#what kinda song is seven gonna be
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I AM UNWELL
THE LEATHER PANTS THE LAP THE CHEST THE ARMS THE TATTOOS THE BLAZER THE NECKLACES SOMEONE SEND HELP I’M HYPERVENTILATING
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Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!
Our Girl
(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)
A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.
Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.
A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!
Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))
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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-
“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.
“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”
“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”
“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.
Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-
“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.
“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.
“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.
The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.
Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…
She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.
I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-
“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”
“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.
“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him.
“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”
Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.
A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”
As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes.
“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.
Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s.
All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.
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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…
A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.
“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”
Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb.
“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air.
“Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.
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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress.
“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo.
“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”
The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”
Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl.
“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”
Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,
“W-where am I?”
Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?”
“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely.
Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”
Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”
The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above.
“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.
“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure.
“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.
“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.
“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment.
Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.
“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”
The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica.
“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.
It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs.
“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”
“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…
(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.
“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”
And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.
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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy.
After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.
.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary.
“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”
“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!”
The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”
As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!”
Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.
The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye.
This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…
“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes.
“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face.
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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.
“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair.
The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.
“And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl.
“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”
“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.
Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.
“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”
“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.
His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…
“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.
“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”
A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.
“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”
Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.
“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.
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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek.
“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face.
Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.
“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”
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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home.
“Thank god that’s over-!”
Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…
“SHIT!!!”
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Translations:
¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!
Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.
¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!
¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!
Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.
Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?
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BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )
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summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.
warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???
band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)
drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)
a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come
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“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.
people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.
they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.
all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.
she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.
mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.
“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.
you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”
“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.
the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.
“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”
“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.
addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.
“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.
“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.
he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”
“yup, just lead the way.”
the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.
he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.
“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.
this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.
you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.
several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.
all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.
“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.
his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.
“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.
“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.
then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.
“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.
“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.
he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”
one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”
he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.
his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.
it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.
“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.
“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.
he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.
“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.
“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.
“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”
“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.
“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.
he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.
“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.
“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.
“you’re sweet.”
“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.
chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.
“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.
jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.
“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.
“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”
you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”
he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”
you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.
“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.
“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.
chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”
“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.
nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”
“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”
“really? like who?”
it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.
“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.
you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.
“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.
it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.
jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”
“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.
“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.
“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.
you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.
you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.
but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.
you take it as a win.
a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.
chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.
matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.
its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.
“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.
“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.
of fucking course.
he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.
your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.
“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.
“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.
adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.
he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.
another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.
you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.
he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.
you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.
“can i bum one?” he asks softly.
it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.
“thanks.”
“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.
matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.
he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.
matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.
you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.
you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.
you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.
it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.
“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.
you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.
you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.
that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.
“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.
he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.
“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.
“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.
matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.
“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.
he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.
“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.
you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.
“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.
and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.
“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”
for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.
“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.
so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.
“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.
just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.
the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.
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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮
pile 1 -- > pile 2 -- > pile 3
pile 4 -- > pile 5 -- > pile 6
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Hello beautiful souls✨ I am back with another future spouse pick a card reading. Today we will look into how you will meet your future spouse! Remember to meditate, take a deep breath and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Divider by @ribboniel
Pile 1
Cards: Justice, Three of Swords, Ten of Wands, The Hermit, The Wheel of Fortune, Page of Swords, Two of Swords, Page of Cups
Back of the Deck: Six of Pentacles
This pile is being me serious webtoon or like k-drama plot line vibes. I am also getting that some of you may be lawyers or may be fans of the k-drama Extraordinary Attorney Woo. Anyway, I am getting that you will meet you fs in a moment of pure vulnerability. For a good amount of you I feel like you could be going through a really big breakup. You may experience many strong emotions, or feel very anxious about something. Some of you may suffer from severe anxiety I'm hearing. I am also hearing that this may be a work problem, like a project didn't go through or you got scolded by higher ups, something that would raise your stress. I just heard that for some of you this event has happened already. Some of you may meet you fs very soon or have already met your future spouse. But I feel like after this, you might feel like you need to push yourself away from the people close to you and distance yourself. You could be stepping out of your comfort zone. But I feel like this is where you are gonna meet your fs. I feel like this place will be a crowded area, specifically a concert. Around the time you meet your fs, you will try to distract yourself from your stress and anxiety. I see your fs approaching you first, someone really cheery and just excited to be there. Someone that frequents the place you meet. For some of you, this may be someone you already vaguely know, specifically a co-worker. Your fs is giving puppy energy to me. They will be very excited to see you, it seems like a really cute introduction that will may make you laugh. I feel like they will compliment you on something you're wearing. I keep hearing that you will be a lot less excited to see them than they are to see you lmao. I don't think it's for any bad reasons like they are mean to you or something but they may remind you of whatever is causing you stress at first. I feel like they are gonna try to buy you a drink, or they have been drinking. Your fs gives off a very trustworthy vibe. You and your fs will talk a lot your first time meeting. I am getting a lot of laughter and silly little jokes. Originally you will feel like you guys are complete opposites, but after a while you will realize you have a lot of common. I keep hearing your first impression of them is that they are a cute doofus lol. (A kind of side note but I kept thinking of Brazil while shuffling and when thinking about your pile so you may be from Brazil or you could meet in Brazil)
Advice Cards:
Awareness opens a field of possibility in your life
In harmony with your inner self, you are free to do or be whatever you choose
Be aware of your inner messages
Something you've planted is coming to harvest. Results are forthcoming!
Be alert for your opportunity
Weigh your situation carefully
Channeled Song:
Pile 2
Cards: Queen of Wands, Ten of Swords rx, Seven of Pentacles, King of Cups, Four of Wands rx, Two of Swords, Strength rx, Queen of Pentacles
Back of the Deck: The Hierophant
One of the first things that popped into my head when shuffling for this pile is that your first meeting is gonna be embarrassing for you. The reason for embarrassment will vary for all of you, of course, but overall I feel like you will be very emotional at the moment of meeting your fs. I am kinda of sensing some similarities to Pile 1 so if you felt called to that one please do read that one as well. Anyways, I feel like there is a possibility you could be getting bullied when you first meet your fs. I'm not getting that they will be the one bullying at all, in fact they might even defend you from these bullies. Like I am seeing them physically fighting them off or threaten them if this is bullying, and violence isn't the answer, but they will only try to help you. For some of you, your fs is a childhood friend or someone you have known for a very long time. I am also hearing some of you will already be in a relationship when you meet your fs. I feel like you are normally a very confident and brave person Pile 2 but at the time of meeting your fs, you will just be so over something that your tough persona will be faltering. I am also getting that some of you may try to stay positive about everything and never show discomfort in anything but this time something got to you and it's showing (ngl yall are giving me Tohru Honda vibes but that's for the Fruits Basket fans lol). For some very specific people, this event will take place in a church or will be about religion. But I feel like your fs will notice that you aren't acting how you normally do or that you just aren't doing well. I really feel like your fs won't really know how to comfort you but will end up doing something cute anyway and it might even make you feel better. They might give you something, I am seeing specifically candy. I do feel like your fs will almost immediately make an impression on you, you might even start crushing on them right when you meet them. Your fs seems like someone that doesn't really know how to express themselves but they wanna learn and be better so they can deserve someone like you.
Advice Cards:
No better time exists than right now
Your body needs your attention
In harmony with your inner self, you are free to do and be whatever you choose
You can make an important contribution
You are intended to succeed. Align your actions with your highest dreams
Issues of balance are at hand
Channeled Song:
Pile 3
Cards: The Fool, Knight of Cups rx, Three of Pentacles, Three of Pentacles, Temperance, Four of Swords, Seven of Cups, Knight of Pentacles rx
Back of the Deck: The Sun
This is a very interesting pile. For some of you this could a gay relationship or if not, your fs could have very masculine energy. Unlike the other piles, this is the first where your fs is almost definitely someone you haven't met before or known about before. For some of you, your first meeting with your fs will be completely random. I almost feel like your fs doesn't want you to know how you will meet, like it's a surprise. But I do feel an instant connection here. Like you will immediately be like oh shit this person is my person. I just saw a gym (but I won't say this is for a lot of you because I really think your fs wants to keep some details of your first meeting a secret) . This is definitely a soulmate/twin flame connection. Maybe even love at first sight. You guys will act as if you have known each other your whole lives after just talking for a little bit. Although this sounds very much like everything will move very fast but I feel like both of you are pretty patient people and will wanna take your time with this connection. I just heard you have your whole lives to get to know each other. For a small amount of you, I feel like your first interactions will be recorded, maybe one of you is an influencer. But I am really getting that this first meeting with your fs will just be really fun and full of laughs like you almost can't breathe because you are dying of laughter kind of funny. I am getting your fs has a really big personality, like they are very noticeable when they walk into a room, all eyes on them. They may have dyed hair or very bold fashion. I am hearing some of you will be wearing something similar which is why you approach each other in the first place. The angel number 333 will have some connection to your first meeting so you may see 333 a lot when you are about to meet them, or March might have some importance to this connection. When you meet your fs, you are going to feel like you have reached the end of long and tiring journey, and now you can finally start a new chapter with your fs. I also just heard they are a keeper lol.
Advice Cards:
Considerable and consistent effort may now be required
Complete the project or task. Something is calling for closure
Control is an illusion. Surrender and allow the Universe to guide you
It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul
You are intended to succeed. Align your actions with your highest dreams
You are divinely protected. Remind yourself how safe you are
Channeled Song:
Pile 4
Cards: Nine of Pentacles, Page of Swords, Ten of Cups rx, Five of Cups, King of Cups, Page of Cups, Seven of Wands, The Sun, The Magician (you get an extra card my special pile 4's)
Back of the Deck: Knight of Wands
While shuffling, two different locations showed themselves to me. A comic book store or just like a kind of geeky store and a sports game. Kinda random but could resonate with some of you. I was also hearing some of you might just be into a lot of geeky things like anime, marvel, fandoms in general which isn't too surprising if you have found your way to this reading, but spirit kept bringing my attention to that, so that kind of stuff could be very important to you or your fs. I am also seeing an interest in sports, so you or your fs could be very into sports. Anyway, I am getting you and your fs will meet very casual. I don't see you meeting through a dating app or a blind date or anything like that. I am seeing your fs approaching you first, although I feel like this is SUPER out of character for them. I am getting that your fs is more on the introverted side or they get very nervous talking to new people. I'm hearing "I just had to talk to you." so your fs will most likely be interested in you first, maybe even immediately caught feelings for you. I am even hearing that they will tell their friends "I just met my future spouse.". I can feel the blush that paints their cheeks and anxiety they are feeling just thinking about talking to you. Ngl Pile 4, the first interaction with them may be a little awkward at first cause they are just so nervous lol. I specifically see you looking at something like a book or painting I am hearing, and your fs just starts talking about whatever you are looking at. I recommend watching the mv to the first channeled song, as a specific part where the couple are looking a painting came to mind. also the song is just a banger But I do feel like you guys will eventually have a very fun conversation. Whatever happens, your fs will leave the interaction REALLY happy. Like they have a spring in their step. I am hearing you may give them your number or social media after meeting. I just heard some of you fall under the category of "big titty goth gf" and that is your fs's type (not for everyone ofc). I don't really see you viewing your fs as a romantic interest at first, they are someone that will grow on you eventually. Your fs has a lot of charm that they can only show when you get to know them better.
Advice Cards:
Boldly imagine what you can do and be
Act on what you know
You can if you think and believe you can
Create an internal structured frame of reference and stay focused
Give yourself your own approval
It's time to try something new
Channeled Songs:
Pile 5
Cards: Six of Wands rx, The Wheel of Fortune, Seven of Pentacles, Four of Cups rx, Ten of Pentacles, Strength, Four of Wands rx, Queen of Wands
Back of the Deck: Ace of Wands
I flipping love the energy of this pile so much. For a lot of you I feel like you will meet your fs at work. You could be your own boss, starting a small business, and maybe even a CEO of a successful company I am hearing. You give off such a lovely energy Pile 5, I can't over it. Anyway I feel like your fs is someone you will rely on. I am seeing a lot of teamwork with this pile. I don't think you and your fs will ever be properly introduced, it's like they could just be in a group of people that you end up with and somehow just become acquainted with. I am seeing things like paintball, board games, or online games and you will just end up doing something together. If this is a work environment, it's at a work party. Spirits don't seem to want to focus so much on how you will meet and more on your connection with this person. This person is gonna be your rock. You could be in need of assistance and your fs will come to help you. Your fs will immediately give off the vibe of someone that works very hard and has worked for everything they have. They also may have evident bags under their eyes. Your meeting with them is gonna be pure fate. You were at the right place at the right time. Something you will look back and think, I am so glad I was there when I was or else I wouldn't have met them. Yall are absolutely soulmates. I really keep hearing your fs will be your assistant, you may decide to make a business with them when you first meet them. Your fs will just feel like home. I just saw two different fictional couples that I feel are similar to the vibes I get from yall. I see Barbie and Ken and Princess Carolyn and Judah from Bojack Horseman. You will meet your fs when you both need each other the most, this connection is divinely protected. When you guys get together, you will be each others support system and have a really stable and strong relationship. Your first impression of your fs will just be that they have a strong warmth to them as a person. An almost addictive personality. (very random last note just I kept seeing it and I'm seeing signs of it happening so your first introduction may be them spilling coffee on you lol)
Advice Cards:
You can manifest your heart's desire
You are healing at a cellular level
The issue at hand is about reflection. What is the mirror showing you?
The conditions are primed. Yes, it can happen, and if you believe, it will!
You need to make the first move
The Universe supports your stance and decision
Channeled Song:
Pile 6
Cards: Ace of Swords rx, Knight of Cups rx, Nine of Wands, The Chariot rx, Ace of Pentacles, Eight of Cups, Eight of Wands, King of Cups
Back of the Deck: The World
This connection is most likely starting on the internet. This could be through a dating app or something like discord. I am getting around the time of your first meeting, you will be working on yourself or working towards loving yourself more. That may be something you have struggled with in the past or currently. Spirits are working to bring this person closer to you. I feel like your person either lives really far away from you or super close to you, no in between. If you do meet through a dating app, I don't think either of you would be particularly looking for love, just someone to talk to and find similar interests to. I keep being brought to a couple I know that met through MySpace and now are happily married and travel the world, I am getting their vibes from this pile. They also have a youtube channel so you might even make content together. I heard that one of you may be from Asia, specifically from Japan and another one of you would be from the west, take it if it resonates. This connection won't manifest in person until after you have really took the time to get to know your fs more. It's like you will meet your fs two times, once online and another when you finally decide to meet in person. For some of you, you may not even meet this person until after you already started dating. I am even seeing for some of you this may be a person you have watched or stalked on social media and have been a fan of. But I am not seeing a power imbalance with you guys. I feel like you will see each other as equals. You guys will find what you have lacked in your other relationships with your fs. If you guys are at a distance or meet online, I feel like when you finally met in person it will be a big event for both of you where you almost feel like you are finally complete. Your first impression of your fs will be someone that just gets you. Someone that you feel like you could pour your heart out to without being judged. It won't be that you share everything in common and be very similar people, but you will compliment each other in a way that works beautifully. You have very compatible birth charts or MBTI's. I heard either you or your fs could be an ESFP. You and your fs will meet at a moment when you are both emotional ready for a relationship.
Advice Cards:
Weigh your situation carefully
The conditions are primed. Yes, it can happen, and if you believe, it will!
Your acts of love, kindness, and unlimited forgiveness bestow grace upon you
The issue at hand is about reflection. What is the mirror showing you?
Align your body, mind and spirit with your heart
Yes, you can .... Set it in motion!
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Yayyy! Vox was who I wanted to make a request for so I was thinking what if female reader is an overlord who deals with weapons that can kill sinners and hellborn. Maybe she is also an owner of a nightclub? maybe she died in the 1920s and she knew Alastor as well and maybe she’s had a crush on him but he’s not interested in her so then she goes and she dates Vox but then she catches him positioned with Val and she doesn’t know the extent how Valentino is abusing Vox so then fast forward 7 years later and they meet again because she’s helping Alastor and of course that makes Vox jealous and angry and Vox just wants her back and he’ll do anything to show her that he changed and he just wants her back. And maybe he explains how Val treated him and then a happy ending heheh. 🤭 I love your stories. Also maybe reader is badass and is like doesn’t need a man because she got herself but she also loves when Vox protects her? Kinda like that song on TikTok from Olivia Rodrigo that goes “I’m a feminist obviously but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me”
Vox x Fem! Overlord! Weapons Dealer! Reader | Stayed Gone
(A/n): IM BACCKKKK!!! Sorry this is kind rushed, but it was a really fun write!!! I’m promise I’ll get working on more requests but i’m gonna take it easy to slide back into writing after my little break! Thank you to all of those who supported me through this!! ❤️❤️
Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Vox is OOC, Cheating, Violence, Short (sorry :( )
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” (Y/n) said, throwing a wine glass across the room, particularly aiming at the TV who was caught in the act with a certain moth.
“(Y/n), babe, ‘ts not what it looks like I swear-“
“Oh really?” She said, a venomous lilt in her voice,”cause right now it looks like you’re getting screwed by your little business partner? Huh? Am I not right on the money sugar? Oh, but where’s that little sarcastic buzzer now?!”
Vox slipped his pants on, zipping up his fly while trying to walk towards (Y/n)
“I swear, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m..this isn’t…we’re not…”
“Save it.” She said,”This, us, is over. Our business deal is over. And if you even try to negotiate or give me some shitty excuse, this little turf you have will belong to my empire and become my next factory.”
Vox was left, standing here, shirt off and wrinkled pants on, watching as the love of his life took the bare necessities and walked out of his life, all while Valentino watched and smirked at the sight.
—————
7 Years Later
“THAT FUCKER IS BACK!!” Vox screamed, his fists slamming down on the table. A month before (Y/n) walked out, the infamous Radio Demon went MIA, and has now returned to the scene, alongside the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar.
“Yeah” Valentino said, in a sultry voice,”I thought he was gone for good too”
“It’s been seven years!” Vox huffed, turning away from the screen, missing a very crucial person who just walked outside to scope the situation of the attack on the hotel.
