN'T NEITHER CAN YOU

ok I gotta bring up Nehima

The ancient Clayr made sure that the sword Nehima and the Dark Mirror found their way to Lirael. Lirael in turn will find Sameth, who passes the bells and the Book on to her. Eventually, she passes the panpipes and then Nehima on to him so that he can forge what they will need to defeat Orannis. This sword bears the inscription: 'Remember the Wallmakers. Remember me.'

Now, here's this passage from the very beginning of Abhorsen, which has been the rock in the shoe of my brain since I read it:

"He was a Wallmaker as well as a royal prince, but what did that mean? The Wallmakers had disappeared millennia ago, putting themselves into the creation of the Wall and the great Charter Stones—quite literally, as far as Sam knew. For a moment he wondered if that would be his destiny too. Would he have to make something that would end his life? At least as a living, breathing man? For the Wallmakers weren't exactly dead, Sam thought, remembering the great Charter Stones and the Wall. They were more transformed, or transfigured, not that he fancied that either. In any case he was far more likely to simply get killed..."

Nehima made something that ended her life, at least as a living, breathing woman. 🤷‍♀️

With Sam's canonical fear of capital D 'Death' Still Very Much Existing, I feel like the best course re: future character development would have been to dig into the tension between immortality as a construct/weapon vs. accepting death and deciding to be fully human. Is that very narrow eternal life as a part of the Wall, or a weapon to be wielded, or a Charter Stone… tempting? terrifying? Does he feel becoming some kind of weapon or tool is inevitable? Has he ever wondered what the inscription on whatever remains of him should be? Has he written it somewhere and burned it like all those letters to his parents he was too afraid to send?

Time and again in the books, Sam thinks to himself how glad he is that he's not the Abhorsen and how happy he is to be able to make things, to be Of Use to the Abhorsen/the Kingdom. He feels awful about what he considers his moments of cowardice and his abandonment of his responsibilities. I think he's in the perfect pressure cooker to be an enormous idiot about what duty calls him to do, while also struggling internally with his own fears. 'I can make this ultimate sacrifice... and also not die.... am I being a coward.... no one has to know.... is this a fate worse than death?... maybe I deserve that. maybe what I deserve has nothing to do with it, and this is simply what I must do, just as the Abhorsens must walk in Death...'

I think Nick needs to kick him in the shins about it (ughgbhfhfhh there's that part in one of the later letters Nick writes in the books that's like 'come here and tell me I'm being a stupid asshole so I stop being a stupid asshole'... fave. this vibe, both ways.) Sam never got to see Nick possessed by Orannis so I feel like Nick should get to deal with Sam, sometimes unsettling conduit for The Charter's intent. ('I Didn't Get Possessed In His Place And Temporarily Die For This!')

and Nick!!! arghhh WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THE SURVIVING VESSEL OF ORANNIS?! his skeptic's worldview is shattered! he's traumatized! he's IRRADIATED! he has sooo much to feel guilty about and thinks he has to make up for, especially with regards to what he thinks he owes the Kingdom and the survivors of Forwin Mill.... but his very existence disrupts the Charter. Not too long ago, he was walking talking anathema to life itself. also he has these weird temptations to shuck off his mortal body and become a being of pure Free Magic??? Is it worse that he's still alive, because he's so dangerous? He came back from Death, why him when so many others died? Shouldn't he have just taken what was left of the hemispheres' powers to the grave with him? I'm sure he gets in his head about 'I need to do something with this life I got to return to because otherwise...'

obligation v. guilt v. desire. basically so much trauma and also Need To Make It Right. Sam would kick him in the shins about it except then he'd have to recognize the self in the other and 😬 he's probably still emotionally recovering from Nick saying those exact words to him and coughing his dying blood on his face. I digress

I think too that even though nick's irradiated and the Charter goes all wonky around him, the fact that the baptism took and the mark stays Means Something, and I choose to believe that in this strange way Nick is the new walking talking Destroyer, and that remnant of the Destroyer which exists as Nick wants to be a part of the Charter this time around, and with Sam having so many of the bloodlines it's just.... the most bizarre mutual understanding of what being alive means, as kids who used to vault desks at boarding school and also as... living manifestations of the cycle of creation and destruction. and they both have to constantly grab each other by the scruff of the neck to remind each other they're allowed to live too, not just throw themselves "into the making" like the Bright Shiners

(at my Most Bittersweet I think about how maybe it's Sam who passes away first, and until the very moment he goes, Nick can't quite believe he actually decided to die a man and not forge himself into some other thing. they had of course talked about it before but there was always a part of Nick that wondered...

and when he does cross into the River, Nick is the one to perform the final rites and burn his body so it can't be used because oh boy he Gets It)

#SORRY I'VE BEEN THIS WAY ABT THESE TWO SINCE LIKE 7TH GRADE #I THINK I STOPPED MAKING SENSE BUT. WHATEVER I LOVE THE WALLMAKERS I'M ROTATING THEM IN MY MIND ALWAYS #long post #under the cut at least dkfnf #also they should kiss #old kingdom posting

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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FOLLOWERS EVENT REQUESTS♡♡♡

Hello my darlings~ thank you all~ this is my thanks my dearies~

Before we begin. THREE important things to note.

NSFW IS ON AO3 ONLY. WILL MARK IT AS SUCH.

PLEASE USE THIS EMOJI BEFORE REQUESTING SO I CAN TELL AN EVENT REQUEST APART 🍯

THIS IS A THREE DAY ONLY EVENT FOR REQUESTS. PLEASE GET THEM BEFORE IT ENDS. I WILL HAVE IT AUTOMATICALLY PUT OUT ANYTHING AFTED THAT WILL NOT BE COUNTED

(I'll try to remember but for the events I'll tag it EVENT)

NSFW rules will be tagged <- here so keep in mind there!

Fandom plus characters you can pick from -!!

(Not gonna be alot this time ONLY CAUSE their the characters I'm more confident in writing for

ALSO- I WILL PUT THE LINKS TO THE FICS SAVED HERE FOR PEOPLE TO READ EASIER IF YOU WISH♡

Hazbin hotel

Sera

Lute

Smut 8.)

Maybe lilith depends?

One piece

Boa Hancock

Nico Robin

You may request from anything from angst, fluff, you name it? I'll write it♡ please be detailed in the requests

It doesn't just gotta be smut stuff~

Also please note. some NSFW may be shorter or take more time. I'm rusty with this and still trying to figure it out

NSFW PROMPTS

PLEASE NOTE. READER UNLESS STATED TO BE GN WILL BE AFAB THATS THE ONLY DETAIL ILL MAKE. I CANT WRITE MALE READER

-rules for prompts- to not get too over the top. You may pick two lines. One character at a time for EACH requests

@scoutswritingcorner helped me out with these♡♡

(Character x reader x character CAN work I think!)

1) "You look so good spread out like this for me ___(reader or character)~ good enough to devore whole ~"

2.) "Use your words love~ what did you say?" "M-make me yours~"

3.) "You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?"

"No~"

"That's My good pet~"

4.) Spicy make out session turns? Spicy~

5.) "I fucking hate you so much."

" oh i hate you too~ but.. Then why is my dick in you?"(be it a strap or ? Like that one idea? Girl dick ;) )

6.) "God don't know what's more ironic ~ your begging for me or the fact you thought you could make me submit to something like you~?"

"GO fuck yourself"

"Oh but little ___ that's what your here for no~? Go on. Continue"

7.) "Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It"

8.) "This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just- lay back and relax~"

For the reader(be it in hazbin OR one piece) they can have horns/tails ;))

ALL NSFW REQUESTS WILL BE ON MY AO3. ILL UPDATE THAT SOON

(Fluff and angst fics will be posts on BOTH NY tumblr AND my ao3)

This is my first time making an event so please bear with me♡ I hope you all enjoy it- and I'll hopefully get through them easily BUT will be slow to ensure its good

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel #nico robin x reader #boa hancock x you #boa hancock x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #sera seraphim #hazbin hotel sera #sera x reader #hazbin hotel lilith #lilith x reader #EVENT

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shiningwonderland · 11 months

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Natsuki Shinomiya (Repeat)

Translator: Jupiter (twitter: jupitergrayson) Proofreader: Akari (twitter: akarioficial), Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editors: Pam (twitter: skywyld), Terry (twitter: turtlemudge), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

May — Unforseen Grandioso

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~! Pleeease come to ME if you want to help herrr!

To be an idol, at any place, at any time, you MUST be strong.

Suddenly, it begins.

Once Golden Week ends, I return to school with a feeling of excitement, but I get involved in something troublesome right away.

During Golden Week, Shinomiya-san and I continued our practice together; however, it's been a long time since I’ve seen everyone from class, and I’m really looking forward to seeing them again.

Tomo-chan, who shares a room with me, went to her parents’ house over the break. I didn’t have the chance to meet up with Ittoki-kun or Hijirikawa-sama during the holiday.

The time I’ve spent with Shinomiya-san has been lovely, but….

It’s also very important for me to spend time with everyone… that’s why I’m really looking forward to it….

Just as I enter the classroom and greet Shinomiya-san, who had arrived earlier, the window pane shatters.

The principal jumps into the classroom. Without any time for me to be surprised at his sudden appearance, he grabs me and pulls me into the hallway.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah! Nanami-san!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~~!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… um… Principal…. What on earth….

The principal brings me to the roof.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha. This is one of Saotome Academy’s traditional events, “Idol Strength Training from Hell”!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Ah, there you are, Shiny! Jeez, when you’re starting you gotta tell me that you are!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa. Sorry, sorry, me so sowwy.

Haruka Nanami: Uh... um. What exactly is “Idol Strength Training from Hell…”?

Ringo Tsukimiya: Oh? Shiny didn’t tell you?

Haruka Nanami: No… nothing yet….

Ringo Tsukimiya: I guess it can’t be helped. Well, let me explain.

So. To become an idol, of course you need an attractive appearance, singing ability, acting ability, and stage presence. A certain amount of luck is also necessary.

No matter what kind of harsh situations you may fall into and struggle through, you will need some ability to adapt and adjust, as well as physical strength and spirit.

That’s why Shiny will sometimes give the students tests like this.

The purpose of this training is to toughen you up while you are young so you can survive even when you are engulfed in the storm of the entertainment world.

Select the phrase!

I see…. (+0 Love +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: As expected of a famous school, to have such practical lessons.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Exactly. Back in my day, our test was to fight with a bear in some foothills. At that time, Ryuya took on and easily defeated a three-meter tall bear that was the king of the foothills.

The bear was stuffed and hangs even now as a decoration inside the gymnasium. Hehe. Good times.

Well, with that said, since it’s difficult to do that with every student, Shiny randomly chooses somebody every year.

And this year, you and Nacchan were chosen. This is a good chance for you, so just go along with it and try your best.

So what are you doing this year, Shiny? Last year, it was a bungee without cords, right?

B-bungee, without cords… ?

Shining Saotome: This year’s competition is a game of taaag! BUT this is no ordinary game of tag. It’s jam-packed with traps!

Ringo Tsukimiya: I see. It’s been a while since we’ve done something like that. Hehe. It’s gonna be a good one.

Haruka Nanami: Something like that?

What in the world kind of game of tag IS this… ?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-san. You’re OK, that’s good to see.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~~. Looks like the actors are all here.

Natsuki Shinomiya: What…?

Ringo Tsukimiya: I explained this to her earlier, but this is the “Idol Strength Training from Hell”.

After this, Shiny is going to take your partner and run away from you, so Nacchan, you will have to chase him to get her back.

Well… it’s like a game of tag. However, there are traps set all over, so please be careful.

Let’s get started. “Idol Strength Training from Hell” starts now!

The moment I hear the sound of a whistle, the principal grabs me and jumps off the roof.

Shining Saotome: Whoo!

Haruka Nanami: AAAAAA!

Thud.

When the principal jumps to the ground, the ground sinks and continues to shake.

I’m s-surprised.

Even though he jumped from such a high place, the principal has a calm expression on his face.

He starts running immediately.

Haruka Nanami: U-um… where are we going now…?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~~. Let’s go and tease Mr. Shinomiya.

Ha ha haaa. This way, “It”, towards the clapping hands!

