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#cabin part 2
show-tunes · 1 year
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Who hung the moon?
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xdaddysprincessxx · 7 months
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The Cabin in the Woods ll
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Dave York x f!reader
Dark fic/ dead dove, again Dave is mean (he’s a bad guy) also I made him bi in this 🏳️‍🌈, death, sprinkle of angst, sad backstory, the cabin description is sooo self indulgent, Dave pov, female and male masturbation, cum eating, like 1 threat, dirty talk, food & drink, uh I think that’s it.
Summary: it’s been days since you almost escaped from the mystery man. Too bad you failed and he threw you in the basement.
A/n: Here’s part 2 babes!!! Thank you so much for all the kind words and support you’ve given on part 1. It means the world to me. This is lightly edited, I gave it a once over but I’m feeling a lot more confident with this one(:
You can’t help but close your eyes as you look up and let the sun wash over you, warming up your whole body. You’ve always loved the feeling of the sun on your face. The smell of fresh cut grass, the fragrant flowers your mom always planted every spring, the sound of kids running and playing. Being outside in your own little world has always been your favorite place to be. Just as you feel your whole body relax you notice how quiet it got and how quickly the sun has gone and instead been replaced by dark, nasty storm clouds rolling in. The smell of water flooding your nose. You open your eyes to see an empty field. The sun is gone, no sign of life anywhere. And there’s that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
The sound of rain hitting the small basement windows is what wakes you this time. Shivering, you slowly open your eyes. The basement. The mystery man. You sigh as you remember you’ve been kidnapped and after trying to escape, being thrown in this dark, damp basement. It’s been two, no three days since the mystery man chained you up down here. Honestly your not even sure how long it’s been. Even with the little sunlight you get from the windows, time has escaped you entirely. What you do know is that your starving, thirsty and you feel gross. You are in desperate need of a shower and a 5 course meal asap. Your thoughts are rudely interrupted a few seconds later by heavy footsteps right above your head followed by the chain link being unlocked to the basement door.
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It’s been 3 days since Dave took you and brought you to his cabin. 3 days since he touched you and you bit his dick. Dave is no angel, he’s had plenty of partners over the years. Men and women alike and a few have tried to blow him and scrapped their teeth but never has he had someone bite his dick. At first he was surprised at how well you were responding to him and his touch. He had done his research on you of course. Dave knew all about you before he grabbed you. Had to know who he was dealing with. And yes he did expect you to try to escape but he never expected you to actually get away from him. As bad as his dick hurt, that chase was almost worth it. Something primal about hunting your own prey out in the wild and taking them on the cold, hard ground like a wild animal. He hasn’t came that hard in years.
Dave is pulled from his thoughts quickly when he realizes he should bring you some food and water. It has been awhile and I’m sure she’s starving by now. Maybe she’s learned her lesson, dave thinks as he grabs a plate out of the cabinet and gets to work making you a pb&j and a glass of water.
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You hear the door creak open and you can’t help but wince at the sound of the man’s foot hitting the first step. You do your best to curl into yourself and be as little as possible. You have no idea what he’s gonna do to you and you know there’s a really good chance he hates you. You squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, wishing yourself away when the man hits the bottom of the stairs and makes his way to stand in front of you.
Dave clears his throat, “Wake up princess. I brought you something to eat and some water.”
What? He did what? You literally don’t even believe it, your eyes snap open and look up at the man. Holy fucking shit, he really did bring me food and water! You uncurl from yourself, keeping your eyes down, unsure if you should reach out to grab the plate and cup or wait for him to put it down on the ground.
“Are you gonna grab the plate or just sit there? Here.” He says as he shoves the sandwich in your direction.
You don’t need to be told twice, you grab the plate and cup from the mystery man and begin demolishing the pb&j as if your life depended on it. Which it kinda does since one does need food and water to live.
The man just stands there, staring at you while you eat like a rabid animal. A look on his face, half in awe and the other half in disgust? Or maybe he feels bad for starving you and it’s pity? Your not sure.