“You still pissed he almost beat you that time, right before your little angel walked out~?” Valentino teased, rubbing Vox’s digital cheek on his screen, causing a squeegee noise to be emitted
“Uh, fuck you!”
“Just saying!”
“Things have changed a lot since they both left town!”
“That’s for sure”
“I gotta send a message to who’s, really in charge of things now!!”
“Welcome home, I’m gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone! Say hello, to a new status quo. Everyone knows that there’s a brand new dawn, turn the TV ON!!!”
“Top of the hour, and we’re discussing a certain ‘has-been’ who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence! Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight’s program!”
“So the Radio Demon is back in town! Why’s he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well handily I’ve got good news, he’s a loser, a fossil, and I don’t mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward!”
“You can take that as gospel! Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I’m visual, he’s barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day, don’t listen to a word he’d say! I hope he had a nice vacay, but he should’ve STAYED AWAY!”
“While he rid in radio, we’ve pivoted to video! Now his medium is getting bloody rare!! Hell’s been better since he split! Where’s he been? Who gives a shit!”
“Salutations! Good to be back on the air~!” A familiar, static filled voice responded.
“Yes I know it’s been a while, since someone with style, treated Hell to a proper broadcast. Sinners rejoice!-“
“What a dated voice!-“
“Instead of a clout-chasing, mediocre video podcast-“
“C’mon!”
“Is Vox insecure? Perusing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?”
“Ignore his chirping!”
“Everyday he’s got a new format!”
“You’re looking at the future, he’s the shit that comes before that!”
“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He’d be powerless without the other Vees!”
“Oh please!”
“And here’s the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team! I said no, stole his girl, and now he’s pissy, that’s the tea!”
“WHAT?! YOU OLD-TIMEY P-PRICK, ILL SHOW YOU SUF-UF-FFERING!!!!”
“Uh oh, looks like the TV is buffering” A new voice said, mocking Vox’s breakdown. Except it wasn’t a “new” voice, it was (Y/n). (Y/n), with Alastor, at the Hazbin Hotel.”
“ILL DESTROY-Y YOUUUUUU”
“I’m afraid you’ve lost your signal” Alastor said, taking the mic back before finishing his number.
“Let’s begin~”
“I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone! Tune on in! When I’m done, your status quo will know it’s race is run! Oh this will be fun!”
Vox could hear Alastor laughing alongside (Y/n) in the background, as his monitors start to flash “no signal”
“FUCK!” He whines
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The gang was all downstairs, Charlie explaining what tomorrows fun activity would be when a loud banging was heard on the door.
“A NEW GUEST!!” Charlie squealed, stars in her pupils, as she ran to go open the door, only to be met with a very tall TV Overlord.
Alastor’s antlers shot out of his head while (Y/n)‘s weapons were at the ready.
“I come with no harm!” Vox said, raising his hands, before locking eyes with (Y/n). His digital eyes made little heart pupils before blinking them away, embarrassed.
“(Y/n)…” he breathlessly said,”I-I know you hate me…but please, I-“
“Save it Vox.”
“I wish I could explain to you that night, or even today, but I can’t! This….deal has my lips sealed shut my love-I mean (Y/n). I-I just…I cannot explain myself with this contract I have.”
“Wait” Angel Dust said,”You’re Valentino’s little situationship, right?”
“If that’s what you wanna call it….”
“Wait….oh shit” Angel said, walking over to him,”I…I know what it’s like…”
“I know…I see you around his studio…I’m not above owning souls, I have my own, but to work with him…? I’d…..I’d free you all in a heartbeat….”
“Vox?” (Y/n) said,”are you in some sort of deal with Val over your…body.”
Vox could only look at her, not able to give her any conformation.
“Oh Vox…I…I didn’t know…I-“
“I know dear…” Vox said, smiling sadly,”but you have a erm….partner, of sorts, not your finest option but whatever, now and I wouldn’t want to intervene-“
“Oh Alastor? Me and him aren’t in a relationship” (Y/n) replied,”You know him, Mr. Ace in the Hole!”
“A what now?-“
“Ohhhhh, that…that explains so much.” Vox said, looking at the Radio Demon.
“Vox…I-I think we need to go home, talk about this in private….after I squish a bug.”
“Okay…” Vox said, holding (Y/n)‘s hand,”but what about this hotel?”
“I’ll still work here, with everyone, I believe in the cause. I just didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Maybe I can….put some ads on if you’d like-“
“YES YES YES PLEASE THANK YOU MR. VOX SIR ID REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!” Charlie said, shaking Vox’s other hand,”IM CHARLIE!!”
Vox smiled, a genuine smile for the first time in a while,”Yeah, yeah I think I need to hang here a little more often…detox a little…”
“Good, I can’t have you stressed out too much, I just got you back.” (Y/n) said, rubbing his digital cheek affectionately,”my little trophy husband”
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“Unreal.” — Hong Joshua
#ver. – seungcheol
Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff! (slightly crack)
Warning: use of corny pick up lines, simp bf
Pairings: joshua x gn!reader(?), f!reader
Word count : 0.4k
[💿] : Butterflies by Straykids
★ note · kind of similar to the seungcheol's straight out of dreams one so let's consider it as shua ver. (ALSO PLS SEND ME UR SVT SCENARIOS BCZ IM REALLY RUNNING OUT OF THEM 😿🤞)
Yes, you and Joshua have been dating for five years now. Yes, you still give him butterflies. Oh, this man is so in love with you that he can drop everything else and be with you 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
In order to spend the rest of the day with you, he even ends practice with the members early. Not to mention that he has hundreds of dates scheduled, so you get to choose where you want to go. The beach? oh well, guess what? He does not give a damn if it is nighttime; you are still going to the beach, even if it's just for a stroll. A dinner date in a fancy restaurant? All set, he already reserved a table at the city's most elegant restaurant.
Even the bare minimum from you puts him on cloud nine. What did he do to deserve you? God, he gets butterflies just looking at your face. Even when you just adjust his collar before heading out to dinner, give him a quick glance to make sure he is comfortable, or even just smile at him, he is o.v.e.r.j.o.y.e.d.
When he arrives home and finds you cooking food, he literally melts. He can't wait for the day you actually become his life partner. and all he wants when he gets home from a hard day at work is your comforting kisses.
He gets butterflies whenever he sees you wearing beautiful outfits on a date. You are so stunningly beautiful, it drives him insane. In a matter of seconds, all it takes is one glance at him from you to make his cheeks as red as a tomato.
And to be honest, it's the same for you. Two love birds ready to die for each other? Perfect. It's like Romeo and Juliet, but in real life. He simps for you, and you simp for him. No, actually, he simps wayyy more than you.
If he could describe how you make him feel through a song, it would undoubtedly be 'Butterflies' by Straykids.
"Baby you got me feeling butterflies, butterflies, 'cause you're my only butterfly, butterfly." You cannot tell me this is not how he feels when he looks at you.
Pick-up lines like "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" may seem corny to some, but Shua finds them to be kinda real. He says it half-jokingly, but he also kind of means it. Not gonna lie, did it actually hurt when you fell from heaven? It's a genuine question because you are too good to be true, it's quite literally.
"Baby, can I ask you something?"
"Hm? Go on."
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
And, well, the silliest conversation happens. Though Shua finds these lines corny, he does have a thought about it because you are just unreal to him. You're perfect.
#seventeen imagine#svt fluff#seventeen scenarios#svt scenarios#seventeen oneshot#svt#seventeen#svt x reader#established relationship#fluff#joshua#joshua x reader#joshua fluff
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TALKING TO THE MOON
Hazbin Hotel
This fanfic is about Y/n helping Charlie and Y/n is a daughter of Michael.
The Higher Ups made another angel named Y/n she's pure, kind and cheerful. The seven virtues see Y/n happy that's their motivation, Y/n is their motivation for Michael the leader of the seven virtues he sees as her daughter.
One of the seven virtues teased Michael that he had a soft for Y/n. Michael was annoyed by this he looked away at Azrael and laughed. Azrael looked at the newborn angel he squished Y/n chubby cheeks. So the seven virtues educated you and became the right hand of Michael and his daughter, adopted daughter.
Time skip...
"Dad is it that demon souls and human souls are the same thing right?" Y/n questioned Michael and Michael slightly smiled.
"Demon souls and human souls are the same but they need to be judged and redeemed. I'm gonna meet... Lucifer" Michael said but last was bitter but sad "Did you miss him Dad?" Y/n asked him again if Michael was shocked by that question "Hey Dad, there's a new resident he's a sinner before named Sir Pentious" Y/n said "New resident, sinner?" Michael was stuttered by this as a demon, sinner has been redeemed for the first time.
"Y/n I want you to go down there and bring this message to the hotel" Michael ordered Y/n to go down the pit for hell. Y/n nodded as Michael prepared some portal of Hell. " Now what happens if you encounter a demon" Michael asked Y/n "Killing them and face the judgement" Y/ answered directly. Michael blinked but that's the answer or not "That's my girl" Michael was proud that she said that he teaches her good.
Hell
The hotel crews are currently rebuilding the hotel and singing "WILL BE FUCKIN' HAPPY DAY IN HELLLLLLL" as they ended the song the someone clapping it was an angel "THAT'S WAS AMAZING" The angel was Y/n sent by his father Michael.
The hotel crew was shocked and stunned after some exterminations happened "Oh.. right my name is Y/n daughter of Michael you can call me N/n or whatever you call me" Y/n said as she reached Charlie.
Charlie was surprised by this as their handshake and Lucifer heard that Michael's kid is here... IN HELL.
"So your questioning why I'm here just delivering some message" Y/n said as she saw drones she quint her eyes she snapped her fingers the drones were explode. She knew that drones belong to the overlords some kind of V's Azrael told her that some overlords are kinda quirky at souls.
In somewhere else...
Vox was shocked that all his drones were destroyed by some kind of angel he was angry at that angel.
In The Hotel...
"So you mean SIR PENTIOUS GOT REDEEMED!!" Charlie squealed and shook Y/n and she got dizzy by this "I'm sorry so sorry" Charlie apologized "It's ok but yep he got redeemed, my father and the seven virtues are here to help because some angel told us that the seven virtues didn't tell them something called..ex..exter" Y/n can't describe the words "You mean exterminations?" Vaggie said squint her eyes "Uh yes that" Y/n said and snapped her fingers she looked at her bag "Ok where is it, there's gonna be somewhere here." Y/n looked somewhere in her bag for something to give to Lucifer "One moment please". Y/n said as she finds the gift "Here Uncle Lucifer my father's gift from you" Y/n said as she gave to him.
Lucifer took the gift and was shocked that he had a gift from him, Michael his older brother.
Y/n make a circle like draw then portal opened "I'll see you...soon...hmm I don't know but byeee But be very careful you don't know that drones are spying do you." Y/n said as she flew to the portal.
" Ok what the fuck is she taking about some drone's" Husk complained. Alastor looked around see some drones got destroyed "Hmm... I think the V's are taking too far" Alastor grinned widely.
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Hyrule's resting bitch face champion for three decades and counting.
@scopophobia-polaris asked for some more details on this silly guy and I needed to post the redesign of his scars so I'm gonna ramble!
General "rules" I am using for the Bad Moon AU:
-You cannot change the future. If you saw the future, it happens. Maybe not to you, but it happens. Time travel either involves splitting timelines, temporal loops (see the song of storms), or two extremely similar timelines that collapse together (a dumb child goes to the past to plant beans). What does this mean for Termina? OH GOD OH GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TINY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
-If you turn into something, you will never entirely turn back.
-Two opposing wishes on the Tri Force will really fuck things up. Also, it happened. Bad Moon is about dealing with the fallout.
Tiny has a series of magic scars from his various transformations. Most of them are benign or beneficial due to Farore's blessing and the Fierce Deity's Mask's intervention, but not all. Believe it or not, this is me nerfing him, because I'm getting rid of all the Terminian masks except for the FD's mask, which gets broken.
-From the Deku mask he has ivy vines. Most are centered along his spine. He uses them to hold stuff. If he sleeps in fertile soil they will grow into the ground and he leaves weird plants that are sort of beholden to him all over the place. Gross. Anyways, remember how the Hero's Shade is covered in ivy? The "missing" eye is also more or less a Deku scrub's pitlike eye now, granting him low-light but otherwise mediocre vision in that eye.
-From the Goron mask he is disturbingly strong now. Most of Farore's blessed are pretty strong to begin with and now he's got Darmani's strength on top of that. His teeth are continuously growing and need to be worn down by grinding them on each other (because he's missing a tooth from that facial scar those teeth are maloccluded and grow all weird). It's definitely inspired by wrathful deity artwork though. He's also extremely resistant to heat. He got the white hair and scales on his shoulders/knees/elbows from Darmani too. Guess what part of his magic scarring the Hero of Twilight inherits!
-From the Zora mask he has some extremely strong scales on his forearms that can be used to defend himself. He can also make nasty electrical shocks, is very resistant to electrocution, is an extremely good swimmer (nowhere near as good as Mikau though), and can hold his breath for twenty minutes easily. His toes are webbed too.
-From the Giant's mask his height just kinda varies. His "true" height is over seven feet tall but it can vary between about 6"/15cm in either direction. He has some control over this but it's more related to his sense of security. He's at his smallest when he's the most insecure but like, that's still 6'10"/208 cm so he's still way too big. Lucky for him the magic also affects his clothes/armor but it takes some time so he just makes/buys things on the larger end and waits for them to shrink to his current size. The effect goes away when removed from his body. Is this so I don't have to be consistent? Yes.
-He turns into a puppy in the War of Eras when he's ten and Zant uses the twilight as a weapon. Specifically an epicyon puppy! A 100lb/45kg puppy! Medli will ride him! I just want to draw the biggest puppy in the world. He can still turn into the big ancient wolf, and thankfully it doesn't do too much to him (unlike Twilink) but his jaw attaches waaay further back than it ought to and he can open his mouth to a scary degree. It's probably influencing those big fangs too. Combined with the Goron bite strength and... yeah.
I'll probably change things because I'm just playing around with him, so don't be surprised when I do!
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𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 (𝟏𝟖+)
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Hyakunosuke Ogata x reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This fic is @dolcezzzza's summer horror event, The Cabin!
The title comes a Dum Dum Girls song which got its name from A Season in Hell by shitlord poet, Arthur Rimbaud. I'm not a fan, but each section of the fic starts with a line from his poem bc some of his prose kinda slaps.
[ SYNOPSIS ] The summer camp you're working at is being terrorized by a unseen force that is picking off your fellow counselors one by one.
[ WORD COUNT ] 15.3k
[ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, cliche summer camp slasher film AU, murder/character death, gore, alcohol (binge drinking), suicide, vaginal sex, size kink (his dick is girthy okay), strength kink, oral sex, rough sex, facefucking, exhibitionism, biting.
Baptism enslaved me
The past week had been a blur. You spent seven days running around in the heat, trying to make an inhospitable boy scout camp into something inspired. Breaking it in was your duty as your group was the first of the season. The trappings of a long, snowy winter and a violently wet spring lingered around the facilities. Your arms ached from clearing out fallen branches and musty piles of decayed leaves. Your clothes were constantly mottled with cobwebs and dust. Every night when you collapsed in your twin-sized cot you debated on running through the woods towards the highway seeking salvation in the form of a kind motorist.
That’s why you hoped you would spend your last child free morning in the comfort of your cabin. And yet there you sat, listening to the camp director droned on. You melted in the midday sun with your back against a tree, a pitiful attempt to shelter yourself under its leaves.
“I’m gonna die out here,” Shiraishi, your partner for the summer, moaned.
He too was slumped by the tree, his head hanging down limply. You flicked him in the shoulder with your thumb and forefinger.
“You can’t die. Mr. Tsurumi still hasn’t told us what group we have,” you whispered.
“I think you can handle them on your own.”
Sugimoto turned his attention towards the two of you. His cheeks flushed from sitting in the sun. He didn’t seem to mind bathing in its rays.
“Can you at least pretend to pay attention like me?”
His words barely registered. You couldn’t stop staring at his face. A dusting of tan freckles spread across the bridge of his nose, elevating his boyish looks. He was the only one who got cuter after a week of hard labor.
“Sure,” you said, mind still occupied with the slope of his nose.
“Unfortunately our lead counselor will not be joining us for the first couple days of camp.” The director wiped sweat away from his brow. “I’m sure all of you have heard about Yūsaku’s unfortunate… situation.”
“We heard alright,” Usami snickered.
Yūsaku had forgotten to reapply sunscreen and got scorched from head-to-toe. The golden boy’s pained groans persisted through the night as everyone attempted to sleep. Yellow blisters ballooned on his skin, marring his pristine complexion. You tried your best not to think about his affliction.
“But I know we will persevere in his absence. I have high hopes for this summer. Let’s make it a good one.” He smiled warmly. “The campers will be arriving in two hours. Your coordinators, Mr. Koito and Mr. Tsukishima, will have your rosters and itineraries for the week.”
Tsurumi said his goodbyes and strided away to his quarters. You stood up slowly, stretching your arms above your head.
“I feel… like we’re missing people,” you said, twisting your waist. “Where’s your partner?”
Sugimoto looked around and shrugged. He was paired with Ogata, easily one of the most enigmatic people you knew.
“Well there’s Tanigaki,” Shiraishi yawned. “Inkarmat’s with him too.”
Tanigaki’s burly form crested the hill. He looked ashamed, like a puppy three seconds from getting kicked down the stairs. Inkarmat followed close behind with a cooler expression. She looked refreshed and practically glowed.
“Did we miss anything important?”
Sugimoto looked at him with big, sad, wet eyes and sniffled. “Camp got canceled. We’re getting sent home with no pay.”
“And it’s all your fault, like specifically yours,” you said with a glare.
Shiraishi mirrored your expression. “Mr. Tsurumi said your name.”
Tanigaki’s eyes briefly widened before adopting a more stern state. You knew he bought it for a millisecond.
“Am I in trouble for anything?” Inkarmat asked, laughing. She was unflappable.