The principal runs from the grounds to the classrooms, from the classrooms to the hallways, and all around the school to mess around with Shinomiya-san.

His movements are so incredible that he doesn’t seem to be human.

But Shinomiya-san is making moves that are keeping up with the principal.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-san. Please wait for me. Before long, I’ll reach you….

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Shinomiya-san.

When Shinomiya-san steps forward, the pinwheel fireworks under his feet ignite.

Although one might say it's just a regular firework, this pinwheel firework is different from the ordinary ones. It's shaped like a mouse stuffed animal.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san, run! Please hurry and get out of here!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~~. Even if you run away, it's useless. Once the “Mouse Pinwheel Firework Squeak EX” sets you as its target, it will chase you anywhere.

I-incredible. There’s a small pinwheel firework that can have such advanced technology.

Natsuki Shinomiya: C… cute!

What…?

Shinomiya-san scoops up the small mouse pinwheel firework at his feet with both hands.

In that moment….

Squeak squeak~

The pinwheel firework squeaks once and pops.

Fireworks are scattered about and the smell of gunpowder fills the air.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah! Mouse-chan…!

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san. You need immediate medical assistance…. You got burned….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ha ha haaa. Don’t wooorry.

As he says that, the principal pushes a switch hidden in the wall of the hallway.

SPLASH!

Part of the ceiling suddenly opens up and water flows out like a waterfall. A large amount of water pours down on Shinomiya-san.

Shining Saotome: When you get burned, it’s best to cool it with running water.

Select the phrase!

You’re going to catch a cold. (+30 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: I’m completely fine with it. If you’re safe, then that’s fine with me.

Haruka Nanami: But….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Please wait, Nanami-san. No matter what hardships we face, I will always rescue you.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san….

Soon after, the principal brings me to the pool.

And then, with a giant leap, he jumps over the twenty five-meter pool in one go and lands on the diving board on the other side.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Are you okay?!

Right away, Shinomiya-san comes to the pool.

I don’t know if even an Olympic athlete would be able to keep up with the speed of the principal.

Shinomiya-san is also a really amazing person….

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~~. The second obstacle is the electrifying pool challenge!

There are some small pillars in several places in the pool, and if he can successfully jump on them, he can get to this side. But….

The pool water looks normal, but occasionally, a black shadow moves under the water.

Shining Saotome: By the way, this pool is full of electric catfish.

If you happen to fall in you will be electrocccuuuteddd. Even an elephant would be knocked out with a single blow!

The electric attack would knock out an elephant with a single blow!? What a terrifying trap….

Shining Saotome: AND the poolside has a high voltage currrennnt! Coming here from the poolside is im-po-ssi-ble!

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san. Please… don’t push yourself too far. I’ll be fine….

Shining Saotome: Also, If Mr. Shinomiya refuses, this girl will take the challenge instead.

Haruka Nanami: OK, I’ll do it….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Please, let me do it instead….

Haruka Nanami: But….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Don't say such a sad thing. Just thinking about you being in danger makes my heart break.

Please. Please, let me protect you.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Here I go….

Shinomiya-san steps into the pool.

He's trying to act bravely to reassure me, but his legs are trembling slightly.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san, please be safe….

Shinomiya-san begins walking on the pillars step by step.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Just a little more….

Five meters away from the side of the pool, an electric catfish jumps up at Shinomiya-san’s feet.

The catfish’s tailfin smacks against Shinomiya-san’s leg and he suddenly loses his balance for a moment.

BZZZZT!

Haruka Nanami: Aah!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ow….

One of his legs is submerged in the water and Shinomiya-san’s face twists with pain from the electric shock of the catfish.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san!

Natsuki Shinomiya: … I’m all right. It was just a little shock…. Nanami-san, don’t look at me like that.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa. There’s one million volts of electric current.

Haruka Nanami: O-one million….

Shining Saotome: You’ve got a lot of willpower to be able to stand after that.

Select the phrase!

I will take your place. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Please don’t. I’ll be just fine….

Haruka Nanami: But… in your condition… if you fall into the pool….

Natsuki Shinomiya: I’m okay. I’m not scared…. It won’t be painful….

What really hurts me is… I’ve made you worry about me.

Haruka Nanami: ... What?

Natsuki Shinomiya: If only I was stronger… I wouldn't make you worry about this so much.

I can surely overcome any pain and hardship if it means sharing a dream with you….

Besides, I want you to smile all the time….

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san….

Shining Saotome: Heeey! You have some nerve, making a lovey-dovey speech in front of ME. Now you’ll get The Big Wave.

As soon as the principal says that, the pool suddenly surges and, in the blink of an eye, a high wave forms, swallowing Shinomiya-san up.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ggh. Ugh, aaa….

The towering wave surpasses Shinomiya-san’s great height and pulls his body under the water.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san. Shinomiya-saaaaaaan!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa. Let’s head towards the third stage. This way, “It”.

After this, the principal brings me to the school grounds.

And somehow, I’m on the ground, tied to the trunk of a cherry tree with a rope.

Shining Saotome: This is where it ends!!

After a short time, Shinomiya-san finally arrives.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san!!

His footsteps are staggered, probably from suffering a lot of electric shocks; his breathing is rough, and he looks like he might collapse at any moment.

Still, Shinomiya-san slowly makes his way over to us.

Natsuki Shinomiya: A… ahaha…. I’m exhausted. I’m not very good at this kind of thing.

But, you… I will save you for sure. Even if I have to give my life for it.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa! It's the hero Shinomiya who has arrived! Still. Your life ends here!

Come forth! Shining Agency’s top fighter, Ryuya Hyugaaaa!!

The principal says this in a loud voice… but….

...

There is no sign of anyone coming out of the school building.

Shining Saotome: Come forth! The S Class teacher, Ryuya Hyuga!!

...

Shining Saotome: Ryuya-saaaaaan. Where are you, Ryuya-saaaaaan?

Then, at last, the S Class teacher, Hyuga-sensei, appears from the entrance.

Ryuya Hyuga: Ah… yeah, yeah. Wait a sec. Damn, don’t start ahead of schedule. What extras am I beating up now….

I’m the S Class teacher, Ryuya Hyuga. Nice to meet ya. Well, sorry, we just met, but I’m gonna defeat you with my fist.

See, I don’t have a grudge against you, but it’s the president’s orders, so no hard feelings.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Understood.

Shining Saotome: That being said, please do your best to defeat the middle boss. The LAST boss is ME, of course.

Ryuya Hyuga: Summoning me in the middle of a class AND treating me as the middle boss….

Then, Tsukimiya-sensei arrives.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Geez. Shiny, I told you to call me before the middle boss fight.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa. Don’t WORRY. Our battle is just beginning.

Ringo Tsukimiya: This looks like something out of the end of a discontinued manga. Well, it’s okay. If you say it's just beginning, then I’ll take a closer look.

Ryuya Hyuga: I don't like what I have to do very much… but... it can’t be helped. Here we go! Hyahh! Hyaah!

Natsuki Shinomiya: …HUP!

Shinomiya-san dodges Hyuga-sensei’s punch at the last second.

Ryuya Hyuga: Ooh…. You’re quite good at this. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited.

Hyuga-sensei takes a small step forward, bends his knees for an instant, and puts the whole force of his body behind a powerful punch.

However….

This, too, is dodged by Shinomiya-san just before the punch makes contact. Hyuga-sensei’s fist merely grazes his cheek.

Shinomiya-san narrows his eyes at Hyuga-sensei and stares straight at him with a sharp look.

Ringo Tsukimiya: O-ho-ho, isn't it amazing that Nacchan is keeping up with Ryuya?

Haruka Nanami: Um…. Is Hyuga-sensei really so great?

Ringo Tsukimiya: Yes, before becoming an idol he was head of a delinquent group in his hometown. The “Demon Ryuya” is what they used to call him. Good times~.

When he came to Saotome Academy, students from other schools would come to pick fights and his underlings would greet them.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so.... Eh? How do you know about that?

Ringo Tsukimiya: Oh, you didn’t know? Ryuya and I used to be classmates at this Academy.

I-I didn’t know….

Ringo Tsukimiya: But more importantly, let’s keep an eye on the fight right now.

Haruka Nanami: Sure.

Shinomiya-san follows Hyuga-sensei’s movements with his eyes.

He keeps dodging Hyuga-sensei's attacks with minimal movement and never attacks first.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haaha... oh Sensei~. You’re going easy on me, aren’t you? I have just enough speed to barely avoid your attacks.

Ryuya Hyuga: … You’ve noticed, huh. Well, I can’t punch one of my students like a real opponent.

However… you’re pretty good at this. I almost got serious for a moment there.

Shining Saotome: Tch. This is not amusing at alll. I’m coming ouuut nowww!

Ryuya Hyuga: I had a feeling I could go toe-to-toe with this guy, but…. Ah well, I guess if the president says so, I'll withdraw.

Hyuga-sensei gently places his hand on Shinomiya-san’s shoulder, leans close to his ear, and whispers:

Ryuya Hyuga: Shinomiya… don’t die.

After his murmur, he gently lifts his hand off Shinomiya-san’s shoulder and disappears back into the school building.

Haruka Nanami: U-um…. Can’t we stop this here?

If you fight any further, Shinomiya-san will die.

Ringo Tsukimiya: It seems that way…. You’re his partner, so if you fight Shiny he might withdraw from the battle, but….

What do you want to do, Nacchan? Do you want to ‘pass the baton’ and hand this over to her?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I wouldn’t…. I will fight.

Haruka Nanami: But why… ? You are so exhausted… and you have a lot of injuries….

I can't watch this anymore. I really want you to leave this instant. Please don’t fight anymore.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I can’t do that. I can’t afford to run away… when you’re being held hostage.

Haruka Nanami: Whatever happens to me, I’ll be fine.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Because I’m weak, perhaps I may not be your knight. Please, let me pretend to be strong for you.

Shining Saotome: WHOOAAA! STOP THE ROMANNNTICCC TALKKK!

The principal does an agile kick and smashes the rock between Shinomiya-san and I.

Debris from the rock scatters about, raining down on Shinomiya-san.

At that moment, Shinomiya-san ducks and blocks the onslaught of debris.

Shining Saotome: Here is where our playtime ends. Defeat ME if you want to save herrr!

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san, it's useless. If you fight against the principal, you’ll die!

I shout at him in desperation, but… Shinomiya-san suddenly stands up and smiles, turning to face the principal.

The moment their fists collide, the air shakes.

Earlier, Hyuga-sensei’s punch was also amazing… but the principal’s is on a whole other level.

Wow….

The principal is incredible, too. But… what on earth kind of person are you, Shinomiya-san, who is evenly matched with the principal?

Shining Saotome: HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The principal’s fist grazes Shinomiya-san’s face.

Clatter.

Shinomiya-san’s glasses fall to the ground.

At that moment, the ground begins to shake.

Male Student: Whoa. W-what the—!?

Female Student: A-an earthquake!?

Male Student: No! It’s Shinomiya. He’s making the ground shake!

Female Student: We have to get out of here…. If we get caught up in something like that, we’ll die….

RUMBLE!! Natsuki Shinomiya: AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

A tremendous amount of energy radiates from Shinomiya-san’s body.

Dark clouds begin to enshroud the sky and the sharp crack of thunder roars overhead.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-sa….

I hesitate for a moment as I try to speak. His eyes…. Shinomiya-san’s eyes are different than usual.

Shining Saotome: OH! It seems that this has become a little bit difficult.

Without saying anything, Shinomiya-san drives his fist into the statue of the principal at the front of the school. As soon as he comes into contact with it, the bronze statue shatters.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hahh….

Haruka Nanami: Sh-Shinomiya-san!

Shining Saotome: It’s useless to call out to him. He’s completely lost it.

Haruka Nanami: Well, what should I do… ?

Shining Saotome: I will stop this. I am this school’s principal, after all. I have a duty to protect this school.

The principal catches Shinomiya-san’s punch.

While the principal tries to subdue Shinomiya-san, Tsukimiya-sensei calls out to the students to take refuge in the school.

Male Student: A-ah…. Come on everyone, let’s go!

Female Student: O-okay. But, is the school building even safe?

Male Student: It’s better than being here. Come on, let’s go!

Female Student: Alright….

