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slowandsteddie · 9 months

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Part Two is here

Steve likes to clean headstones at cemeteries.

CW: drug mentions, weed being smoked, glossed over panic attack (I didn’t want to write on it too much), and Steve is so incredibly lonely.

3018 words. Not edited but I was EXCITED.

Steve had always enjoyed going to the cemetery. He had family buried there, sure, but that wasn’t what he went for.

He was the kind of guy who went to clean off the older headstones that no one else did. There was just something so honest and relaxing in giving people their names back.

A water bottle, a soft bristle toothbrush, and an old credit card were all he took out of the car with him whenever he parked. Steve cleaned in sections, giving each stone the time and care it needed to get all of the dirt and grime off of it and out of the names. As soon as the names were clean, he’d gently place his fingers over them and smile.

“Hello, Clarence.” He said softly. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

The only answer was a slight breeze and a crow cawing.

“Hello, my love,” he said to the bird before carefully pushing himself to his feet.

His knees were sore. That headstone required a lot more precision as it was a lot older and one wrong move would probably leave it crumbling. He had told the front office a few times about it, but they wouldn’t take care of it.

“We can’t make money upkeeping stones of people who have no family left to mourn them.”

He lost track of how many times he had been told that. It didn’t stop him from cleaning the stones and letting whoever was the receptionist that day know.

When he was done for the evening, he’d allow himself to bask in the peace that came over him and warmed him. He’d have a smile on his face that lasted until he got home.

The contentment would leave as soon as he saw that big house that he lived in. His parents were never home and he had no siblings to help him fill the empty halls with noise.

Steve used to throw a lot of parties, just so he would have other people under his roof with him. He hadn’t done that since the night that Nancy called their relationship bullshit and then immediately got into one with Johnathan. It hurt him more deeply than he could express, but it was a much needed wake up call.

The Upside Down was another wake up call, but he tried to ignore that one.

Now, if he wasn’t at work or hanging out with The Party as they liked to call themselves, he was cleaning headstones until he had to leave. He thought it was ridiculous that the cemetery closed at night. If he could, he’d probably stay the night in the mausoleum just so that the people resting there would know that they weren’t forgotten about. Not while he still had air in his lungs.

Most people would tell him that there were healthier things to do with his time. Less morbid things in any case. But he felt so alive when he was alone with the stones and birds. It was better than being alone with half a house he wasn’t even supposed to go into.

His room, the kitchen, the bathroom. That was what his parents wanted him to confine himself to. Not even the living room because he wasn’t supposed to have guests over when they weren’t home. And they were never fucking home.

Steve parked the car in the driveway and stared at that stupid fucking door that had nothing behind it and sighed. Deeply. The car was still running and his fingers tapped on the steering wheel.

No.

He couldn’t do it. Not tonight. He couldn’t stand the thought of being so utterly alone right now.

So, he backed out of the driveway and started driving again. He wasn’t even really sure of where he was headed, just that he wasn’t going to that house right now. If he went too far, he was going to have to stop for gas at some point and he didn’t get paid for a few more days. That meant he might go hungry for a day. That was fine. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

Eventually, he found himself at the trailer park. Wayne’s truck wasn’t there, but the van was. A good sign that Eddie was home and that his uncle was at work.

This time, Steve did turn off the car when he parked. A moment of hyping himself up later, Steve got out of the car and went to knock on the front door. Thirty seconds after that, he heard someone tripping over something. Then the door opened.

The smell of cigarette smoke rolled out into the fresh air and he couldn’t help but to breathe a little deeper.

Eddie looked good, his long curly hair pulled into a messy bun and baggy sweats hanging a little low on his hips. Any other circumstance, and Steve was pretty sure he’d feel blessed that he got to see Munson without a shirt on. He might have been scrawny but those tattoos were a work of art. He was a work of art. Fuck.

Steve had to blink a few times to realize that the other male had been talking to him.

“Sorry. Rough night,” he explained. Though, it hadn’t been rough until he started thinking about being alone. Again.

“How can I help?” Eddie’s voice was smooth and Steve had to swallow before he could reply.

“Do you, uh, have anything left in that lunch pail?”

“Is Steve Harrington really at my door, asking to buy weed from me?”

“Is that a yes or a no answer, Eddie Munson?”

“It’s a get in here and give me a minute answer.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He went inside as soon as Eddie moved out of the way before closing the door behind him. He ran a hand through his hair as he took another step, just so he wasn’t right against the door.

Eddie wandered off, back to his room probably, and Steve stayed where he was. He looked around the small place and realized that this was a home. A place that was lived in, a place where love resided. His house could never compare. It was bigger and in better condition, but that meant nothing to him.

“You’re in luck, I have a baggie with your name on it.”

“I swear to god if you just used that sharpie to write The Hair on that bag…”

Eddie tossed the sharpie away from himself and whistled innocently. Steve wanted to be annoyed, but he actually laughed.

“So. How much?”

Eddie tilted his head.

“For the stuff?” Steve continued.

“You’re going to buy and smoke it, but you draw the line at saying weed?”

It should be illegal for someone to look that good while being that condescending.

“How much for the weed, Eddie?” Steve gave in.

“For you? I’ll take ten bucks.”

“Damn,” He replied as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. “That’s highway robbery.” A sly smile tugged at his lips as he pulled out a Hamilton and held it out for the older male.

Eddie took it and put the baggy in Steve’s still outstretched hand. “Now get out of here. I have a reputation.”

“You? What reputation?” He teased.

Eddie grinned. “The one where I don’t hang out with jocks. See you tomorrow, Harrington.”

“Not if I see you first, Munson.”

Steve shook his head before heading toward the door. Their interaction kept him warm all the way home.

That time when he arrived in his driveway, he stayed there. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and locked the doors to the vehicle before walking around the side of the house to get to his backyard. He knew better than to get into the pool while home alone, even if he was on the swim team. But that wasn’t where he was headed. He kept walking until he was in the woods, at his usual haunt.

He had built himself a little structure that was barely big enough for two people. It was tight and comfortable. Very underwhelming compared to the house that constantly felt like Too Much. He sat down on the small pile of pillows and wrapped a blanket around himself in an attempt to get that warm feeling back from his interaction with Eddie.

He grabbed his bong, which was always in his little hut, and the nearby water bottle before setting it up. Next he grabbed the lighter and flicked it a few times to make sure that it still worked. He didn’t smoke weed a lot, a baggy could probably last him a few months, but sometimes he just needed to be under the influence in order to handle being in his room. With the hazy feeling, it was easier to pretend that there was someone in the other room. Or, at least easier to believe that it could be true.

One hit was all it took for him to realize that Eddie had given him the good stuff. A huge smile tugged at his lips. He’d make him some cookies or something to thank him. He’d have to come up with a good excuse to stop by that Hellfire table at school and drop off a plate, but he could figure it out later. When he got that far.

A second hit gave him the feeling that he was after. Steve felt so cool when he realized that he didn’t choke like he usually did. He took care of everything properly before hiding the weed under the pillows that he had been sitting on.

He wandered back to his house, feeling a little better about the whole Alone Situation, and went in through the backdoor so he wouldn’t have to walk around the house again. Steve got a few steps away before remembering to go back and make sure that the door was locked. That had him checking all of the rest of the doors and even the windows.

When he got to his room, he stripped down to his boxers before crawling between the sheets. He pulled the covers up to his chin and snuggled in before closing his eyes and letting his mind wander until he fell asleep.

—

It was five o’clock in the morning when Steve’s eyes flashed open. His heart was pounding as he worked on untangling himself from the sheets. Trapped. He felt trapped.

Somehow, he ended up on the floor with a solid thud that knocked the wind out of him. He was gasping, but at least he was free of the blanket that had him pinned in place before.

“F-fuck,” he groaned as the tears started to slide down his face.

He gave himself a few minutes before forcing himself to his feet and stumbling to the bathroom. Shower. He needed a shower. So that was exactly what he did.

One fifteen minute cold shower later, Steve was feeling more himself again. He dried off and got dressed before taking his time to make sure that his hair was perfect.

After all of that it was still too early to head to school, which meant that he found himself going to the kitchen and pulling out the ingredients to make some chocolate chip cookies. It was a safe choice. Everyone loved chocolate chips and there were no nuts in case someone had an allergy.

A double batch of cookies later, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” Steve greeted, cradling the receiver between his ear and shoulder as he wiped his hands on the apron that he had put on before he started baking. He adjusted the phone onto his hand as he straightened up. “Hello?”

“Stevie!” His mother’s voice came across the line. “We’ll be home for a few weeks soon!”

“That’s great, mom. I can’t wait to hear about this adventure.” It was hard to sound excited.

All that complaining about an empty house and knowing his parents were coming back didn’t help. His mother would fuss for a day or two. His father would act like it hadn’t been months since they’ve seen each other. They’d probably even ignore him as usual, to be honest. His parents tended to think that making sure the bills were paid was more than enough. It wasn’t. Steve was done trying to convince them of that, though.

They talked for a few minutes, her words not really sinking in. Then he hung up and leaned against the wall, trying to convince himself to not cry. He took a deep breath and almost called Eddie before just hanging up the phone again and walking away from it.

Steve slid all of the cookies into a Tupperware container before grabbing his backpack and heading out to the car.

He was still going to be too early for school.

Which meant that he headed to the cemetery to clean a few headstones beforehand.

—

Steve was rolling through the motions, something that no one picked up on despite his reputation as King Steve. He was grateful for that.

His morning classes blurred together and then it was lunch time. He didn’t even have an excuse in mind when he walked over to Eddie’s table. If anyone told him anything, he ignored it. Instead, he set his bag down and unzipped it before pulling out the cookies and handing them to the older male who looked at him strangely.

“I didn’t poison them, Munson, jeez.”

Then he was zipping his bag back up and walking over to sit next to Tommy and Carol. Steve tried to focus, but he found himself looking toward the DND group a lot. Eddie was grinning as he wiped some cookie crumbs from his mouth.

Good.

The afternoon classes also passed in a blur, and then he found himself at the cemetery again.

It was a nice place to be, especially on a day like this. It was warm and sunny with a light breeze and some clouds in the sky. A crow was talking to him and he was talking back, saying things like “hello, my love” and “how is my pretty baby today” and “who should get their name back today, hmm?”

Eventually, he did find the headstone he wanted to clean. It was in a corner he hadn’t gotten to yet because of the beehive and swarms of the little stingy friends. Steve was allergic to bee stings, but he was calm and collected as he walked past them. He knelt down and gently brushed away what he could get with his hands before opening the bottle and splashing some water down. Then, he gently used the toothbrush to clean away dirt and moss.

Steve wasn’t sure how much time had passed, though he did look up when he saw a shadow. He was surprised to see Eddie looking down at him.

“Whatcha doing, Harrington?”

He leaned back so he was sitting on his feet and used the back of his hand to push his hair away from his face. There was no use trying to say that this was anything other than what it was.

“I like to give people their names back.” He shrugged. “It’s stupid, I know. But I think that they know they’re being remembered, or at least thought about, when someone can read their name.”

“It’s not stupid, Steve,” Eddie said softly before squatting down on the other side of the headstone.

They looked at each other for what felt like ages. It was probably only seconds. The older male pulled out his handkerchief and gently rubbed away enough that Steve could read the last name on the stone he decided to clean.

Munson.

“Who was she?” He asked softly.

“My aunt. Wayne’s wife.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I barely knew her. But sometimes I come out here because he can’t. And she deserves to be remembered.”

Steve felt like he was seeing Eddie in an all new light. He didn’t want to make the other male think about it too much. Besides, it seemed like he wanted to change the subject.

“I, uh… I come out here almost everyday. Clean different headstones based on who I feel could use it the most that day. I talk to the crows, too. Sometimes I let them pick for me.” He was blushing again.

“Did you bake those cookies?”

Steve was the one grateful for the subject change this time.

“Yeah. This morning. I realized how good of a deal you gave me last night and I just… wanted to thank you.”

“They were amazing.”

“Thank you. That recipe is the only thing I got from my grandma before she passed. She did make me promise to not tell anyone the secret ingredient, though.”

“Was it crack? It tasted like crack. I couldn’t stop eating them.”

Steve laughed at that before pushing himself to his feet and offering Eddie his hand.

“You caught me. I have a huge supply of crack for baking purposes.”

Eddie snorted. “I knew it.”

They released hands and Steve had a feeling that it was reluctantly on both sides, not just his.

“I’m glad you found me.”

“Yeah?” Eddie seemed surprised.

“Yeah. I’m actually highly allergic to bee stings and I might have needed some help with the epi-pen if one got me.”

They both laughed at that, though Steve did notice that he was being guided away from the stingy friends after that. The hand on the small of his back felt like friendship, though he’d never say it.

Once they were far enough from the bees that the older male stopped feeling the need to keep them walking, Steve met his gaze.

“What about your reputation?” He joked.