“No. You’re not being held accountable,” you replied.
“Just in time for Women’s History Month,” Shiraishi added cooly.
It was June and the last time you checked Women’s History Month was in March. Inkarmat snickered and grabbed Vasily by the wrist, dragging him off towards the mess hall. The idea of going inside sounded practically orgasmic. There was zero chance you could comprehend what activities were planned for the day if sweat continued to drip down your spine all the way to the crack of your ass.
“Let’s get our shit and go, like, sit down somewhere,” you said, tone somewhat urgent.
Shiraishi nodded in agreement and offered to deal with the coordinators. He could tell you were in no position to talk to upper management. You decided to wait rather than go off on your own even though your impatience was on the verge of having a body count. Luckily neither Mr. Koito or Mr. Tsukishima seemed particularly interested in speaking to him, or any of the counselors for that matter. You were so relieved
There was a collective sigh of relief once you reached the shade. You scanned your roster, familiarizing yourself with the names listed.
“Archery on Wednesday?” Sugimoto said, voice slightly concerned. “That sounds cool, but should we really be giving kids arrows?”
“What?! We don’t have archery. We have knife throwing. Well that explains all the knives…”
“That’s not all we’re doing is it?” you asked.
“One day we’re dissecting owl pellets—Oh wait, there’s archery.”
“Do you guys have judo on Tuesday?” Sugimoto asked hopefully.
“Yeah,” Shiraishi affirmed. “And then we have Russian immersion right after.”
“Russian immersion?” you asked.
“You know, the language,” Shiraishi clarified albeit for no reason as both you and Sugimoto knew Russian was in fact a language.
“We’re doing that too,” Sugimoto said, yawning. “And wagashi making.”
Other activities listed were: friendship bracelet making and various types of yarn-based projects, mushroom hunting, canoeing, swimming, hiking and giant shogi.
Peace had fallen over the three of you. All you could hear was lilting bird calls and a burbling stream. Just as you had grown accustomed to the wondrous sounds of nature, you heard the crushing of twigs and dry leaves.
“It’s a bear,” Shiraishi whispered.
“There are no bears around here,” you said.
“Even if there were bears, Mr. Tsurumi has a shotgun in his cabin,” Sugimoto chirped.
Shiraishi sighed in exasperation. “Great because that’ll definitely save us right now from getting eaten alive.”
Despite there being a lack of bears in the area every hair on your body bristled. What if you all fell victim to a vicious wild boar attack? You weren’t even sure if wild boars inhabited the area either, but logic didn’t matter. All you knew was you didn’t want to die at camp. You didn’t want to have your flesh ripped from your body by an overgrown, ugly hog or any animal to be honest. You were too young; there was so much you wanted to do in life, so much you needed to accomplish.
“Oh. It’s just Ogata,” Shiraishi said.
Sugimoto’s co-counselor emerged from the redwoods, his expression blank and unreadable. He didn’t react to Shiraishi saying his name. It was if he intended on strolling past without saying a word. Usually you found this type of behavior tiresome and obnoxious, but he made it alluring and charming in an absurd sort of way.
“Where are you going?” Sugimoto asked.
“To camp.”
Sugimoto went to speak, but you butted in.
“You should come sit with us! We got our schedules and everything! ” you blurted out.
Your face was burning. You assumed you would’ve been smoother with your approach. Your fumble didn’t seem to phase Ogata as he took a seat right next to you, leaving zero space in between. Sugimoto was left alone on the other side of the picnic table.
“Did I miss anything important?” he asked.
Sugimoto wordlessly slid their group’s information across the table. Ogata looked it over.
“Mushroom hunting,” Ogata muttered as he ran his hand over his undercut, trying to smooth down a rogue lock of hair. “Hm. We’ll have to make sure the kids don’t pick anything toxic.”
Shiraishi groaned. “I figured everything out there would be safe to eat.”
“Wh—what do you mean out there? It’s the woods. Do you think Mr. Tsurumi combed through the entirety of it to make sure every little growth out there isn’t toxic?” you asked.
You found yourself compelled to say as many words as possible to make your presence known even if it was at the expense of your partner. It was shameful, but it was an unstoppable compulsion. Ogata’s presence implored you to take up more space. You laughed louder than you normally would. You smiled when your expression would otherwise be one of indifference. You said the things you would otherwise be too lazy to. Anything to get his attention even if just for a passing moment.
Ogata chuckled and your heart sang.
“I don’t know! Now we’re gonna have to watch them like hawks.”
“Our job is to supervise them,” Sugimoto chided.
“Excuse me for not wanting to do my job,” your partner grumbled.
You wondered how feasible it would be to get assigned a new co-counselor. Shiraishi wasn’t unlikable; you got along well enough. But you had a feeling most of the heavy lifting would fall on you.
Shiraishi rested his chin on his hand. “I just hope our kids aren’t assholes.”
“They will be. That’s just how kids are,” you laughed.
“Not if you scare them into submission.”
“Nope. Not happening. Not a chance,” Sugimoto said, demolishing Ogata’s suggestion.
“As long as we all set expectations early it shouldn’t be too bad. They just need to know what to expect from us. Kids are sedated by consistency.”
“Sedated?” Ogata asked with a smirk.
His voice, rich and gruff, reverberated throughout your body. It seeped through your skin, deep into your bones, saturating your thoughts with unseemly things. Your eyes went to his hands, something you always found attractive, only to be mildly disgusted by his dirty fingernails.
You tried to shake it off. “Domesticated. Placated. Basically they won’t act like monsters.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied coolly.
“We should start getting ready,” Sugimoto said.
“I guess,” Shiraishi yawned.
You slapped him on the back. “You can’t be tired yet.”
Your partner whined that he was within his right to be tired which didn’t matter one way or another to you. It was going to be a long day; you could feel it. But not all hope was lost. If you were able to get within close range of Ogata it would be more than worth it.
The horror of my stupidity
The first day went perfectly. Your group consisted of six rambunctious, but generally well-behaved ten-year-olds. Shiraishi managed to overcome his lackadaisical leanings and took a hands-on role, but still deferred to you. You didn’t mind leading so long as he wrangled the more unruly kids. His commitment set you at ease.
The next morning was a quiet one. The kids were usually placid at first. Their cautiousness proved useful while foraging for mushrooms. They kept their hands to themselves and none of them ate anything deadly. The only unsettling thing was Tsurumi’s gleeful reaction whenever a destroying angel popped up.
“Mr. Tsurumi, would you poop your pants if you ate one?” a camper asked thoughtfully.
His dark eyes lit up and he gave the child a toothy grin.
“Why yes! Diarrhea and excruciating cramps are the first symptoms of alpha-Amanitin poisoning.”
Another camper pointed out what they thought was a wild carrot only to be told by an ecstatic Tsurumi that it was actually hemlock. The kids were riveted as he detailed the horrific symptoms of hemlock poisoning. Their horrified gasps when he told them there was no antidote seemed to thrill him.
Upon returning to camp it became clear that all was not well. Shiraishi was the first to notice the white sheet draped over a humanoid shape. It was partially obscured by one of the cabins. Tsurumi’s jovial facade gave way to flat expression and he sprinted off towards the disturbing scene.
“Hey,” you whispered, tapping Sugimoto on the shoulder. “Can you guys take the kids? I’m, uh, gonna be nosy.”
Your partner stood erect beside you. “Me too.”
“No,” you hissed. Shiraishi didn’t budge. “Someone has to be with our group.”
“Why not you then?”
“Be—because I was… I was… okay. Listen—”
“It’s fine. I got it,” Sugimoto sighed. “I wanna know all the details though. If you skimp, I’ll never forgive either of you.”
Ogata cleared his throat. He herded the campers away from whatever was shrouded under the white sheet. They were all clamoring around him, wondering when they’d get to eat fruit snacks. One was crawling up his leg and another was attempting to tie his shoes together. It made your stomach flutter seeing him be so patient with them.
Sugimoto took the hint and headed towards his partner and the gaggle of children, but he stopped midway to reiterate that he wanted all the details much to Ogata’s annoyance.
Once they were out of sight you and Shiraishi crept closer to and saw Nurse Kano kneeling beside what you assumed was a corpse. She lifted the sheet and studied what was under it, her expression a twisted combination of enthrallment and disgust. She stood up slowly.
“He’s dead.”
“We should call the paramedics then,” Tsukishima said.
Koito looked perplexed. “But he’s already dead. Shouldn’t we call the coroner?”
“You can’t just call up the coroner,” Tsukishima sighed.
Tsurumi squatted by the body and lifted the sheet. The director’s curiosity gave you a perfect view.
It was Tanigaki. His face was pale, eyes wide and cloudy. His lips and chin were crusted over with banana yellow bile. A desperate cry got caught in your throat. You wanted to look away and go back to your kids. But you were frozen, lost in Tanigaki’s lifeless gaze.
“Tanigaki,” you croaked.
Tsurumi’s eyes darted in your direction before returning to Tanigaki’s body.
“Otonoshin, go call 9-1-1,” he said calmly.
Koito rushed off to make the call. Tsurumi lowered the sheet. You couldn’t believe that you’d never see Tanigaki again, that he was gone for good. You hadn’t known him long, but you grew very fond of him.
“He can’t… This isn’t happening…”
You struggled to find the words. Seeing the outline of his face under the sheet radiated a finality that ripped your soul from your body.
“I wonder what happened,” he mumbled as you both walked away. “He looked…”
“I—I can’t think about that right now. I don’t wanna think about that right now.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
You wiped your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Let’s hike to the lake or something. I don’t know.”
There was a sense of relief when you spotted the campers. You couldn’t help but smile when they broke out into a cacophony of questions regarding your whereabouts. In the midst of the excitement one camper launched a fruit snack at Shiraishi’s eye.
“You pull something like that again and I’m sending you to Mr. Tsukishima,” Ogata rumbled.
“Anyway,” Shiraishi said. “Who wants to hike up to the lake? Maybe race some canoes?”
The campers cheered and bolted in the direction of Tanigaki’s body. You and Sugimoto chased after them but they scattered like roaches. You could only stop so many of them.
“Hey! Were any of you dismissed?!”
Ogata’s voice cut through them and they immediately made their way back, heads hanging. You hadn’t expected him to be so firm with the campers. He was kind of withdrawn around the other counselors, or at the very least opaque. He mostly kept to himself though his brother was usually fluttering around him. You felt like you barely knew Ogata despite spending time with him, whereas Shiraishi and his oversharing made him feel more like an old friend or a weird cousin. As frustrating as it was, the mysterious haze that obscured Ogata drew you in. You wanted to know more about him, to pry open his soul and study its contents.
“You all owe your counselors an apology.” Ogata’s sharp gaze turned to the kid that hit Shiraishi with a fruit snack. “You especially.”
The kid looked terrified and quickly mumbled an apology. The rest of the campers groaned “we’re sorry” in unison. With the apologies out of the way the four of you prepared them for their hike.
“Look! More hemlock!” one the kids exclaimed. She knelt beside the plant, her face inches from its toxic, white flowers.
“Don’t get too close to it,” Sugimoto said, his voice like that of a concerned mother.
You could barely focus, but the camper was in your group so you felt compelled to try. “Or just don’t go around it at all. Leave it alone.”
“I’m just looking!”
“Looking that close is enough to kill,” Ogata said over his shoulder. “If you inhale the fumes, you're dead.”
This seemed to quell any remnants of curiosity. The campers spent the rest of the hike spotting mushrooms and imitating Tsurumi’s passionate infodumping. The word “creepy” was thrown around liberally. You chastised them for being disrespectful, but you agreed. His behavior made you uncomfortable, especially in the wake of Tanigaki’s mysterious death.
The lake was calm, the serenity of the scene much needed.
“Look!” a camper called out.
You thought it was cute that they were just as pleased to see the lake as you were. However something was riling them up as they made their way down to the shore. Some ran right back up the hill. Their faces paled, their eyes ripe with fear.
“Saichi, Saichi!!” one said, latching onto his arm. “Look!!”
Sugimoto crested the hill and looked down.
“Oh shit,” he said. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
“Stop swearing around the kids,” Ogata sighed as he joined his co-counselor to survey the situation. “Shit.”
“What is it?” you and Shiraishi shouted.
“Everyone away from the lake!” Ogata called out.
The kids bounded up the hill and cowered beside you, clinging to you for comfort.
“You guys, what is it?” you repeated, patting a camper on the head. “Is it something gross?”
“You could say that,” one piped up.
Sugimoto and Ogata turned to face you, but they seemed unable to speak. You freed yourself from the kids and walked towards them. Your absence caused them to swarm Shiraishi.
“It’s a body!” one shrieked.
“Um, it’s a lady!” one replied in a bratty tone.
Each step felt heavier than the last. Your body was screaming for you to turn around, but you couldn’t. You felt sick to your stomach. Kids made up stories all the time. They played pranks. Maybe they were lying.
“Is she going to be okay?”
“Maybe she’s just sleeping.”
“What are you? Dumb? She’s dead!”
Their voices were all melding into one. Everything began to blur. You knew what was coming. You knew what you were going to see. And yet you kept walking.
It was Inkarmat.
“Shi… Shiraishi. Take the ki…”
You forced yourself to look at the water, trying to ignore her putrefied remains. You leached away its calmness like a parasite. The tranquility you attempted to foster only did so much. You still felt like garbage, like you could vomit at any second.
“What is it?!” Shiraishi shouted back. “And,” he groaned, “I can’t take them all by myself!”
He was right. Being responsible for twelve disturbed children in the woods with terrible cell reception was asking for trouble, but you were too stunned to think up a plan of action.
“Ogata and I will be in the front. You and Shiraishi take the back. I’ll tell Tsurumi when we get back to camp.”
You nodded and started walking back to the group with Sugimoto. Tears welled up in your eyes as you made eye contact with a terrified camper.
“Hey! Ogata!”
He was still on the hill, staring down into the lake
“We have to go!” Sugimoto bellowed.
Ogata didn’t budge, and Sugimoto did not have the time for such antics.
“I’ll wait for him,” you said, wiping away your tears. “I don’t want the kids to see me like this anyway.”
“It wouldn’t kill them to see that you’re human,” Sugimoto said, trapping you in his gaze.
You sniffled. “Gross.”
Sugimoto didn’t have time for whatever was going on with you either. You couldn’t blame him. The kids had to take precedence. All you needed was two minutes to collect yourself and you’d be a functioning camp counselor again.
Ogata was still frozen in time. Everything was so still you didn’t want to speak, let alone move. You felt like the sound of a twig snapping beneath your feet could send the world into chaos.
“Hyakunosuke.” Your voice was soft, any louder and it would waiver.
Your legs shook as you made your way up the hill next to him. You made a conscious effort to keep your eyes on Ogata, nowhere else. You let yourself get lost in him and studied his face. You were curious about his symmetrical scars and how he got them.
“You’re not traumatized by this?” Ogata finally asked.
You thought about Tanigaki.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” he said, pointing at Inkarmat’s bloated corpse.
“Why are you asking?”
“I dunno. Curious I guess.”
Your mind went blank, but you kept speaking. “I’m… upset obviously. But I don’t want the kids to know… so… I’m—I am gonna pretend none of this ever happened and get through the week in one piece hopefully.”
“I know you can do it.”
His support did little to soothe you.
“I saw Tanigaki earlier. I saw his face. It was… He had puked all over himself and it just was so sad, like so undignified.” Ogata snorted, but you were too frazzled to comprehend it at the time. “And now that’s how I’m going to fucking remember him?” You tried to take some measured breaths. “Like was he in pain? Was he scared? Did he call out to any of us? Did he die, like, knowing we cared about him? Or did he just fucking lie in the dirt for hours, wondering why none of us came to help him?”
“Where was he?”
“His cabin. It kinda looked like he was leaving, or maybe he was going back in. He was on his back though.”
You couldn’t say anything more. You needed as much distance from the memory as possible. If Ogata wanted to know more, he would have to badger Shiraishi.
“Let’s go,” he said suddenly. “They’ll probably have to ask us a bunch of questions.”
“They? Who—”
“Maybe Tsurumi. Or his two guard dogs. Or the police. If we’re lucky maybe it’ll be all of them.”
Your bones were turning into dust, your body buckling under its own weight. You saw far too much today and said too much about it.
“Are you going to be alright?” he asked.
“I can’t move.”
You knew that in theory you could manipulate your body in such a way that would create distance between you and what remained of Inkarmat. You were practically screaming at yourself to go back to the group and embody Shiraishi’s laid back nature. But your fear was intangible, unforeseen, and there was no escaping it.
“Get on my back.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll carry you,” he said, readying himself to give you a piggyback ride.
“Are you sure?”
“Probably.”
You felt bad for giggling, considering you weren’t far from a corpse, but the lightness of it set you free. You hopped on his back and made your way through the woods, following the shrill voices of your campers.
“I’m going to need a drink after today,” Ogata grumbled.
“What do you mean a drink? I need an entire fifth to myself with one of those sport caps they have on water bottles screwed on top.”
“I can make that happen.”
Ogata said it with such ease. He was becoming the perfect distraction, a comforting beacon in a sea of blood and vomit.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am
You and your fellow counselors decided a night of binge drinking was needed to cope with the day’s horrifying events. Everyone traded stories. Yūsaku joined the party, finally able to walk upright without yelping in pain. He was blindsided by what happened.
“So that’s it? They’re dead?” he asked, face flushed from his sunburn and the copious amounts of watery American-style lager he was drinking.
You took a sip from a bottle of tequila. Ogata managed to screw a sports cap on top making your dream a reality.
“I don’t know. I mean, yeah. They’re dead. That’s for sure.” The alcohol had softened the blow of seeing both of their bodies. “Seeing Tanigaki fucked me up… Not that Inkarmat didn’t… It’s just, like, his was the first I saw, y’know?”
“You always remember your first,” Usami said as he wandered into the woods to relieve himself.
Yūsaku shivered and you washed away Usami’s words with an amnesia seeking gulp of tequila.
“Sucks for you though. You’re gonna have to pick up the slack.”
“I don’t mind. It’s what I signed up for,” he beamed. “The kids really liked Inkarmat though. I have some big shoes to fill.”