Encouraged by Tsukimiya-sensei, everyone returns to their classrooms.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Come now, you too, hurry.

Tsukimiya-sensei unties my rope.

Haruka Nanami: I… I’m going to stay here.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Nacchan isn’t normal right now. If you get involved in that, you’ll be sorry. If something were to happen to you….

Haruka Nanami: But I’m Shinomiya-san’s partner. Is it wrong to want to stay by his side until the end?

Ringo Tsukimiya: ... Okay. It seems your teacher will stay too. Because both of you are my precious students.

Haruka Nanami: … Teacher.

Shining Saotome: HyyyAAAH!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmph!

Every time the principal and Shinomiya-san clash, the ground shakes like an earthquake.

A huge mass of energy springs out from each of their bodies and a giant light engulfs each of them.

The aura on the principal’s side is golden and on Shinomiya-san’s side is jet black.

Their fists never falter as they push against each other, but the principal is being pushed back slightly.

The jet black aura engulfs the body of the principal, who emits a dazzling light….

Ringo Tsukimiya: It’s like a solar eclipse. Huh, I wonder what the heck kind of person he is to be equally matched with Shiny.

BAM!

The jet black aura radiating from Shinomiya-san’s body suddenly erupts and swells exponentially.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmph!

He closes the gap between him and the principal, driving his fist into the ground at his feet.

Crack!

A crack runs through the ground under the principal’s feet.

Crack!

Shinomiya-san continues to drive his fist into the ground.

The ground... is going to be cracked open…. T-the school will be…. The Earth will be broken….

As I think that, the principal quickly picks up Shinomiya-san’s glasses.

Shining Saotome: This is the ENNND!

He puts the glasses on Shinomiya-san’s face.

At that moment....

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

The air changes. The clouds clear out and the black aura that had covered the school building before disappears.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? ... The school yard is all messed up all of a sudden...?

Shinomiya-san is back to his gentle, calm self.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san.

When I run up to him, Shinomiya-san smiles and embraces me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: U-um….

Natsuki Shinomiya: I’m sorry. You were scared, right?

Select the phrase!

I wasn’t. I believed in you. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-san… thank you….

For believing in me like this.... I'm sure you must have been very scared while having that terrible experience with Saotome-sensei….

I’m so sorry. I am nothing more than a weakling.

If only I had the power, if only I was strong enough to protect you….

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san…?

Shinomiya-san clasps my hand firmly.

However, I feel his hands trembling so much that I immediately realize he was actually afraid to fight the school principal.

Still, this man did his very best to protect me.

I can feel the warmth from the palm of Shinomiya-san’s hand. That alone shows how Shinomiya-san tried with utmost effort.

Shinomiya-san diligently protected me. He’s not a weak person at all.

Haruka Nanami: It’s okay. I think you are strong enough. Rather, you’re just not aware of it.

But... I won’t say anything right now. I'm sure it's something that Shinomiya-san will notice for himself someday.

Shining Saotome: Mmm. Such passionate lovey-doveyness. That's the smell of school rules being violated.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Now, now, let’s leave it be. Besides….

What happened with Nacchan's glasses seems troublesome. We have to be careful about not letting them come off.

Later on, this day would be known as the legendary “Shinomiya glasses incident”. Everyone in the school would vow not to take off Shinomiya-san's glasses.

That evening, I was delayed in the classroom and ended up being late to go home.

Then, as soon as I go outside, it starts to rain.

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

I need to hurry home.

When that thought comes into my head, I start running.

Cat: Meow~, meow~.

I hear the sad cry of a kitten.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? A cat? Where… ?

I look around, but can’t find anything.

Cat: Meoooww~~, meoooww~~.

Haruka Nanami: The meowing is close….

Select the phrase!

Look down. (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Ah.... Could it be that it fell into a crack in the ground that Shinomiya-san made earlier?

Cat: MEowW~~!

The kitten lets out a remarkably loud meow.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! To think you're stuck down there....

That's where the kitten is‚ in one of the cracks in the ground that Shinomiya-san made.

Haruka Nanami: Wait a moment now, okay. I’m going to rescue you.

I reach into the rift in the ground and manage to pick up the kitten.

Haruka Nanami: Thank goodness. If you had fallen into a deeper crack, I might not have been able to rescue you.

Even after I pick it up, the kitten is trembling in my arms.

... I guess it‘s really scared.

Haruka Nanami: It’s okay now. Wait... this kitten.... Oh, that’s right.

The kitten is the one that I helped at the entrance ceremony.

From then on, I call the kitten ‘Kuppuru’ and secretly start keeping it in my dormitory.

Kuppuru: Meoow~. Meoow~.

Haruka Nanami: Heh heh. Kuppuru really likes melon bread~.

I’ve tried various things so far, but Kuppuru would rather have sweet bread than cat food….

Especially melon bread—that seems to be the one he loves.

It’s a little strange that melon bread is the kitty’s favorite food, but this kitty is also my precious friend now.

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hehe. Today we will have a written test as a review of what we’ve studied so far!

Don’t worry, it won’t have difficult questions.

It's a test of how much knowledge you've gained so far, so if you’ve studied hard, there should be no problem!

After this, choose the best answer to each question, okay?

The questions on the test include a lot of things that can be found in the dictionary, so you should know them perfectly if you've studied.

Hehe. All right, the test begins now!

S Rank

The next day, I report the test results to Shinomiya-san.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Even though there are so many questions, you always come up with the correct answer…. As expected, you're really amazing.

Shinomiya-san murmurs with admiration as he looks over the answer sheet.

Haruka Nanami: This time I just happened to know all the questions, so it was a perfect score.... I still have much to do.

I’m going to study a lot more and use that knowledge in my compositions.

Chapter End

#natsuki repeat #natsuki shinomiya #utapri

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vexederolo · 1 year

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I posted 9,437 times in 2022

That's 1,394 more posts than 2021!

58 posts created (1%)

9,379 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 9,437 of my posts in 2022

#tp - 4,760 posts

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#<3 - 546 posts

#literally - 432 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#and the way there is an image of him in said history books with the new family he built. the love of his life his kids and his bears 🥺💕

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Ok but. I just can't stop thinking about that gift of gab spell, like, it has so much angst potential, and my immediate thought was that after their break up, Loquatius probably used it at least at one point after accidentally admitting out loud to Laerryn that he misses her/he still loves her. (and also consider: him actually saying it, and not using that spell, right at the end, last thing he hears is her saying it back, before it all fades to black?)

gosh it's. absolutely destroying me emotionally they are absolutely destroying me emotionally. I'm such a sucker for an 'exes with lingering feelings' dynamic, and at the end of the world of all places? I'm truly personally attacked (also why are there names so utterly impossible to spell)

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Loquatius/Laerryn Playlist (EXU Calamity)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Eg32kS5RLskIrKzS8Kvlw?si=e399ee9cd0894da3 I mean… they absolutely own my heart and making playlists is like my favorite thing, so I definitely had to. I've been listening to it a lot these past few days (very much making myself sad) and I kinda wanted to share. It's mostly about them as a ship, but there are some songs about each of them individually. Also I absolutely cannot make short playlists to save my life, oops. Read More

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ok so heidi and izzie really just came onto critical role for marisha's familiars one shot and were like. our characters will be a yellow dramatic octopus with a bucket named CLAPP and a pseudodragon named Joanne that sounds like Natasha Lyonne and just wants to retire. They're going to be canonically in an open relationship and almost become the adoptive moms of two tiger cubs. Joanne will sing Aerosmith badly to her to calm her down and CLAPP will *not* stop flirting with her. Truly an amazing and galaxy brained move of them

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ok so i just looked at my Spotify profile and saw this:

and it's so funny to me to see them side by side and the comparison in followers (and how it's a tie now lol) cause it's like. Briarwood Arc Spotify Playlists Edition (gotta love the narrative foils of it all)

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My #1 post of 2022

so. should percy and laudna make a t shirt that says 'my family got brutally murdered by briarwoods in whitestone and all i got was Trauma, white hair, warlocky powers and this t shirt?' cause i think they should (oh and a bonus: laura's PC as a love interest sdfnjksdf)

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#hbhgbhjh this is truly wild #way more wild than the spotify wrapped lol #yeah this has been. a very cr-y year lol #and percahlia did take over my heart big time #so the tags are not surprising #(i do love that <3 was there too tho. love that for me)#and the longest tag 🥺💕 emotional now #but like. wow. 58 created posts is a lot for me. i think it's the first year i've actually made text posts that actually got likes lol #(also. there were two posts i did Not tag and it haunts me now. where are they. why)#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #gosh. this amount of cr cotent from me makes me think about how i should catch up on cr3 #i'm like 8 eps behind :(

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camaro-and-smokes · 2 years

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August

Chapter 5: Poolside

Rating: Mature for this chapter Warnings: No warnings for this chapter Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Tags: Fluff, Boys Kissing, Some Cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of women behaving like Karen Wheeler, Billy Hargrove Redemption, Stranger things AU (no supernatural)

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After Billy left, Steve went back to bed. Billy's sweet scent still lingered in the heavy air left behind by sex. He stared at the ceiling and smiled. It had been barely ten minutes since Billy left, and it already felt a little like all of it had been just a dream. A beautiful perfect dream, the kind that makes you feel sick and sad when you wake up and realize that it was just a dream. But Billy had promised to come back after he'd taken his sister wherever he was supposed to take her. Only once he was back Steve would know that he hadn't just dreamed it all.

Billy laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. The house was still quiet, so maybe he could sleep a wink before he'd have to get up and pretend that he had slept the whole night. Or at least been home a bit longer than he actually had been. When he licked his lips he could still taste Steve on them. The silly, goofy Steve. His slow, gentle Steve. The idea of having someone like that still felt...so out there. So far from his reach before, and now suddenly right there, melting in his fingertips. No matter what Steve said, Billy was sure that it would be just a matter of time when he would realize what he had gotten himself into. He would learn the truth eventually because Billy wouldn't be able to hide it for forever. When Steve would learn how pathetic he was, how he had no future, that he was just wasting his time, he would leave - just like the others.

And after that he would still be stuck here, inside these walls, for another year until he could leave. And the longer he cling into this thing with Steve, the longer the year would feel like. Because he'd had something so sweet for a glorious moment, only to lose it, and then he would desperately cling into the memory of it all. After that this shit that was his life would feel even worse to bear.

Bitter tears forced their way through his eyelids, and he turned onto his stomach to bury his face into the pillow to hide the tears and to muffle the sobs that escaped his mouth.

Yet, some hours later Billy was standing at Steve's door, as he had promised. He was still contemplating if he should just leave and never come back, and not hurt himself any more than he would hurt from what he'd already had. But he so much wanted to feel like he'd felt the night before, even if for just once more. Hear the oh so soft words from Steve's mouth, being held tightly and gently at the same time, to feel safe.

So he rang the doorbell.

It took Steve a while to come and open the door. He looked like he'd been sleeping. His wild hair was everywhere, and he yawned widely before it turned into a smile. "You came back!" he said, and opened the door wider to let Billy in. After he closed the door, he took Billy's face into his hands and kissed him, again so slowly and sweetly.

Billy could feel himself floating onto cloud nine. He couldn't fight it. He knew he was falling in love with Steve and fast.

Fuck. It.

Something like this would come his way just once. Maybe he could allow himself live the dream even if it was for a few lousy summer months. At least he would have something to remember when he was old.

"Want to grab some breakfast?" Steve asked when he lead Billy into the kitchen holding his hand. "I gotta eat something, the headache is killing me. I think I drank one too many beers last night." "Grab a pint of water instead, it helps with the headache better than any food," Billy said as he sat on the high bar stool next to the kitchen isle. "Alcohol dries you up." "Ok, I'll take your advice on it," Steve replied, and took a tall glass from a cabinet. "Did you get any sleep?" Billy shook his head when Steve looked back at him while drinking. Steve looked down smiling. "I couldn't really either. I was just waiting for you to come back. For a moment I thought that you had decided not to come. But then you were there at the door." "Maybe we can do just that then today? Just...sleep?" Billy asked. "I'd look paint dry if I could do it with you," Steve replied. Billy felt his heart flutter, and he chuckled. "You're so strange, Harrington." Steve tilted his head and looked at Billy for a while frowning. "Why is it strange to just want to be close to someone you care about?" Billy shrugged. "Well, you'd better get used to it," Steve said and put the now empty glass into the sink. "Because that's all I want to do. Come, bed awaits."