“What about it? Just because I don’t hang out with jocks doesn’t mean that I’m going to let one die because they wanted to give my aunt her name back.”

“I think you might have a soft spot for me,” Steve joked.

“Yeah,” Eddie murmured while glancing at Steve’s lips. Their eyes met again. “Maybe I do.”

Let me know if I should do a part two.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #Rory writes #these boys mean the world to me #your honor they are in love #slowandsteddie

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harrysfolklore · 2 years

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bandmate!yn and harry getting ice cream?? i can’t wait to see the blurb lol

this was supposed to be a small concept but i got carried away bc i missed them, i hope you like this !

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“I can’t believe you don’t have an ice cream machine as part of the tour catering.” YN said as she walked around the dining area of Chicago’s United Center, they were there to perform five sold out shows as part of Harry’s Love On Tour residencies, and it was safe to say that the couple was having a blast being on the road together again.

“Well love, we’re trying to keep a healthy menu, you know, life on the road could take a toll on you if you don’t take care of yourself.” he told his girlfriend as he sipped on a kale and kiwi smoothie, his favorite post work out snack.

“Ugh, health freak, that you are,” she moved to stand close to him, putting her hands on his biceps and making him wrap his hands around her waist, throwing her head back so she could give him her best doe eyes that she knew would make him fold “Let’s go get some ice cream, please?” she asked, putting on her soft voice and the way he rolled his eyes with affection and curved his lips into a small smile told her that she got what she wanted.

“You know body doesn’t like when I eat a lot of sugar, specially after a workout,” his statement earned him a grunt from his girlfriend “Then you can get a yogurt one with no toppings, let’s go.” she demanded this time and grabbed his hand guiding him to exit the room, he could only let out a small laugh and do as his girlfriend said.

With his blue adidas jacket and red sneakers he stood behind his girlfriend in line to get her desired ice cream, gently placing his arm around her shoulders, it’s well known that Harry is a private person and normally not a fan of PDA, but with his girl everything just felt different; he wouldn’t miss a chance of holding her hand or kissing her temple, even if they were in public.

“I’m really craving a vanilla one with sprinkles and chocolate syrup, or maybe caramel syrup and chocolate chips, yeah that sounds better,” she rambled as her eyes scanned the menu, he only let out a breathy laugh and pecked her cheek, at this point he was sure some prying eyes and cameras were focused on them, but he decided to pay no mind to them and just get his girlfriend her oh so wanted ice cream.

“Don’t you think that’s too much sugar, baby? There’s healthier options on the menu,” he said with the mere purpose of annoying her, he knows she’s not fond of the healthy food he often forces her to get “If you try to go all health freak on me one more time, we’re breaking up,” her tone was serious she looked up at him and pursed her lips, demanding for a kiss which he was happy to give her, “H look, that dog is so adorable, he’s looking at you,” she said pointing out a dog and its owner who were standing in front of them, the puppy was in fact looking at them curiously “He’s so cute H, go pet him,” she spoke again, excitement in her voice over the small dog and Harry couldn’t help but melt as his girlfriend.

They found out that the dog’s name was slim and his owner was super nice, Harry scratched the back of his ear and pet him for a while and YN was almost drooling at the sight of her boyfriend being so domestic, after a small chat with the owner and with their desserts in hand, they headed out of the small ice cream show and walked hand in hand towards the venue again.

“You know, we should adopt a puppy once we’re done with the tour,” Harry casually said after having some of his yogurt ice cream with no toppings, just as YN said he would get, “That’s probably the best idea that you’ve come up with but we can’t adopt a puppy together if we live in different houses,” his girlfriend told him as they reached the back entrance of the arena, Harry opening the door for her and following behind, “Well then, you should just move in with me and we can be a happy little family, with a pet and all,” the smile on his face was evident, sharing his house with his girl was something he had been wanting from the moment they made it official during his last tour, and right now, after a year of being together and his love for her only growing strong every day, he knew it was time to take that step.

“Are you sure that you want me to live in your house? I’ll be in your hair all the time, you’ll get annoyed and break up with me,” she tried to joke but it was evident that her insecurities were creeping in, and Harry could only grab her face and place a tender kiss on her lips, “I’m sure, there’s nothing i’d love more than to see your hoodies, guitar picks, those posters you’ve kept since you were 18 in your room, in my house. So yeah, I’m sure” his words instantly made her melt, she still couldn’t believe that she was lucky enough to call this man her boyfriend.

“I love you, H,” she told him sincerely, taking in the intimate moment, “And I love you, bandmate.” he obnoxiously pecked her face multiple times making her laugh, a new chapter was waiting for them when the tour was over.

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jazz-bazz · 3 months

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a fluffy raindrop inspired by my first synthesis step that didn't work because of the same reason it doesn't work for rain... the difference being i didn't get a picnic under the stars... also instead of getting a day off, i skipped half a lab day to get to band practice for an event... the luck these ghouls get *sigh* im jealous...

creds to @sexy-sea-basss for the lake picnic idea! 🖤

didnt plan on posting this today but after the heartbreak that is @alwaysjustmina ‘s whispers (love it so much) 😭… @webbyghoul and i figured we’d need raindrop fluff asap

The Day Off

The week can’t get any longer if you ask Rain, and it’s only Tuesday. He’s been working on just this one step since Wednesday last week, which is already ridiculous, especially the 3 days spent trying to isolate a product, or at least something. They’ve got to have something because on Friday Mist will ask for a weekly report. They’ve been losing sleep and surviving on energy drinks and protein bars, though sometimes Dew would stop by with ‘healthier’ snacks.

The problem is not with synthesizing the substance, he thinks, although they wouldn’t know, they haven’t taken any spectrums yet, because the substance just don’t want to be isolated from the rest of the shit. They’ve tried all sorts of of solvents, n-Pentane, ethylacetate, diethylether, in various ratios, but nothing is working. The fucking polar nitro group they have in their substance is making it harder to isolate, even if they manage to do it the yield wouldn’t be good. They could change the starting material and methods, but they need to talk about it with Mist first when she’s back from her work trip, probably sometime later today. But damn if he isn’t going to wear themself out by trying their hardest.

They’ve talked with Mountain and Swiss too, asking for ideas and opinions, even chatted a bit with Cumulus. But none of their suggestions work, it got closer with the ratio of solvents that Cumulus suggested, they could already see a bit of difference in the TLC he did earlier, but it’s still not separated enough for the column chromatography. Now they’re just sitting at his desk fidgeting with Bap, sometimes bringing it close to his nose so they get Dew’s calming scent.

“I have returned from the hell known as human science convention with old men who has no respect for women!” Rain suddenly hears, Mist is back, there may be a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Mist! Hi, how was the trip?” Rain asks, to be nice and even though he’s dying to ask her about their problem.

“Rainy, darling! It was annoying, they keep not believing me when I said I’m a participant in the convention and not the catering staff, ughhh. But enough about me, you seem down, what happened?” Mist sees the tired look in Rain’s face, the dark circles under their eyes, and the slump in his shoulder, not to mention the way they were staring into space clutching that crochet plushie of his when she first came in.

“Oh, Mist, nothing is working, I’ve been trying to isolate my product but none of the solvent ratios I tried worked, I even asked Cumulus and Mountain and Swiss and they have no idea either. Could I maybe get permission to redo the reaction with a different starting material? I can even propose to you a new reaction mechanism to get the same result right now, I have thought a lot about this, it just doesn’t work with this one. Or even if it works, the yield would be bad, and-“

“Rain, Rain, stop for a second. Take a deep breath, come on,” Mist smiles softly at her protegee, “Okay. You’re good?”

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know,” Rain sighs.

“Here’s my decision, you are hereby dismissed for today, and also tomorrow, go get some rest, spend a day in bed, go swim, whatever, you’re far too stressed. You can show me your idea on Thursday. And because I know you’re just gonna stay here and stress some more. I will get Omega to let Dew off early and distract you, maybe you’ll even get your first kiss from him today. Got it?”

“Wait, what? No I can do it, we can discuss it now and because it needs to be cooked overnight I can do it today and tomorrow start with the work up, I’m fine Mist,” Rain pointedly ignores the last part.

“No, you’re not. You need sleep and to eat more than coffee and candy bars. My decision is final, you are hereby banned from this room and the labs for the rest of today and tomorrow, go pack your things,” Mist says while gently pushing on Rain’s shoulders to get them to their desk and start packing up, “Meanwhile I’m going to call Omega. Your things better be already in your bag when I get back.”

With a sigh (so much sighing today) Rain starts to save all the documents on his computer and shut it down, stuffing their journal and tablet and the rest of his things into their rucksack. And then he waits for Mist.

“Your knight in shining armour will be coming in about 15 minutes!”

“More like in hoodies and ripped jeans,” Rain mutters.

“Aw don’t be so glum, Rainy darling, your project will be fine if you take a 1.5 days rest, you know. Then Thursday you can start with a fresh brain!”

“I guess… Thank you Mist, best boss I could’ve ask for,” Rain goes to hug their mentor.

“Hello my dearest loveliest bestest friend ever in the whole wide world both here and below! Thank you for the day off because Aether’s been getting all up my business today, and I am half a second away from burning his journals,” Dew announces as he barges into the office, “I have plans that involve a lake and snacks from the diner with no chemical reactions in the vicinity. Up and at it, bestie!”

“Fucking hell Dew, how can you still have this much energy?”

“By sleeping on time and eating enough food to sustain myself through a day full of quantum equations, which you should’ve done by the way, would be wonderful on those eyebags.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Nah, you’re stuck with me because we are besties and you can’t live without me, literally, because we are roommates. Let’s go!”

They stop by the diner to get some food to go, and then their apartment to drop of their things and freshen up, Dew also gets his picnic blankets and a couple of towels and change of clothes for when Rain inevitably jumps into the lake and splash him.

There’s this one secluded lake on the edge of the town that Dew found on accident. Usually they just go to the lake at the Abbey complex, but he feels like this one would be perfect for Rain to wind down without anyone watching, the way to this lake is a bit complicated and requires a bit of hiking, which neither of them minds, they both love to be in nature no matter what.

After parking the car and hiking, Dew asks Rain to put on a blindfold just before the bend that would reveal the lake. It’s because he wants to set up the picnic blankets with food and tea lights he brings for a romantic date under the stars, as it was already getting dark, they got to watch the sunset at the parking lot.

Rain agrees with a bit of grumbling, and with Dew’s guidance they walk together to the edge of the trail heading to the beach, where Dew then leaves Rain for a bit while he sets things up. He talks with Rain the whole time, to reassure Rain that he’s still there, just random chatters mostly, like Aether being annoying that day, the plans the pack has this weekend to go to Zenith because it’s bingo night, the last hockey game they watched, and whatnots. Rain has to admit, it is relaxing to just chill like this, even without being able to see anything, he can already feel the stress seeping out from their body.

“Okay, Rainy, you can take off the blindfold.”

When they take it off, the first thing they see was Dew holding a bouquet of lilies (who knows where he got it from) with a big smile on his face, and then behind him the picnic he set up, complete with a background of the lake and the starry night sky.

They spend a few hours there, snacking on the food while talking, kissing a bit (more like a lot) because there’s no one here and they can forget their running joke of not dating (they are both very serious about keeping up with it), taking a dip in the lake (Rain), and admiring the view of an unglamoured water ghoul in their natural habitat (Dew) before being pulled in by said water ghoul for underwater kisses (best thing ever if you ask Dew).

Then at about midnight they both get out of the water and dry up using the towels Dew had packed, and after finishing the snacks they pack up the blanket and tea lights and knick knacks they bring.

“Thanks for today, Dew,” Rain smiles while leaning in for a kiss, which lasts awhile, before they both pull back and rest their foreheads against the other’s.

“Anything for you, baby,” Dew smiles back, “Now, you ready to go home? We need to get some sleep, I know you have tomorrow off but I still need to come in after lunch for a bit. And you are not allowed to come with me, in fact I am ordering you to stay away from campus, go sleep in, swim, read, whatever, as long as it’s outside of a 5 km radius of the campus. Got it?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Rain smirks, ”Let’s go, I need cuddles in my bed with you.”

#bex keysmash #ghost fics #lab coat au #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mist ghoulette #raindrop

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sunflowernoodles · 1 year

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Movie Night

Can I count this as something different because it’s Tododeku? Probably not, but that doesn’t matter. And multishipping is yes. A bit long and I don’t know if I’m very proud of this but I hope you enjoy it all the same!! 🌻

Lees: Midoriya, Shoto

Lers: Midoriya, Shoto

Ships: Tododeku

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Midoriya and Shoto had been dating a little over a month and the former had invited his boyfriend over to his house for the weekend. Shoto’s house didn’t seem like a good choice for obvious reasons, so Midoriya’s place made the most sense.

“Thanks for coming over, Todoroki.” Midoriya smiled, getting a hint of a smile and nod from Shoto.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Shoto replied, smiling a little more as Midoriya turned away from him to knock on the door. After a minute, Inko opened the door to greet.