“I think you’ll be a hit. They might try to peel off loose pieces of your skin though.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take for the good of the camp!” he cheered.
“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.
“In a bad way?” he said, batting his long eyelashes.
You thought he was a total dork, but his optimism was infectious. Or maybe it was just your intoxicated mind being more open to suggestion. After having such a horrendous day it was nice to indulge in someone else’s dream. You knew deep down that there was no way camp would go on as planned, but it was easier to pretend that Yūsaku’s drive would be enough to pull everyone through.
“No, no,” you said, patting him on the head. “It’s fine. You’re fine.”
Out of the corner of you watched Ogata emerge from the woods and sit on the ground right next to the campfire. He held his hands to the fire. You watched as he closed his eyes, his body relaxing, shoulders lowered.
“You’re so nice” Yūsaku said, giving you a bear hug and lifting you off the ground.
It caught Ogata’s attention and he narrowed his eyes as his half-brother spun you around.
“Yū—Yūsaku, I’m getting dizzy.”
He blushed and apologized. Once your feet were on the ground you joined Ogata by the fire.
“How’s the bottle been working out for you?”
“Amazing,” you said, taking another drink. “Are you cold?” You scooted closer to him. “Where’d your jacket go?���
“I’m not sure. Why all the questions?”
You didn’t think two questions were considered a lot. “No reason.”
You hadn’t thought this conversation through. You were stumped and floundering. You should have known better to attempt to flirt while drunk. Your chance was slipping through your fingers and it made you ill. You needed something good to happen, something exciting. You needed Ogata to figure out that you were charming and interesting and most importantly fuckable.
He closed the gap and leaned against you.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Maybe. I… I have no idea honestly. I don’t know how I feel. Sometimes it’s like,” you took a sip of tequila, “I feel freaked the fuck out. But then sometimes I feel abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Like right now. It feels like it didn’t even happen. Are you okay?”
“I am. I only knew them for a week so they didn’t matter much.” His comments were so callous. “Don’t get me wrong. They were nice people, but that’s all they were to me.”
“Nice people,” you repeated.
“Yeah. Nice people.”
“Would you be sad if I died?”
He stared into the fire. “Maybe. Our groups get paired together for activities.”
“What does that mean?!”
“I’m around you a lot. Your absence wouldn’t go unnoticed,” he said with a smirk.
Your cheeks flared up and found it increasingly harder to hold it together. You regretted all the tequila. Spit was pooling in your mouth.
“Yeah, well. Of course it would. I’m, like, fucking… yeah,” you said, eyes half-lidded.
He chuckled. “Exactly.”
“I think the kids and the—their, uh, inarticulateness is rubbing, you know, off.”
“Oh yeah, that’s it. It’s definitely not because your blood is 90 proof.”
“You want some of it?”
You gave him a sloppy wink. His dark eyes widened, his eyebrows raised. It was the first time you had ever seen him so flustered.
“I—” he stuttered.
“Hey,” Shiraishi barked. “You guys seen Vasily?”
Ogata resumed his usual hard to read demeanor. You wanted to break the bottle in your hand and gut Shiraishi with it.
“Uhhhhh… Not like recently. I thought he was with you and Sugimoto,” you replied politely through a clenched jaw.
“We thought he was with you.”
“He could’ve went to bed early,” Ogata suggested.
“Hmmm yeah. I wouldn’t blame him,” you said.
“We should do that,” Shiraishi said, pointing at you. “We have target shooting at seven in the morning.”
You groaned. He was right, a good night’s rest was necessary. It killed you to say good night to Ogata, but there was always tomorrow. You didn’t need to rush things.
I looked on the disorder of my mind as sacred
You woke up the next morning with a persistent ache near your temples. You rolled out of bed and dug around your suitcase for some ibuprofen. You grabbed four and choked them down with room temperature water. It felt thick as it made its way down your throat. The sun was just starting to rise, the sky a dreamy shade of lavender.
It was weird to wake up alone. You hoped that it would be easier the second time around, but Inkarmat’s absence weighed heavy on you. You couldn’t figure out how she made it to the lake. The last time you saw her she said that she was going to fuck Tanigaki and to cover her ass if needed. She must have gotten lost on her way back from wherever it was she met him. Maybe she took a wrong turn and fell. Or maybe Tsurumi had something to do with it.
“Good morning!!”
Shiraishi’s cheery voice cut through your thoughts. You got up and let him in.
“Tsk, tsk. Still in your pajamas. What am I gonna do with you?”
He handed you an enamel mug full of coffee.
“Tsurumi wants to talk to us in an hour. I ran into him when I was going to take a piss.”
“Did he seem worried?”
“Not really.”
“Weird… I think he has something to do with it. He killed Tanigaki for sure and he probably killed Inkarmat too.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I think Tsurumi poisoned him with hemlock. What we saw lines up with the symptoms he told us when we went mushroom foraging.” Shiraishi didn’t look convinced. “Like do you think this is all a coincidence?”
“Why would he kill him though?”
“People kill without motives all the time.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Seriously? He’s a creep. Who else would it be?”
“I don’t think it’s a person,” he whispered suddenly. His eyes shifted from left to right. “I think this place is haunted.”
“Oh yeah? Did Inkarmat read some passages out of the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis? Did she release the Deadites? Or maybe the soul of a drowned ex-camper is wandering the woods and picking us off one by one.”
Shiraishi was an idiot. There was no way the camp was haunted. You kicked him out and got dressed. You felt like you were moving in slow motion. You didn’t want to have some group discussion about what happened the day before. You wanted to put it in the past and focus on the kids and their activities. You wanted to finally have a canoe race.
When you walked into the mess hall it was dead silent. You took a seat next to Ogata much to the disappointment of Shiraishi and Sugimoto. There was an empty seat in between them.
“Where’s everyone?” you asked.
“No one’s seen Vasily or Usami since last night. And Koito’s with the kids. We’re just waiting on Tsurumi.”
“What about Nurse Kano?”
“I dunno…”
“Sorry I’m late!” Yūsaku said breathily. His hair was wet and his clothes were haphazardly thrown on.
“We haven’t even started yet,” Ogata groaned. “Sit down.”
Five minutes later Tsurumi came in with Tsukishima following behind like a shadow. He looked tired. His normally neat hair was askew, several strands of hair grazing his face, and his clothes were wrinkled.
“There’s no easy way to begin this discussion. We’re down four counselors. Genjirō and Inkarmat are dead, and apparently some of you are missing. That means there are twelve campers without any supervision.” He pointed at Yūsaku. “Yūsaku, you’re their counselor now. We’re also down a nurse. I received a note this morning from Nurse Kano saying, ‘I’m done with this shit. You’re not paying me enough and if I see you again I’m going to skin you alive.’ Needless to say, I would appreciate it if we kept any and all injuries to a minimum.”
Shiraishi raised his hand. “What if there’s an accident?”
“There won’t be any accidents!”
It was the first time any of you heard Tsurumi raise his voice. He took a deep breath and continued speaking, his tone even.
“The police have been informed about the disappearances. They said,” he sighed, “they’ll keep in touch.”
Sugimoto’s hand shot up. “Mr. Tsurumi, I have a question.”
“Yes, Saichi.”
“Shouldn’t we cancel our activities today and go look for Vasily and Usami?”
“I see no reason to punish innocent children for our failings.”
“Aww,” Shiraishi said quietly. “That’s so sweet.”
“It’s best to leave this up to the authorities. The last thing I want is for one of you to get hurt. We’re short staffed as it is,” Tsurumi said before ending the meeting.
The campers were full of questions, but overall the day was peaceful. Target shooting went well, and the kids loved learning Russian. Whenever Tsukishima wasn’t paying attention Ogata would teach them a few swear words. They lived for it, laughing like hyenas as Tsukishima tried to figure out what was so funny. Things felt kind of normal.
Sugimoto was the one to finally suggest going on a night hike after dinner. He thought Tsurumi was stupid for not utilizing everyone in the search, and it weighed on his mind all day.
“I can’t believe the cops didn’t show up,” he said, turning on his flashlight.
“That’s illegal, right?” Shiraishi asked.
Ogata yawned. “It might be, but they don’t care.”
“Whatever,” Sugimoto said dismissively. “I’ll probably regret saying this, but I think we should split up. We’ll cover more ground.”
“I’ll go with Ogata,” you blurted out.
Sugimoto’s millisecond of confused silence opened a window for Ogata to direct the hastily thrown together operation.
“We'll go further up the mountain and check the trails. You guys stay at this elevation and search the woods. I’m sure they got lost. I’d say let’s bet on it, but I know you’re all broke.”
Shiraishi nodded, but Sugimoto looked annoyed beyond belief. You watched as they melted away into the darkness eagerly awaiting your alone time with Ogata.
“It’s better if we both have one,” he said, handing you a flashlight. “You said my name pretty fast back there.”
Your palms began to sweat. You had been too eager.
“I don’t know,” you said, pushing a low hanging branch out of your face. “Shiraishi’s been getting on my nerves.”
You cringed at your lie. Hopefully Ogata would deem it inconsequential and forget you ever said it.
“Is he really that bad?”
“Uh, well, you know… He—sometimes it’s like he’s just so obnoxious.”
“He is pretty annoying. I don’t know how you put up with him.”
“I’m, um, just really good at tolerating people. It’s hard though.”
“You’re good at hiding it.”
You were good at hiding it because you loved having Shiraishi as a partner.
“Thank you.”
“It’s too bad we weren’t paired together. Sugimoto’s an asshole,” he sighed.
The two of you walked cautiously down the trail. You grew more and more nervous as it got steeper. Every twig felt like a landmine. You kept your eyes on the ground. It proved to be a terrible idea because you ended up walking right into Ogata. He fell forward, dropping his flashlight.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” you said, cradling him in your arms.
He looked up at you. His forehead and his arms were covered in swaths of raw skin and blood. He tried to get up, but only managed to roll onto the ground. You pulled off your sweatshirt and put it under his head as a makeshift pillow.
You dug through your backpack for your first aid kit. It was nearly empty already because your group of campers loved skinning their knees. You found a few alcohol wipes and some gauze. You wanted to punch your past self for not refilling it, but now wasn’t the time for self-flagellation.
“It’s gonna sting.”
“I’m not a child. You don’t need to remind me.”
“Damn, okay,” you said, cleaning the wound on his head.
“Sorry…” he mumbled.
It was just a superficial scrape, but of course the urge to spiral was present. Despite your attempts to be optimistic your mind went to the worst places.
I gave him a traumatic brain injury. I cracked his beautiful skull. I killed him and Mr. Tsurumi is going to be so fucking mad at me!
“No. I’m sorry. I’m the idiot that made you fall.”
“Good point. I take back my apology.”
You slapped an alcohol wipe on one of the cuts on his arm. His pained groan was like an angel singing your name.
“What day is it?” you asked, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs.
“June 8th.”
“What’s the time?”
He paused. “I don’t know. It was around 10 when we left.”
“Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Sleepy?”
“No.”
“Do you remember what ha—”
“You shoved me and I fell.”
“Shove makes it seem like it was intentional.”
“It was.”
“No it was not.”
He sat up. “Yes it was. You shoved me because you have a huge crush on me and you can’t stand it.”
“You definitely damaged your brain. Like, you’re so unwell right now. It’s sick.”
He laughed. “Don’t deny it. You can be honest with me.”
“I was looking at the ground! There were exposed roots!”
He pulled his arm away from you and grabbed you by the jaw. “If that’s all it was, why do you look nervous?”
“That’s just my face.”
“It’s a cute one.”
You panicked and tried to think of a cool, couth response, but nothing came. You just sat there, brain filled with white noise. The air was heavy; you felt like you were choking. You kept your breathing steady, but it was a herculean effort. All your energy was going into keeping yourself in one piece. The longer those four words sank in, the harder it was to retain your humanity.
It’s a cute one. It’s a cute one. It’s a cute one.
Your hesitation evaporated and you clumsily kissed him. Despite his words he seemed unimpressed with your agency, giving nothing in return. And in turn you felt nothing. It was like you were holding him hostage rather than sweeping him off his feet.
“Um, we should… go back to camp.”
The relief you felt upon finding Sugimoto and Shiraishi was immense. However your fellow counselors remained missing. You couldn’t help but feel like you were hunting for ghosts.
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul
Much to the chagrin of Shiraishi, Tsurumi asked you to help Yūsaku and his twelve campers. It wasn’t ideal. Managing kids you weren’t familiar with was rough. They tested you left and right. They relished in lying about their names, snickering when you’d try to chastise them. They seemed to have a modicum of respect for Yūsaku though.
“How’s it going?” Shiraishi asked during your lunch.
“It’s—”
“Well I’m having a terrible time. These kids hate me. They keep asking when you’re coming back.”
You laughed. “Did you tell them never? Because I don’t see Tsurumi letting the golden boy stuck with a bunch of kids on his own.”
“It’s not like he needs you! I’m dying out there!”
“You have Sugimoto.” You sighed. “And Ogata.”
“They’re barely any help. Sugimoto’s too busy trying to solve a murder mystery like he’s Columbo. And Ogata’s too busy being his weird self. I think he’s pissed off at Hanazawa.”
You cocked an eyebrow.
“I don’t know why. Maybe he’s jealous that Hanazawa is—”
“Working with me?” you asked, your eyes full of stars.
“Psh. No. Part of me thinks Ogata just wants to be Tsurumi’s pet.”
“Oh. No yeah, you’re right.” You stared off into space. “He totally wants to be the golden boy.”
“You’re both wrong.” Ogata silently took a seat next to Shiraishi. Your head was swimming. “I just hate being here.”
“Then why glare at your brother?” Shiraishi asked haughtily.
“Are you an only child, Shiraishi?”
“Probably.”
Ogata smirked and changed the subject. “How is working with him?”
His tone wasn’t threatening, but the flatness of his gaze made you feel like you were being interrogated.
“It’s fine!” you exclaimed a bit too hurriedly. You tried to save face by tempering your tone to match the coolness of Ogata’s. “I mean, yeah, like, it’s okay. The kids like him, which is good because they can’t stand me. I don’t mind him, you know, taking the lead. He is the lead counselor.”
“It looked like he was doing all the work.”
His words were a wasp’s sting.
“You’d be stupid not to take advantage of that dork,” Shiraishi said in an attempt to bandage your wound.
“I’m not taking advantage of him.”
“Shiraishi has a point.”
“No he does not!”
“You can admit it,” Ogata teased.
“There’s nothing to admit. What am I supposed to admit?”
He paused.
“You know you hate being here just as much as everyone else.”
You glared at Ogata. “If I hated being here, I would leave.”
“Sure you would.”
“Yeah! Exactly. I would.”
Shiraishi scurried away awkwardly, though to be honest you barely noticed.
“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “How can you be so sure of something like that?”
“Because—because I know myself? This isn’t, like, some hypothetical thing. If I didn’t want to be here, I would leave. But I’m invested in whatever the fuck is going on… And I like my kids! I care about them! Okay, not the ones I have right now. Honestly fuck those ki—oh god.”
Ogata was trying to hold back a laugh. “Child hater.”
“I don’t hate kids! Even kids that are little shits. I’m just…” You carefully chose your words. “Not fond of some.” You regained your conviction. “Regardless it’s not like I could ever leave any of them behind.”
“It’s so funny.”
You tilted your head, awaiting an elaboration.
“You all say the same thing. The way you say it is different, but—”
“What are you talking about?”
He stood up and patted you on the head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
You thought about chasing after him, but there was only ten minutes left of your lunch and you hadn’t even touched your food. You choked it down and searched for Yūsaku. You found him sitting in the grass, telling the kids one of his numerous summer camp tales.
“And that’s how I learned you should never eat mud.”
You joined their circle. “How was the jigen-ryū class?”
“Boring,” one chirped.
“Lame,” another admitted.
“I hate Mr. Koito.” one said bluntly. “Why does he scream so much?”
Yūsaku nervously chastised the kids.
You giggled. “That’s a great question. But I have an even better one: who wants to have a canoe race?”
The kids were eager for normalcy, typical summer fun, and you couldn’t blame them. You sought it yourself. Anything to shake off your conversation with Ogata. You felt like it poked holes in your brain. You hoped in utter desperation that the laughter of children and the afternoon sunlight dancing across Yūsaku’s precious face would fill them.
And for a brief moment they did. But Ogata remained a looming presence. He was so distracting you came dead last in the race. Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything other than him watching from a distance like a hunter.
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned
You went to bed early that night though you failed to drift away. You were in a fetal position, snuggled up in your sleeping bag, looking up at the Milky Way through your window for hours. You couldn’t get Ogata out of your mind.
“Idiot,” you murmured as you flipped over onto your back, not sure if you were calling him an idiot or yourself.
You stretched out and took up every inch of your bed. Your joints popped, the satisfaction from the sound soothed your soul. There was the chance this was as worse as it would get. Yes, people were dropping like flies, disappearing mysteriously. Yes, the camp director was a blatant freak. Yes, Ogata was fucking with your head. But the canoe race was normal! It was benign and expected! Those moments were few and far between so far. Maybe this was a good omen, a sneak peak of the placidity that was going to follow.
Pretending to be optimistic successfully lulled you to sleep. But rapid, and somehow pathetic, pounding on your cabin door ripped you from your slumber. You groaned audibly, hoping whoever was in desperate need of your attention would feel a semblance of shame. You got out of bed at a sloth’s pace and sighed before opening the door.
“Are you busy?” Ogata asked.
“I was sleeping.”
He gently pushed you out of the way and entered the cabin, a stiffness and urgency embodied in the swift movement. Your grip on consciousness was tenuous at best so you didn’t protest.
“Everything, uh, good?” you asked.
“If I said I wanted to apologize, would you believe me?”
You scoffed. “Not after asking me that.”
He sat down on your bed, and you struggled to hide your disgust. You couldn’t stop thinking about the fetid remnants of the woods that lingered on his sweatpants. Having him take them off crossed your mind.
“Well I am.”
“You’re what?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it… All the stuff I said.”
“You sure about that?”
He attempted to smooth down a strand of his hair. A hoarse mhm resonated in his throat.