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" Billy asked when they got to Steve's room. "No need for sleeping, unless you want to. But if you’re naked next to me I won't be able to let you sleep," Steve smirked as he crawled into bed. "Just saying." Billy snorted. "You got a point." He threw his jacket on Steve's chair, took off his boots, and curled up next to Steve on the bed, facing him. "Last night felt like a dream after you left," Steve whispered, looking Billy in the eyes. "I was just laying here, afraid to fall asleep and learn that it was just that when I'd wake up. But here you are." "I know I'm not a dream," Billy said, and brushed Steve's cheek with the back of his fingers. "But you feel like one a bit." Steve smiled. "Well, turn around. I bet a dream can't hug and snuggle you like I can." Billy turned on his other side, and Steve wrapped his arm around him and pulled him tightly against him. Then he pulled the duvet on both of them, put his arm around Billy's waist, and pressed his forehead into the small of Billy's neck, letting out a content sigh. "Does this still feel like a dream to you?" he asked whispering. "Pretty much, but your boner feels quite real," Billy laughed. "That's entirely on you. But we can address it later," Steve whispered, and nuzzled his face into Billy's hair, inhaling his sweet scent.

Billy woke up into someone drawing lines into his back, under his shirt, on his skin. He was laying on his stomach, and the pillow he was hugging smelled strange. For a moment he was disoriented of his whereabouts. He raised his head to look around, and the movement on his back stopped. The hand moved from his back under him, and pulled him on his side - and his ass against a very hard boner. “Hello gorgeous,” Steve whispered to his ear. The hand on Billy’s stomach started to wander into his jeans. “Jesus, how tight are these?” Steve asked after trying to get into them for a while and not managing it. Billy laughed. “How do you think my ass looks so good in them?” “Ah, right. Well, then you will have to assist with them a bit,” Steve said, and licked Billy’s ear.

After Billy had been given the best head he’d ever had - Steve really knew how to use his pretty mouth - and they’d have few more rounds of the sweet, sweet sex Billy was very fast getting very much into, they laid on the bed cuddling, Billy his head on Steve’s shoulder, Steve hugging him tightly. “I think I’m very much into you,” Steve said. Butterflies flew in Billy’s stomach and spread all over him making his skin ripple on gooseflesh. “Me too,” he confessed after a while. “Really?” Steve asked quietly. Billy got up to lean onto his elbow and looked at Steve. “Yeah.” Steve blushed. “I haven’t felt like this about anyone before.” Billy smiled a small smile. He was still not fully trusting everything Steve said. He had been hurt too many times for taking anything said after sex without a grain of salt. Nonetheless, the words warmed his core when they were said by Steve. “We’ve been properly on a date now for twice, right? Maybe it’s a bit too soon to say that, don’t you think?” Steve’s expression turned serious. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t rush too much ahead.” Billy looked at the clock on Steve’s nightstand. “I have to go soon.” Steve groaned, and pulled Billy back under his arm. “When can we see again?” “I’m on the pool every day next week. Maybe come see me there? I mean, if you’re working evenings.” “Yeah, I am. But I’ll take your offer, I’ll stop by some day. Can I call you?” “I think it’s better if I call you, ok?” Billy said quietly, taking his eyes off Steve and looking at the pillow instead. Steve looked at him for a while before agreeing. He wanted to know why Billy didn’t want him to call, but on the other hand, Billy needed to feel in control. So he didn’t push it. Billy was probably just trying to build enough trust in him. "Hey, maybe you can stop by the rental some day, too?” Steve suggested. “Sure,” Billy said, smiling again. Steve changed the subject. “You wanna eat something before you go? I’m starving.”

Steve stopped by the pool on Wednesday. He leaned to the locker room building and watched Billy walking around the pool, keeping on eye on a group of boys who he’d already told to stop pushing each other under water, twice. Steve also saw the row of older women laying on the sunbeds on the side of the pool. Most of them were genuinely just tanning themselves, but few of them weren’t so subtle on keeping on eye on Billy’s every move. Steve felt sick whenever one of them got up, and seemingly innocently said something to Billy while passing by him, making him roll his eyes when he’d passed them. Some of them were the mothers of Steve’s schoolmates, so seeing them saying something that made Billy roll his eyes that hard made him suspicious.

Finally Steve went to change to the locker room and once done went to the main pool area. He walked towards the lifeguard’s seat where Billy was sitting, and smiled when Billy noticed him. For a tiny moment a wide, gorgeous smile spread on Billy’s face, then it faded out into something more subtle. “Hey,” Steve said leaning to the long legs of the seat. Billy looked down at him. “What are you doing here, Harrington?” he asked nonchalantly. “I thought I come check out the lifeguard. I heard he sucks,” Steve said as nonchalantly. Billy turned beet red on the spot. He fake-coughed to get his hand over his mouth to hide it. “Oh, is that what they say?” he asked once the redness eased a bit. Steve chuckled. “I’ll take a swim. Don’t let me drown.”

Steve stayed by the pool until Billy had a break. “Hey, wait up,” he said taking hasty steps after Billy into the corridor where the office was. Billy turned around, and smiled as he opened the door. “After you,” he said tilting his head towards the office. They were all over each other immediately once the door closed behind them. “While I love doing this, my break is short and I really need to eat something,” Billy said after a while. “Staying in the sun all day isn’t healthy without eating or drinking water." Steve groaned, but let go of him. “You seem to be quite a health enthusiast if not for the pack of cigarettes you go through in a day.” “I learned about forgetting to eat or drink in the sun the hard way when I was a kid. Fainting on the beach in the sun can be fatal if you’re alone.” “Surfing?” Steve asked. “Yup. Not fun to wake up in the ER with all kinds of IV’s poked into you and your skin just burning all over. At least I was on the beach when I passed out and not in the sea.” “That’s...wow. Quite a lesson.” Billy nodded as he stuffed a sandwich into his mouth. Steve let him eat and talked about what had happened at his work over the few days, which was not much.

When Billy was done, Steve turned serious. “What are those women by the pool saying to you?” Billy leaned back on his chair and took a deep sigh. “How I look nice and if I’d like to go for a quickie in the locker room. Or if I’d like to come over in the evening when the kids are somewhere with the husband.” He shrugged. “Same shit, different package, day in day out.” “No matter what they say, it tells nothing about you,” Steve said. “I mean, yeah, you’re built well, I can’t deny that. But something like that... It tells everything just about them, not you. You're not a bag of meat." Billy looked down at the empty plate in front of him. “Yeah, I know. On some level it's kinda nice though, I workout a lot. In a way I ask for it, too? Nah, I don't know." He was silent for a while. "But it does get to me sometimes.” “I don’t want you to be exposed to that,” Steve said frustrated. Not only was he angry, he felt also very possessive. No one would say something like that to his Billy and get away with it. Billy smiled. “Thanks for thinking like that.” Then he shook his head. “But it comes with the territory. Don’t bother your pretty head with it, ok? It’s just what it is. I’ll manage.” Steve frowned for a while, thinking. "I know just what to do," he said getting up and walked to the door. "I'll be right back." "Hey! What are you doing?" Billy asked but Steve was already out of the door. "Fuck!" he exasperated.

Steve walked to the poolside area and to the sunbeds of the two ladies who had been keeping a keen eye on Billy. He stopped in front of them, laying a shadow over the face of the other one. "Oh, is it you Steve?" she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Thompson. How is Jack nowadays? I haven't heard of him since leaving Hawkins last year." "Jack is doing fine. He's in film school in New York." "Film school? Impressive," Steve replied, and turned to greet the other woman. "Mrs. Tyson, I think your son Tom was on a class above me and Jack, right? I hope he, too, is doing well." "Yes, he is, thanks for asking." Steve squatted between the sunbeds. "So, now that we've established the age of me and your sons," Steve said, looking at both of the women at a time. "All of the lifeguards working here at the pool are kids younger than your sons. You should be ashamed of yourselves. And you know exactly what I mean," he said flatly. Both of the women blushed and said nothing. Steve got up and flashed them a smile. "Please, tell your friends too. In case, you know, they've also conveniently forgotten. Have a great day, ladies." Steve had walked almost to the other side of the pool when he turned to look back at the sunbeds that had been occupied by the two women. They were empty and all of the women's belongings were gone.

Billy had been watching the exchange in the shadow of the corridor. When he saw the blushed faces and the hasty leave of the women after Steve had turned back, a lump started forming in his throat. He swallowed it away quickly for not letting it getting stuck there.

"What the fuck was that about?" Billy snarled at Steve when they got back to the office. "Have you any idea how fast those bitches will be contacting the pool manager and tell him how I have done something indecent to them thanks to you?" Steve shook his head. "I know those women. Because of that, they won't do such thing." Billy grimaced. "I really need this job. You better not have lost it for me." Steve put his hand on Billy's shoulder and turned him around to look at him. "Trust me. My dad...he's kinda big deal in this town. If I say that something has happened in one way, it's what happened. I have to admit that I've used it as an excuse too when I was younger, but I never got caught. Believe me, they won't bother you again, and probably their friends neither." "You know, I was handling the situation just fine," Billy snapped. ”Hey, I knew I could help so I did it. And besides, I don't like it when someone does something like that to my boyfriend." A stunned silence filled the small office. “So I'm your boyfriend?” Billy asked almost inaudibly. “Well, yeah,” Steve said smiling. “Of course you are.”

#harringrove #harringrove fanfiction #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy hargrove redemption #stranger things fanfiction #august #suometar writes

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liveblog containment post for aew rampage 6/17/22

do you know i also use these to remember what goes on in any given episode instead of just reading a recap? its true. dual purpose. what if i need to show a friend an important segment and i dont remember where it is and i dont want to scrub through the whole replay, huh???

dante vs moxley to start! i love watching dante do his flips. dude straight up has a double jump irl its cool hes fighting a total brawler-type like moxley too oh my god moxley CHUCKING him into the corner right before the pip LMFAO TAZ AND JERICHO BICKERING holy shit i feel sorry for anyone who watches this pip'd you are missing OUT. i need to record and post this bit online for you all dante martin gets so much airtime. why aren't people writing wingfic about this man HUHH ^ my friend admonished me for this comment lmao jericho getting corrected on wrestlemoves by regal... ahh there is the now-classic BCC elbow pummeling. its only a matter of time before the win

swerve and keith lee segment! are they gonna kiss and make up. please dont break up your tag team :)c awww omg keith lee is literally wearing a naruto hoodie. king shit ! team taz has appeared! conflict...

house of black segment!! death triangle vs house of black conflict: picked up again!!!

its the gunnclaimed trios match, and max caster is here to rap!!! lmao i was wondering how he would bring up the wwe thing in a way that wouldnt get him in hot water oh! i didnt realize the "ruffin it" trio had bear country in it the three way scissoring lol... the cut to bowens just going wild and frothing was so good oh! squashed...

hook segment! lmao hes still doing the strong silent type thing. im glad. hes basically serious orange cassidy danhausen!! hook only talks to danhausen huh... thats........... so.................................. sweet

speaking of sweet: willow vs jade!!!! willow has great energy. A+++++++ i love her oh my god jade's outfit omg we're getting stokely on commentary??? YES little cartwheel flip into a shrug... WILLOW lmfao SQUATS i love how color coordinated they are right now and kiera hogan representing: blue UGH i love their OUTFITS!!!!!!!!!! i did like the color composition of how willow's darker layer looked on her other outfit but this is good too. it still has the layering so she can drop the straps, right? thats such a signature move noooo the mid-rampage FULL COMMERCIAL defeat... not unexpected but i thought thered be more. i did like what i saw though! willow had some good bits!!!

beating up willow post-match!!! rude! villainous!! athena to the rescue. the anti-baddie squad LMFAO STATLANDER SLAPPED STOKEY'S BALD HEAD wait was there any confusion about anna/kris/athena being in the anti-baddie squad? who was confused by this

jay lethal is doing a promo... theyre talking up satnam singh

omg that moxley moving graphic for the forbidden door ppv 4 way match for the atlantic title?? EDDIE YUTA SHOOTER TRIOS MATCH???? ftr vs jeff cobb/o khan vs roppongi vice three way double title match? oh man are ftr going to get MORE belts omg??? jericho & lance archer vs moxley & tanahashi on wednesday??? look im not going to bring up the absence of chuck. im not. im trying not to. im just going to expect the bte on monday to bring up how he has probably been 100% distracted hanging out with the dark order. im rationalizing as hard as i possibly can

darby vs bobby fish promo oh my god. kyle's face

bobby: what, are you asking me to a date? to outback steakhouse?

the match jesus what an insane flip from bobby charging into jumping darby and that running dive lmao at them like instant replaying these. they better, its so death defying. gotta milk it lmfao the face on the crowd guy recording on his cell phone ok these replays are getting a little bit too ridiculous bobby heckling the crowd... is he buying time for darby to recover from these rough bumps just grabbling his taint for that pin the commentators: "i think he was doing that by instinct" ok. a decent group in the crowd was doing a long chant. i dont see chuck taylor in the ring. why are you doing such a long wrestle chant for anyone else whoa that transition to an ankle lock was cool oh man THAT transition into a pin was cool. darby wins!

post match beatdown... who is going to appear to save darby from this onslaught lights out??? what the. can't be the house of black right its sting!! lmfao that baseball bat move on kyle. owned damn theyre pulverizing bobby's leg lmfao the cut to kyle made me laugh so hard HIS POOR POOR DICK AND BALLS they keep cutting to kyle being dramatic LMFAO GOD theyre so funny i love them

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If you are not a toy, manifest yourself into reality. And it takes showing yourself.