“Oh, hello you two! You’re a bit early.” Inko spoke but happily moved to let the two boys inside. “And it’s lovely to see you again, Todoroki.” She smiled.

Shoto returned the smile with a much smaller one, but a smile none the less. “So, what do you two have planned?” Inko asked, leading them to the kitchen where she had some snacks set out.

“We were just gonna watch some movies and maybe play some video games.” Midoriya said as he took a cookie and split it with Shoto, knowing he’d be too nervous to take one by himself. Shoto gave a little nervous smile to his boyfriend before he took a bite.

“Well, that sounds fun. You boys let me know if you need anything, and please! Take some snacks, I made them for you.” Inko offered, noticing how Shoto was about actually taking food without pointing it out.

“We will, thank you, Mom!” Midoriya beamed and he and Shoto took a few more cookies as well as some of the healthier snacks before retreating to Midoriya’s room.

“Your mom is nice.” Shoto finally spoke up, stealing an apple slice from their plate of snacks as they sat on top of Midoriya’s bed. Midoriya smiled

“She really is. But anyways, what kind of movie are you in the mood for?” Midoriya asked and they settled in for the night.

It was dark out now and they were a few movies in. Shoto and Midoriya sat close as they watched the tv in front of his bed, the long empty plate having been moved to the desk.

Shoto had never been able to give movies his full attention, and now that they were on the third, that definitely wouldn’t happen. His eyes drifted down to Midoriya’s arm that he’d been holding for a while now.

Something Shoto learned he liked quiet a bit about his boyfriend, is that he had freckles nearly everywhere, not just on his face. Shoto admired the freckles and old scars adorning Midoriya’s arm for a moment before gently tracing a line down his forearm. Midoriya let out a startled yelp.

“Todoroki, what-“ Midoriya started, more flustered by the affection than anything.

“I’m just looking, sorry” Shoto apologized but kept running his hand across his boyfriend’s arm, making him squirm a little as he tried to keep his arm still.

“I- I know thahat but it- it kind of tickles.” A small giggle slipped past Midoriya’s lips as he spoke. Shoto just gave a small chuckle.

Midoriya being ticklish was anything but a surprise to Shoto being all their friends have tickled him many times. Though he never had himself since he was so distant at the beginning of the year and then too flustered from his feelings for the green haired boy to even try tickling him.

“I know, but you’re fine.” Shoto shrugged. Though after a moment, Shoto wanted more than the one little giggle from a second ago. Shoto’s hand drifted lower on his squirming boyfriends arm as he recalled past times others have tickled him. Then without any warning-

“ShohHOHOtohoho! WahaHAhait!” Midoriya laughed as Shoto was fighting to get a good hold on his hips, only getting a good squeeze in once or twice.

Shoto did eventually get the upper hand and sat himself on Midoriya’s thighs, Midoriya’s shirt rolling up a little from all the commotion. Shoto spotted some more freckles on the now exposed skin.

“Oh look, more freckles.” Shoto said innocently as he ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Midoriya’s hips, making him squeal and arch his back a little.

“SHOHOHOHOHOTOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHA!” Midoriya laughed as Shoto just smiled down at him with a small blush on his face. Midoriya on the other hand was beet red because of the sudden attack and laughing so much from his worst spot getting immediately went after.

Midoriya was laughing so much but found the strength to reach over and lightly tickle Shoto’s knee. Now Midoriya had no clue Shoto was ticklish, he was just hoping it’d do something. And it definitely did.

Shoto moved his leg quickly, being distracted long enough that Midoriya got the upper hand, flipping their positions so Shoto’s back was too the bed. Shoto let out a small yelp of surprise as he stared up at his boyfriend, a small blush spreading across his face again.

“Yohou- that wahas very mean, Shoto.” Midoriya giggled as he took a second to catch his breath. Shoto smiled slightly at the small laugh and from anticipation.

“But anyways, are you ticklish?” Midoriya asked, gently placing his hands around Shoto’s hips and grinning slightly as he felt Shoto tense up underneath him. But even then, Shoto shook his head.

“No, I’m not.” Shoto whispered shyly and shrugged. He squeaked when he felt a small pinch to his side that made him squirm.

“Awe, I think you are though. What about here? Are you ticklish here, Todoroki?” Midoriya teased as he kneaded his thumbs into Shoto’s belly.

Shoto’s eyes widened, a wobbly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth at the sensation, “That- Midoriya, wahait. Plehehease.” Shoto quietly giggled as his legs kicked uselessly behind his boyfriend. Seeing as Midoriya was hardly tickling him and Shoto could easily tickle him back still or ask to be left alone, he continued.

“Wait? Wait for what? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Midoriya said in faux confusion. He then gasped dramatically, “Oh no, Todoroki. You didn’t lie to me, did you?”

For someone that was so easily flustered, Shoto thought it was unfair that Midoriya was so good at teasing. Shoto was brought back from his thoughts when he heard Midoriya speaking.

“Oh, look at that. You have little freckles, too.” Midoriya spoke, poking a few of the little lonely freckles on Shoto’s belly where his shirt had ridden up.

“I- Ihi dohohon’t really thihink those are the sahame thing, Midoriya.” Shoto giggled, squeaking softly at each little poke. Midoriya just smiled at the sight of his happy, giggling boyfriend since he’s almost never seen him like this before.

“Hey, will you care if I do something? Y’know, since you aren’t ticklish?” Midoriya asked with a little pinch to his boyfriend’s side and for now giving him a break.

Shoto thought for a moment and gave a surprisingly playful smile, “Only if you let me tickle you after.” Shoto shrugged and got a small blush from Midoriya in return.

“Fine, I suppose thats fair.” Midoriya sighed, moving to straddle Shoto’s legs as he pushed his shirt up a little further.

Shoto just watched in confusion and curiosity, shivering a little when the cold air from the room hit his bare stomach. He let out a small giggle of anticipation when Midoriya leaned down, expecting something more viscous. But all he did was plant a small kiss on Shoto’s belly wherever there was a small freckle or birthmark or scar.

Shoto gasped softly and smiled, “Wahait, nohoho!” He giggled when Midoriya continued to repeatedly kiss all over his stomach. “Izuhuhuhukuhu!”

“Yes, Shoto ~?” Midoriya asked teasingly, laying his head on Shoto’s stomach, taking to gently scratching up and down the length of Shoto’s side. It was just enough to keep him giggling.

“I dohon’t knohohow.” Shoto whined, an unimaginably wide smile spread across his face as he was honestly happy about the silly display of affection and attention.

“Aww, so you want me tickle you? Okay, Shoto.” Midoriya teased but seemingly, he was correct. The fact Shoto hasn’t moved and his giggles grew to a higher pitch was all he needed to tell.

“You’re suhuhuch a dohohohork.” Shoto giggled when Midoriya went back to kissing anywhere he could on his boyfriend’s stomach, occasionally giving him a raspberry to make him squeal and cause his laughter to go all pitchy.

Shoto laid there relishing in the tickly affection for a few minutes before tapping Midoriya’s shoulder and he backed up and pulled his shirt back down. “Alright, I’m done. Let’s go back to our movies.” Midoriya smiled as he ruffled up Shoto’s hair, but the other quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside him.

“Oh, no. Don’t you remember? You’re next, Izuku.” Shoto teased.

It was safe to say, they weren’t paying attention to their movies for a while.

#bnha tickles #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #lee!midoriya #ticklish!midoriya #sfw tickles #tickle fic #I hate spell checking because I somehow still always miss something

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firstdivisiongirl · 4 months

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Hello, Trafalgar D. Vivi! I would like to request a prompt for your first annual 25 Days of a One Piece Christmas 2023. May I get number 21. But I want this tree! But this one is nicer! with Heracles? Make it fluffy and platonic please. Thank you! I cannot wait I see what your creativity shine through the season! :)

Hi old friend. This was probably the most interesting combination I had for the whole event. I totally forgot about this character, but this was fun to write for a character I never actually wrote for. I hope you like it and Merry Christmas.

Day 17: Heracles - But I want this tree! But this tree is nicer!

You were at a Christmas tree farm with your roommate and bestie Heracles. Every year you two have the same fight: what tree should you two get. And this year was no exception.

The two of you stand in the rows of Christmas trees. They’re all so beautiful and completely different. Some are small and fat while others are tall and skinny. Some would look great as the centerpiece of a town’s Christmas display while others are perfect for a small home like you and Heracles have. Then you saw it! The PERFECT tree. It was nice, not a huge amount of needles and small enough that you wouldn’t have to stand on a chair or ladder to put on lights or ornaments. “Heracles,” you said, smiling from ear to ear, “look!” You led him over to your little Christmas tree. “It’s perfect! It’s not too big, it doesn’t have a ton of needles, so it's less to clean up later. Let’s get it!”

Heracles inspected the tree. Look throughout the whole thing before speaking, “that’s not it. Look at this one!” He led you over to the tree directly to the left of yours. “Now this is a Christmas tree.”

The tree he was referring to was at least the size of Doflamingo (10 ft. tall) with a ton of needles.

“But I want this tree,” you exclaimed, pouting as you pointed to your tree.

“But this tree is nicer,” he continued, “my tree has a better distribution of needles until that tree where there are less needles at the top. Also if you notice the bark on this tree is much healthier. There are less loose or peeling pieces. You should be glad your bestie knows so much about trees. Let’s go find someone to help us get this tree!”

“I need to find a new roommate,” you said under your breath. Maybe one day, you’d both agree on a tree…or get separate houses.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #25 days of a one piece christmas #christmas #christmas event #heracles #Heracles x reader #Heracles x y/n #Heracles x you #Heracles one piece #Heracles op #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #op x y/n #op x reader #op x you

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caker-baker · 2 years

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Heyheyhey so sorry to bother you i was wondering if i could get a continuation on 'roomate'?? /nf :DD

You can ignore this if you want, sorry afain- have a nice day!!!

Part One Here

Yeah, ok, the villain couldn’t fault their friend when the lamp shattered against the wall, barely missing the villain.

And sure, when Civilian only stared at them with wide eyes and didn’t speak, the villain couldn’t find it in themselves to place blame.

But when their food went untouched, a fully stocked fridge and pantry remained fully stocked, the villain had to speak up.

“Alright.” They began slowly, leaning against the counter. “Alright. I know this is an adjustment, but you still have to, you know, survive?”

“You could have poisoned everything.”

At least they still have the ability to speak, the villain thought sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t go through all this trouble,” They motioned vaguely around the comfortable room. “Just to slowly kill you.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s not supposed to be. Look, you don’t have to be happy with me. I don’t need you to be.” Lie lie lie lie lie. “But you still need to take care of yourself.”

“I was taking care of myself back home.” The civilian spoke so softly, in a way that only some super powered being could hear.

“I know you were, just work with me here. Um, these are all your favorites, right? Did I miss anything?”

The civilian had resigned to hugging their knees to their chest, thinking, always thinking, about what to do next.

“There’s a lot of tea, and I know I shouldn’t be feeding into your addiction, but I thought it might be a comfort.”

Silence.

Ok, then.

“The bed is adjustable, one of the ones you used to say would be nice to come home to after work, but not nice enough to spend the money on. You’d probably know it was adjustable if you bothered to use it.”

“Stop it.” The civilian snapped, the sound muffled from lowering their head to their knees. “Stop being nice.”

“Stop being nice?” They echoed back, half wondering if the super hearing had stopped working.

Then it clicked.

Stop being nice.

“Oh, I see.” They hesitantly sat next to their friend. “It would be easier for you to hate me if the food was poisoned, if there was no nice bed, if the paintings on the wall weren’t from your favorite artists.”

They spared a glance to the curled up civilian, evaluating this now one sided friendship.

“I’m not going to be cruel to you,” they began again. “just so you could justify your feelings. I’m sorry, but I can’t bring myself to do that, especially not to you.”

“But you can kidnap me?” The civilian had uncurled themselves, looking at the villain with an unfamiliar intensity. “That’s not cruel?”

At least they were talking again.

“When faced with the alternatives, no, it’s not. Do you really want to risk the off-chance of being acquainted with my alternate persona? I promise, this isn’t forever. It’s for your safety.”

“And my absence isn’t suspicious to anyone?”

The villain shrugged “Taken care of. I have a lot of strings I can pull.”

Silence. Another bearable (lie) thing for the villain.

Talk to me.

“The tea isn’t poisoned?”

The villain couldn’t help the smile blooming across their face.

“No. No, the tea isn’t poisoned. But at the rate you drink it, you’re probably poisoning yourself.”

“Healthier than all those sodas. At least switch to diet.”

“Over my dead body.”

The civilian winced, and hugged their knees tighter.

“You’re right. That was a poor choice of words.” The villain opened their mouth to continue, only to close it again, finding that they couldn’t say much

“I’ll eat.” The civilian muttered. “I will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” The villain stood. “Is there anything else I could get for you? I worry that it’ll get boring. I know there’s the tv and all but-”

“Do you have any board games?”