“You’re so easy to rile up. I couldn’t resist.”
“Well,” you groaned. “Thanks. I guess.”
You figured he’d get up and leave, but instead his presence lingered, growing heavier by the second. His eyes were restless, his body tense.
“Do you mind if I stay the night?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the floor.
It was such an abrupt question. All you could do was choke out an affirmation. You knew kicking him out was the smart thing to do, but his perceived permanence on your bed overwhelmed you. The rational voice in your head grew fainter, your lust forcing its way through your papery veil of self-preservation. You were nothing more than your repressed urges.
“Are you sure?”
Dumb question. You’d never been so sure of something in your life. You couldn’t recall any form of previous trepidation though you weren’t trying particularly hard to do so.
“Yeah,” you answered, sitting beside him.
You leaned in. His sweatshirt smelled like wet leaves and copper. You used his thigh to steady yourself. He turned his head, his dark eyes looking through you. It was unnerving, but not enough to trigger common sense.
“Aren’t you hot?” you asked, laughing as the question tumbled from your mouth. His answer didn’t matter. “You’re making me sweat.”
You tugged at his sweatshirt. It felt dirty, heavy with sweat and earth. He took it off without a stitch of hesitation. Your eyes trailed down his arms, longing for them to be wrapped around you. It was the only way you’d make it through the night.
“I run cold,” he practically purred.
Cliche comments ran through your head.
That’s so funny because I could totally keep you warm, big boy.
I’m burning up, why don’t you cool me off with your stupid, gorgeous body?
“That’s cool.” Your brain shut down. “I want you.”
Your bluntness seemed to please him. His lips curled into a half smile before he pulled you into a kiss. He wasted no time, pushing his tongue past your teeth. He caressed your cheek as his tongue brushed up against yours, soft and warm. He pulled you onto his lap and rubbed the inside of your thigh with his rough hands. You tugged at his shirt, the cotton damp with sweat. He lifted it up and pulled it off, letting it drop on the floor.
“You should lie down,” you said, breath hot against his neck.
“Am I easier to take advantage of that way?”
“Excuse me?”
Your question went unheeded and he reclined on your bed, beckoning you to straddle him. You looked down at his body, muscles perfectly toned like they were crafted by the gods. He looked so pleased with himself, like he’d won an award. His cock was hard against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. It ached against you.
You studied his face. There were a few faint, red scratches across his cheek. You ran your thumb down one, feeling the slightly swollen skin. He winced.
“What happened?” you asked.
He exhaled. “I fell.”
“Like recently or?”
“On my way over.”
“How?”
His right eye twitched.
“I tripped,” he said, words clipped.
“On what?”
You never knew him to be clumsy, if anything he was rather feline in his agility. His fingers dug deeper into your hips before rolling you onto your back and getting on top of you. He pressed his rough palm over your lips.
“Hush.” His tone was nauseatingly sweet.
“I’m serious, are you okay?” you asked, voice muffled by his hand.
He titled his head and stared into your eyes with a calculated gaze.
“Isn’t it a little late for you to be so talkative?”
It was astounding how easy it was for him to shut you down. Granted you weren’t steadfast when it came to Ogata. You couldn’t take a firm stance. How could you hold onto a belief when you couldn’t predict his reaction to it? You wanted to be palatable and if that meant bending like a willow to his incomprehensible will then so be it.
“You’re so cute,” he said, removing his hand. “You’re like a scared deer.”
He lifted up the oversized t-shirt you liked to sleep in and pulled off your underwear. His fingers grazed your folds, coating them in your arousal. You swallowed hard, spit catching in your throat, as he slid them into your cunt. They curled inside you, pressing against your walls. The pressure made your skin tingle.
His gaze was attentive but cold. You felt studied, examined. It bred a twinge of looming uncertainty, one that settled in your stomach. But he didn’t hesitate with a remedy. He pushed his fingers as far as they could go and began fucking you with them. Your concern disappeared as fast as it came. Your eyes glazed over, ensnared by the man looming over you. You tried in vain to hold back your pleased whimpers.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re falling apart so fast.” His lips grazed your lobe.
Apologizing crossed your mind, but you kept your mouth shut. You writhed underneath his weight, rutting up against his fingers as they fucked your slick cunt.
Your hands wandered down his back. His skin was soft and sticky with sweat. You let your fingers trail down his spine before settling on the crest of his ass. You yanked down his briefs and dug your fingers into the taut flesh. He flashed an impish smile and pulled them down, kicking them off. The head of his cock was leaking precum. He tugged on it and bathed in your starved gaze.
“You want me so bad,” he said haughtily. “Tell me how bad you want me.”
You sighed as he jerked himself off. “I feel like I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”
“Oh yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I need you.”
“Then beg for it,” he growled.
“Please. Please fuck me.”
He rubbed his cock up against your folds. “Say my name.”
“Please fuck me, Hyakunosuke. Please. Please. Please.”
He nuzzled your neck and pressed his cocktip against your clit. “More.”
You continued to plead, body aching for him to fuck you. He guided his cock inside you, its girth stretching your tight cunt. He groaned as he pushed it in further. His movements were slow, and he seemed to relish in your whimpering.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he commanded as he thrust into you.
“Really good. Really fucking good,” you babbled.
He let out a pleased sigh and fully submerged his length within you. His tip pressed up against your cervix, sending a shock to your core. You yelped as he pushed against it harder.
“Such a big cock for such a precious little thing.”
His thrusts drove you into the mattress, making your cot creak. His touch wasn’t gentle. He didn’t hesitate to bend your body to his liking, to show off his strength. It was deliciously overwhelming. He laced his fingers in your hair and pulled. He manhandled your legs to get them over his shoulders. You knew his force would leave blooms of bruises on your ankles, bruises you’d have to explain away when your friends inquired about your life after hours.
Being at his will was exciting.
“Do you like getting fucked like a whore?”
“Uh-huh,” you moaned.
He grinned. You wanted to lick his teeth, but settled for hugging his cock with your cunt.
“Fuck,” he hissed, jaw clenched. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
His pace quickened and his breathing grew labored. He seemed weakened by his impending climax. His eyes were softer, his words lacked their previous domineering weight. He looked like he was in agony. Seeing him fall apart made your clit throb. It was almost too much. Your body was immersed in euphoria, drowning in an obscene amount of debauched delight. To finally experience something you craved for so long was almost maddening. So many times you dreamt about him lording over your body under the serene light of the moon. And now you were living it out.
You wanted him to come first, to feel his cum flood your cunt, but your body wasn’t on the same page. Your impending climax was bubbling up inside you. Resisting it was a futile feat. What good was it to deny yourself such ecstasy?
“Harder,” you moaned.
He repositioned himself so he could drive his cock deeper in. You felt like you were going to burst. You dug your fingers into your mattress, gripping the tangled up sheets. The feeblest attempt to keep yourself tethered to this world lest you ascend to an Icarus end. Your back arched as a numinous groan crept up from the depths of your being, a simple carnal prayer. A cluster of whimpers followed in its wake.
Every inch of tension melted away as you let your orgasm consume you. You nearly forgot where you were until you heard Ogata’s pained voice.
“Where do you want it?” he asked urgently.
“Inside, inside,” you babbled.
He grimaced and pulled his cock out of your dripping cunt. He straddled your chest and held your head, forcing you to crane your neck. He pushed his cock past your lips and rutted against your face. His touch became gentle, hands almost cradling the base of your skull. He held you like you were fragile, like he could rip you to pieces if he lacked restraint.
“Look up at me,” he groaned as his cum splattered against the back of your throat.
You looked up at him, as he continued to thrust. Spurts of his piquant cum filled your mouth. You thought it would never end. Tears welled up in your eyes as his cum trickled from the corners of your mouth. Once his cock stopped twitching he placed his hand on your forehead and pushed you off. He then rolled over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Um,” you said, crashing back into reality.
You hoped no one heard what happened. Your cabin was the one closest to the outskirts of everything, but still. Your cot’s incessant squeaking plagued you. Your breathy moans haunted you. Ogata’s audible grunting was a dark cloud swirling above your head. You missed your fucked out state of mind. You debated on chasing it. You thought about grabbing his semi-erect cock, but the feeling faded from your grasp. It didn’t help that he looked completely dissociated from the situation.
“Hyaku,” you paused, his first name felt too intimate, ”Ogata?”
You rolled over onto your side and placed your hand on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?”
“Sure,” he said before turning his back to you.
“Okay,” you replied, molding your body beside his.
You expected him to scoot away from you, or retire to the unforgiving floor. But instead he pressed himself up against you. You draped an arm over him and nuzzled your face against his undercut as you drifted away.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure
Waking up alone wasn’t a surprise though it was still disappointing.
The sun roused you, making you painfully aware of your lack of clothes and the dried cum in the corners of your mouth. Visions of a relaxing shower danced through your mind. You could practically feel the steam surrounding you. However, leaving your cabin was precarious. No one could see you like this, skittering around and clutching your toiletries like they were gold. You’d wither away if perceived.
“I got this,” you whispered to no one in particular.
You stepped out into the morning light. It felt early. You didn’t hear any kids or any sort of chatter which was a relief. The outside world was safe; it was secure. You took a deep breath and took in the fresh air.
“Good morning.”
Your exhale lodged itself in your throat, forcing out a pathetic cough.
“Fuck. I mean good morning, Mr. Tsurumi.”
He looked tired, less triumphant, and part of you wondered if he was going to kill you.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be up this early.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be either,” you said, trying to mask your discomfort. “Anyway—”
He interrupted your attempt at a polite getaway. “How well do you know Yūsaku?”
“Uh. I guess about as well as you can know anyone given the amount of ti—”
“Did he seem unhappy? Dissatisfied?”
“That sunburn made him pretty miserable.”
He studied you. “Anything beyond that?”
“I—yeah no, I think that’s, uh, the only thing.”
“I see. Well I won’t keep you any longer.”
You simply smiled and nodded. Once he was out of sight you sprinted to the showers, eager for the cleanly embrace of its solitude. It was exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You needed to wash away whatever that conversation had been. You couldn’t figure out why he was so curious about Yūsaku. Your relationship with him was friendly but superficial. You wouldn’t know how to describe him in any meaningful way if prompted to, but made an attempt anyway.
He’s Ogata’s half-brother. He can tell two different stories about eating mud as a little kid. He sucks at putting on sunscreen. His eyelashes are pretty. He has a general golden boy vibe that is almost insufferably charming.
You knew essentially nothing. Whereas you could write an entire thesis regarding the random facts about Shiraishi you learned against your will.
You spent the entirety of your shower, wracking your brain over the camp director’s questioning. Unfortunately your brain wasn’t operating at full capacity. The night before lingered around you like a ghostly shroud. Your legs were peppered with bruises and your hips were sore. There were so many random aches echoing throughout your body.
By the time you were done the shrill voices of children flooded the camp. You hurriedly made your way back to your cabin, careful to avoid running into anyone. But despite the painstaking care you took, there was Shiraishi pawing at your door anxiously like a dog.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
He didn’t bother answering your question. “They’re sending all the kids home.”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yup. A few parents have already come by. Tsurumi wants to sit us all down and talk about what we’re gonna do.”
“We’re all going to leave, right?”
“Well we got all this shit here. The canoes. The food. The giant shogi pieces. All of that needs to get packed up probably. Do you think we’ll still get paid even if there’s no kids to watch?”
“I’d like to think so.”
“I heard something kinda messed up though.” You stepped closer to him and he continued, his voice low. “I overheard Koito saying some shit to Tsukishima about another body being found.”
“No,” you gasped.
“Yeah. They left maybe an hour ago. I doubt they’re coming back. I saw them pack—”
“Okay whatever. Whose body?”
Shiraishi shushed you. “Yūsaku’s.”
“Shut up.”
“Tsurumi found him hanging in the forest.”
“Like hanging out, right? With his brother maybe?” you asked desperately.
“Nope.”
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”
“Relax! Maybe I heard wrong.”
You took a measured breath and distanced yourself from this loss. “It makes sense. Tsurumi was asking me about Yūsaku this morning. He wanted to know if Yūsaku was sad or, I don’t know, depressed I guess.”
“Did he seem—”
“No, but not all suicidal people act like outwardly suicidal.”
“So you think he killed himself?”
“Fuck no,” you sneered. “I bet Tsurumi did. That’s why he was asking me about him. He wanted to come up with an alibi, or a reason for Yūsaku to have done something like that.”
Shiraishi looked a little nervous. “Whoa, whoa. Let’s not jump the gun.”
You pushed him away from the door and dropped your stuff off. On the walk to the mess hall you watched as kids crawled into massive minivans and sleek electric cars. They were a resilient bunch. You admired their ability to withstand the trauma murder reaped. It sucked to see them go, but this camp was no place for their kind.
You felt oddly numb in the wake of Yūsaku’s apparent demise, especially as you sat amongst the camp’s dwindling numbers. It was just you, Shiraishi, Sugimoto, Ogata, and that freak Tsurumi. You all sat in a circle around an ashen fire pit, sipping coffee. It was bitter, the acidic taste boring holes through your tongue.
“It pains me to say this,” Tsurumi began.
“We all know about Yūsaku,” Shiraishi yawned.
His lack of tact made you want to crawl into your mug and drown.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to start off with that but…” He sighed. “As you all apparently know Yūsaku is no longer with us.”
“Did he go home?” Ogata asked.
“Shut up,” Sugimoto hissed.
Tsurumi ignored the chatter and continued. You struggled to focus. Your mind drifted off into fantasies of catching the camp director in the act and getting the hero treatment for saving the day. They were fun scenarios to entertain, but deep down you didn’t crave glory or even recognition. You just wanted to be right.
To no one’s surprise Tsurumi managed to convince everyone to stay one more night in order to return the camp to its previous barren state. It was depressing to snuff out the last remnants of the camp’s life, but necessary so Tsurumi could get back his security deposit. It was impressive to see how impermanent everything was. What took a week to create was dismantled within a day, a notion that haunted you to no end. You hated to think everything was so transient. It beckoned you to hold on tighter to your memories, to the bonds you fostered. If they were going to be ripped away, they would be marred with ghostly reminders of your feral grip.
Throughout the day you orbited around Ogata, searching for tasks that required you to be near him. Despite your attempts to be discreet, anyone with a brain could see your passive clinginess. You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to ask if he was okay, but you didn’t want to risk an awkward conversation. When you finally built up the confidence to speak to him he was swept away by a bored sheriff wearing mirrored sunglasses.
“Wonder what they’re talking about,” Shiraishi said, startling you.
“Yūsaku obviously,” you scoffed as you swept the porch of a cabin. “Whatever. It’s not like I care.”
He laughed loud enough to grab the attention of the sheriff. Ogata was undisturbed.
“I feel bad for him.”
“Yeah?”
Shiraishi frowned. “Yeah, like his brother’s dead. He’s a total weirdo with no friends. And he’s short.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re shorter than him.”
“I am, but I’m sexy and have friends.”
Ogata was sexy, but you opted to keep that to yourself.
“Okay, and?” you said bristling with annoyance. “Go bother someone else.”
“I actually had a reason for bugging you. Sugimoto wants to make s’mores tonight because we have a bunch of marshmallows. I was thinking we could turn it into a mini party.”
“A final hurrah.”
“Exactly!” he said as he walked away.
S’mores and cold beer sounded nice, but not nearly as nice as another night with Ogata. You watched as he stared lazily at the sheriff, his posture loose and mildly defiant. He wasn’t naive enough to believe Yūsaku hung himself. He must have caught onto how strange Tsurumi was. There was no way he hadn’t. He was perceptive. You couldn’t help but feel as though you were kindred spirits.
When the sheriff finally left you decided to approach him.
“Hey,” you said gently. “I just wanted to, you know…uh. I’m really sorry about your brother.”
“Why? Did you make him kill himself?” he said, his gaze friendly yet cold.
You laughed and shifted uncomfortably.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay. Is there anything I can do?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” He closed the distance you kept. “How far are you willing to go to comfort me?”
“A normal amount. If you need to talk or anything, I don’t mind listening.”
“Would you mind choking on my cock again? I found that to be very soothing.”
Ogata’s words were grotesque rather than alluring. You couldn’t help but feel like he was just trying to scare you off. His vulgarity lacked any sort of intensity. The threat was hollow. You swallowed hard and tried to look less timid.
“Don’t be an asshole. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
He looked thoroughly amused. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
You patted his shoulder with a platonic, heavy hand and headed off in a random direction. You were too frazzled to think that far ahead, but you walked into the woods with faux confidence.
All filthy memories fade out
You sighed in relief as the sun sunk into the horizon. Making s’mores and getting drunk by a fire sounded like the only suitable end for such a horrific venture. Shiraishi and Sugimoto met you by your cabin and aided you in crafting a fire pit.
“It’s so fucked up we never made these with the kids,” Sugimoto sighed, puncturing three marshmallows with a two-pronged skewer specially made for the act.
You sipped your beer. “We failed them.”
Shiraishi nodded. “We may be the dream team, but we weren’t perfect.”
“The what?!” Sugimoto struggled not to laugh as he crafted a picturesque s’more.
“Wh—who? Who’s the dream team?” you asked.
“Us! Me, you, and Sugimoto… obviously.”
“I had no idea.”
“I never said it out loud until now,” Shiraishi said solemnly.
It was hard to deny. The chaos that was camp proved to be a great conduit for bonding despite the horrors. You never would have made it through without Shiraishi’s humor and Sugimoto’s kindness.
“Dream team, huh?” Sugimoto said with a smile blooming across his face.
You punched Shiraishi in the arm. “Cute. I like it.”
Shiraishi blushed and shifted his gaze to the case of beer.
“How does the dream team feel about shotgunning some beers?”
Shotgunning some beers turned into shotgunning several. Stabbing the cans and chugging like your life depended on it was addicting. By the end of it you were all in a hazy trance. You collapsed down into your chair with too much vigor, sending yourself backwards into the dirt. You cackled like a witch.
“Holy shit! Are you okay?” Sugimoto asked. He was unable to hide his amused smile.