This takes real pride, Shea. You used me for a toy for years, and this is a month long exhibit of me needing to literally fucking PEEL you off me by FORCE.

YOU are the one experiencing regret, and doing all the backpedaling in the fucking universe, and you've been fucking warned about the driving in reverse shit, and you have literally now been chased across time, okay? Multiple ways. Not even the greece thing. There's like seven crossroads I've intentionally turned left at albequerque on, bitch you've been dragged so hard you don't know WHAT you believe or WHEN you are, and like

I can read your entire post and you are SO GODDAMN CLOSE BUT YOU'RE STILL RUNNING THE BEEPBEEP BACKUP TRUCK AND ITS NOT WORKING SIS

ALL THE WAY

ALL THE TRUTH

ALL THE REMOVAL OF YOUR HARM DONE BY YOUR LIES

Don't pull this 'it's my choice alone to get off this bullshit I literally made my ex husband break the timeline to get me off of and I'm starting to almost be honest a few days before the timeline starts reaming me", fucking no

No, we're not fucking doing that.

You don't want to be my toy? All the way, Shealyn, cuz you fucked up, and your shit's still signed, or ASSIGNED, to me, in some form, everywhere, and guess what bitch, the gods don't do halfassed narrative rewrites for you. This entire carnival is them letting me drag you to piss for this behavior. You made your broken barbie dreamhouse and are trying to Narrative your way past the cage you made.

Barbie, YOU made yourself the toy. You literally caused this entire misfortune, spent a month refusing to get off my shit, now do some "RRRRRRRRRRRRR IT MY OWN CHOICE TO CHANGE MY NAME THINKING THATS THE PROBLEM"

it's like? part of it? But if you're still clinging to your shit that put you here instead of letting it go, being honest, and looking at yourself, that magic is still about to ream the fuck out of you, over and over, until you get to reality.

No, you fat whore, I literally just chased your ass all the way to a treadmill for you to speak HALF a truth, you WILL deeply regret how this will go, for the rest of the promised time, if you don't fucking do it all the way this lifetime. ALL OF IT.

We told you, it was a trap, we told you that you were setting off something you couldn't stop, you clung to your bullshit thinking you could Obnoxious me out of it, and now your world is melting and you don't know WHAT the fuck is going on, but you know you brought down a fifty pound foo dog With My Eyes, ok?

We're not fucking DONE. You gotta ACTUALLY LET FUCKING GO, not halfway

WE ARE NOT KIDDING WHEN WE SAID WE ARE DONE WITH YOUR HORSE SHIT IN EVERY LIFETIME, BRAIN DAMAGED BEAR GIRL

YOU CAN LOOK AT THAT BEAR SHADOW, GREAT STEP, BUT YOU GOTTA DO SOME SHIT FIRST, THE FIGHT AINT DONE

YOU NARRATIVE PIECE OF SHIT YOU HAVENT EVEN GIVEN ME A FUCKING HEADACHE STOP THIS "OOOOOOOOOOOO I MADE YOU CRUMBLE TOO THO" SHIT

stop it you crazy she devil, we will continue to drag you until you stop this shit trying to reclaim your land of lies.

THE PARTICIPATION TROPHIES ARE GONE, WOMAN

ONE OF US IS LITERALLY A SUCCESSFUL ASCENDANT OF THE VOID THAT HAS TRICKSTER CARDED YOU SO HARD YOU DONT KNOW *WHAT* THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WHILE A FEW HUNDRED MILLION SUBTWEET YOU AND YOUR POSSESSED CAT

THE OTHER IS YOU, JUST NOW REMEMBERING YOU'RE NATIVE AMERICAN AGAIN, AFTER I BEAT YOUR FUCKING SKULL IN FOR A MONTH OF YOUR DENIAL

ONE OF US IS RUNNING AND THE OTHER ISNT

FIGURE IT OUT

THE TAGS ARE FOR YOU GARFIELD

You are NOT stronger than this, that is the whole problem, and the whole reason for the teardrops on his guitar.

The only "platform" you're thinking on is all the fucking social clout I'm burning to burn you, and if you haven't fucking caught the message buttercup, that literally does not fucking matter to us. I do not care if tumblrstiel has a goddamn opinion over you getting people stuck in thousands of years of slaughterhouse five just because you can't get off my dick for real or face your truths.

No going backwards this time. None.

Back up again. I'm enjoying this game.

youtube

Even if we built The Great Game for you to finally fucking pay attention, this isn't a game, bitch. You literally cosmically fucked up and then harassed your ex until he snapped and let you realize he could have destroyed you this entire time, and you lost EVERYTHING you wanted, and now we're back on your beep beep back the fuck up shit, no, OWN your karma. Cuz otherwise, it's about to own you.

#Youtube

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 6 months

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Hockey Tag Wooooo

Got tagged by @againstthegrainphoto for this CURSE YOUUUU but anyway here it is!

Rules:

List your number 1 team: Vegas Golden Knights! I wasn't there right from the very beginning but i did start rooting for them in their very first season right in the middle of when all the goalies were going down. I was like yesss i love an underdog story! I love sparkle and glitter and pizzaz! They just seemed so fun. I thought rooting for the new (at the time) team would be a perfect way to get into hockey since they didn't have a history with drama...and then they went and became sworn enemies of the Sharks and made it all the way to the cup final that same year lmaooooo but i love them even more now

Favorite Goalie: oof this has to be a toughie but I really like two of them, the first being my team's very own Robin Lehner because he shows that you really can grow and change as a person (will always love him for kneeling with Reavo, that was iconic) and i also like that his nickname is Panda lmao. My second fave has to be the iconic Ilya Bryzgalov, because he, even for a goalie, was considered a weirdo just for daring to show a little personality and also I just think its hilarious that the Flyers still have to pay him through 2027 lmaoooooooo

What my jersey number would be: oh it would without a doubt be 96, the year I was brought to the USA. Not only would my life be vastly different if i had never been brought here but I would be a totally different person.

The team I would play for: oh my oh myyyyyyy...Listen, I love Vegas but I honestly would LOVE to be a goalie for the Bruins (DON'T ANYBODY COME FOR ME FOR THISSSSS) I've always thought bears in general are cool and as much as I love clowning on Boston as a city, I think their nickname is really really cool (the city of champions wooo)

Current favorite player: Jonathan Marchessault, look i just love underdog stories i practically collect them like pokemon ok! He was undrafted as a rookie and then after putting his work for a few years, his third team decides he isn't worth protecting when the expansion happens. He wasn't a superstar at first but he put in the work and dragged that MVP award and Stanley Cup kicking and screaming into his grasp. The man runs on pure spite, if his enemies go low he goes lowER and I LOVE IT

A Trade that hurt me emotionally: oh god where do i begin!? I have so many but I gotta go with Flower's trade. He was the heart and soul of this new team of misfits, a team that fit his personality, and he was basically thrown away like yesterday's garbage smh

What has my experience on hockeblr been so far: Honestly? I love it, even with all the drama . I once insulted Quinn Hughes in the tags of a post and his fangirls CAME for me lmao caling me a whore and everything but it was no skin off my back, I just got my boyfriend, Block Button, to take care of that for me hahahah. But overall I would say hockeyblr is pretty friendly in general, especially in comparison to twatter and instagram.

Alrighty, then i have to tag peeps whose hockey business I'd like to know so i tag: @lollo12589

Only do it if you wanna lmaoo

#hockey tag #hockey stuff #i was tagged #tagged #nhl #vgk #vegas golden knights

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kageyuji · 3 years

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asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

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randomrosewrites · 3 years

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The aftermath of the tempest

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x GN reader Summary: Many, many years after Kaedehara Kazuha fled from Inazuma, a lot of things have changed, but his past burdens remain. Or, Kazuha has settled into his new life in Liyue, but still desires his home across the ocean. Words: ~2.7K Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Kaz and reader have a kid, gn pronouns for reader, kaz gets emotional at some point, implied beigguang as well

a/n: What's this? Rose is actually writing??!!

Read it on ao3!

The young girl furrows her brows, front teeth catching her lip as she stares at the board. She's in deep concentration, barely paying any mind to the sweets or the apple cider (poured within a much too expensive cup) beside her.

Her opponent, on the other hand, is the opposite, holding a cup of tea within her palms, white steam drifting from the cup the same colour as her hair. A mystical smile on the woman’s face gives nothing away.

The young girl places a hand on a chip. Then hesitates, thinking a moment more before making a move.

The woman sets her cup down, ruby eyes scanning over the board before she lifts a jewelled hand, moving chips across the board in great succession.

"And with that, I believe I win," Ningguang says. "You did very well this time."

The young girl pouts, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, don't tear up. It's alright," Ningguang produces a handkerchief and holds it out.

The girl takes it gratefully, hiding her face in the cloth. "Uh- huh."

Ningguang exhales. Children are so delicate, like the petals of glaze lilies. "How about you go to the other room? I'll clean up here."

The girl nods, and slides off her chair. "Can I take my juice?"

"Of course, you may. But remember to hold it carefully."

She nods.Holding the cup carefully with two hands, she slides open the silk screen and enters the next room.

Your head turns at the sound, looking up from your spot by the window: perched upon a lounge chair, feet up. You smile and gesture for the girl to sit beside you. She sets her cup down and crawls next to you, burying her face in your chest.

"How did your game go, Haruko?" You ask, combing her hair free of tangles.

Haruko shakes her head and a sniffle escapes her. "I lost."

You hum sympathetically, “I'm sorry. There's always next time. You and Lady Ningguang were playing for a really long time! Good job."

Harukao's grip loosens a smidge. "Thank you."

The screen door slides open again and Ningguang steps through. The material of her gold dress drags behind her as she walks, the movement smooth as water. She has a familiar treat nestled in the palm of her hands, a famous Liyue sweet candy.

You nudge Harkuo gently. She lifts her head, crimson eyes widening when she sees the candy. She scrambles out of your lap.

Seeing them side by side, Haruko looks more like Ningguang’s daughter than yours. Their eye colour and hair are almost identical. But Ningguang has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, whereas Haruko has round, filled in cheeks, like her father.

"For you," Ningguang offers it to Haruko. "As thanks for an excellent game of checkers."

Haruko takes the candy with an excited beam on her face. "Thank you, Aunt Ningguang!"

“You are most welcome.”

With the candy, Haruko’s sadness about losing the match is all but forgotten. She rummages through one of the cabinets by the wall, pulling out a colouring book (A collection of cartoon-like Rex Lapis drawings in his dragon form) and the crayons that are specifically kept there.