The villain looked down at the civilian. “What?”

“Board games. You know, there’s typically a board, and game pieces, and then you-”

“I know what a board game is, but why?”

The civilian smiled, shakily and close lipped, but a smile nonetheless.

“For game night.”

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destinygoldenstar · 1 year

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In defense of Noah.

So I got noted quite a bit in my Owen post (which blew up A LOT more than I initiated. Wow.) that I did not mention that Noah was... not the nicest person in the world to Owen in RR, and yet I claimed they were friends.

I wanted to say my thoughts on that.

Will this be bias because I love Noah? Yeah. Probably.

I’m not gonna act like Noah was traditionally nice to Owen. Not ever, actually. He did laugh at Owen’s milk snot in World Tour, and a couple times I’m too lazy to recall right now, but not much else that can be deemed as ‘friendly.’

Really, has Noah EVER been traditionally a friendly person? To ANYONE?

He deals with his interactions with a smirk and a rude demeanor. With the exception of Emma, who I will get to later, he talks in the sarcastic tone we love about him.

I understand where that criticism comes from. Despite becoming good friends with Owen and staying with him on multiple reality shows, he doesn’t really show that much kindness towards him. Heck, he doesn’t really show that to anyone and constantly forces people to do the hard work for him. Dodgebrawl? The Tyler stretching incident? That’s not OOC.

But... I honestly liked it. And here’s why.

It was just really wholesome to see this stone faced lazy guy get slapped in the face with sincerity and make a much healthier life for himself. Better than working for Chris anyway.

Noah’s someone very introverted and, lets face it, spoiled. The game might actually be the first time he was rejected ever. After Island, he became Chris’s little assistant, and that says all, and in World Tour, he actually does try to dodge hard challenges first (remember the pinball challenge?) And who forces him into a position to always be on guard? Owen. Mostly because Owen is probably gonna (accidentally) kill Noah. And Alejandro, who is sus.

I See London is the first episode where Noah legit takes charge in something. He’s not nice about it, I don’t expect him to be, but they had to win the challenge. It’s not the rules were gonna change on them at the last minute- oh wait.

(I mean, it’s Total Drama. Hosted by Chris McLean. So... I’m not as mad about that as you think I would be.)

But let me ask this: If Noah had no care for Owen whatsoever, WHY would he even stay with Owen for so many reality shows?

I’ll wait.

Of course Noah isn’t gonna outright say he cares about him, or even be good at encouraging his partner. “You’re about as picky as a raccoon”, is essentially his poor way of encouraging that he can do it. Unlike Emma, who only saw Kitty as an asset to winning the money at first, Noah knows who Owen is, and tries to help them both. Could he be nicer about it? Yes. But that’s not the point. The point is ‘how would this be an in character way for them to deal the situation?’

“Hold on, but he developed all these feelings for Emma and constantly tried to impress her” -The reblog section

Here’s the big case.

That whole thing is only proof that Owen’s good nature DOES rub off on Noah. Better yet, being forced into situations where he has to actually TRY to make it and survive.

And a crush? Yeah, that’ll let that all out at once. It’s basically, Noah recognizes that he legit WANTS something that’s hard to get. Of course he’s bad at dealing with emotion and struggling with something that seems so... sappy. This is a whole new experience for him.

And as much as you may want to deny it, Noah is NOT just an emotionless sarcastic machine. If that were the case, he wouldn’t laugh at Owen’s milk shake at all, which that too, could’ve easily come across as unconventional for him.

(I don’t want to talk about the ‘But there were hints that Noah was gay, and yet he becomes straight’ stuff. I don’t hate it, and that’s coming from someone graysexual. Total Drama is bad at representation. The fandom just wants to ignore the facts because they love the show and the characters anyway. If I wrote Total Drama, would I have made Noah gay? Coin toss. But what’s canon is canon, write a fanfic instead of whining to the writers. Over.)

For me at least, I just found it really wholesome to see this brainiac become way more understanding and better at relationships as the show went on.

With Emma, it’s understanding her boundaries in order to properly be with her.

With Owen, he does actually get better at showing his care for Owen as RR goes on. It’s Owen who helps him in the air guitar challenge, and from there, the bossiness towards the big guy becomes way less frequent.

Total Drama doesn’t have it’s characters blatantly say, “I’m sorry I treated you badly” or “I’ll try to be better” or “I care about you and I want you around”. Some shows do that, in my writing I do that, but that’s never been this show’s style. So of course Noah isn’t gonna blatantly apologize or say “I need you.”

Would I have liked for Noah to have said this sort of stuff out loud? Yeah.

Would I have liked for Noah to have more screen time to flesh out what I’m talking about? YES.

But for what we have, I still love Noah as a character. He’s not the best written character in the show, but sometimes you don’t care.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll make a Noah centric fic that takes place in an alternate timeline of the show. where he DOES get the screen time to flesh out what I’m trying to say. No promises though.

#Total Drama #Td Noah #Td Owen #Td Emma #Nemma #total drama ridonculous race #in defense #defending a character #i'm biased

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gurugirl · 2 years

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The Tiffany Club Part 17*

Summary: Some domestic sweetness for the lovebirds and talk of a trip to London for the both of them and then the rest is just smut

Warnings: Smut (f receiving oral + piv), spitting, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, use of a belt, and dd/lg dynamic

Part 16*

Part 17*

Quitting Tiffany’s was bittersweet. Of course, Harry was the biggest factor in me leaving the club but now that we have told one another how we feel, along with how much I trust him and the way he treats me, I can’t deny that it’s a decision that also makes me happy. I’m probably getting in over my head with this sudden decision but it just feels so right. To be taken care of by the man. To be loved by him. It’s hard to put into words.

Breaking the news to Edmond was also hard. I couldn’t reach out to him through normal channels because he’s married and I would never do anything to betray him in that way in case his wife would find out about me.

So, his last session was mostly us just chatting and lying together. Edmond said he understood and that he wasn’t hurt by it at all but he was sad to say goodbye. He insisted on paying me the full ten grand for the session, even though nothing remotely sexual happened. I’d promised Harry I wouldn’t do anything with Edmond like that and at the beginning of our session I told Edmond I wasn’t going to have him charged and then explained why. But he maintained that he wanted to pay me one last time because I was so special to him.

And now, as I sit here in the huge condo Harry bought while he’s away at a meeting it all feels so surreal. So strange. I love it but I’m still on edge because I always feel like something could change at any moment – something could take all this away and I’d be back to square one. On my last day at Tiffany’s my boss told me that they would always have me back if I chose to return, which helps me feel much better about everything, but now my focus is Harry and preserving our relationship, what we have together.

I’ve also found that I’m becoming happier with eating a little more now that I’m not full on display like I was at Tiffany’s. Harry encouraged it even.

“You know you can eat normal around me, right? I think you’re fucking gorgeous the way you are but you don’t have to be so strict. Really. No pressure but please don’t feel you need to continue being so restrictive with you diet.” He’d said it to me one afternoon when we went out to grab lunch. I didn’t realize he’d noticed my struggle at all. I just stared at him in surprise and he laughed.

With his hands raised in surrender, “Please don’t take it like I’m trying to police what you eat. I just thought I’d say something. Baby, if you want to eat that last taco, then fucking eat it. You have nothing to worry about with me. Just make yourself happy.” He kissed the top of my head as I sat silent. I didn’t know how to respond to him. It was a surprise that he noticed it. And it was nice to hear that he did notice it in a way. I think it made me feel more free and relaxed. More at peace in life. Nothing hidden anymore.

So, I’ve been working on being more comfortable with eating more and feeling okay about it. I didn’t realize the toll it had taken on me mentally, working at Tiffany’s. The body image issues, the need for perfection. But it was my job. So, I try not to beat myself up over the self-training I put myself through to restrict my calorie intake. And I don’t have to now. I have no pressure to change from Harry, but I know that I should, for myself, so I can be in a healthier place in my mind. The idea of gaining even a single pound scares me a bit, but I’ve been working on it. Slowly.

When Harry came home, quite early might I add, I was in the middle of making notes for my research. I heard the door open, and Barry’s click-clacking jog as he ran to the door to greet the new man in his life. Harry and Barry were quite well bonded at this point; Barry preferring to sit closer to Harry on the couch than me. But that might just be because Harry is quite the sucker when it comes to sharing his food with Barry.

And let me tell you, getting their names correct all the time is quite the challenge. When I’m talking to Harry and I say his name, Barry is right there because he thinks I’ve just called his name. And sometimes I call Barry Harry and vice versa. It’s fun.

I greet Harry with a hug and a kiss and he returns the gesture, “Missed my girl. Had to come home early to you. How’s your day been?” God I love his voice and the way he cares for me.

“Fine. Just doing the usual, holed up in the office and putting some stuff together for my piece. You home for the rest of the day?”

Harry nodded down at me, keeping his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him, another kiss, this time to my forehead, “Yes. Everything at the office is taken care of today. And anyway, I can come and go as I please. I’m the boss, baby.” Harry's smirk was cocky and sure.

“You are the boss, daddy.” I smushed my face into his chest and inhaled. Harry was comfort.

We both talked about our day and then made dinner together before eating. It felt very domestic and very peaceful, but it still seems very surreal. Like I’m Cinderella and pulled out of a thankless job to marry the Prince who will always love me and take care of me. Not something I've been accustomed to but something I can surely grow to love.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Harry chewed his bite as he watched me.

“Just how I feel so, at ease now. Like I can breathe a little. Just happy is all.” I reached my hand out to squeeze his forearm with a smile on my face.

“I love you. You make me feel the same way. S’why I couldn’t wait to get home to you today. Just wanted to breathe.”

“I love you too, Harry.” I said smiling brightly at him.

Harry grinned and leaned forward on the table, his demeanor suddenly changed to a little more serious, “I have to go back to London at the end of next week. Just found out today. There’s a big investor coming and London is where they’d prefer to meet so I go wherever they want. I’m the boss at the company but all the big investors are the ones keeping it that way.” He laughs, “Would you like to come with me? The meetings themselves will only be for two days, but if you come, we could spend more time there if you wanted, make it a week and we could do a little vacation. How does that sound?”

I imagined what it would be like going to London with Harry. It sounded wonderful, “I’d really like to go, but I haven’t found a dog sitter or anything like that for Barry. I’ve never really been away from him so I would want it to be someone who could come here and stay with him and for that it would have to be someone we really trust.”

Harry pursed his lips and looked toward the corner of the ceiling in thought humming, “I know someone who we can trust. If we can’t find a legit dog sitter by the time we need to leave, my friend Richard will do it.”

I furrowed my brow, “Richard? How do you know he’ll do it? He seems like he doesn’t need a side gig. And is he good with dogs?” I was concerned. Barry was the best dog, easiest guy to handle but he was still an emotional being who would miss me while I was away. I wanted to have someone watch Barry who would give him plenty of attention and sneak him the occasional treat.

Harry chuckled, “I know he’ll do it because he’s been begging me to house-sit. When I first saw the place, Richard was with me. I think he just wants an excuse to stay in Midtown. He lives a bit further out, has to take the train in or drive to get to the office. His house is massive, but this place isn’t in Midtown. We’re right next to central park here with some of the best restaurants in the world. And yes, he’s a dog lover. Plus, and here’s the biggest one, he only goes into the office on Mondays and the rest he works at home so he could potentially be here all day with Barry. How does that sound? Until we find a dog sitter who we can pay for things like this, Richard will do it. I’m sure of it.”

It seemed like Harry had thought about all this already, “Did you rehearse that?” I laughed and Harry joined me.

He nodded as he spoke, “I knew you’d need to find a sitter and I know Richard will do it. I haven’t spoken to him about it but that’s only because I wanted to know if you were okay with that first.”

I shrugged, “I think it sounds quite ideal. Can we have him come over so we can give him a run through first? That would make me feel better about it.”

So, it was set. I’d be going to London with Harry and Richard would be staying with Barry. After Harry got off the phone with Richard we cleaned up the kitchen together. Harry was being quite touchy-feely with me. Every time he passed by he’d brush against my back or arm, or he’d purposefully wrap a hand around the back of my neck and give it a quick squeeze. I knew he was trying to rile me up. It was working too. Just the thought of what the man could do to me always had me excited.

When Harry closed the dishwasher he came up behind me and put his arms around my front and squeezed me into his body. He dropped his mouth down to my neck and feathered light kisses on my skin, up toward my ear which had me sighing and leaning back into him. I put my arms over Harry’s and turned my head so I could feel closer to him. He kissed my check and then the edge of my lips.

Harry pushed his nose into my cheekbone and then kissed my cheek again, “Why can’t I keep my hands off you? What’s your secret?” Harry whispered against my skin and sighed.