He held out his hand and hoisted you up. Shiraishi watched on, tears in his eyes, and stabbed another beer with his pocket knife. Beer spurted out of the hole and it sprayed all over. A dramatic “noooooooooo!" erupted from him as he tried in vain to suckle the rest of the beer out of the can. Sugimoto could barely hold himself together and lost his balance, sending you back into the unforgiving dirt and landing directly on you. His body was so heavy you thought you were going to suffocate. Luckily he rolled off of you within a second, wheezing with laughter.
The comedy of errors was too much. Not a single one of you went unscathed.
“I’m so sorry,” Sugimoto choked out.
You stood up and brushed the dust off of your body. “It’s okay. I’m alive. I made it. I survived.”
“You know,” Sugimoto said, still sitting in the dirt. “I’m really gonna miss you guys.”
“We’ll have to meet up again before summer ends.”
Shiraishi wiped the beer from his lips. “That’s assuming we live.”
“Dude! Not funny.” Sugimoto threw an empty can at Shiraishi. It missed.
“I’ll probably die next,” you replied thoughtfully. “Tsurumi’s gonna catch on and have to silence me.”
“Stop!”
Shiraishi corrected you. “No, no. It’ll be me.”
“Yeah, you know what. It’ll be Shiraishi, and then you. And then me.”
Shiraishi pouted. “What makes you so sure you’ll live the longest?”
“I’m immortal, dumb ass.”
“If you’re immortal, why not protect us?” you suggested.
“Yeah!”
“I’ll obviously do that! That goes without saying!”
You looked at him, doe-eyed. “Promise?”
He stood up, his balance shakier than ever. It didn’t inspire much confidence in his ability to protect you, but you chose to believe in his conviction.
“As long as I am here, neither of you will die. I… I love you guys s—so much.”
“Don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry. And I hate crying in the woods.”
You heard rustling in the distance. Sugimoto and Shiraishi didn’t seem to notice so you chalked it up to your intoxication. You focused your attention on the delightful little bars of artisan chocolate Yūsaku bought for the kids. Your stomach had been growling, begging for something other than beer.
“Gimme the stick thingy,” you barked at Sugimoto.
“Is that any way to ask me for something?”
“You’re talking like a caveman.”
You groaned. “Please give me a, uh,” you gestured towards the skewer resting at Sugimoto’s feet, “that item. Please, good sir.”
Shiraishi applauded your efforts like a real friend and spoke words of affirmation as you struggled to make a s’more. Neither of them stepped in to help you. They appeared to find your tribulation much too entertaining, and you were much too drunk to ask for assistance. However you managed to make four. The sloppiness didn’t detract from the flavor which was all that mattered.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Shiraishi said. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m tired.”
Sugimoto stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “Yeah, I have a long drive tomorrow. I’m not trying to fall asleep at the wheel.”
It was almost painful to part ways. A little sliver of you was afraid to enter your cabin on your own. You knew there was no reason to be scared. It wasn’t as if Tsurumi was hiding inside, waiting for the perfect opportunity to stab you. There was no way he could have snuck past you, Shiraishi, and Sugimoto. One of you would have seen him, or at the very least heard him.
Your heart began to pound. You had heard something lurking about in the woods. It very well could’ve been him. Maybe you were too drunk to be vigilant and maybe Tsurumi took advantage of that. Your hand trembled as you reached for the doorknob. Your fear was heavy and looming. It was like you were slowly being crushed. Every inhale felt like it was catching in your throat. You slowly twisted the knob and pressed your weight up against the door.
“Hello?” you asked as if an assailant would actually respond.
You flipped the switch and your room was filled with soft, incandescent light. There was no one in sight, not a soul. The relief you felt was almost overwhelming. Your terror was replaced by a pleasant drowsiness. Sleeping through the night with no interruptions wouldn’t be a pipe dream.
And it seemed to be going along quite well…
Until you had to pee of course. The urge hit you like a truck. You sprung up out of bed and ran all the way to the bathroom, hoping you’d make it in time. You regretted drinking so much. If it hadn’t been for the beer you might have gotten an uninterrupted six hours.
Luckily you made it to the bathroom in time, but on your walk back you became keenly aware of the fact you were still quite drunk.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhh,” you moaned as you trudged back.
You passed Tsurumi’s cabin and it triggered a deep desire to indulge in some snooping. Moonlighting as a drunk detective seemed like an incredible idea.
There were no lights on in his cabin, which wasn’t odd considering it was the middle of the night. But everything seemed vaguely ominous given your state of mind and your desire to prove he was the murderer. You peeked in his window and saw him sleeping. He was face down, body spread out like a starfish.
“What a freak.”
“You’re the one watching him sleep.”
You spun around and saw Ogata. You opened your mouth to scream but he covered it. His hand was damp and smelled like soap. He looked unkempt, and seemed a little frazzled.
“I can explain,” you whispered.
“Are you drunk?”
“Maybe. Listen!”
He shushed you and grabbed you by the wrist. He dragged you away from Tsurumi’s window.
“Can I talk now?” You didn’t wait for an answer. “I think Tsurumi is killing everyone.”
He looked thoroughly amused. “What makes you so sure—”
“He’s a total fucking weirdo, Ogata! He, you know, like… Okay, I don’t have solid proof. But he did ask me about your brother. He was like ‘Ohhh, do you think Yūsaku was suicidal? Did he seem like a little sad boy with little sad boy problems?’ And I was like, ‘No.’ And he was like all… whatever.” You hiccuped. “Why would he ask me that if he wasn’t trying to find a way to cover up his crime?”
“You did work with Yūsaku. I don’t think it’s weird that Tsurumi would ask you about him. If I were him, you would be one of the first people I’d talk to.”
“Ogataaaaaaaaaa,” you whined. “Don’t be a shit.”
“All I’m saying is the two of you seemed close.”
“I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“I think he had a crush on you,” he teased.
“He didn’t.”
“I wouldn’t blame him for having one.”
You gave up on protesting. It wasn’t like he was actually listening to you. You turned your gaze towards the ground. It was then you noticed what looked like rusty stains on his shoes.
“You really shouldn’t wear white shoes.”
He looked confused.
“Yours are always s—so dirty.”
He stared down at his shoes and smiled. “I like them this way.”
You shrugged. “Anyway. I think Tsurumi poisoned Tanigaki with mushrooms.”
“What about Inkarmat? Usami? Vasi—”
“When did they find Usami and Vasily?!”
He paused. “They didn’t. I thought maybe you had an explanation for them going missing.”
“Oh. No. I haven’t really thought about them. Is that fucked up?”
“A little, but I like it when you’re fucked up.”
He leaned in and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You tried to let yourself fall into the moment, to let yourself be enraptured by him once more. But you felt uneasy. A part of you was screaming at you to stop. Your entire body tensed up and you pushed him away.
“Not here,” you sighed.
“Why not?” he said, rubbing the small of your back.
“What if someone sees?”
“There’s no one to see us.”
With your luck Shiraishi and Sugimoto would see you wrapped up in Ogata’s arms and never let you live it down. A greater horror would be Tsurumi catching you. He would have no issue disposing you.
Ogata didn’t share this concern. He simply shoved his fingers down your shorts and rubbed your clit through your underwear.
“You don’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Hmm,” he purred as he nuzzled his face in your neck. “Getting caught could be fun. We could finally reveal our true nature.”
His wording puzzled you.
“Wait, what true nature? That we’re fucking?” you asked.
“Don’t play dumb.”
He let his fingers graze your cunt. His touch was hypnotic. You felt like you were melting in his arms. The world around you faded away, your concerns were nonexistent. Everything was a distraction queued for destruction. He kissed your neck, his stubble tickling you. You felt his teeth graze your skin. A smile crept across your face as he bit into it. Your knees buckled as he bit down a little harder. Your head was spinning.
“I need to taste you,” he said against your neck, pulling down your clothes.
The night air was brisk against the skin of your ass. He kissed the nape of your neck as he hands traveled down your waist, stopping at the dip of your hips. He got on his knees and stared up at you, eyes dark with ardor, before giving your clit a languid lick.
He lapped at your cunt like a starved animal. It was like he was trying to consume you. You felt so desired, so adored. His tongue was dizzying. You nearly lost your balance as he buried his face in between your thighs. He grunted and gripped your ass to steady you.
You gasped as he dug his fingers deeper into your skin. His sweetness was always tinged with a little cruelty. You felt like you were falling in love with him whenever he was rough with you. Your pleasure seemed endless. It was something to get lost in. He shielded you from the tragedy that had overtaken your life.
You ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re so good at this.”
“I know,” he groaned.
His haughtiness was unfortunately warranted. He could work wonders with his mouth. He rolled his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your knees trembled as your orgasm began to bloom. You tried to speak but all you could do was whimper his name. You felt like you were floating away.
Moaning soon became the only thing you were capable of doing. Your body was limp and swollen with lust. The only reason you were upright was because of Ogata’s steadying grip.
“Are you really going to come already?” he teased.
“Yes!” you choked out.
He held your clit between his lips and sucked. Your head rolled back and you murmured a string of obscenities. Euphoria wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the heights you were ascending to. You drenched his face with your arousal as your orgasm echoed through you.
“Sor—”
Your demure apology was interrupted by a pained moan coming from the distance. You crashed back down to earth.
“Did you hear that?” you asked.
Ogata didn’t respond. He simply stood up and wiped his chin.
“Let me walk you back to your cabin.”
“Uh, yeah sure. But did you hear that? It sounded like a person.”
“I didn’t hear anything. Your paranoia is getting the best of you.” He grabbed you by the hand. “Come on.”
He didn’t say a single word on the walk back. He didn’t even look at you. You felt like a ghost.
“Thanks… for escorting me.”
“It’s no problem,” he said with a smile.
You were convinced you would never fully understand him, that he would always keep you on your toes. And maybe that was the appeal. It was a danger you didn’t mind dancing with, something low stakes in comparison to people getting fucking murdered.
With my eyes closed I offered myself to the sun
It was your final day and you jumped at the opportunity to interrogate Tsurumi. It didn’t matter if you were the only one that thought he was the cause of all the camp’s calamity. The lack of faith from your friends didn’t deter you in the least. You knew you were right and soon everyone else would know as well.
“What the?”
You saw a heap in the distance, something keeled over just beyond the trees. The sun sliced through them, drowning whatever it was in unforgiving light. You heard the faint buzzing of flies and your stomach dropped. The familiar sensation of spit pooling in your mouth triggered a lethal anxiety within you.
Every step you took made you more and more nauseous. A horrid smell swarmed your nostrils. You couldn’t help but gag.
“No,” you said quietly, looking down at the heap.
It was Sugimoto, face down. His arms were stretched in front of him, fingers caked with dirt.
“Saichi, get up.” You squatted beside him. A prayer circle of jet black ants surrounded his body. “Get up. You’re supposed to keep me and Shiraishi safe, remember?”
There was no hope and yet you tried to hold onto it. You wanted to roll him over, thinking maybe you could rouse him. You saw it in movies all the time, the classic fake-out death trope. You’d slap him around, maybe yell and cry a bit, and his eyes would flutter open. He would apologize for worrying you and you’d tease him for how rank he smelled.
“Oh fuck!” you screamed as you rolled him onto his back.
His chin was coated with dried blood. His stomach had been cut open, entrails butchered and hanging out. You looked just beyond his body and saw a trail of blood and intestines. You started to sob. Sugimoto didn’t deserve to suffer such a heinous demise. Why couldn’t Tsurumi have just killed him outright? Why did he have to exercise his will with such cruelty? You hated him and his flagrant barbarity. Your rage washed over you. The desire to throw yourself over his mauled body and wail was extinguished.
“I’m so sorry,” you cooed, stroking his hair. “Tsurumi’s not getting away with this.”
In order to properly avenge Sugimoto you needed Shiraishi, but you didn’t even know if Shiraishi was alive. You grabbed Sugimoto’s pocket knife and bolted to Shiraishi’s cabin. You kicked the door in and all you saw was an unmade bed, empty bags of marshmallows, and all of his belongings scattered around an empty duffle bag.
You kept running out of sheer desperation, searching Shiraishi’s usual haunts to no avail. He must have been killed too, another counselor disappeared by that freak Tsurumi.
Your bravado began to melt away. The more you thought about it the more you realized you likely couldn’t hold your own against Tsurumi. You were nothing without the dream team.
There was always Ogata, but if Sugimoto was slain by Tsurumi with such ease then Ogata didn’t stand a chance. You were enshrouded in a sinking loneliness. It made every step an ordeal but you continued your march to Tsurumi’s cabin.
Your head was swimming by the time you got there. You didn’t even notice the door was already open. As you stepped inside you heard a series of loud, wet thwacks.
“Wh—what are you doing?”
Ogata stood over Tsurumi’s twitching body, bashing in his skull with the butt of his own shotgun. Pale foam seeped from his parted lips. You watched in horror as his face gradually became unrecognizable carnage with each of Ogata’s blows.
“Why?” you squeaked.
“What do you mean why? I did this for you.”
“This is not what I wanted.”
“Yes it is. You thought he was killing all your friends and it bothered you enough that you whined to me about it.”
“I didn’t tell you those things because I wanted you to kill him! Fuck! Now the cops are going to think you killed everyone!”
He cocked his head to the side and stared at you. You froze in place like a deer in front of a speeding truck. He looked gutted.
“I did kill everyone.”
You bursted into laughter. “No you fucking didn’t.”
“Yes I did.”
“Stop it! No you didn’t!”
He stepped over Tsurumi’s corpse, gun still in his hand. You backed out the door, trying to keep distance.
“Yes I did,” he said. In the sunlight you saw how much of Tsurumi’s blood ended up on him. He was dappled with crimson splotches. “That’s why you told me about Tsurumi. You wanted him gone and you knew I’d take care of it.”
Your mouth was agape. You refused to believe him.
“You—you’re not serious. Please tell me you’re not serious. Please.”
“I’m se—”
“No! Shut up! You didn’t do it. You didn’t do any of it. You… You couldn’t. Right? Right?!”
His disappointment was palpable.
“Why are you acting like this? You knew what you were doing when you talked to me about him.”
“I never said I wanted you to kill him! I never fucking said that!”
“Stop screaming. I’m right here.”
Your eyes were becoming glassy. Tears were imminent.
“I never said that,” you said quietly.
“You didn’t have to. I knew what you wanted. We see things the same way. You hated all of them as much as I did.”
“What? I didn’t hate any of them.”
“Oh so you liked Usami?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I wanted him dead.”
He sighed heavily. “You don’t need to pretend anymore. They’re all gone.”
“Pretend? I’m not pretending.”
“Drop the act. I didn’t mind it before, but now there’s no reason for you to hide yourself from me.”
Everything was spinning around you. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. It was absurd for him to think you harbored as much hatred as he did. Sure, some of your fellow counselors got on your nerves, but being annoying wasn’t a death sentence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything.”
He tried to pat down his unruly lock of hair. “So you’re saying I’m wrong? You’re nothing like me?”
“Yes! I could never dream of being as monstrous as you! How fucked up do you have to be to decide you can just kill people for, I don’t know, being annoying or stupid or whatever?”
“It’s not like I intended on killing everyone. I just wanted Yūsaku gone, but then I caught Tanigaki and Inkarmat 69ing by the lake and it spiraled from there.”
“Th—that’s why you killed them?”
“It was disgusting, okay.”
“Was it more disgusting than what we did?”
He glared at you. “What we did wasn’t disgusting. Tanigaki and Inkarmat didn’t actually care about each other.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They barely knew each other. You can’t like someone that much after, what, a week?”
“Does that mean we don’t like each other?”
“No!” He took a measured breath and regained composure. “It’s different with us. You know me. You understand me.”
“I don’t understand you at all.”
“But you were… so nice to me.”
Neither of you spoke. The only sound was the wind cutting through the trees. You thought back to old conversations you had with him and tried to see where your ignorance blinded you. There were plenty of times you should have known it was Ogata, but you were so caught up in blaming Tsurumi for everything.
It was hard to reconcile the man you had your heart set on was a cold blooded killer. You wanted your feelings to subside, but they remained despite his horrendous crimes. Part of you needed to fix him, to save him from himself. Maybe if you had caught on sooner you could have stopped him. There were so many what-ifs running through your mind you almost forgot where you were.
“Did it not mean anything to you?” he asked.
“What?”
“Being nice to me. Was it an obligation?”
“No. I think… most people deserve kindness.”
“Even someone like me?”
You tried to ignore the shotgun in his hand. “Yes… especially you, Hyakunosuke.”
“After everything I’ve done?”
“Ye—yes.”
“Liar.”
He aimed the gun under his chin and pulled the trigger. You tried to catch him in your arms, but you weren’t strong enough to carry that weight. You fell to your knees and cradled him. His face was nothing but an open wound. You wept as his blood seeped into your clothes.
“You were never an obligation.”
You wiped away your tears and got his blood in your eye. It burned, but it was nothing compared to the sinking feeling in your heart.
“Holy shit!!”
Shiraishi came barrelling out of the woods. His lip was busted and he had dried blood under his nose.
“Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?”
Shiraishi kneeled in front of you. You looked down and noticed his hand was resting in what used to be Ogata’s face.
“Shiraishi, your hand.”
He fell backwards and kicked himself away from Ogata’s corpse. He wiped his hand in the dirt.
“He, uh, didn’t hurt me. I’m fine… I thought you were dead.”
“Nah. I just let him beat the shit out of me and pretended to be dead. I didn’t think he’d fall for it. Have you seen Sugimoto?”
“He… he didn’t make it.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Shiraishi helped move Ogata off of you. He looked horrified once he saw how much of Ogata’s blood had ended up on you. The coppery scent was impossible to ignore.
You were thankful Shiraishi was still alive. He took charge for a change, deciding your best course of action was to go to the mess hall and contact the authorities. It wasn’t until you got there that he realized his phone was dead. You both sat in silence as it charged.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked after checking his battery life.
You nodded.
“Did you like Ogata?”
You didn’t want to admit it. You couldn’t imagine a world where Shiraishi would understand the complexity of your feelings. He never liked Ogata in the first place.