“Thank you.” You whispered, barely able to get the words out. Your throat feels so sore but after a huge gulp of water, you managed to use your manners.
It almost no time your finishing your sandwich, already wishing you hadn’t ate so fast. “How long will I be down here?” you manage to ask the mystery man.
“I guess it depends. I already told you, if you can be a good girl for me the better this will all be for you.” the mystery man replies to you as he looks away.
“May I take a shower please? And more water? Maybe a blanket? It’s cold down here.” you start to beg already, hoping for a little mercy. “I’ll be good I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. Please I just- I’m dirty and cold and hungry. I’ll do anything.”
The man continues to stand there, contemplating your plea, “Yea but you listen to me. No running away from me, you have to be in my line of sight at all times. If you try anything, I’ll shoot you dead.” he finally answers.
Your eyes grow even wider, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights, “Yes of course I won’t try anything. I’ll be good. I promise.” You replied with a quickness, eager for a shower, food and a warm blanket.
“Alright come on” dave says as he grabs the key from his back pocket to unlock your chains.
Quickly you push your legs out in front of you so the man can get to the chains to unleash you. As soon as your ankles are unchained the man grabs you by your upper arm roughly to help you stand up and before you can get your footing he’s practically dragging you up the stairs.
Once upstairs, you see that the whole cabin is almost like one big room. To the left of the basement door is the kitchen, complete with a little island with a flat top grill. The kitchen then opens up into the living room except it’s not much of a living room. There is an L shaped black leather couch and a big flat screen tv on the wall but no family pictures or decorations. This mystery man is either horrible at home decor or he keeps it minimal for a reason. And the reason you think why scares you even more.
The two of you walk over towards the other side of the living room towards the back where the bedroom was. You didn’t notice it before but there is a door right next to the bedroom door. The man opens it up and flips a light switch to illuminate the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen. A deep jacuzzi tub sits in the corner directly in front of the door as you walk in, to the right is the toilet and sink. The walls are a beautiful marble gray and the wall behind the tub is a white and gray brick. This cabin is incredible. Maybe in another lifetime you could’ve met him under different circumstances and fallen in love and shared this cabin. Fucking each other everywhere like wild animals.
The man roughly shoves you into the bathroom causing you to stumble. “Ouch” you said quietly under your breath.
“Take your clothes off, soaps on the shelf next to the tub. You can take a bath.” He barks out at you.
“Um okay,” you say as you look around kind of sheepishly, waiting for him to leave or at least turn around so you can undress.
“Go on. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Dave tells you.
You can’t help but rolls your eyes at the man. He terrifies you but the whole macho man act he has going on is an absolute joke to you. Do you think he could snap your neck with one hand? Yes. Do you really believe he’s all grr? Partially yes but you really feel like he is soft under all these layers. At the end of the day he’s just a man. And men aren’t indestructible.
You just huff and turn around to start taking off your dirty dress and shoes. Once your naked you bend over to run the water. As you bend over you can’t help but remember how good his cock felt pounding into you. As scared as you were, the mystery man gave you the best fuck of your life. You decide to give him a little show and bend down a little more than necessary, arching your back a little, knowing he can see your pussy on full display this way.
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Watching you undress and bend over has Dave already hardening in his pants. He notices the way you arch your back, almost like your purposefully putting on a show for him. He gets an idea that makes him smirk. And as long as you do what he says, the both of you will be satisfied.
After starting the water, Dave watches you walk over to the shelf and look at the different bubble baths, salts and body washes he has to offer. Originally this cabin was for him and his family. Loving wife and two beautiful daughters. They deserved a good life, much better than Dave. It was his fault they lost their lives. A few years back, dave and his men took a job and it went bad fast. The guy they were sent to kill just so happened to also be an assassin. The guy found out about Dave’s family and cut the brakes on the family van. His wife and girls died in a tragic car accident. It should have been him.