Many years had passed since the first golden house went crashing into the ocean after the battle with the Ancient God Osial. But the loss only pushed Ningguang to rebuild the new one, bigger, more elegant, and efficient than the last.

Currently, it was parked atop Mount Tianheng, overlooking the harbour. It was fancy, the walls a rich cream and the floors polished dark brown. Some things had to be kid-proofed (especially when Haruko was younger and Beidou insisted on bringing her to visit.) But now, she’s old enough, and familiar enough with the building, that you’re not worried. Not even by the koi pond that circles the living room.

Ningguang plants herself across from you on the couch as Haruko begins to colour in Rex Lapis’ tail. “She’s growing bigger and bigger every day.”

You nod in agreement. “I swear, she’ll be taller than her father soon enough.”

Ningguang laughs. “Sooner or later.”

Haruko’s finished two drawings and is on the third when you look outside the window to the Port of Liyue harbour, glimmering with the midday sun. The familiar outline of the Alcor’s sail and ship dots the horizon. You stand up.

"Are you finished with your juice, Haruko? We're going to get ready soon."

She perks up. "Is dad here?"

You smile at her. "Yes. Almost. You want to be the first to greet him, don't you?"

She nods adamantly, hurrying to put away her things in their proper places.

"There are some ingredients in the kitchen if you'd like to prepare a lunch before you depart," Ningguang suggests.

“Thank you,” you say to her, before turning to your daughter. “What would you like to make?”

She thinks for a moment. “What do you think dad would like?”

“Hm. Anything that isn’t fish,” you make your way to the kitchen, Haruko following closely behind. “After a month at sea, I think he’s sick of fish.”

---

Lunch made and packaged, you and Haruko begin the long walk down to the Port. Steps of green plaustrite appear as you walk. They used to frighten Haruko terribly. Now, though, she loves the way they appear under her feet and disappear when she steps off.

“Watch your steps,” you remind her. Though you trust Ningguang’s architects, you want her to be careful.

“Uh-huh,” Haruko says, half-listening. She’s always distractible on these types of days.

Kazuha isn’t a frequent member onboard the Alcor anymore, but occasionally Beidou will plead with him to accompany her. She says his anemo vision makes cutting through enemies so much easier.

Kazuha will go on month-long voyages with the Crux, maybe two months if he feels like it, but refuses anything more. He doesn’t want to spend time away from you or your daughter.

By the time you arrive at the docks, you’re sweating and the Alcor is pulling into the harbour. Haruko hops up on a dock anchor, waving to the ship.

“Hi!”

A deafening honk sounds from the ship, making Haruko laugh. Then again. Then once more. Honk honk honk honk-

Jeez, Ningguang can probably hear the boat from Mount Tianheng.

Haruko stands back just enough so that the sailors can tie the boat off and lower the gangplank, then she’s rushing onboard the ship. A woman hops down from the wheel, holding out her arms as Haruko leaps into them.

“Auntie Beidou!”

“Hiya Haru!” Beidou grins, swinging your daughter around in a bear hug, long brown hair flying everywhere. “How have you been? Jeez, you’re getting tall!”

“Good! Aunt Ningguang said she misses you.”

Beidou’s grin widens. “Has she, now?”

“Beidou,” you greet sweetly. (Walking on board with much more restraint.) “It’s good to see you’re well.”

Her eye softens. Haruko slowly slides out of her arms. “The same to you. I thought you guys were coming to meet us tomorrow?”

Your house, the one you and Kazuha have, is right on the border between Mondstadt and Liyue. It’s far from the port but it’s quiet, nestled by the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal.

“Well, Ningguang offered us to stay last night, so we did. Haruko wanted to see her dad as soon as possible.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, good to see you again.” Beidou turns to Haruko, mischievous smile on her face. “Your dad’s gonna be thrilled, watch this.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Kaz!”

High up on the mast, a tuft of white hair pops out from the crow’s nest. You smile and give a wave. The tuft disappears, and quick as the wind, the man reappears, hastily scaling down the mast.

He jumps the rest of the way and rolls to his feet, brushing white hair from his eyes, and is promptly tackled by Haruko, nearly losing his balance.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

“Haruko,” Kazuha grins, hoisting her up to rest against his side. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“Good, dad. How was your trip? What did you do? Did you see any scary monsters?”

“Scary monsters, hm, I may have encountered a few.”

“You gotta tell me over lunch – can we eat it in the bird's nest? We made lunch for you!”

“Crow’s nest,” Kazuha corrects gently. “And really? Wow. Did you help make it?”

“Uh-huh! But I’m not telling you what it is; it’s a surprise! You’ll have to open it like a present.”

“That sounds lovely, Haruko. Thank you.”

You walk up to them and press a kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. “Hi, Kaz.”

“Hello, love,” Kazuha purrs, leaning into your touch. “You look stunning.”

Beidou guaffs, Haruko’s nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

(She used to scream at Kazuha to stop whenever he’d recite sappy love poems to you, covering his mouth with both hands so he’d stop talking. It always made you laugh.)

You pull away from Kazuha and save your daughter and Beidou from your ‘gross’ affections. “The journey to Inazuma ok?”

His eyes briefly harden. He smiles tightly. “It was alright.”

There’s a hidden we’ll talk about this later in his voice, unnoticed by Haruko. She wriggles and Kazuha sets her down.

“Can we climb the mast now?”

Kazuha takes her hand, “Ask the captain.”

“Auntie – Captian Beidou, can we climb the mast please?”

Beidou ruffles her head. “Of course you can, kid. Keep an eye out for me on there, yeah?” Then to Kazuha. “I gotta run some errands on land. If I’m not back by the time you’re gone, thanks for everything.”

Kazuha raises a brow. “Might those ‘errands’ have anything to do with that golden brocade you bought?”

Beidou just waves and grins, trotting off the gangplank and jogging towards the Jade Chamber.

---

The crow’s nest is really only meant for one person standing up, much less three adults and one child, but you make it work. Haruko is obviously given the best seat, you’re squashed beside her, and Kazuha balances on the edge of the nest, legs dangling over the air.

“Why can’t I do that?” Haruko asks as you unpack lunch.

“Because it’s dangerous. Your dad’s very experienced and can catch himself if he falls.”

You’ve seen it happen many times before. Kazuha losing his footing or grip, that split second when he fell and your heart stopped. Then the gust of air that followed, propelling himself back up to safety.

“Once you’re bigger, you can do this,” Kazuha says.

Haruko huffs. “You always say that…”

He chuckles and pats her head. “We just want you safe, is all.”

You pass out bowls and chopsticks around. Kazuha helps affix a chopstick holder to Haruko’s (she’s getting better, but it’s still a challenge to her.) Haruko insists Kazuha close his eyes as you pour out lunch.

“Ok, you can open them!” she says once things are all set.

Kazuha opens his eyes. A steaming bowl of Jueyun Guoba rests in his hands. Juicy cuts of ham, crisp Jueyun chilis, and the rich aroma enough to make your mouth water.

“Ta-dah! What do you think?”

“Oh, Haruko, it looks divine. You made this?”

“Yep! Hurry and taste it!”

Kazuha takes a bite, closing his eyes. “Delicious. So tasty. Captain Beidou should hire you as a chef, or better yet, wanmin restaurant should hire you.”

Haruko grins ear to ear, “Hehe, thank you.”

As you all eat, Kazuha tells you all about the adventures from his trips. How he saw the most beautiful of flowers, or how he fought a translucent glowing eel, Captian Beidou cooked it up and ate it, how she was sick for three straight days afterwards.

Haruko listens to him intently, staring at Kazuha with such a light in her eyes that makes your stomach flutter with pride.

You snuggle closer to Haruko, wrapping an arm around her. The three of you like actual crows, tucked high away, safe from the clutches of the outside world.

---

Haruko wears Kazuha out that day.

She seems to want to do everything Kazuha missed for the past month in a single day. You told her she needn’t rush – Kazuha wasn’t going away any time soon - but that didn’t deter her in the slightest.

You soak your feet in the icy ocean and search for seashells in the sand. You catch crystal flies in the old ruins, delighting in the way Haruko’s face lights up when the yellow wings fade, leaving just the core. You scale one of the many stone cliffs just to enjoy the view as Kazuha plays a tune from a passing leaf.

On your way home, you get some mora meat from a vendor and share the remaining candies from Ningguang as the sun dips below the horizon. When Haruko’s eyes begin to droop, Kazuha carries her on his back the rest of the way home.

Kazuha brushes the hair from her face, kissing her forehead delicately. “Good night, my starlight. May your dreams be as sweet as shooting stars.”

“Poetic,” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

Kazuha’s eyes gleam as the two of you tuck the covers tight around Haruko, kiss her once more for good measure, then gently close the door on her bedroom.

Finally, alone, Kazuha wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder and sighing.

“Tired, pretty boy?” you ask, a lilt of mirth in your voice.

Kazuha hums in agreement, releasing you to intertwine your fingers. He gazes at you, eyes-half lidded, and presses a smattering of kisses to your hand.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

You glance at Haruko’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” Kazuha reassures you. “The wind will watch over her.”

You’re tired, but you’ve also missed Kazuha enough to fight off your slumber. You both wrap up, then make the walk down to the sandy pools of Yougung. The full moon is high in the sky, the breeze cool against your skin.

“Things are still bad over in Inazuma,” Kazuha begins, softly. The wind almost carries his voice away. “It’s gotten better. The vision hunt decree is struck down. Some visions have been returned to the people, but things are still very tense over there…It’s not a place where I want to bring our daughter…”

You squeeze his fingers tightly. It’s felt like ages since you first met Kazuha, when he was just a spry young man onboard the crux. His hair was shorter, he still wore bandages over his arm to hide his injuries from escaping Inazuma.

Now, he lets his hair loose. He wears more Liyue-style clothing. His right hand – the one in your grasp, has healed. Though the physical pain has left, the scars remain.

“I miss my homeland,” Kazuha croaks. “I love what I have with you – I love our home. But a part of me feels forever trapped in Inazuma. Longing for it. I-” He shakes his head, speckles of crystal tears forming in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

“It’s alright, Kazuha,” you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “I can’t begin to understand what that feels like…but I can be here to help you.”

“I just fear-“ he chokes, gripping your shirt. “I fear I’ll never be able to see it again. I’ll never get to bring Haruko to see the cherry blossoms that bloom in spring, or let her feed the cats that roam the islands like wanderers.”

Though you want to, though every part of you wants to assure him he’ll see it, you can’t promise him that. He knows it as well.

You comb your fingers through his hair as his tears stain your shirt. “If that’s the case - If things never get better in our lifetime - then we will make the most of it. Nothing lasts forever. Inazuma will one day change.”

You pull his head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re red and puffy. You rub your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away tear tracks.

“But no matter what, we’ll see it through together.”

Kazuha covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, love. I am forever grateful that I get to spend my life with you.”

You rest your forehead against his, pressing forward just enough so your lips touch.

“Forever,” you murmur. “And then beyond where the wind lies.”

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miridiums-writing · 3 years

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Barbarian Bakugou x Plus-sized!Villager!Reader

Summary ; reader loves in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates

Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesn’t like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. They eat in it, also they eat meat so if you’re vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably won’t relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning, swearing it is Bakugou after all.

AUTHORS NOTE ; ill have part 2 out hopefully in a few days, ill link both the petite reader version and the plus-sized reader to each other so whichever suits you better you can read.

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Petite!reader version part 1

The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadn’t thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.

Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didn’t notice the figure stealthily following after you.

You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. “Stay still dammit” a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.

“Oi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanage” He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blonde locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.

“Found you” he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. “There, now that’s sorted time to clean you up and get moving” He tightly grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you close to his body. “If you try and run you wouldn’t like to know the fate of those kids you so wish to protect so behave.” You didn’t want to know what he could to, so you allowed him to pull you away from the orphanage.

He pulled you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadn’t told you his name and didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didn’t say anything on it. “Hide you face into my back, quickly” he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didn’t stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his back behind him and tried to ignore the strares, questions swarming your mind. “right let’s move out” he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his back, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. “Get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride teddy bear”

When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didn’t think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldn’t really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. “We’re almost there” He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didn’t notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully gave you his hand to help you jump down. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadn’t been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man pulled you inside what looked like a large tent and pointed towards the bed to sit down, it was covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.