I closed my eyes and felt myself withering away into a soft, liquid mess in his arms, “Maybe because you know how much I always need you to touch me.” You pressed yourself into him as much as you possibly could. There wasn’t anyway to get any closer to him like this.

“Yeah? My little girl needs me to touch her? Where should I touch you?” Harry continued kissing down my neck again, small wet pecks that weren’t enough. I needed more.

“Everywhere. I want you all over me, Daddy.” I dropped my hands away from Harry’s as he slid his own upward and grazed over my clothed breasts and squeezed at each one gently before bringing his hands back down and grasping my hips. When he pushed his own hips into my bottom I could feel a lump pressing into me.

“Let’s take these pants off you. Need to have a little dessert. Daddy’s still hungry.” Harry put his fingers into the band of my sweatpants and pulled them down my legs, helping me out of the warm material. When the cold air hit my skin, goosebumps covered my thighs and Harry noticed right away, cooing at me, “Oh, honey. Look at this…” he smoothed his hands up my thighs and nudged me forward a bit so I had to lean myself slightly over the counter, my palms flat on the cold, smooth marble.

Harry knelt down behind me and bit over my panties that covered my butt cheeks. I moaned and looked up toward the ceiling. I knew I was in for a nice treat. Anytime Harry did anything to me it was perfection. Harry pulled my panties down my legs in the same fashion that he did my sweat pants, eventually leaving my bottom half completely bare.

Harry placed his hands in between my thighs and pushed my legs apart in silence and then he pushed at my low back, causing me to lean over the counter so my ass was angled up and he could see my pussy fully now.

I laid my arms over the counter and twisted myself a little so I could turn to look at Harry behind me. His eyes were focused on my bum and everything before him. He caressed and squeezed at my cheeks, pulling them apart gently and gave a quick smack to the left side. I jumped and sighed.

Harry was still on his knees behind me, his face level with my pussy when he finally leaned in to push a small kiss right over my labia. Wiggling my bottom a little I kept my eyes on Harry as he leaned in again for another kiss, but this time on my ass cheek and then he softly dragged his wet lips over my bum hole and kissed me there too.

“Daddy…” I moaned. I loved it when he took his time with me. Harry knew all the things I wanted and needed. I loved how he treated me like I was a delicacy every time we had sex.

“What is it baby? Just wanted to say my name? Hmmm?” I nodded and groaned; my body turned so I could see Harry.

Harry flicked his eyes up to mine and grinned, “Time for my dessert. Smells so yummy…”

Harry put his gaze back on the sight that was only his from now on. He slowly moved in to place an open mouth kiss over my entrance and I closed my eyes. Soon, his open mouth kiss included his tongue pressing over my slit with a flat and wide tongue.

He wrapped one arm around the front of my hips and with his other hand he held the back of my thigh to keep me securely in place.

Harry dug in and got to work on me. His nose was nuzzled into my ass and his lips over my cunt. He’d suck me in a little and then lap at me.

Then he slowed down and began to tease a little. He slowly licked from my clit up toward my bum, over and over again. Licking it like he was trying to lick at an ice cream cone and savor the taste. The feeling of his wet tongue, flat and wide, gliding over my labia up and down was soft but it was driving me crazy. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. But he always took the lead when it came to sex so I just let him do whatever he wanted to me.

Soon, I could feel that I was totally slippery and messy, dripping down my thighs, cunt puffy, and entrance ready to take something into itself. My moaning was soft and high pitched. Harry’s continuous lapping of my pussy, the slow, continual licks up and down had me nearly purring.

He didn’t stop when I’d made such a mess that his whole chin and nose were shiny, or when I’d dripped down to the marble floors below us. No, he continued his tortuously, slow, sensual licking. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. Harry was clearly also turned on by this.

“Baby, you should see this. Your little creamy pussy is so sopping wet right now. Completely drenched me and dripping down your legs. Mmm…” he leaned in again, continuing the slow drag of his tongue over me. I knew it must be a mess back there. I could feel how wet I was. His simple, slow motions, the brush of his wide tongue on me and through my folds, over and over again were completely insane. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. He just continued lapping at me and drinking my arousal in.

After many more minutes, I can’t be sure of exactly how long it took, Harry finally changed his position. I turned to look back at him again, his face wet with me and flushed. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, keeping his eyes on me, a stern look on his face. I continued leaning over the counter, keeping myself in place for him.

“Daddy’s gonna give you more. Don’t worry baby.” He lowered his trousers as he spoke and then pulled his briefs off right after. His cock was always a sight. It had me tingling at the thought of how it felt to stretch me apart.

“Only need what you want to give me, Daddy. Everything you do to me is so good.” I responded to him, my body turned so I could look into his eyes.

“I know, honey. You always seem to like what I give you, don’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy. S’why I love you so much, baby. Always so good for me.” Keeping his eyes on mine he lifted up his belt and wrapped it around my thighs, tightening the belt around me and buckling to keep it in place. I could feel the leather pinching into my skin he’d had it so tight.

When Harry felt the belt was secured tightly enough he brought his hips to mine and I could feel him nudge his hard dick into my ass cheeks. Everything was wet back there. He’d licked all over me, for a good fifteen to twenty minutes. I was soaked from my clit to my anus, and even down my thighs.

“I’m gonna fuck my good girl here in a minute. It’s gonna feel very tight with your legs closed like this, though. Think you’re ready for it? Think you can take Daddy’s cock like this?” He landed a palm over my right cheek and I jumped and moaned at the feel.

“Mmm… yes, Daddy. I’ll take it all. Just fuck my hole however you want to. Need to feel you split me in half.” I said as I wiggled against him.

Harry groaned and smoothed his hands up from my ass, over my ribs and around to my breasts, leaning himself over me. He kissed the back of my shoulder and neck and I closed my eyes.

Then his warmth disappeared as he grasped my ass, spreading me apart a bit and I could feel him nudging his tip at my entrance. He glided himself through my slippery slit, up and down and then landed a hand over my left cheek making me gasp.

When he’d angled himself back again to my entrance this time he began to slowly push into me. The stretch and tightness of him entering me like this was beyond anything I’d ever felt. He’d properly prepared me beforehand though, with his teasing tongue. I was fully aroused and I knew I’d be able to take all of him with how wet and hot I was.

When he’d pushed in half way he let out a whimper and I could hear him panting. He was feeling it too. How tight it was. With my thighs buckled together my pussy was especially tight for him. We both felt the intensity of it.

Harry backed himself out and then rocked in again. He did it a number of times. I could feel him pushing my insides apart when he pressed in and then feeling the emptiness when he backed himself out to the tip. It was like I could feel all his ridges and thickness with how tight my pussy was in this position.

The more he rocked in and out of me, the deeper he was able to get, eventually plunging into me as far as his cock could reach. I sucked in a sharp breath of air at the feel and leaned my head back.

“Okay, baby? This too much?” Harry asked me sweetly but he didn’t stop his languid motion of fucking in and out of my cunt.

I shook my head, “No Daddy. It feels so fucking good like this.” I breathed out in a whine.

Harry grunted and began to roll his hips a little faster. My wet pussy was taking his cock very well, despite the incredibly tight fit. The human body is an incredible machine. Just by appearances, one would look at the size of Harry’s erect penis and then look at the size of a normal pussy, especially one that was not spread open with thighs apart, but with thighs tightly secured together, and think that just wouldn’t fit all the way in there. But, it’s not the case. Harry fits. He saw to it by getting me so turned on and taking his time beforehand that now he’s able to firmly tuck himself into my walls over and over again.

“Yeah. It fuckin feels so good, baby. So fucking tight and wet.” Harry was struggling with dirty talk tonight. His need for release was strong too, it had to be. All that time he spent back there licking me up probably caused him to feel just as on edge as I was. I just knew this felt incredible for him.

“Fuck me, just like, Daddy. Use my pussy to get off. Mmmm…” Harry hastened the movement of his hips at my words and now the stretch was unbelievable. He couldn’t move in and out of me as fast as normal because it was such a tight fit like this, but each push in had me being pressed forward, and each time he dragged his cock back out to the tip it pulled me back with him. Even with how wet I was, the tightness was almost overwhelming.

“Daddy’s gonna come soon honey. I’m gonna use your soft pussy to get off, just like you like but can you come for Daddy first?” He had to still his hips as he spoke. I knew it must be hard for him to keep talking while he was fucking into my tight pussy.

I whimpered and pushed my forehead into the countertop before speaking, “Yeah. I can come on your cock daddy.”

We both moaned as Harry began to thrust again, in and out, faint slapping noises coming from our bodies. Harry held onto my hips with an intense grip as he fucked himself into me, his long cock reaching deep into my tummy every time he pushed in to the hilt.

Each stroke had me closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering and Harry was grunting at each roll of his hips due to the force it took to get himself pressed into me all the way. In and out of my cunt, creating more of a mess as each moment passed.

Harry pulled my hips back a little to position my hips further away from the counter, “I’m gonna try to go in and fuck you a little harder, okay baby. Can you hold on to the counter for me?”

I nod and grasp onto the counter as best as I can. I know I’m in for it if he needed to give me space for what he’s about to do. I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt him slide his cock out to the tip, knowing what’s going to take place next.

And I was not wrong in my assumption. Harry rammed into me as hard and fast as he could. It still wasn’t as fast as he’s been able to go before, but with how tightly squeezed together my thighs were, his speed was still very impressive and caused my ears to ring and my legs to get wobbly under the pressure.

Each plunge of his cock deep into me made a splash-plop-splash-plop sound as I grew wetter with my orgasm nearing.

I was being rocked forward at each thrust, my hair falling around my face and swaying, and the skin on my forearms that lie over the counter where I held on began to burn from the quick jolts forward each time Harry got balls deep.

No words could be exchanged. We were both panting and moaning and whimpering into the kitchen and I felt myself begin to tremble under the pressure of Harry’s thick cock spreading me apart with each stab of his length being driven into me. The noises between our bodies only got louder and my moans became unstoppable.

“Coming… I’m coming!” I shout as I feel myself spiral out of control and pulse around his fat dick.

Harry held my hips tightly and groaned loudly as he felt me orgasm around him. He continued railing deep into me, fucking me through my release, the splashing sounds only increased.

Finally Harry couldn’t hold back his own orgasm as he came with his hips flush against mine, his body stilled, releasing all of his come as deep inside of me as he could get.

Harry stayed behind me, tucked inside for some moments after as we both caught our breath. I could feel Harry still throbbing as he was coming down from his orgasm. It was intense.

Harry leaned over me and kissed my shoulder blade softly and hummed against my skin, “Fuck, you always feel so good, baby. Always take me so well.”

I just laid out over the counter, the side of my face smushed into the marble that eventually grew warmer as I kept myself pressed over it and nodded with a sigh. I had no words at the moment.

Harry slowly pulled himself out and I felt his mouth back over my pussy as he sucked gently and slurped at me.

Then I felt him quickly release the belt and pull my hips so I was forced to stand and turn to face him. He leaned over me and grasped at my chin, making me drop my mouth open and he spit into my mouth our mixed orgasms poured over my tongue. I kept my mouth open as he backed away and looked at the dirty sight of our come in my mouth. When he smiled at me and looked into my eyes I closed my mouth and swallowed for him.

He shook his head, “Mmm… I love that.” He took his thumb and wiped at my cheek to clean some of the mess that had drizzled out from my mouth, pushing it past my lips and into my mouth.

With his thumb still in my mouth he spoke again, “Let’s go get cleaned up and then take Barry on a walk to the park. I’ve got a sudden burst of energy now.” His grin was wide as he pulled his thumb out.

“Okay, Daddy.”

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Hugo headcannons cause I said so:

-He is a bi king✨ he/him

-He usually eats healthier foods, but if he wants a treat he likes salt water taffy and coffee cake

-He is a spinach and kale guy. “Romaine lettuce is for basic bitches and losers.” —Hugo

-He is a lemonade guy.

-Watermelon and feta cheese>>>

-His secret passion is bonsais. He doesn’t know why, he just thinks they are champs. (Maybe it’s because they are just like any other plant, but their purpose is to be perfect and controlled. They are just like any other tree, but the only difference is that they are small from craving attention.) But whoooo knoooows…

-Unlike most penguins, Hugo is an only child. Still though, he struggled to stand out. His parents were a bit neglectful, the kind of “oh that’s nice sweetie” and continue reading the newspaper when he tried to show them anything. He got fine grades, fine everything. Just fine. But, when he started athletics, he got more attention, and more, and more. He became popular, everyone knew him. This hobby morphed into his whole personality and identity. Now people actually paid attention to him, he had his thing.

-In school he always struggled with those: Introduction get to know papers. They were difficult because they separated “who are you” and “what sports and hobbies do you do” these were the same for Hugo. Sports is his personality, he always lied because he knows nothing else about himself.

-His bandana was given as a gift from a late coach, who was a former champion in the iron clam. This coach was who informed Hugo of the race, and helped him train for it. Unfortunately, he passed before he could see Hugo participate. He won that first race, and every race after that.