By this point, Dave realizes you were already sitting in the bath, surrounded by sweet, vanilla scented bubbles. With your head laying against the headrest in the jacuzzi tub and your eyes closed, Dave couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked. You weren’t a bad person. Definitely not an assassin. But you came too close to exposing him and his men and he couldn’t risk another job gone bad. That’s why he had to take you and save his ass.
Dave saunters over to the edge of the tub and crouch’s down. Looking down at your body, thoughts of taking you right here and now flood his mind. Instead he pushes a button causing the jets to go off. Immediately you shoot up, eyes shooting open, half scared, half confused at what just happened.
Dave starts chuckling at your reaction, “ Calm down sweetheart. It’s just the jets. Help you relax since you will be here for awhile. Might as well get used to this place.”
“How long will I be here?” you ask him, your sweet voice fills his ears. Wishing he was hearing your moans instead.
Dave grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks, making your face squish up and pulls you towards him, “For however long I say little girl.” he responds sternly, “For now I need you to be my good girl and listen to me.”
With a hold still on your face, he moves his so his mouth is right by your ear, “Now get on your knees and face me until you feel the jet on your pussy.” he whispers, his hot breath sending chills down your body despite the warm water.
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You were stunned. The way he grabbed your face and then had the balls to whisper that in your ear, your pussy’s wet. The bitch is wet and not because your sitting in water either. You should not be turned on. The way his voice chills you to the bone. The way his touch is like an electrical shock to your system. This man is a killer. You can tell he’s done shit like this before and here you are ready to bend over and take his cock the very second he whips it out.
Speechless, you do as he says and you get on your knees in the tub, facing him. Almost immediately you feel the jet. The pressure of the water hits your clit in such a way you can’t help but let out a soft moan. Through half lidded eyes, you watch the man’s face soften as he watches you.
“Mm I see you found it. It must feel good huh princess?” he asks knowing damn well it does feel good.
“Uh huh” you nod as you shift around to get the jet to hit your pussy just right.
“That’s it pretty girl. Now touch yourself. Put a finger in that pretty pussy for me.” the mystery man said in a deep, guttural tone.
In a flash your hand moves down to your pussy and immediately you plunge two fingers into yourself, trying to get the best angle to hit your sweet spot.
The man finally lets go of your face as he stands up, the front of his lower body directly staring you in the face. He’s quick to unbutton his jeans and pull his thick cock out, already weeping precum. The sight of that alone has you licking your lips.
“Aht. I can see right through you princess. After your little stunt, it’ll be a long time before you get my cock back in that pretty little mouth of yours.” the man says, shutting down any thoughts you had of tasting him again. You did enjoy the feel of his cock in your mouth, enjoyed the taste and how heavy he was before you bit him.
Dave starts stroking his cock in front of your face. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more turned on, the man starts moaning and rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he’s stroking himself.
Holding out his hand towards you, “Spit”, he orders. And spit you do. You spit as best you can onto his hand and watch him lube up his cock with it.
Between the jet putting constant pressure on your clit and your fingers curled up deep inside, you already feel yourself getting close. And from the looks of it, the man’s close too. Without even thinking you look up at him with your best doe eyes and stick your tongue out for him.
“Oh fuck, yea? You want my cum princess? Such a fucking whore, sticking your tongue out hoping I’ll cum all over this pretty fucking face.” he growls, “fuck nngh keep that tongue out baby I’m close fuck”
You fingers start to go into overdrive, plunging in and out of your pussy. You can’t help but go over the edge just from his words. Holy fuck you just wanna be his little slut, he is right you do want him to cum all over your face so bad.
Moaning out loud, you cum hard just as he starts to cum. Rope after rope hits you in the face. Both of you breathing hard as you come down from your high, you take your fingers out of your pussy and bring them up to your face and wipe his cum off only to stick the cum covered fingers in your mouth.
“Mmm” you can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh as you taste him and yourself. Maybe it’s the endorphins from coming but you like this. Something about this man is bringing out this little vixen that’s been laying dormant inside of you for too long.
Dave just stares at you in disbelief. Did she really just do that? And already he can tell he’s fucked. Ever since the first night he took her, there’s something about her that has him wanting more. More of what he’s not exactly sure.