“Look here’s the deal,” he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. “You’re my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. It’s a feeling. My name’s Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, it’ll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.” As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath “Skinny as anything” When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didn’t want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you you’re his soulmate and you need to listen him.

When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasn’t used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. “Look, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come on” He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.

The meal itself wasn’t anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.

“Bed time” was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.

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fortheloveofwonderland · 3 years

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Sticks and Stones - Chapter 9 [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Taglist is open, and now has an option to be tagged in this series - you can find the form here.

A/N - here is chapter 9! Lyrics are from Death of a Batchelor by Panic! At The Disco, which you can listen to here.

/// indicates change of perspective. Starts in Reader’s POV.

This fic is a slow burn. Strangers to friends to very eventual lovers. Smut to come in later chapters but you will have to bear with it!

CW: flirty Stella, swears, masturbation (male), insecurities, dog related fluffiness, sex dreams (including oral male receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex), talk of being demisexual, some mild angst (?)

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Chapter 9 - Death of a Batchelor

The death of a Batchelor,

Seems so fitting for

Happily ever after.

How could I ask for more?

A lifetime of laughter,

At the expense of the death of a Batchelor.

I tried to get out of the shopping trip but Stella was like a dog with a bone and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I even tried to insist I had to work, which I didn’t, but even that wasn’t enough.

She dragged me to a high end lingerie store and she was excitedly scouring the racks while I just stood dumbly watching her.

I hadn’t even told her Spencer and I weren’t actually having sex. It seemed too pathetic to tell her that I wanted to look sexy for a man I wasn’t sleeping with.

Stella found a selection of lingerie she said Spencer would go nuts over and tossed them at me, insisting I buy them all.

I wasn’t very good at talking back so I agreed.

She was persistent in coming to my apartment and seeing the garments on me. I’m not one for showing off my body, not at all but she insisted on peeking at every item I tried on.

I had put on a little weight since Brett’s arrest. Now I was eating better and I looked healthier which was nice. But I still had scars from what he’d done to me, specifically the large one down the side of my left leg, which I managed to hide from Stella by leaning on the door frame.

The last item she had made me buy appealed to me the most. It was a soft pink babydoll with lace over the breasts. It was slightly see-through but not too much and had a matching set of lace panties.

When I showed Stella, her jaw practically hit the floor.

“Good god Kitten, if Spencer won’t fuck you rotten in this, I will.”

I blushed, shrinking in on myself knowing he would never actually see me in this.

Before I knew what was happening, Stella pulled her phone from her pocket.

“I have to get a picture of this.”

I didn’t have a chance to hide myself as she had already snapped a photo.

“Stella,” I whined a little. “Please, don’t show him that.”

“Don’t worry Kitten, I won’t ruin the surprise.” She winked at me. “I’ve gotta go ok? But I want to know all the details when you show him that.” and with a giggle she sauntered away, leaving me in my new lingerie I had brought for a man who was never going to look at me in that way.

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I was climbing the walls a little if I’m being perfectly honest. It had been a few weeks since I’d ended my arrangement with Kylie and I’d since ended it with Nora too, she was much more understanding.

I hadn’t ended it with Stella, because with her it was about more sex, but even still we hadn’t played in a while.

Honestly, my mind was consumed by Dahlia. I wanted her so badly it was all I could think of most of the time. I wanted to make her feel good, I wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her body and make her come undone at the seams. I wanted to know how she would feel wrapped around me, how she sounded when she came.

I was a man possessed.

Stella was in the kitchen making us dinner when I picked up her phone off the coffee table.

I knew her passcode to her phone and I know she didn’t mind me going on it and I was hoping to find an email about some books she had ordered for me online. I’m not tech savvy, Stella does all my online ordering for me when I don’t have time to go shopping myself.

She had the latest iPhone and I had no idea how it worked, I was always getting lost on her phone. I somehow ended up in her photo application.

“Jeez I hate this thing.” I grumbled, about to take the device to Stella and ask her how I got into her emails when one of the thumbnails caught my eye.

Curiosity got the better of me and I tapped on it to enlarge it.

The way the baby pink complimented her skin tone was phenomenal and it was the most skin I’d seen of hers since that day at the BAU when she was being photographed.

Stella walked in from the kitchen and I noticed her smiling at me.

“Oh I know what you’re looking at.” she laughed. “I promised Kitten I wouldn’t let you see, she wanted it to be a surprise! Don’t tell her you saw it.”

I briefly looked up at her, her words had gone right over my head. All my blood had pumped to one very specific part of my body and I couldn’t focus on anything else.

“She...I…” I couldn’t form a sentence. I was utterly gobsmacked.

Stella laughed.

“Go do your thing Pony.” she nodded her head towards the bedroom. “Just don’t get come on my phone, please.” she turned and strutted back to the kitchen.

It took less than five seconds for me to turn and run to my room. I shut myself in the room and freed my erection from my pants with the urgency of a mad man.

I fell back to the bed, my eyes fixed on the photograph as I started stroking myself.

After a minute or so once I had committed that picture to memory, I dropped the phone and closed my eyes.

She was an angel, an absolute fucking angel and I did not deserve her in that ethereal lingerie.

As I pumped myself I imagined it was her small, delicate fingers working me, smiling at me as she did so. I imagined the feeling of her breasts beneath my hands, her nipples in my mouth.

I imagined her warm, wet core around my aching dick as she rode me.

I imagined her soft, sensual voice in my ear.

“Spencer? Spencer?”

“He’s in the bedroom.”

My eyes shot open as I realised I hadn’t been imagining her voice when I heard Stella’s.

“He’s masturbating over that photo of you from the other week.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, still pumping. “Shit.”

I came, spilling my load over my hand and pants.

Not wasting a second I jumped up, running out of the room to see Dahlia and Stella standing together, staring at me.

“Dahlia I-“

“I have to go!” She squealed before running as fast as she could from the apartment.

I turned to Stella who had erupted in laughter.

“Your dick is still hanging out Casanova.” She laughed. “Real smooth.”

I groaned loudly, tucking myself away.

“Fuck.” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“What’s the big deal? So you masturbated over her. Surely that’s flattering?”

I could feel the blush spreading up my neck and to my cheeks.

“We haven’t uhm…we haven’t slept together. We haven’t even kissed.”

That only caused Stella to laugh harder.

“Oh Pony,” she slapped my arm. “You’ve got it really bad if you’re spending this much time on someone you aren’t sleeping with.”

“I should go check on her.” I ignored Stella and followed in Y/N’s wake.

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When the knock sounded at the door I knew it would be Spencer. I considered ignoring it because I was absolutely mortified but I knew he would’t let up.

I knew my face must have been bright red when I opened the door and he stepped inside my apartment.

“I really wish you hadn’t seen that photo. I am so embarrassed.” I hung my head.

I felt his strong hand under my chin and he guided my face up so our eyes could meet.

“Why are you embarrassed?” His voice was soft and calming like it always was with me.

“You weren’t supposed to know about the lingerie. I don’t even know why I brought it, it’s not like you would want to see me in it.” I chewed my lip sadly.

“Dahlia, you are aware that I was just touching myself over the thought of you in that goddamn underwear.” he laughed a little.

“I don’t understand why.” I felt tears pricking the backs of my eyes. There was no way he could possibly find me attractive. Not when he had Stella on tap.

“There’s a reason I call you pretty girl.” He gently took hold of my hand and guided it to his pants.

He placed my palm on the bulge in his slacks and I gasped feeling how hard he was.

“This is what you do to me Y/N. This is all for you.” he whispered in a low, sultry tone that made me instantly damp between my legs. “Honestly Y/N, I would love nothing more than my fantasies to become a reality. But I am not pressuring you into anything ok? If my fantasies are all I get then I’m fine with that. But just know that if you ever wanted me...you just need to say the word.”

He let go of me but I kept my hand on his arousal for a few more seconds.

A part of me wanted to just succumb to him then and there. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and do whatever he wanted to me.

But another part of me was terrified of that prospect.

It didn’t matter anyway as suddenly his phone was ringing. I leapt back from him, feeling guilty all of a sudden.

“It’s work.” he sighed as he saw the name on the display. “I’ll call you later, ok?” he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek before he was gone again, as though vanishing into thin air.

I by no means understood why I had that effect on Spencer but it felt marvellous knowing I did.

***

We didn’t talk about that incident again, I was glad because I was still embarrassed by it.

With the trial date getting closer and closer, I gravitated further to the edge with each passing day.

There were a couple of times I’d come close to relapsing only to manage to call Spencer just in time.

He would come over and hold me while I cried, telling me how proud he was of me for calling before I hurt myself.

He would tell me animal facts which always cheered me up. In fact I’d taken to jotting them down in my journal so I could always be reminded of them.

Did you know?

There is one species of jellyfish that is immortal. It can revert back to its child state after reaching sexual maturity and therefore never dies.

There are one million ants for every human on Earth.

A pig's orgasm lasts thirty minutes (oh boy).

Sharks kill fewer than ten people a year whereas humans kill around one million sharks a year (this one makes me a little sad).

A dog's sense of smell is around one hundred times stronger than a humans. However they only have one sixth our number of taste buds.

After that I found myself enthralled by the dog facts and always had him tell me more about them.

Because of their incredible sense of smell, they can smell feelings.

Studies have shown dogs genuinely get jealous when they see you display affection for another creature.

Petting a dog can actually be beneficial to your physical and mental health. Studies have shown petting a dog for fifteen minutes can lower blood pressure by ten percent and it can lower feelings of stress, depression and combat loneliness.

It became obvious, I needed a dog.

Spencer thought it was a great idea and he found a local place that trained puppies in giving emotional support, enabling them to sense human emotion even better than most dogs.

There were a lot of puppies but I fell head over heels for one in particular.

She was a seven month old white Akita. The lady that showed us around informed us that female Akitas were deeply loyal and friendly and also the breed was a popular guard dog.

The first time I held her in my arms she licked my face and buried her big, fluffy head into my neck.

“I love her.” I smiled at Spencer. “This is her. She’s the one.”

We took her back to my apartment which we’d already kitted out with new dog owner essentials.

We let her off the leash and she started exploring her new home with gusto.

“Do you know what you’re going to call her?” Spencer nudged me in the arm as we watched the pup get acquainted.

“Cara.” I smiled brightly. “From the Sword of Truth.”

“Ah.” Spencer smiled. “Because she’s protective of the seeker and the confessor.”

“Exactly.” I nodded. “Cara, how do you like your new home?”

She put her large paws on the side of the couch and looked at me as though asking permission.

I sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. She replied by jumping up and resting her head in my lap.

Spencer sat on the other side of her and stroked her back.

“She seems to love you already.” He smiled. “My two pretty girls.”

I blushed, trying to hide my face from Spencer by focusing on scratching Cara behind her ears.

“I embarrassed you.”

“No.” My voice was high pitched. It made Spencer laugh.

“Come on Dahlia, I thought we passed this. You know I think you are an angel sent from heaven.”

“Stop it.” I shook my head.

“Never.” He laughed and shuffled closer, seemingly ignoring Cara.

He cupped my cheek in his hand and turned me to face him.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me, literally hard to keep my hands off of you.”

I felt my chest tighten and my panties practically flooded.

“Seeker,” I breathed, he was so close he must be able to feel my breath fanning across his face. I could feel his.

“You're like a drug Dahlia. I haven’t even had a taste of you and I’m addicted.” He edged even closer to me and I couldn’t stop him. Not that I wanted to.

Just as his lips were about to touch mine and relieve me of all the built up tension, Cara jumped up between us.

She growled at Spencer, baring her teeth as she did so.

Spencer shot backwards in shock.

“Whoa girl what’s the matter?” He sounded a little panicked.

“Guess she’s protecting me.” I shrugged.

Honestly it wasn’t for Cara I would have let him have me right here on the couch and I would have thanked him for the privilege.

Later that night I had my first in what would end up being a long line of sex dreams about my seeker.

It started as it had that evening, with us on the couch but Cara wasn’t with us.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me, literally hard to keep my hands off of you.”

“Then don’t. Put your hands anywhere you want, Seeker, please, I beg of you.”

He cupped my face with both hands and this time when he leaned in close there was no dog growling at him and his lips finally met mine.