-His coach was the only one who noticed something was wrong with Hugo. He tried to set up some “mental trainings” cough cough therapy, but no therapist could handle Hugo and his big ego. He just talked about himself the whole time, but not in the way therapy is supposed to be. His coach also struggled with emotional connection, but he always tried to help. Hugo had not felt anyone truly care about him since his coach passed, until he met Peso.

-He didn’t show it on screen, but when he said to Peso “now I can have a chance to win again” he was truly grateful. They were going to cancel the race. What would cancelling the race do? Sever his only connection to his coach, and the only thing that makes him special. He was genuinely worried, but didn’t know how to deal with that feeling so it showed up in his uncontrollable cockiness.

-After the sliding challenge, Hugo comforts Peso, it was his first time, Hugo almost lost his first time, of course Hugo won his first time though so it’s not the same. He is not intentionally being critical or mean, he is actually being honest or his definition of nice. He is being genuine, he has no filter and can’t recognize how his words affect other people. He was never purposely mean to Peso in the whole episode, he didn’t even know people thought that was mean.

-When the penguins start the chant about Peso “you might actually win this thing” you can see how distraught Hugo is. This is a new experience. If Peso wins, what does that make him? What else does he have?

-“No pain, no gain. I’m a winner, not a quitter.” He can’t afford to quit, quitting makes him a nobody again. He is willing to disregard his own well being if it means he will win. “There are more important things than winning.” “Like what?” “Making sure you’re alright.” “I don’t understand you at all.” He really doesn’t understand why Peso wouldn’t do what Hugo would do and just leave him behind. He has probably never heard those words from anyone, no one really showed they cared about his well being. Of course his coach did, but not in the same compassionate way we all know Peso is famous for.

-When Peso swam him across the finish line, he was genuinely confused. Peso wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met, no opponent or fan. He didn’t blindly praise him for his athletic abilities. He was compassionate and real, it caught him off guard.

-It took a lot of strength for him to suggest that Peso deserves the iron clam, beginning of his arch. Since that time, he made strides toward bettering himself.

-He stopped the iron clam competitions. Without him competing, others felt confident enough to enter. It made him happy to see other penguins being more confident, taking time to explore his own soul and what really makes him happy. Not caring what other people see him as. He still wears the bandana, but he knows Coach is proud of him.

-The half clam shell is now the only trophy he keeps.

-Hugo listens to “I’m Gonna Win” by Rob Cantor after a mental breakdown to hype himself back up. He has a lot of difficulty with identifying his emotions, sometimes he gets overwhelmed and has no idea why. Everyone loves him, right? There are those in much worse situations, cause he’s the best, right? So why does he feel this way? That’s not fair to everyone else, he’s supposed to be better than this. Because he can’t fully show or understand his feelings, it comes off as his cocky default to hide what’s really going on.

#this entire thing is me self projecting /hj #pfffft what I would never do that where did that come from hahah-#The last one tho is scary accurate and actually me #HUGO HUGO #Hugo appreciation weekend🥳#HUGO APPRECIATIOM WEEK I MEAN #hugo octonauts #peso octonauts #octonauts a&b #octonauts #octonauts above and beyond #above and beyond

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Carchelle Week Day 3: Feelings

Also on AO3: Sombra Doesn't Care about You - Turtle_The_Bean - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Sombra doesn’t care about feelings.

If they did, Michelle Zuria wouldn’t be looking at a report about a missing Sombra recruit who had broken out after being experimented on. She knew about them taking over orphanages and the rumours of them purposefully orphaning children in order to recruit more kids to their cruel experiments. It always made her feel so guilty. She defended people who funded this program, so of course, she had a hand in everything that happened during them.

The guilt was eating away at her, but she knew that she couldn’t speak out against them, especially not publicly. She knew anyone who betrayed Sombra would be subjected to death sooner or later. She had turned to drinking wine and popping sleeping pills just to let herself sleep at night so the sorrow didn’t keep her awake.

She needed a better outlet, one that was healthier yet still safe.

Michelle took another sip of her wine as she opened her laptop in her apartment. Maybe she could make an anonymous post somewhere? No, Sombra could probably figure out how to trace it back to her. It wasn’t like she could vent to anyone within Sombra. Most of them still believed in their ideals despite the immoral things they were doing, especially to children. Granted, most of them were children when they joined, so it was all they knew. Besides, speaking against Sombra could spread to higher-ups and result in her death.

She took to scrolling through international news articles. The surface web never reported on Sombra's activity, so it would be nice to clear her head a bit. However, her scrolling was interrupted by a news article surrounding a Sombra recruit she recognised as the boxer Thanid Tongprid. He was found strangled by the boxing ring where he was supposed to fight a fellow recruit, Baxter Fraser.

She looked at the name of the journalist, Carmen Martinez. Curious, she started looking into this journalist, only to discover she had written various articles relating to Sombra’s recent activities. She reported on Omar Bahir’s assassination, the failed launch of the Darkness Descends project, and even an investigation that led to the shutdown of One Mother Milk. Her most recent venture was into the Sombra recruitment process and how she adopted her son from it.

Michelle admired Carmen, not just because she was admittedly very attractive but also because she was speaking out about Sombra, whether she knew about it or not.

Then she had a realisation. Maybe this journalist could be her outlet to speak out against Sombra. It was a long shot, but she had an idea.

She remembered that most recruits kept photos from the school Sombra used to run as part of their next level programme before they switched to using the hunt. She sent Carmen an email using an address that she was going to use exclusively for speaking out, tipping her off to look further into the boxer’s past. She signed her email off with the letter X, trying to hide her identity in case Sombra managed to hack into either her or Carmen’s emails. Then, she sat back and waited for a reply.

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Michelle checked her emails the next morning to find one from Carmen. She knew that she probably should’ve eaten first, but she couldn’t wait to see what she had to say about her tip.

The journalist seemed to be thankful for the tip but still had many questions about Michelle herself as well as Sombra. She knew that it was most likely risky for the two to continue their conversation over the internet, so she offered to meet up in the real world.

Michelle felt her heart racing at the idea of meeting Carmen in real life. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t have a crush on the journalist from the moment she lay eyes on her, and talking about Sombra with her in real life would be a big step towards healing from all this guilt she had been harbouring throughout the years.

Putting her feelings aside, she gave Carmen some information to head to Singapore and meet her in her office near closing time. The journalist agreed and told her that she’d be heading there that night, meaning that she’d arrive the next morning. She had two days to prepare her evidence against Sombra, as well as consider what she would say to the other woman when she arrived.

Without a moment to lose with preparations, she shut down her laptop and hurried to work, picking up breakfast along the way.

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Michelle’s anxiety was high as she sat in her office. Closing time was approaching, meaning that Carmen would be arriving any time soon. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was all a trap. Maybe someone from Sombra had found out about her desire to speak out and gave her a fake opportunity in order to have her killed. She hoped that wasn’t the case, as she needed to get this information out there before it ate her alive.

Suddenly, she saw the woman from Carmen’s profile page walking into her office, her curly black hair bouncing as she climbed the stairs. She watched as the woman opened the door and approached the secretary, waiting eagerly for her to arrive in her office. Once she was at the office door, she buzzed her in, and the journalist sat down across from her.

“Are you Michelle Zuria?” The curly-haired woman asked.

“Yes, you must be Miss Martinez.” Michelle could feel her heart skipping a beat as she spoke.

“You said you have information regarding-“

“Sorry to cut you off, but I was just wondering if you’ve had dinner yet?” Michelle knew it wasn’t safe for them to talk in her office, so the two had to go somewhere a bit more private.

“Yes, I had dinner with my son before I left,” Carmen explained before catching on to what the lawyer was doing, “But I won’t say no to some drinks.”

“Alright, my apartment isn’t too far from here. Let me hand my key to my secretary to close up, and then we’ll leave.”

As promised, Michelle did exactly that. Once she was done, she led Carmen out of the law firm and onto the Singaporean streets. The two walked around for a little bit before eventually reaching Michelle’s apartment.

“Apologies about this, Miss Martinez, but unfortunately, I can’t risk Sombra catching us talking about them.” She apologised, grabbing a small meal that she had prepared earlier that week and throwing it in the microwave to heat up.

“It’s no problem, really. With the things I’ve seen them do, I can’t imagine what would happen to you if they caught you talking about them behind their backs.” Carmen took her brown leather jacket off and sat on Michelle’s couch, notebook and pen in hand, to take notes on whatever would be revealed.

Michelle felt her heart racing when she realised that Carmen was concerned for her safety even though the two had literally just met. The heat from her body filled her cheeks as they reddened. It had been so long since she joined Sombra she had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone genuinely care for her.

The microwave beeped, and she snapped out of her daydream. She took her meal from the microwave and set it on the table. She then got two glasses and filled them with wine, setting them down on the table.

“So, what can you tell me about Sombra?” Carmen questioned, sitting opposite of Michelle at the dining room table.

“Oh, yes, Sombra. Well, I read your article on the hunt in Japan, but have you wondered what they do to those kids after the hunt?” Michelle had gotten so caught up in her crush that she almost forgot that the journalist was there to talk about Sombra.

“I have, actually, but my son is a bit too shaken from the whole ordeal to tell me much more. Do you have any information on that?”

“Yes, they take them into a programme that we call The Next Level. It involves genetic enhancement of any orphans that successfully complete the hunt.”

“Genetic enhancement? Do you mean they’re experimenting on children?”

“Yes,” Michelle felt a lump forming in her throat, “I needed to inform you of this, not just so you can better understand what your son went through, but also because the guilt of knowing all this has been weighing on me.”

“I understand how you must feel about all of this.” Carmen put her hand on Michelle’s.

“I just…I can’t believe I have to defend the people who fund this. It’s making me sicker every time I think about it. But Sombra doesn’t care about our feelings. We need to contribute, or we’re seen as weak, and we die. I don’t know how much longer I can continue contributing to this cause because every case I defend makes a little part of me die inside, and I’m scared that I might die inside before I die on the outside.”

Carmen squeezed Michelle's hand, making the lawyer realise that she had been rambling. She figured she probably didn’t care about her feelings, just like Sombra, but when she looked into her eyes, she could see something that she hadn’t seen in years – genuine compassion and empathy. So many people that she met over the past few years had been so atrociously heartless that it made her forget about the good in this world.

“Michelle, how about you work for people who actually care about your feelings?” Carmen asked.

“W-what do you mean?” Michelle felt her heart skip yet another beat.

“There have been times where I’ve been so confused by Sombra, but maybe having an insider working with me might be helpful.”

The lawyer’s eyes lit up. Joining Carmen’s team? Not only would she be working with someone she admired, but she’d more than likely be working to bring Sombra down. What more could she ask for?

“Yes, I’d love to work for you.”

Carmen smiled, “Well then, shall we drink to our new partnership?”

“I’ll drink to that.”

#criminal case #criminal case save the world #criminal case season 3 #alternative universe #au #criminal case alternative universe #carchelle week 2023 #carmen martinez #carmen martinez x michelle zuria #michelle zuria #posting early bc I need to work on tomorrow's post

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Day 4: Bouquet

This is a continuation of this fic (on ao3 here), although each installment in the series can be read on its own. I'll be posting new chapters semi-regularly until the entire fic is out of my Finished WIPs folder - please poke me if you feel like I'm taking too long updating! 💜

CW for a bit of depression for Harry at the beginning - Spring isn't necessarily an easy season for him, but he's going to be okay

Springtime was supposed to make everything feel better. That’s what his classmates seemed to believe, at least, all swarming excitedly through the doors to get outside, still stuffing a last bite of breakfast into their mouths. That’s what Hermione had said, stretching by the fire a few nights ago and remarking how the weather was supposed to be nicer this week, and wouldn’t that be nice? That’s what all those brochures from the mind healers said, that winter and darkness might make you sad, but spring and sunlight would make you feel better.

Harry begged to differ. As he stomped around the far edge of the lake, all he could think about was how he didn’t feel better at all. The spring air was just a reminder of what the weather had been like during all the other horrible moments of his life. Warm weather had always meant the Dursleys and Privet Drive, exams and clashes with evil, the Battle of Hogwarts. Even the happy shrieks of his classmates, spread across the lawn on the other side of the lake and reveling in the first nice day of spring, closer to the castle, felt a little too close to screams for his memory to tolerate.

He had come outside to clear his head - he knew the change of seasons was affecting him, but Hermione had gently suggested that a walk might be nice, and so he had stormed outside without waiting for her and Ron, putting as much space between himself and everyone else as he could. He just wanted to not think, or, failing that, to give in to the dark mood surrounding him for just a little bit. He was doing a fairly good job of it too, kicking hard at pebbles on the ground and scowling at the grass.