“Come on, finish up. When your done I’ll give you fresh clothes and some blankets.” Dave says flatly as he puts himself back into his jeans. He’s gonna pretend this little performance didn’t happen, for now at least.
Confused by this sudden cold shoulder of sorts, you finish washing your body and hair and reach to grab your towel to dry off as you step out of the bathtub. Once your dried off, you wrap the towel around you and look back at the man to lead you to the next stop.
Once he sees your ready to go, he grabs your arm again but this time not as rough but still has a tight grip and he leads you to the bedroom next door. As you walk in he stops you next to the bed and walks over to the dresser to pull out a old, used tshirt and an old pair of boxers.
“Here, put these on. I don’t have much here but this will do for now.” the mystery man states in a monotone. You move to grab the clothes from him and begin dressing. Once your all dressed you look back up at him for your next directions. Swiftly he grabs your arm once again and leads you out the bedroom. Going towards the basement door he stops at what seems to be a closet in the living room and pulls out a huge comforter and a quilt. Ever the silent type, he wordlessly hands you the blankets and continues on towards the basement door.
Once settled back downstairs, Dave chains you back up and leaves you alone in the dark. You manage to make a little pallet on the floor and curl up under the quilt he gave you. And of course it smells like him. You can’t help but breath the scent in deep as you drift off to sleep.
A/n: !!!! I’m so happy so many of you enjoyed part 1! I really hope part 2 lives up to any expectations you guys have! Thank you so so so much for all the kind words and love you’ve shown my little story!
Tagging a few of you that showed interest: @toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven @neverwheremoonchild @bonezone44 @cool-iguana @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @ennema @pr0ximamidnight @casa-boiardi @wannab-urs @outfirewithgasoline @walkintotheriveranddisappear @axshadows @oldenoughtoknowbetterstuff let me know if you don’t want tagged(:
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mystery-star · 10 months
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Russell Crowe as Jack Aubrey in Master and Commander (2003)
Prompt: Jack Aubrey + Outfits (for @thekenobee)
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yuzukahachimir · 5 months
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Guys seriously,I don't know if I would be able to move on from Cabin Eren.
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I'm not the same person since I saw him finally animated.
His healthy,fresh air,clean, cool hairstyle is my favorite without doubts.
Just look at him, gorgeous.
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o-uncle-newt · 3 months
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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 27: Zurich Part 2
Okay, now that my face has loosened up from the grin it's been in for the last twenty minutes...
I think that it is important for me to say here that this is my favorite finale of anything ever (obviously in combination with Part 1). In any medium.* It's just so so perfect, emotionally resonant (which I don't need to devote SO much time to because as I noted JF did it perfectly here) and one of the funniest episodes JF ever wrote of anything.
It's also got some absolutely GENIUS plotting and impeccable attention to detail, including such tiny things as having Theresa establish in Part 1 that Martin has told her time and time again about the St Petersburg saga, and therefore she remembers enough about it to contribute when they're planning in Part 2 by pointing out that in St Petersburg Gordon would have been able to take anything small out of the aircraft. It's unnecessary- JF could have given the line to someone else- but the fact that he not only gave it to her but gave us enough information for it to make sense that she said it works so well. And then when there's "stop quickly" "that I can do," and Arthur screeches them to a halt, it's a perfect reminder from last episode about the brake pads, which is such subtle set up for Martin to suggest that they be given in lieu of payment. (Sure, if I were Bruce Fraser I'd be a BIT more suspicious that the guy who offered 14k only showed up with 12, but he's also the kind of guy who likes Arthur's Goofy painting so maybe it's just better all around not to trust his discernment.)