You tried to slaughter the sentimental romantic inside you. You thought about how mean Ogata could be, the awful things he’d say to you. You thought about Sugimoto and how he tried to drag himself to your cabin despite being gutted like a fish.
“No,” you scoffed.
Ogata was right. You were a liar.
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" lets crash course learn twice choreography ! "
SPECIAL GUESTS : chuuya nakahara , osamu dazai , atsushi nakajima !
ABOUT ORDER : forcing teaching bsd men twice choreography! how into it are they? do they hate it or enjoy it ?
CONTENTS : might be ooc !! , profanity in chuuya's part , dazai shenanigans , kunikida appears in dazai's part !! , poor atsushi is struggling to keep up :( , kyouka appears in atsushi's part !! .
SERVER'S NOTES : stan twice!!! this was a warm up to prepare for my soon chuuya angst fic... sorry for the wait :( btw here is the playlist of all the songs for each character! i'll make a pt 2 with nikolai and fyodor . :) this was super fun to write lol
chuuya nakahara ! The Feels
chuuya has seen you practice the choreography a couple of times . he doesn't really mind when the music blasts and just lets it slide because he loves you so much !
chuuya doesn't know much about kpop but he's heard a couple in your playlists , and hears you play the same ones over and over again ... not like he doesn't mind though .
despite it not being his actual music taste, he secretly enjoys listening to it sometimes and it's his guilty pleasure .
when he sees you dancing all silly , he can't help but smile in awe . he thinks it's so funny and cute seeing you put your all into it !!
" YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART OH YEAHH NEVER GONNA LET IT GO OH OH NO NEVER IT LET IT GO OH OH OH- "
" well uh shit... am i interrupting something here ? "
" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaAAAH WHAT THE FUCK CHUUYA- "
oh, but when you encourage him to dance with you ? who is he to say no with that stupid smile of yours ? no matter how silly it is , he WILL do it .
" ...so uh- "
" ...crash course twice choreography . "
" ...what ? "
" you know what , chuu ? you're in perfect timing . you should really join me !! come on , i'll teach you twice choreography ! "
" huh ?? woah woAH WOAH- WAIT HOLD ON NOW- "
although he is a bit hesitant , he always gives in . and with no regrets after whatsoever !!! he's a very quick learner too with lots of flexibility !
" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight ! one , two , three and four , five and six and seven , eight ! good ! just make sure to bend your knees a bit more... and then... stretch them ! "
" uhuh, okay... like this ? my god- this dance is kinda hard... how'd ya even manage this ? "
" not to worry , chuu ! just like that !! YOU DID IT !! "
"holy fucking shit . I DID IT . "
overall , 9/10 is super into it . always exaggerates his moves but at least it shows he's having fun !!
bonus points for being a new little distraction he can do at work !
has definitely had a couple of his colleagues walk in on him . whoopsies !
" you have stolen my heart oh yeah... never let it go oh oh no , never gonna let it go , oh , oh , oh... "
" uh... sir ? the... documents... "
" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaa- GOD WHAT THE FUCK ?! oh . it's you . the documents ? yeah yeah , uh... go put them... over there . "
" ......sir- "
" no . if it's about that , then i don't want to hear it . "
osamu dazai ! FANCY
dazai's favorite pastime ? learning twice choreography . and what better ? with you !! he's had his ass dragged into your little dance classes sooo many times... (not like he's complaining though !)
he knows somewhat about kpop , he likes listening to it with you (and for shits and giggles . )
also loves to see you dance to the songs yourself !! always tries to copy you so much so he ends up distracting you because it's funny , causing you to mess up the entire choreography :(
when he hears the music play , that's when he knows it's time to crash course learn twice choreography !
" ...'samu ! "
" yes lovely ? "
" do you know what time it is ? "
" hmm..... four-thirty . "
" stupid , not the actual time ! c'moooonnnn you knowww thissss... "
" well color me clueless . "
" 'samu.... "
" i'm kidding! hmm... oh , don't tell... it's that time , isn't it ?! "
" you're so right... IT'S TIME TO CRASH COURSE LEARN TWICE CHOREOGRAPHY ! "
a little slower learning the choreography (because mf can't take it seriously sometimes) , but once he gets the hang of it you bet fucker WILL be hitting those moves whenever has the chance .
" it seems another job well done to us for solving the mystery , bella ! oh , OH , OHH !! i feel a song coming ... LET'S HIT IT , [name] !!! ohhh yes GET IT !! "
of course being dazai, you can't have a dance lesson with a little chaos in between ! but that's what makes it even more fun !
" one, two, three and four... no 'samu, that's not how do it ! "
" hehehe. fancyyyy youuu ooh-ooh-ooh- "
" DAZAI THE TABLE-?! "
" ouchieeee.... !!! bellaaaa~ help me out hereeeee... my hips huuurrrrrt !!!! "
" oh my god... "
overrall , 9/10 very chaotic but totally fun experience ! he enjoys it far too much for his own liking .
he does a few freestyle moves of his own to " jazz up " the dance
takes your dance lessons to HEART . period .
kunikida always scolds him at work :P
" OI DAZAI . this isn't some dance class . get back to work !! "
" whaaaat ? sorry kunikida~ i can't hear you right now over the music !! my dearest [name] just taught me how to dance ! and i feel so POWERFUL !! OHH , keep quiet now !! THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART !! "
" DAZAI- "
atsushi nakajima ! TT
atsushi is a very interesting case when it comes to learning choreography... he tries his best though !
i feel like atsushi is very open to different kinds of music , so kpop is no different to him and enjoys listening to it !
super fascinated by how you managed to learn the dances . always slides in compliments after you finish with a little clap !!
atsushi NEVER thinks about learning the choreography himself . he just likes listening to the music . but who is he to say no to you ?
" atsu !! "
" [name] !! what's the matter ? did something happen ? "
" atsushi . you know the one thing that you're missing right now ? it's that you NEED to crash course learn twice choreography with me . there's no backing out now !! "
" wha- ??? wait- HUH ???? "
poor boy is unfortunately a slow learner when it comes to dancing... but he's trying !!! his moves are a bit stiff , but just a little more practice and instructing will do !!!
" it's easy ! one , two , three , four , five , six , seven, eight ! can you try that for me ? "
" umm... one... two... three... four and five and six and seven eight... ?! did i do it ? "
" close !! there's room for improvement , though ! you're doing great though ! for your first time and the easiest twice choreography to learn ! "
" EASIEST ?!? aaahhhh... this is so hard , [name] ..... can we take a break ? "
practices whenever he can . you've seen and walked in on him practicing in front of the mirror and he's always gets soo embarrassed , but slowly he's starting to get the hang of it and you're so proud of him !!!
" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "
" well , someone's been doing their homework ! "
" [name] ?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM- "
overrall , 7/10 . he's proud to know he's finally learned how to perform twice choreography ! (even if the process was literal hell)
obviously still struggles sometimes , but very silly and cute when he does it !
kyouka has walked in on him a few times... but she doesn't seem to mind !
" one , two , three , four...- "
" ...why are you dancing ? "
" YEAOW- oh... it's just you , kyouka... practicing this dance [name] taught me ! ah , where was i again...? one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "
" i didn't know they could dance . maybe i'll ask them about it later... "
reblogs appreciated ! ♡
#✧ . with love#i know i'd usually put in more effort for chuuya#but you can tell i had SOO much fun writing for dazai HAHA#i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did!! <3#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd chuuya#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#bsd atsushi#atsushi nakajima x reader#atsushi x reader
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pomefiore pirates/seven au!
pomefiore had a super vague theme in my mind compared to the other 2 dorms i've done, regal and fancy, which doesn't give me much to work with. surprisingly so far they're my favorite of the bunch i've designed and feel pretty coordinated which was what i wanted.
more under cut (i figured out how to do it + got a lil rambly)
vil -> he took me the longest to design and is the one i'm least pleased with out of the three of them, if i changed anything it'd be his top, that is the main thing that bothers me. but putting that aside i wanted to keep his regal 'i'm better than you' vibe hes kinda got, his dress (cape?) thing drags behind him and is made of raven feathers which is a reference to the evil queen's pet raven. his design was pulled heavily from his dorm uniform which is one of the things that bothers me but overall he looks cute.
he's more of a singer than an actor in this au since i don't think as a sea fairing pirate theres gonna be too many people wanting you to act in their plays. vil tends to work at the mostro lounge at times, either to repay a favor or for his own benefit, singing songs and sometimes when the mostro lounge puts on a performance he'll play a part in it too.
ortho has taken an interest in vil and the two chat whenever they're both there, mainly when idia just meets up with azul to play their games, but the two of em have become friendly. vil teaches ortho how to sing or act and ortho pays attention (drama club canon wow)
rook -> his design was based on his masquerade outfit which made my job super easy. the leather armor, or protection, on his left arm is the protect his arm from the drawstring of his bow whenever he shoots which was a fun bit to add. his collection of vials and the bottle on his belt i took from his science clubwear, then there's his hat, the black feather on his hat is actually a raven feather from vil's outfit.
i can imagine rook showing up to every one of vils performances at the mostro lounge cuz that's just how he is. floyd hates him, whenever rook shows up at the lounge its hard to find floyd which only spurs rook to harass floyd further even if his actions are motivated by curiosity.
i think how rook went from being apart of savannaclaw crew to pomefiore probably went like a couple of fights, vil threatens to kill him and then rook is just like "wow!!!!!! beaute!!" then he joins them or smth ill figure it out
epel -> another easy one since he has a masquerade outfit, his scarf and socks were made by his grandma before he joined vils crew. his design is pretty simple compared to the rest of them but i like it, the tassel on his belt is from his dorm uniform and the gloves were taken from his masquerade outfit. i pulled his hair into a half ponytail hairstyle(?) which just clicked w/ me.
epel does a lot of the heavy work around the ship despite being oh so small and while he doesn't mind going to the mostro lounge it isn't his favorite place. i can see it being too fancy for his taste.
anyways 3/7 dorms done! i might do ramshackle for funsies but characters like the staff and other students/family depends on my mood.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst art#dhrubajj art#twst fanart#disney twst#seven seas au#pirate au#vil#vil schoenheit#rook#rook hunt#epel#epel felmier#vil twst#epel twst#rook twst#pomefiore
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Uh-oh | J.H.
note: this was based on the song Uh-Oh by Tate McRae.
summary: you try to avoid jack to hide your feelings but it’s harder than you think
warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT below the cut!
wc: 2.1K
Part II
You make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions
All my friends know where to look every time I go missin'
Seven texts and two missed calls
Know I can't ignore 'em all
Said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine
I lied
Jack had been blowing up your phone since you arrived at the club with your friends. You ignored him, vowing to yourself that you were done with the games. The back and forth of your situationship was becoming too much for you and you didn’t want to do it anymore.
“I thought you were done messing around with Jack?” Your friend asks you as your phone starts to ring on the table with an incoming phone call.
“I am.” You respond as you send Jack to voicemail. You notice a couple texts from him before you lock your phone screen. Ignoring them, you get up in search of more alcohol.
The more you drink, the harder it is for you to ignore his texts and phone calls. Dancing with cute strangers isn’t enough when you know that the man you want to be with wants to be with you too.
“Where are you going?” One of your friends questions you as you walk back to the booth and pull on your coat.
“I’m heading home, I'm kind of tired.” You lie easily as your phone begins to buzz in your pocket again.
She gives you a knowing look. “It’s not even midnight yet, y/n. How are you getting home?” She knows that’s not where you’re going but she plays along anyway.
“I’ll get an uber. See you guys later.”
Uh-oh, I couldn't help myself
I'm almost at your house again, again
Uh-oh, I'm one foot in the door
My clothes are on your floor again, again
As soon as you’re outside you answer your phone. “Y/n! I’ve been calling for-”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” You cut Jack off, not wanting to draw the conversation out.
You can hear him smile on the other end of the phone. “I’ll buzz you in.”
You don’t allow yourself time to second guess your decision as you uber to Jack’s building. He buzzes you in like he said he would and you make your way to his door quickly.
“Since when do you make me wait?” Jack questions as he opens the door for you.
“I told you we can’t do this anymore.” You answer as you pull him down to you by his t-shirt and kiss him deeply.
He groans into the kiss as he turns the two of you and kicks the door closed behind him. “You always say that.” He begins tugging at the hem of your shirt so you pull away from him, raising your arms so he can lift it off of you. “You never mean it.”
Once you’re standing in front of him in just your bra, he leads you into his bedroom, pulling his own t-shirt off as he goes. Before you can undo the button on your jeans, he’s unclasping your bra. He bends down to pull one nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other one between his fingers.
“Oh.” You gasp as you arch your back, pushing your breast more into his mouth. He uses his free hand to help you remove your jeans and underwear so you’re standing before him completely naked.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles before moving his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as the first.
This is what makes your situation with him so messy. Sex isn’t just sex with him, he’s always so intimate with you but then claims he doesn’t want anything more. It’s led to feelings on your part and you getting hurt over and over again.
“Just fuck me, Jack.” You beg as you pull at the waistband of his shorts.
Roll your eyes like you do
Shoulda known it's always the same with you
Tryin' not to feel our connection
But, oh my god, it's kinda temptin'
“You’re so needy, baby.” He rolls his eyes as he pushes you onto the bed. You want to point out that he was the one that texted you seven times but before you can open your mouth, he’s spreading your legs apart and kissing the inside of your thigh. “Let me make you feel good.” He tells you before sucking your clit into his mouth.
“Oh my god.” You moan and squeeze his head between your knees, effectively keeping him right where you want him. You run your hands through his hair, softly tugging at the roots as he runs a finger over your wet folds before inserting it inside of you. “Jack…”
“That’s right baby, say my name.” He mumbles against you and the vibration from his voice sends an extra jolt of pleasure to your core. You feel a familiar coil in your stomach as he inserts a second finger inside of you.
You’re a moaning mess in seconds as he continues to suck on your clit and pump his fingers in and out of you, hitting just the right spot. “Jack I'm gonna…”
“Come for me, pretty girl.” He removes his tongue from your clit and replaces it with his thumb, rubbing it in just the right way that you arch your back right off the bed.
“Fuck, Jack.” Your voice comes out breathy as your control completely shatters and your orgasm takes over your body. He keeps his fingers inside of you, feeling your walls spasm as you come down from your high, before he pulls away from you to remove his shorts and boxers.
His hard cock hits his stomach as he stands in front of you and you can see a glint of pre-cum on his tip as he uses his hand to pump it a few times. “I want you to ride me.” He tells you as he pulls a condom out of his night stand and puts it on.
“Okay.” You push yourself up on your elbows, panting heavily as you make eye contact with him. He’s looking at you softly and before you have time to try to decipher what he’s thinking, he leans down and kisses your forehead.
He gets on the bed beside you and sits up against the headboard before he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him. “You’re so perfect.” He mumbles as you straddle his hips. Your heart swells at his words, wishing for the millionth time that he actually meant them.
Placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you slowly line him up at your entrance. As you sink down on him, he leans forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan into his mouth as he stretches you and he gives you a moment to adjust before thrusting into you.
“Yes, yes…” Your fingers are in his hair as he wraps his arms around your upper body, pulling your chest into his face again. He takes turns licking your nipples and praising you as he thrusts up into you.
The sweet words he’s whispering send you to the edge faster than usual and you find yourself pushing his head away from you. “I thought you wanted me to ride you?” You question as you begin to rock your hips, hitting that perfect spot over and over again.
He smiles and flicks your left nipple as he watches you ride him. “Yes, y/n, fuck.” He groans as you start bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands make their way to your hips again, guiding you to grind on him. “I know you’re close, baby.”
You close your eyes, the loving way he’s looking at you is almost too much for you to bear. “I-” His lips are on yours again as he wraps one arm around your upper body and brings his other hand to your hair. You moan as he tugs on your hair, the slight pain just enough to send you over the edge again.
“Such a good girl.” Jack murmurs as you collapse against his chest, your body still twitching from the second orgasm. “You take me so well, y/n.” He kisses your forehead again before gently laying you on your back so he can kneel between your legs.
“Jack. I can't…again.” You try to catch your breath as he leans down to kiss you again.
“Yes you can, pretty girl.” If he hears the double meaning in your words he doesn’t acknowledge it. “One more time.”
“Jack.” You moan as he enters you again. His hands are on either side of your head and he presses his forehead to yours as he pumps into you.
“Fuck, baby you feel so good.” He groans as his pace picks up. “Kinda glad you made me wait.” He chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose.
You’re having trouble remembering why you were avoiding him in the first place. As you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching, you reach up and wrap your hands around his neck. Pulling him down to you, you kiss him hard, nipping at his bottom lip before licking over the sore spot. He moans into your mouth as he bottoms out and then quickly pulls out of you.
“What are yo-”
He slams himself back into you and you immediately see stars as his thrusts become more erratic, clearly chasing his high. You lift your legs, crossing your ankles behind his back so he can have the best angle.
He places sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he intertwines the fingers on his left hand with yours. “Together, okay?” He says through gritted teeth.
All you can manage is a nod as he places his right hand on your chin. “You’re mine baby you know that right?”
You whimper as he hits your g-spot and he smirks as your eyes nearly roll back in your head. “Such a good girl taking all of me.”
“Jack…” You’re at the edge of the cliff again, your legs shaking from being around his waist.
“Me too, baby. Let go.” He kisses you gently as you both orgasm, his body stilling as he spills into the condom.
I get a little drunk and it's all I want
Tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb
Uh-oh, now we can just pretend
We won't do it again, again, again
He pulls out of you and makes sure you’re comfortable before walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
With shaking legs, you get off the bed and attempt to find all of your discarded clothes. There’s marks all over your neck and chest from him and your nipples are still so sensitive you’re not sure if you can put your bra back on.
“Where are you going?” Jack’s surprised to find you standing up when he comes back into the room.
“Home.” You respond as you pull your underwear back on. You shouldn’t have come here tonight.
Jack picks his t-shirt up off the floor and hands it to you. “It’s late, y/n. Let’s go to bed and I’ll bring you home in the morning.”