But then, a splotch of yellow interrupted his glare. There was a dandelion poking out of the ground, bright yellow and looking healthier than anything had a right to look this early in the season. It was a weed, so he could take his hatefulness out on it and pick it without remorse, but it was also bright yellow and happy looking, so he tore it from the ground and clenched it in his fist to give to Draco later. It would probably make him smile, and by then Harry would probably be in a mood to appreciate it.

Unfortunately, the dandelion wasn’t the only flower that was braving the new spring air. A few minutes later, there were some snowdrops, and while Harry stomped on the long grass beside them, he left them untrampled and plucked one up to give to Draco as well. Then there were some daffodils, and he was so irrationally angry that they were already blooming, because they were far too fragile to last the week, and he snatched up three to hasten their stupid deaths before adding them to the other flowers in his hand and casting a preservation spell on them so that Draco could enjoy them before they wilted, like the stupid flowers they were.

And maybe he felt a little bad about how much he was forcing himself to hate the dumb flowers, but spring was horrible, and he was allowed to be mad if he wanted to be.

But then there were primroses scattered around the base of a tree, and purple hyacinths behind Hagrid’s hut and pink crocuses along the edge of the forest, and then camellias and anemones and bluebells, and by the time Harry made it back to the castle for lunch his arms were full of flowers and his gait was closer to a wander than a stomp.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the flowers he had picked; while he had been thinking of Draco when he saw each one of them, he didn’t really know how to go about giving flowers to someone. Was he supposed to tie them up in a ribbon? Or perhaps find a vase? That problem solved itself though, as Draco was lounging on a blanket just outside of the castle doors. Ron was curled around Hermione as she read on a blanket next to Draco’s, while Pansy and Blaise were flipping through magazines on his other side, and all of them had noticed Harry by the time he noticed them. Hiding the impromptu bouquet wasn’t an option, so he just walked over to join Draco on the edge of his blanket.

“Umm, hi.”

Draco’s smile was fond. “Hello. Did you have a nice walk?”

Harry could feel his cheeks going red, he still wasn’t used to being around Pansy and Blaise, let alone bringing Draco flowers in front of the other Slytherins, but he did his best to ignore their pointed smirks.

“Erm, yeah, it was fine.” Awkwardly, he shifted the flowers, trying to figure out how to hand them over without just dumping them on the ground.

“You know, when Granger told me that you’d gone for a walk to clear your head, I thought that you might have, oh, I don’t know, gone for a walk to clear your head. I never expected you to have set off on a mission to deforest half the countryside.” Draco’s drawl was biting and lazy, but Harry could read him well and knew that the softness in his eyes belied his tone.

“They’re for you, you git.” His own attempt at a scowl seemed to be failing, if the twitch of Draco’s mouth was any indication.

“Oh, my, how absolutely romantic!” He deftly swept the flowers into his arms, then turned to Pansy. “Pansy, do you remember how many times we would fantasize about our future paramours gifting us with flowers as children? How we would enact the scenes in the conservatory? Do you remember my insistence, whenever you played the prince who had come to sweep me off my feet, that you would get the wording just right?” And here, Draco pitched his voice slightly high and breathy, fluttering his eyelashes in what he clearly intended to be a show of romantic devotion, “They’re for you, you git!”

Pansy and Blaise dissolved into giggles, and behind Draco’s back Harry could see Ron and Hermione not even bothering to hide their own laughter. Traitors.

Harry scowled for real, crossing his arms across his chest and doing his best to ignore all of them.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Draco leaned in, kissing Harry on the cheek, and then wiggled so that he was reclining in Harry’s lap, with Harry’s arms coming to wrap around him of their own accord. Lowering his voice a little, in a tone just for the two of them, he added, “I like these quite a lot.”

Harry kissed the top of his head, feeling better than he had all day at the little up-and-down motion Draco’s body made against his chest as he buried his nose in the bouquet and inhaled. “They made me think of you.”

Beaming, Draco turned around and kissed him properly, cupping Harry’s face in his free hand and brushing an errant curl behind his ear. When Draco pulled his hand away, Harry could feel something tangled in his ear, and from the silly delight on Draco’s face, he had good reason to believe it was a dandelion.

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Excerpt of chapter 6 of 8, from crushcrushcrush now posted on ao3.

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, rated M, childhood friends to strangers modern AU, no archive warnings. Currently 38675 words.

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“So tell me, what’s your new year’s resolution?”

Steve considered the question from across the table carefully, as he watched the bubbles rise up through his glass of cider. They were almost two weeks into January and he still hadn’t decided on one. He had thought about all the usual dull things. Exercise more, eat healthier, find a new hobby. The first day back at school after Christmas break had started with god damn Janet practically trapping everyone in the faculty lounge to insist they all sign up for a half marathon in the summer, in aid of an oil spill clean-up in Alaska. The look she shot Steve when he pointed out that her own name was missing from the sign-up sheet could have curdled milk. So it looked like he would be spending some more time a treadmill at the very least.

The only thing Steve thought he needed to do was to stop thinking about Eddie. He had spent every night since he got back scrolling through the precious few messages they had shared since late-November, re-reading them and convincing himself that not being able to send any more was for the best. Steve missed being able to scroll through Eddie’s profile and spend a few minutes at a time lingering on his favourite posts. He often wondered if he had posted anything new over the last few days. There was probably a picture of that nice pink wedding invitation that Chrissy had showed Steve, with that date in April on display for everyone to see. Steve was happy at least that he wouldn’t have to see that, or any pictures of the wedding day itself. Not being able to see the picture of the engagement ring anymore was another plus-point.

“Apart from those glasses, I mean,” added Dax to fill in the gap left by Steve’s hesitation to answer.

“What, you don’t like my glasses?” asked Steve with a shy smile, pushing them up his nose.

Dax held up a hand in surrender.

“I never said that,” he said. “Just never knew you needed them,”

Steve bit the inside of his cheek. Of course Dax never knew he needed glasses. Steve had never stayed the night, so had never taken them out in the bathroom before bed, or put them back in when morning came around. Not having to worry about them back in Hawkins had been nice though, so Steve had been wearing his glasses a lot more since he got home. His students thought he looked like Harry Potter, which he tried not to take too personally. And his decision to wear them more often was absolutely nothing to do with Eddie’s comment about liking them. That’s for sure.

“Less screen time, I guess,” sighed Steve, not entirely lying and talking just a touch too low for the noise of the bar around them. “Delete Instagram maybe, be ‘more in the moment’,”

Steve used air quotes around the last four words. He usually wouldn’t have actually answered a question like this from Dax, he would have just shrugged and said something like ‘didn’t make one’, but he was trying to be more involved in what they were talking about. The whole reason Steve had finally agreed to a message asking to meet up, having come up with an excuse to avoid it almost every day since he arrived back in Boston, was to follow through with his plan to let Dax into his life just that little bit more. You know, to actively try and turn this into a date. Not just go back to his place after three and a half drinks, and leave twenty minutes after tossing the condom into the trash.

Steve kept opening his mouth to ask questions about Dax’s day, or to finally ask what he did for a living, but he lost motivation every time. It was like he couldn’t find the right jumping off point to suddenly start asking him about himself. Instead Steve just kept sipping his drinks like a particularly gormless fish. It seemed like a great idea at the time when he decided that he should put more effort into whatever it was they had, whatever it was they were doing, but in practise it didn’t seem so easy. Even with the effort he had managed to put in so far this evening, it was stilted. Like Steve didn’t realise until now that they really didn’t have too much to talk about, because they had never tried too hard to talk before. Did they even have anything in common?

Dax nodded from across the table and watched Steve take a very long a gulp of his drink. They were doing their usual Thursday night act of pretending to enjoy happy hour before ditching their fourth drink and going back to Dax’s place. They had just ordered their third. Cider in a pint glass. That was at least one thing they both liked. They both bought the same brand of condoms, there was a second. Steve was struggling to think of a third. He wasn’t sure a preference for cherry flavoured lube counted. Steve wished he hadn’t have mentioned Instagram, not with Dax’s follow request still sitting there unanswered. But hey, it was entirely possible that it had gone completely unnoticed anyway.

“Well it’s not like I’ve ever seen it to miss it if you do,” chided Dax with a gentle smile.

Or not.

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windfighter · 10 months

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Long trek home

A Digimon Frontier and Minecraft-crossover because I dunno. I just had to x3

In which Kouji's elytra breaks while he's on the way home and he realizes that he's not a fan of ultra hardcore

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A snap echoed across the savannah. Kouji was on his way back to base, loaded with sand, when his elytra broke and he plummeted towards the ground.

”Shitshitshitshit.”

He landed feet-first on the ground, health dropping. His legs hurt. Everything hurt. His communicator beeped and he looked at it. 2 hearts. 10 000 blocks away from home. He checked his inventory. Filled with boxes upon boxes of sand. No enderchest. Far from enough food for such a long walk. Not even any health potions because he had only been gathering sand.

Why had they decided to play ultra hardcore for this rebirth?

He let out a deep sigh and started walking. If he didn’t sprint the food should last. Every step hurt, he wasn’t sure he would have wanted to sprint even if he could.

Anyone up for delivering some xp-bottles? he typed into the communicator. No one answered. They were probably busy planning. 10 000 blocks was a little far for a delivery anyway.

Night fell. Kouji would have kept walking if he’d been healthier, but instead he built a small shack out of the shulkerboxes he had brough, put a torch down and waited in the cell for daylight to return. No use risking death like an idiot. But the night felt like it stretched on for an eternity when he didn’t have a bed.

Never leave home without an enderchest, he thought. Usually he’d bring it, but for a quick resource-gathering mission? He hadn’t thought he’d need it. Better to save space for the sand they needed for city they had started building.

Kouji couldn’t do much while waiting for daylight. He put his shulkers down one after the other, checked to see if he had put any food or xp-bottles in them. Nothing. If he found a river then maybe he could kill some squid or salmon to repair his elytra and fly the rest of the way.

Sunlight. Kouji gathered up all the shulkers, started walking. A few stragglers were left after the night and Kouji had to zigzag between skeletons shooting at him from under the safety of the trees. An arrow nicked him and another half heart lost. Shit. Kouji’s sword split the skeleton into fine pieces of bone that he couldn’t fit into his inventory.

Hsssss

Kouji jumped out of the way just in time. The creeper blew up, breaking half the tree in the process. Kouji let out a sigh of relief. That would have been a stupid end to this rebirth if he had just been a little bit slower.

A spare elytra and some health potions would be nice by now, he typed into the chat.

Still no answer. Kouji yawned, then continued walking. The sun was hot over the savannah, but he could see plains maybe 50 blocks away. That’d be cooler. Maybe there would even be some mobs for him to murder so his wings could repair a bit. He didn’t really want to fly until they were completely repaired though.

He ate one of his golden carrots. 21 left. Right, he needed to be smart about fighting as well. He reached the plains. There was a few groups of cow and sheep spread out across it. Curse his filled inventory. He wouldn’t be able to fit any extra food until he had eaten his last carrot. He kept walking across the plains.

Days felt way too short and nights felt way too long. Kouji lost track of time between them. His body ached, food was running low. 5 golden carrots left. He had passed two plains, one huge forest, one birch forest. A huge mountain towered infront of him. The flight had been so much easier than the walk. Should he risk it? Mountains meant powdered snow and he wasn’t a fan of freezing to death. Only for fun, and only when they had more than one life. He decided to walk around it.

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He was out of food. 3 000 blocks left. Another desert, one they had already emptied of sand and resourses. Kouji limped across it, every step sent tremours of pain through his body. He hoped Takuya had some health potions prepared when he got home. And a bed. He’d sleep for a year when he got home.

The sun was warm above him. He stopped by a well to cool off a bit, grateful that at least heat wasn’t dangerous. Unless it was lava.

Maybe he should have gone through the nether to get home, but trekking through almost 2000 blocks of hell with only two hearts… Yeah, the overworld had been the right choice. He kept walking. Another savannah, a smaller one this time. He reached the end of it just as the sun set and quickly made a safe spot with his boxes.

Checked his equipment while waiting for the sun to come up again. Most of it was in good shape still, only the elytra and the shovel were in need of repairs. The elytra was looking a little bit better, some of the holes in the fabric had gotten mended, but he didn’t trust it to carry him home. It was only about 1500 blocks left, he could do that. He took the boxes down and continued.

He was in another forest. The ground was filled with flowers of different kinds and he could hear pistons firing nearby.

Civilization. Also he’d have a talk with whoever left the flower farm running. He made a detour to turn it off, climbed the ladder down into the control room. No one was there. He sat down for a while on a chair, leaned against the wall. He was starting to get hungry. Any more fighting and he’d start starving.

He almost wish he had died from the fall.

Kouji stood up again. No use thinking like that. He checked the chests for any food, only found one steak, probably left from when Kouichi and Tomoki made the farm. He ate it, but it did little to help. He climbed the ladder up again, continued walking. Tried really hard to not sprint, but muscle memory was a bitch and it was hard not to. He just wanted to be home, get some rest, drink something to make the aches go away.