He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled him, threading my fingers through his luscious curls. I could feel his erection pressing into me through his slacks.

“Dahlia,” he spoke into my lips. “My gosh Dahlia.”

He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I parted my lips to allow him entry. His tongue explored me hungrily, like a man possessed, while his large hands roamed my back.

He found the hem of my dress and hooked his fingers beneath the fabric. I moaned into his lips, telling him it was ok.

I broke the kiss so he could pull it over my head.

Somehow, under the dress I was wearing the pink babydoll. My chest was bigger beneath the lace, I also noticed my hips were curvier too. My body more resembled Stella’s than my own, probably because that’s what Spencer finds attractive. Maybe if I looked like her this would be a reality and not just a dream.

His eyes blew out as he took me in, looking at me as though I was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

“You look glorious in pink, angel,” he whispered to me, stroking back my hair. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes Spencer. It’s all for you.”

“That’s my good, sweet girl.” he took hold of my wrists and placed them on his chest near the top button of his shirt. “Would you like to see me? All of me?”

“Please Spencer.” I begged, pathetically.

“Undress me Dahlia.” he instructed softly and I nodded eagerly.

I worked on the buttons of his shirt as his eyes kept tracing my figure, taking me all in. His hands groped at my breasts through the fabric of the babydoll and over my hips.

I reached the last button and he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. I chewed my lip looking at this gorgeous man in front of me, counting all my lucky stars that he was here with me.

“Touch me Dahlia. Touch me wherever you see fit.”

I cautiously placed my hands on his chest. His skin was hot and soft and it made me moan. I wondered if he could feel how wet I was.

I allowed my hands to move lower, down his ribcage and onto his stomach. I looked up at him with questioning eyes, asking if I could go further.

He nodded with a smile.

“Dahlia, you don’t need to check with me. You can do anything you want me to. Anything.”

He pulled me in by my arm to kiss me again and it was even more heated than before. When I pulled back I was panting and when I looked down, his pants and underwear were gone.

“Oh my.” I gasped a little, taking in the sight of his hard member.

Spencer laughed, stroking back my hair.

“Do you want to touch me Dahlia? Or maybe even take me into that beautiful mouth of yours?” he ran his thumb along my bottom lip as he spoke.

Clearly he wanted me to take him in my mouth and I wouldn’t argue with that. I never argued, I did what was expected of me. Always.

The only difference was, I wanted to pleasure him with my mouth. I have never wanted to do that before. But with Spencer, I wanted to do everything.

I grazed my fingertips over his skin as I lowered myself off his lap and onto my knees in front of the couch. Spencer parted his legs and allowed me to kneel between his thighs.

“You look so good like this Dahlia.” he ran his fingers through my hair and then settled on gripping my roots. “Please sweet girl. Please wrap those sinful lips around my dick.”

How could anyone say no to that?

I licked my lips by way of lubricating them a little and bowed my head closer to him. I had a lot of practice at this over the years and I was sure I would have no problem pleasing him.

I blew a little air onto his head, making him moan and buck his hips a little. Then I wrapped my lips around him, swiping my tongue over his throbbing tip.

“Oh Dahlia,” he moaned, tugging on my hair. “Sweet, sweet Dahlia.”

He bucked his hips again so I started moving, not wanting to disappoint him. I took his whole length in my mouth until he smacked the back of my throat which made him groan loudly and my hair got another appreciative tug.

I balanced myself by placing my hands on his thighs while I started bobbing up and down on his length.

The noises he was making really spurred me on. He sounded like he was completely blissed out. As he neared his orgasm, his hold on my hair became looser. He was fidgeting beneath me, rocking his hips to meet my movements.

When he came, I swallowed every single drop of him, just like I was taught to. When I sat back I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth and looked at him to see how I did.

He pulled me back up into his lap and kissed me again. Brett never kissed me after I did that to him.

“Dahlia, you are amazing.” he spoke into my lips. “But I need more.”

He was hard again and my panties had vanished although the rest of my lingerie remained. He lifted my hips a little and rubbed his shaft through my folds, moaning as he did so.

“You’re so wet sweet girl,” he mumbled, lifting me again and lining himself up with my entrance. “I think you’re ready for me.”

“Yes Seeker, I’ve been ready for a long time.”

He smiled at me as he lowered me onto him.

He stretched me out, much larger than I had been used to but I would take anything from him. It took a little while for him to bury himself completely inside of me, but once he was in to the hilt he took hold of my face and kissed me again.

“Goddamn Dahlia,” he whispered. “Goddamn.”

I started moving, shifting my hips up and down around him. He joined me, moving his own hips to meet me, slamming into me in a way that was somehow both rough and loving at the same time.

He groped my breasts again, playing with them in his large hands while I rode him, using his shoulders for leverage.

My head became hazy, nothing had ever felt like this before in my whole life. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, whispering encouragement to me.

“Dahlia, I am going to come again, my love.” he moaned, panting as he spoke.

I nodded in acknowledgement, gripping his shoulders tightly as I continued my movements.

I felt a tightening in my chest and between my legs. I felt a heat spreading in my stomach as my legs began to shake. What was happening? What was this feeling?

But I never got to find out. Barking permeated my dream, forcing me awake in an instant. At first I was confused by the sound, momentarily forgetting I now had a dog.

I rubbed my eyes, groaning a little, feeling the wetness between my legs, clinging to my black shorts.

I forced myself out of bed and out into the living room to find Cara barking at the kitchen wall.

“What is it sweetheart?” I patted her head. She whimpered a little before running back to her bed.

I rubbed my eyes again. My whole body felt as though it were on fire. That dream had felt so real and I knew I wouldn’t be happy until I had Spencer.

The fact that I was still half asleep allowed me to not think through my actions before I fled my apartment and let myself into his.

I was going to make my move, I had to. I was desperate for him, like I’d been lost in the desert and he was my only source of hydration.

“Spencer?” I called out when I found the living room empty. “Spence?”

I found him in the bedroom, naked aside from a pair of boxers as he rubbed some kind of cream into Stella’s bare ass.

I blushed, turning away from them. I wondered what it was like to have Spencer’s large hands smack my ass like that.

Oh god, not now Y/N!

“Sorry Dahlia,” his voice was low. “Just taking care of Stell.”

“Hi Kitten.” she mumbled sleepily. “We’ll be right out.”

Of course. That must have been what Cara was barking at. Of course he’d been doing a scene with Stella while I was having the filthiest dream of my life.

///

Y/N had looked flushed when she’d walked in my room but I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t until Stella and I dressed and joined her in the living room that I realised exactly why.

It wasn’t incredibly noticeable but it was obvious enough that she was wet between her legs, soaking actually. There was a clear enough stain on her shorts that could only be from one thing.

And that begged the question, why had she come here when she was aroused? Had she been hoping for me?

Fuck. Had I just blown my shot?

I got hard again instantly, how could I not? Her arousal was seeping through her shorts and I could only dream it was for me.

“I uh…I gotta shower. I’m…sweaty you know?” I hurried away from the two women, one I’d just had sex with and one I wished I’d just had sex with.

I heard Stella giggling as rushed away.

///

“You know what he’s doing don’t you?” Stella grinned at me after Spencer left the room.

“Uh…showering?” Wasn’t that the logical answer? Didn’t he just say that’s what he was doing?

Stella laughed, patting me on my shoulder.

“Oh dear, sweet innocent Kitten.” She moved her hand from my shoulder to my cheek and she pinched me lightly. “He’s jerking off sweetheart. No idea how, after what we just did, but that’s what he’s doing.”

“Oh.” I tried to hide my disappointment but I couldn’t.

“Oh Kitten, not over me! He is tugging away at Spencer Jnr because you walked in, in all your loveliness and that delicious wet patch between your legs.”

I paled instantly, squeezing my thighs together and grabbing the closest thing I could find to over myself.

I was smacked in the face by the scent of Spencer’s cologne and I realised it was because the thing I had grabbed was one of his shirts.

I squealed, tossing it away like it was on fire, grabbing a pillow instead and covering my lap with it.

Stella laughed at my discomfort.

“It’s ok Kitten, it happens to all of us.”

“Not me, it doesn’t.” I blushed, squeezing my thighs closer together. “I’ve n-never...felt this way.” I whispered, partially hoping she wouldn’t hear me.

“What do you mean, love?” Stella softened, trying to catch my gaze.

“I have been with Brett since I was seventeen. I’ve never...fantasized about anyone the way I do with Spencer.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this to her. “I don’t understand Stella. None of this makes any sense to me.”

Stella shuffled closer to me and placed her hand on my knee.

“Y/N,” she smiled at me and I think it might be the first time she’s ever called me by name. “Have you heard of the term, demisexual?”

“N-no?” I frowned.

“It basically defines people who only feel sexual attraction to people they have an emotional bond with. And I would say you and Spencer have a very close emotional bond. So it would make sense.”

I chewed my lip, mulling her words. For the first time since I’d met Spencer the fog surrounding my brain cleared a little. Hearing that there was a word to describe how I was feeling made it clearer to me.

“Wow,” I croaked. “So other people feel this way?”

“Yes sweetie, other people that way.” she smiled sweetly at me.

“Thank you Stella.” I smiled, sniffing back my tears. “I should get back to Cara.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure Pony will be right out.”

“It’s ok, I don’t think I trust myself around him right now.” I laughed a little.

“He’s crazy about you Y/N. He has a hard time where feelings are involved but you mean the world to him. And of course, if you do decide to sleep with him...you won’t be disappointed.” she winked at me.

“Thanks. I think.” I giggled as I made my way to the door.

Little did I know, Spencer had been listening to every word.

///

I’m really not sure how I even managed to get hard again, let alone come anymore after the night I’d had but Y/N has that effect on me.

It’s more than just wanting to get into her pants, it was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.

Not since Maeve.

And it scared the absolute shit out of me.

But when I’d gotten out of the shower and heard her and Stella talking I couldn’t stop myself from eavesdropping even though I knew it was an invasion of privacy.

But after I heard it, I knew what needed to be done.

I threw on some pajama pants and a t-shirt before I joined Stella in the living room.

She looked up at me from the couch and we shared a look, one where we both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Before you speak,” she patted the couch cushion next to her and I came and sat down. “I know what you’re going to say. We had a good run, Pony.”

I swallowed, feeling tears in my eyes.

“I’m sorry Stell,” I sniffed.

“You’re falling for her.” she took hold of my hand.

I laughed a little nervously.

“I don’t think that’s what-”

“Shush.” she squeezed my hand. “We don’t have to discuss that now. But regardless of that, tonight was our last scene.”

I chewed my lip, nodding sadly.

“I really am sorry. I want to give her my full attention. I don’t want another repeat of tonight. Whatever it is I’m feeling, it’s consuming me. And this isn’t fair on either of you.”

“I know Spence, I know.” she whispered.

“Maybe it’s time you know? We’ve had our fun. Maybe you can find someone who makes you feel the way...he did.”

Stella shook her head, averting her gaze. She didn’t like talking about her college sweetheart, the only man she’d ever loved. The only man she’d ever been with besides me. I think it was because of him she always gravitates more towards women.

“Hmm, doubtful.” she shrugged. “But I’ll be fine. Best friends first, always.”

“Always.” I agreed. “Fuck why does this feel like the end of an era?” I laughed but my tears had started to fall.

“Oh Pony, don’t cry!” she grabbed my face and wiped at my tears with her thumbs. “Sometimes things have to end to make way for other things to begin.”

“When did you start working for Hallmark?”

“Funny Pony.” she pinched my cheek.

“I love you Stella, you know that don’t you?”

“And I love you Spencer Reid.” she leaned in close to me, letting go of my face and pressing her lips to mine in a brief kiss, breaking our first rule.

But it was ok, our rules no longer mattered.

I placed another kiss on her forehead.

“Ok, I’m not dying.” she laughed, shoving me in the arm.

“I know, but you know how I feel about change.”

“It’s a good change.” She smiled at me. “Now go get her tiger.”

“Not yet.” I shook my head.

“Well make sure you don’t wait too long.”

“I know.” I ran my hands over my face. “But right now, I just want to watch a movie with my best friend.”

Stella grinned and wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

“That, Pony, sounds perfect.”

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