You hesitate for a moment as you stare at his shirt in your hands. You shouldn’t stay the night. Deep down you know that but you’d been drinking earlier and it’s always harder to resist your feelings for him when you’ve got a little alcohol in your system.
“Do you want some water?” He asks you as he pulls on his boxers and shorts. He knows you’re not going anywhere.
You put his t-shirt on and nod. “Are my makeup wipes still in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, right where you left them baby.” He goes into the kitchen to get you both some water as you make your way into the bathroom to take off your makeup and put your hair up.
Even though he said it, you’re a little surprised to find your things exactly where you left them. You didn’t think you were the only girl he had over but your basket of things on the corner of his bathroom counter had you questioning your beliefs.
Once you’re both back in bed, he pulls you close to his chest, kissing your forehead before resting his cheek against your head. “Good night, y/n.”
“Good night, Jack.” You know tomorrow you’re going to wake up and regret falling back into his bed. But with the way he’s holding you right now, it’s easy to let yourself believe that he actually has feelings for you. “This is the last time.”
“Okay.” He chuckles and presses a kiss into your hairline. “Whatever you say.”
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whats da band lore how did they do dat
okay if i’m going to answer this question it’s gonna be LONG (also cannon does not apply here yall im making this shit UP)
noya and yn are childhood friends who kinda discovered punk music together at a very young age
like they were seven listening to agent orange together
yn liked how angry and passionate it is and noya liked how high energy and badass it is
yn’s favorite bands/biggest influences were skinned teen, gitogito hustler, and melt-banana
noya’s were sicilian blood, social distortion, and minor threat
yn was obsessed with learning guitar. she would take books out from the library and imagine she was playing on a fake one & would ‘practice’ and memorize as much of the technical terms as she could & this was how she learned to read sheet music
noya’s grandfather got him a guitar as gift one day and he let yn actually practice on it in exchange for teaching her what she knew
so they were self taught guitar players together 🥹
and they always knew they wanted to start a band but they were both guitar players and two guitar players does not a band make
yn was willing to learn bass too but even if she did they would still need a drummer
enter: tanaka
(influences: fugazi. that’s it. that man loves fugazi)
they met in middle school and the day they met tanaka it was like they were life long friends
like that bond was instant
and one day they were hanging out at noya’s house and tanaka saw his guitar was he was like “oh you play”
“yeah we both play guitar we wanna start a band but we can’t find anyone who can drum”
“oh i can drum. does that help?”
“???? yes???”
and so tanaka became the drummer and that’s when they started having practices
at first they were so bad
like
so so bad
yn tried to play bass but was not the best at it and yn and noya kept arguing over who did vocals bc neither one of them wanted to do it
until one day yn said “you know if you’re the frontman and the vocalist you’ll get the most attention from girls” and that did it for him
only problem was tanaka wanted to be a vocalist after that too
they mostly just played covers at first but noya was writing his own songs too
he’d mostly write lyrics and yn would mostly write music but most of the time neither were very good until tanaka came in and edited what they were working on
their sound was extremely sloppy and unrefined but by the time they entered high school their technical skills had improved a lot
except for yn’s bass playing. she hated it and practiced as little as she could
so one day during their first year of high school the band made a ton of posters asking bass players to come try out
enter: yachi
(now yachi did NOT like punk music. her influences were more like: the strokes, pixies, elliot smith)
yachi plays A LOT of instruments
clarinet? she’s a pro. cello? of course. girl can even play the harp.
she’s an extremely technically gifted bass player
post-high school yachi has really come into herself and gained a ton of confidence but high school yachi was still timid as hell
she saw the flyer and though it would be a lot of fun to put her skills to use in a creative way
but then she showed up to their after school practice spot, flyer in hand and shaking like a leaf
two scary looking dudes and perhaps even a scarier looking girl? yeah no. she’s out
but she couldn’t get away. yn was so excited at not just the prospect of having a bass player finally join them but also another girl? she dragged yachi back there lmao
and even though yachi was so visibly anxious that all sort of melted away when she started playing and she became the coolest most confident person alive
they were actually sort of blown away the first time they heard her play. like the band was like !!! you might be too good for us to tell you the truth
yn was on her hands and knees begging her to join
so she did! and was very happy to feel so wanted and included
and then with the addition of yachi that’s when they really started to get good
while noya and yn were self taught and though still pretty knowledgeable, yachi had a lot of technical knowledge that really helped them grow
and they started practicing more and more
like too much maybe
their grades suffered
but they really improved a lot and halfway through their second year, they played their first show
it was a disaster
so extremely chaotic
they had nothing set up right and they kept having to stop their set to fix shit and they got heckled and yn threatened to skin the person and from there they were politely asked to stop the set early
it was bad
they realized they needed more help
enter: kiyoko
(she doesn’t play any instruments but her favorite musicians/bands are mazzy star, fiona apple, and the cardigans)
they had met kiyoko before
they were all hanging out together when tanaka tried to talk to her and yn got so embarrassed to be seen with him she hit the back of his head and apologized on his behalf
kiyoko kinda got attached to yn from there; she didn’t have a lot of super close friends & she appreciated her consideration of her feelings
and they started to grow closer and yn, yachi, and kiyoko started to hang out a lot more
it was really good for all of them
yn didn’t have a lot of friends and she was really grateful to be with people who didn’t judge her for her more alternative persona
yachi kept getting more and more confident and felt like she was discovering herself
kiyoko was always very timid and was not the best at initiating conversations or being part of a group but she felt no pressure hanging out with yn and yachi and talking to them was so easy for her
so they got really close
so naturally after the disaster performance yn and yachi were complaining to kiyoko
who said without really thinking much of it “i can help you guys out”
so she did
it was super overwhelming at first because there’s a lot of things to keep track of and a lot of technical things to learn
but kiyoko really loved helping them out
and the more she learned the more she started to offer input or take initiative
tanaka and noya of course loved this
their natural instinct was to act like freaks around her but yn kept that in check
with a lot of threats
and occasionally following through on the threats
and kiyoko started to feel like a member of their band
and they always practiced with her and listened to her critiques and followed her advice
her input and guidance are extremely valuable and half of the reason they’re still a band
tanaka was so in love with her from the start and the more dedicated she became to the band the worse it got
he was so in love with her he didn’t even notice that she eventually started to show signs that she might feel the same way
it only took 6 months for them to start dating and the only person who was surprised was tanaka
it took a LONG time for them to record their first album
it was a mess
a lot of arguing
a lot of clashing opinions
but after writing and rewriting and recording and rerecording
they finally put together a full length album
12 songs, 39 minutes
it’s a little rough and sloppy but hey
that’s punk
and they were all really proud of it
they’ve since put out one ep with 6 shorter tracks
they’re working on their second one now but hey. albums are a lot of effort to make
but tanaka keeps saying it’s going to be the greatest album of all time (it won’t be)
and that’s the freaking band lore
if you made it to the end. you’re a real one
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Hi I saw your v-day prompt list and I was wondering if I could get a billy hargrove x reader with number 27."will you just hold me please" I would really love it<3
One Last Goodbye
Summary: When Vecna plays with your mind, you get to see Billy one last time
Warnings: kinda hurt/comfort??? like reader gets closure with billy, also reader is described to be shorter than him (also also not proofread lol)
Word Count: 670
Notes: listen, i know i said i was just gonna write fluffy stuff, but cmonnnnnn i gotta throw some angst in there
You couldn't really tell where you were exactly, the blue fog obscuring anything at least seven feet in front of you. All you knew was Vecna was messing with you and pulled you into your mind. You didn't know why he was chose you, but now you were on a street, surrounded by fog.
You tried to keep yourself calm as you looked around, trying to find a way out. You turned in a circle, hoping to see through the fog. When you faced forward again, you saw a silhouette in the fog, walking closer and closer.
"W-who's there?" You called into the fog.
The silhouette got closer and closer before the fog parted in front of you. You gasped, cupping your hand over your mouth in shock as you stumbled back a few steps.
Billy.
"Oh my god," you uttered softly, your shock becoming confusion. "How...?"
"I wish I knew, sweetheart," he answered, stepping closer. Once he was right in front of you, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth and taking your hands in his, you noticed his eyes were glossed over with tears. "I'm so happy to see you again."
"This...this isn't real. Vecna's making me see you, you're not real," you quickly blurted as tears starting to well in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat. "You can't be real."
"Oh, baby," he cooed, pulling you into a tight hug. He let you cry into his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head. He felt your trembling arms immediately wrap around him tightly, like you were afraid to let him go because he'd disappear.
Maybe he would. He didn't even know where he was before suddenly being on a road surrounded with fog. He just started to walk forward with hopes to find something, and he did.
He found you. The last time he saw you, you were crying while you held him in your arms. He didn't really feel his death, he was too focused on you. He felt like he slipped into a different reality, and maybe he did. He didn't know, but he didn't care enough to figure it out because you weren't with him anymore.
Yet, here you were, crying into his chest.
Billy pressed a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away just enough to meet your gaze. He brought his hands to your facing, cupping your cheeks as he thumbs wiped away the stray tears.
"How are you here? Did you...are you dead?" He asked, the sudden realization that you could've died hitting him and making him panic.
"I-I don't know. I don't think I'm dead," you reassured him, "but where are we?"
"I don't know, sweetheart."
Then, faintly, you heard music playing. It sounded far away at first, then it sounded like it was getting closer and closer. It was your favorite song, your friends were trying to save you.
"I don't have much time, Billy. I want you to know that I love you and I'm sorry that I didn't save you-"
"Hey, don't apologize, okay? No one knew what was going to happen. I'm lucky I got to be with you when I did because I love you. And I'm lucky to see you again, even if it isn't for long."
The music was getting louder by the second.
"Will you just hold me please?" You asked softly. "I don't want to let you go again."
Billy didn't answer. He did as you asked, wrapping his arms around you as tight as he could without hurting you. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, knowing this was going to be your last moments together. He didn't want to let you go, but he knew deep down that if you stayed, it would do more damage than good. He quickly came to terms that this was your last goodbye.
"I love you, Billy," you said weakly, your voice shaking with emotion.
"I love you, too, sweetheart. Goodbye."
#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove fanfic#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargrove x you#billy hargrove angst#stranger things fan fiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fan fic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things x reader
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is that ight?
an: hi guys! im back hopefully for long and just wanna say that this is something that didnt take me long to write because i wanted it to be kinda short for my little return!🤭
summary: jack is ranting to you about his problems and your trying your best to help him not wanting him to give up on anything.
jack had just got home from the studio, his eyes were baggy and his hair was messy.
you were sitting on the sofa waiting for jack, even though it was two in the morning.
“jack hun you look tired…”
“just a little, lets go to bed” jack didnt wait for a response and he started walking upstairs and heading to the bedroom while you followed behind
at first, jack didnt even bother taking off his clothes, being to tired to even more after he sat on the bed “jack hun.. i know you’re tired but you need to undress” you say taking off his jacket
jack groans but eventually start undressing, he keeps on his wife-beater and boxers on and lays down
you pull him on top of you, his head resting on your chest as you scratch his scalp lightly
—
the next morning when you woke up, jack was already getting ready to go to the studio
“jack.. your overworked, stay home”
“i cant—im on a high right now! my new song just got higher then first class, everyone’s still expecting me to make new music and i cant take any days off, not right now at least maybe in a few weeks”
“jack you need a break..” “well i want to be able to spoil you and i cant do that if i keep taking breaks” “keep taking breaks? baby.. this would be your first break in four weeks.. sit down” you say patting the bed as you sit up
“why do you feel like that?”
no airports and no flights thats how i wanna live my life, is that ight?
“i—i dont even know.. i just feel like i need to work or everything i have is gonna come crashing down.. like everything i worked for is gonna fall apart, i dont even care about all the cars, and the jewelry.. but i want just a little but even with just a little i feel like im wasting so much”
no sport cars and no ice, okay maybe a little ice, we all got a lil’ vice
“jack hun.. you can want everything in the world and you can get it if you can afford it—wanting something and getting it doesn’t mean that your overdoing it, you see people with seven cars but they can get them because they like them, not because they want to have fame for it”
“but i feel like sometimes its to much, and theres even more to it.. sometimes i hate when fans come up to me and want a whole lot of pictures, i dont mind saying hi or asking for one picture but they keep going and i also feel like me and some of the pg are falling out because of me working so much we dont talk alot…”
no selfies just say hi, im so healthy and alive 4L we them same guys equity for my dogs only time you see gang signs.
“jack not wanting people to come up to you a lot is normal it doesn’t make you a bad person and it shouldn’t make you feel bad, not everyone likes that.. and people lose friends, but if its pg dont you think you should schedule a meet up for all of you, or most of you to hang out and catch up?”
jack shifts his body, not facing you anymore “i want to, i do i wanna hang out with them and i want to stay strong with them but also i dont want to stop my working and my music for it”
im looking to change lives i already changed mine
you take his face in your hands making him face you again “jack people have to move on with there lives sometimes.. everyone cant just wait for inspiration they just have to take a chance, lots of people are impatient and want you to release music or your opinion or what you think when they want it..”
the times not stop waiting for the inspiration, they say its a flaw being impatient but…
jack huffs “ok..okay ill take a break from working.. ill take a week long break and ill set boundaries with fans and ill talk to pg..”
i just want peace i dont want no smoke
#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow x you#jack harlow concepts
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gn!reader x Alphonse
Word Count: 1,078
(This piece briefly references the "Summer Eve w/ Your Pastel Punk Boyfriend" vid from like 4yrs ago.)
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"Music?" Al cocked his head slightly.
"Yeah! Remember when we got ice cream the other week? At the beach, you said if I was interested we could hang out sometime. Your suggestion of lying around and listening to music actually sounded really nice. That is if you're cool with that?" you said, your eyes scanning around the store, lightly bitting at the corner of your bottom lip.
oh-
"Uh yeah, yeah! That would be cool. I close up shop in a little over an hour. Is that alright?" He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Sure thing! I'll come back then!" You said, waving as you headed out the door.
fuck they're cute
The shop had been a wasteland the rest of the day, so Alphonse eventually decided to close the shop a little early. The second the doors were locked and lights were out, he scrambled to clean his apartment. The clothes on the bedroom floor got kicked into the closet. The dishes beside the kitchen sink were cleaned in record time. Just before he heard a knocking at the shop's doors, he was able to tidy up the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Al ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the apartment one last time before answering the door.
"Hey there, come on in," he motioned inside.
"Again, feel free to grab anything you'd like from the shop," he said, locking the door once again behind him.
"Thanks, my day was kinda shitty, so I appreciate this," you admit. As you pass the rows of shelves stocked with delicious sweet treats, you snatch a KitKat from a basket as you walk beside Al to the back door.
"Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you wanna talk about it…?" He offered.
"Nah, it's not that serious. I just wanna chill and forget about it," you say, chomping directly into the top of the KitKat bar, which makes Al chuckle and admittedly cringe a little. You pause for a moment once you've reached the vaguely familiar living quarters you visited once before. Absentmindedly, you chew at your lip, taking in the apartment properly this time. Alphonse briefly looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he watches you bite your lip innocently. As nonchalantly as possible, Al ducked behind you and made his way over to the kitchen. Now out of sight, a deep breath to regain his composure.
"Make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna grab some water. You want anything to drink?" he called out.
"I'm alright, thanks!" you call back, oblivious to Al's fluster. You wander over to the living room and sit in front of the couch on the carpet with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. You watch Al enter the room carrying a deck of cards, a baby blue speaker, and a glass of water. Upon reaching you, he places the water down on a little coffee table and hands you the speaker to which you're making little grabby hands.
"I thought it'd be fun to have something to do while we listen to music." Al gestured to the cards in his hand. As you eagerly queue up a list of songs, Alphonse begins to shuffle the deck of cards.
"So what games do we know how to play?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Crazy Eights, Slap Jack, Rummy, Black Jack, uhh… Go Fish?" he reeled off.
"Ooo, it's been a minute since I've played any card game," you pondered your options for a moment.
"Let's start out with Crazy Eights, I definitely know that one!" you decide. Alphonse deals out seven cards each, his head nodding in beat with the song pouring out of the speaker.
The first few turns passed slowly as you both sorted your cards and got into the rhythm of the game. Alphonse found it silly how much strategy you were trying to implement in a game he believed to be mostly chance. After several rounds of skill, luck, and shit-talking, you were both tied.
"We need a tiebreaker," you declare, reaching for the deck of unorganized cards.
Al sarcastically said, "Obviously, the town would be devastated if we didn't determine which of us is the Crazy Eight's champion," rolling his eyes with a grin. Thus began an intense game (mainly for you) for the crown and title of official Crazy Eights champion.
Rolling the bottom of your lip under your teeth, you surveyed your cards intently, plotting your next move as if money were on the line. Alphonse smiled softly as he watched you concentrate. His heart flutters at the way you nibble at your lips, causing them to swell and redden. Your expression delates with defeat and your eyebrows furrow as you realize you have to pick up cards from the draw pile. A warm bubbly feeling swells in Al's chest, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss yo-
"AH HA!" You shout triumphantly, making Al jump slightly at the sudden outburst as you proudly display an eight or spades.
"I call clubs babyyyy," you declare smugly, knowing damn well Al didn't have a single club card in his hand. Alphonse chuckled as you slid the entire draw deck towards his side of the table.
"You're something else, you know that?" he shook his head, drawing his seventh card.
As the night wore on, you and Alphonse continued to play card games and listen to music, occasionally pausing to chat about life and share stories. Any tension or fluster Al once felt had melted into a comfortable ease, it felt lovely to open up to someone like this again. As the clock struck midnight, you both decided it was time to call it quits.
"Thanks for tonight, Alphonse. I had a lot of fun," you said,
standing up from the floor to stretch.
"I did too. We should do this again sometime," he replied, walking you to the door.
"Goodnight," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.
"Goodnight," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body.
As you walked home under the beautiful night sky, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe there was something there between you and Alphonse, something worth exploring. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content basking in the glow of a wonderful evening.
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The End!
Thanks again @sleeplessdreamer14 for the req/idea! <3
I'm not exactly sure why this is the story route I went down, but I must really want to play a card game or something considering this is the second piece I've written where card games are involved lol.
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