Kouji’s stomach cramped. He couldn’t sprint any longer. The flower forest turned into a regular forest. Almost home. Almost…

A groan made him turn around. A zombie appeared from a cave, got a hit in while Kouji reached for his sword. Another heart down, only half a heart left. Somehow Kouji managed to slay the zombie without getting hurt again. His hands shook as he scooped up the flesh left behind, ate it. It tasted vile, but filled his stomach a little. He’d been lucky. Zombie flesh was notoriously famous for leaving you hungrier than before.

The sun was starting to set. He had about 400 blocks left. There should be a building nearby, but between all the trees he couldn’t tell where. He’d ask Izumi or Junpei to work on roads next, incase this happened again.

Is anyone even checking their coms? he typed.

It had been days. How was it possible for the others to be that busy? Sure, Kouji could spend weeks down in the mines, not noticing time passing or the com beeping, but still. He made another little shack to wait for the night to end.

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Home. Kouji stumbled into the village they had taken over when they first arrived in the world. Villagers looked at him, kept working. Said something in their language that Kouji couldn’t understand. Kouji’s clothes were bloody, ripped, drenched in grime. He’d been walking for so long. Everything hurt. His stomach cramped. Only one hunger left. But he was home.

He took some potatoes from one of the farms, stuffed his face with them. Reached his and Takuya’s house and fell more than walked through the door. A huge bang echoed over the world and Kouji knew where Tomoki and Takuya had been the last days at least. Going for the dragon, as usual.

Kouji opened one of the chests. Their storage had become a mess already, but he found a stack of golden carrots stuffed in the bottom of a barrel. Ate until he couldn’t eat any more. There weren’t any potions. The brewing stand was empty. Kouji sat down on the bed, leaned against the wall. Waited. The sun was setting.

Takuya appeared next to the bed. Kouji would have jumped if he’d had energy.

”Congrats”, he mumbled.

He was so tired. Takuya jumped. Turned around and looked at Kouji. The grin on his face disappeared.

”...I’ll go get some blaze rods”, he said.

Kouji nodded, laid down on the bed.

”Thank you.”

He’d empty his inventory in the morning. Sort their storage. Maybe yell at Takuya for making it a mess to begin with, but Kouji wasn’t much better at keeping it sorted.

”Next rebirth, we make a world with regen”, he added.

Because he did not want to go through this again. Takuya laughed, neither agreed nor disagreed, and left the house. Kouji heard Takuya’s steps disappear towards the portal and closed his eyes. It was fine, for now. He was safe. Takuya would make him some potions and he’d be back to full health again soon. Everything would be fine.

#windy writes #digimon frontier #minecraft #kouji minamoto #hurt kouji #I'm not great at writing minecraft stories #but I had this idea and I wanted to write it #so here we are #AU where the frontier-crew are gods I guess #just like how all minecraft players are gods over their worlds

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i'm serious, i really hope you are thinking genuinely and seriously about moving out. i know it's scary and hard. but you gotta do it. why does it matter if you "deserve" it or not? what're the options here - either you do deserve it, in which case you should go after that improvement in your life. or you don't "deserve" it, in which case you at least have learned that you WANT it. if you want something then you should go after it. you should use all the resources you can get your hands on to make your life better, no matter how big or small. like, it doesn't even matter if you deserve something or not. it's good and you want it, so therefore you should have it. it would be healthier for you. it would get you out of the space of your trauma. it would get you away from your family and give you the space to process and heal and grow. you could have a lady over! think about how nice that would be! let yourself want your own place! i want it for you. if it's easier, blame me. you gotta move out because your followers are telling you to lol

You are so kind, genuinely 💕💕

I’m definitely thinking about it as much as I’m capable of aha. I put it down as one of my goals that I would like to achieve with the NDIS. So at least in that regard I have someone else holding me accountable to my decisions.

I think I also used the wrong word when talking about deserving it - my bad! It’s more there are a lot of displaced people in Australia at the moment due to all the floods we are having and just a housing crisis in general because of how expensive everything is and how many people are grappling to get somewhere. I guess I just worry I would be taking something from someone who needs it more or I would be wasting people’s time when it could be better used for those in a more dire situation then I am. It’s not like I’m being physically hit or anything in my home so I just worry that maybe I should wait until things in the country calm down a bit and more if the people that need the help have gotten it.

I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before either but my mum has pretty much placed not killing herself on having us kids because it gives her something to wake up for. With my sister already gone it would just be here and my brother since my dad is part time living here. And then when he is here is just a massive mess all the time. I know what my mum’s like and without a doubt she would start emotionally leaning in my brother and I don’t want that for him. Being treated like a therapist by our parents wouldn’t help him. Plus he has enough on his plate trying to deal with school and going through the process of getting an autism diagnosis. I don’t think massive changes would do him any good.

But also!! If I were to move out it would most likely be with government housing. And those lists are longgggg. So maybe even if I just apply now with my support worker it’ll be a few years before I even get accepted and then by the time I do it’ll all be good lol.

I know that probably just sounds like excuses though. Which maybe partly they are because the idea of moving out is scary too. But I’m definitely doing my best to one day make it a possibility. And your support means so much ☺️💕💕

Plus you are so right. Having a lady over would be awesome and definitely a major tick off the lesbian bingo list ahaha.

Thank you again, so much 💕💕 You have such a big heart!! I really hope you have a wonderful day ☺️🌸

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Oh look, some more fic. Another part for my ‘Mike on Osmos V’ stuff.

“Okay, I’ll give you- starting a cult is certainly unique as far as hunting plans go. Seems like a lot of effort though.”

“Yes, but the end goal was to catch and eat a healthier Anodite and get into a dimension made of energy, so added effort is to be expected.” Nose crinkling, Crysie leveled a curious, mildly concerned look Mike’s way.

“First, I thought you did the kidnapping thing ages ago? Second, is this the same energy dimension you got kidnapped to?”

“That was the first time,” came the answer, “I already did time for that, this was the second time. And yes.” Crysie gaped.

“Another question, when was all this in relation to your kidnapping?” Mike sighed through his nose. Maybe he shouldn’t have let the topic drift from his reading lessons. He had no desire to get into the details of anything, but he also knew that none of his cousins were the sort to let anything go. Tenacity, he was being led to believe, was a clan trait. He’d have expected more drama to go along with it, but apparently that could be attributed to one of his great-grandmother’s sires.

“I was kidnapped,” he said, choosing the path of least long-term aggravation, “long after the Highbreed Invasions, and long before I started the cult.”

“Uh-huh,” Crysie responded, tail twitching. “Okay, why, after already having been kidnapped yourself, did you still think kidnapping somebody was a good idea?” Mike huffed.

“I didn’t intend to keep her; I just needed the power boost to break into Legerdomain.” This time the tail did a full sweep across the floor.

“And explain why you wanted to go back to the place you were kept by a rivyaw?”

“The plan,” Mike said, “was to get in, catch Charmcaster by surprise long enough to toss and lock her out, and settle down for a nice, long, happy life.” The dimension itself had been great, the ambient energy had been enough at the time, though looking back he didn’t doubt he would’ve become too accustomed to it eventually, and going from wealthy to functionally homeless had left him yearning to return to the luxury offered. Really the only problem had been the implicit threat of Charmcaster’s power and the knowledge that his wellbeing rested purely on keeping her happy and satisfied.

“I’m not going to say she wouldn’t have deserved it,” Crysie said with a sigh, “because if you’ve been even half honest she very much would, but.” He heaved another sigh. “Shorty, you started a cult and kidnapped somebody. You have to know that’s taking things a few steps too far.” For a long moment Mike didn’t answer, just nonchalantly flipping through the infuriatingly simple book he was supposed to be reading.

“If seemed like a good idea at the time,” he eventually allowed himself.

“Up until you got your ass kicked and thrown in a bag,” Crysie finished for him. Mike glared out the corner of his eye at him.

“Until then, yes.” At which point everything had gone directly to shit. Prison would’ve been awful but ending up Charmcaster’s captive again hadn’t exactly been better. He never had managed to decide whether or not it was worse than his time in Incarcecon, and trust he’d had plenty of time to ruminate on it, between being there and his time so far with his clan. “I probably could’ve put more thought into it though.”

The words were painful to say, and made worse by the way Crysie clutched his charm.

“Praise Vaon, he’s admitting a fault,” he said. “Give it another season and we may even get you taking responsibility for your actions.” Mike glared harder, but didn’t really have a response. He’d already had that argument with their gran, multiple times, and by this point she’d handily torn apart everything meaningful he could’ve said.

Nothing hurt the ego quite like systematically having every moment where you could’ve made a smarter, less damning choice pointed out to you, excepting maybe having how disappointed in you your father would be dropped in your lap. His pride couldn’t take any more damage.

“Not if I eat you all first,” he bluffed rather than even try. It couldn’t be a serious threat at this point- he was, he hated to admit, bonding with his family- and Crysie knew it. Chuckling, he knocked his shoulder against Mike’s. That was another thing he would never admit, how much he’d grown to appreciate the gesture.

“You’re welcome to try, Shorty.”

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01/07/24 - The third (or fourth) breakdown

I used to live with a guy. Let’s call him Warhammer. He was LOUD. Not even just the kind of loud where he needed to constantly be heard (although he was that, too) but the kind of loud where he would be talking at his natural volume and you could hear him in a crowd from the other side of the room. And he had a really bad case of ADHD. So he would be playing a video game, watching a YouTube video on his phone, and playing DnD over discord all at the same time.

I’m his polar opposite in that regard. I’m typically pretty quiet, and I need a lot of quiet time or I start to get… grumpy. I put all of my focus on a single thing at a time, and I like to do so in a peaceful environment. We’re talking candle burning, comfy pajamas on, one of those ambient music playlists with the forest sounds playing in the background.

And sometimes I may have fantasized about dumping him feet first into a very slow wood chipper. Because I had to wear my noise canceling headphones, and unless I turned the volume up so high it completely counteracted the effect, I could still hear his obnoxiously loud voice over my nice peaceful ambient sounds. From a different room.

This was basically every day, slowly chipping away, along with a few other things. I’m not quite sure why the volume is always the thing I remember the most vividly, when there were other things, things that would probably bother most people a lot more. Regardless, I never said anything about any of it.

That was his home too. I didn’t feel like I had any right to tell him not to do what he wants in his home. Asking him to talk quieter would have been about as useful as asking me to talk louder (I will, for about two seconds, then I’ll go back to my normal volume without realizing it, and for those two seconds I’ll feel horribly uncomfortable because it feels like I’m yelling at you) but I could have asked him if he could turn the volume down. Or hell, maybe he could even turn at least the video game volume off. I don’t think the sound was strictly necessary. And it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?

But I never said anything, and I just got more and more bitter, and eventually I left. The way I left was not ideal. And it certainly wasn’t fair. This was definitely not a simple case of “I was quite and you were unaware,” I did some shitty things near the end that I’m not particularly proud of. But I still can’t make myself feel too bad about it, because there’s a LOT more to that story, things I don’t think he realized I knew, and if I had been in a healthier headspace I never would have went out with him in the first place. If I’m being honest, I think the aftermath was karma for both of us.

I do that, though. I stay quiet about things that should be talked about, expect the other person to bring them up, then I get bitter and angry and hurt when they don’t, I start getting passive aggressive, and then I just cut ties and leave without any warning.

I brought that particular situation up because it was different than normal. I never had any feelings for him outside of friendship. We were both weirdos, the difference being that he wore his strangeness like a suit of armor to attract attention and I tried desperately to hide it from anyone who I didn’t think could handle it (pretty much everyone). We were similar in the ways that mattered to me at the time, and we got along better than I had gotten along with anyone in a long time, and we had known each other for a while so I got to see how well he treated his ex.

Also, he was interested in me. Honestly, at that point that may have been all it took. Everything else was probably icing on a cake made of industrial waste. As previously mentioned, unhealthy headspace. I was lonely and he was interested, and interesting, and I thought the feelings would develop if I spent enough time with him. I learned that that’s not how it works.

The feelings are either there, screaming in my face, beating against my skull, demanding that I don’t turn away no matter how many times I try, (and trust me, I try. I try so so hard), or they’re just.

Not.

And they just weren’t there. I tried breaking up with him three times. Every time he would give me reasons I’m being unreasonable. Calm down you’re being dramatic, you’re paranoid, seeing things that aren’t there, jumping to conclusions. All things I’m prone to doing. I would back down for a few days, a week, and try again with the same results.

Finally I broke up with him via changing my relationship status on Facebook and went to Texas. I also left a massive, I mean MASSIVE mess behind when I left. I left my entire life there, anything I couldn’t fit in my backpack.

It should be noted that over the last seven years I’ve had several mental breakdowns. As if I need to break down completely, but it has to happen in intervals, otherwise I would probably go insane and kill myself. Am I allowed to say that here? Oh well, I said it anyway.

That was the third breakdown. Maybe the fourth.

TBC…

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