When I first listened to this episode exactly nine years ago, I was a couple of minutes late, and so it wasn't until months later that I first heard the amazing cold open with Tiffy. Which, by the way, is so so funny... I love it so much, it's just perfect as a recap-without-being-too-info-dumpy and as just a peek into Arthur's world. Which is fitting, because I really see this as Arthur's episode. There are very few episodes that feel that way- St Petersburg was KIND OF one, but it ended up being more about how the rest of them jump into action to protect him than him being able to do anything. But here... this is Arthur's moment! He's INCREDIBLY active in this episode, whether solving the ID problem or realizing that Gordon is trying to trick them. He doesn't usually get to be so it's really great
If I had to rank the others in terms of their relevance to the plot after Arthur, it would probably be Douglas, Carolyn, Martin. Douglas is definitely the key one, and I'd argue that without his key role, Martin would be basically irrelevant to the plot here- the episode tries to convince us that Martin might not take the job, but even once he has a real practical way to stay with MJN we kind of know he won't, and have known since Yverdon. But Douglas, as JF noted in Farewell Bear Facts, has to prove he's worthy of being captain and put himself on the line- and he has to be able to serve in a mentorly capacity for Arthur (where it's a bit more paternal, even) and Martin.
On that last note, I used to be a bit annoyed by Douglas telling Martin to take on his shtick, because I was like "Martin is fine just the way he is, imagine if he turns into DOUGLAS"- I still kind of think this way (though of course I'm sure it's more metaphorical than him pretending to be Douglas exactly) but relistening to the whole show, including some of my least favorites, reminds me that Martin could kind of use being someone else... who he used to be was really fucking annoying lol.
As far as Carolyn, I WILL add something about her journey here because JF doesn't mention it in his post. He talks about how her journey is to be more vulnerable to Herc, but I think it goes farther, in a way I've talked about here. The question she finally asks Herc- why does him saying he loves her mean something different now than it did to his previous exes- is her being vulnerable to HIM, but also an expression of an inability to be vulnerable that she'd shown to everyone, not just him. The whole time- til at least late S3, at least- she couldn't trust people, she felt like she needed to rule by fear, and it takes vulnerability for her to accept that eventually she's not the one in total control and people are doing things for her because they care about her and the company as something bigger than her and that it's not totally in her control. Maybe this episode it manifests itself in the question to Herc and being vulnerable to him... but it also manifests itself in her changing the name of the airline. It's OUR Jet Still.
A few smaller notes:
Martin, Douglas and Arthur all saying Yellow Car is my favorite thing ever
I use the phrase "a thousand strawberry lollies and the Princess of Liechtenstein" all the time and it's one of my favorite lines ever
The scene with Douglas-as-Gordon and Martin-as-Douglas is possibly the funniest exchange JF ever wrote (I feel like I say that kind of thing a lot)
And... "I hate flying into the sunset" is such a fantastic line to very-nearly-end on. It's a tie back to Limerick, but it's also an expression of how they literally are ending with a fairy tale ending, flying off into the sunset... which they'd all said wasn't possible in Zurich Part 1! Though Arthur was still right- it wasn't a totally fairytale ending, it was more like The Jungle Book. Martin's not there, he goes off with the girl to the human village. And so it's not a fairytale ending, where everything freezes at an unlikely ending point- it's BETTER. They're all in the best possible places for them, as characters, to continue, even if it's bittersweet, and it's amazing.
I do have to say- doing this every day has been such a joy. I may come back tomorrow to do a final thing but I'm not sure, but in the meantime, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoyed as much as I have!
*It used to be tied with the finale of Detectorists, and I still love the S3 finale, but they then fucked it up by doing that Christmas special last year which was honestly horrendous.
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rereading cabin fever and ugh how i love the idea of ghost doing everything in his power to make reader the most uncomfortable at all times i'm in love
isnt he just the worst 🥰
i wrote that lil part while intensely overstimulated by my roommates so i used it as an excuse to vent LMFAO
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telemarcs · 1 month
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Awh we interviewed the dune director about him choosing literally the islands next to where i live for the planet Caladan in the first movie, i'm literally so grateful he choose that particular place :)))
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Stakeout Vacation (Part 1)
Established polygang with OT5, main focus is ZeniGoe. Zenigata is lead to and "forced" to wait with Goemon in a safehouse until Lupin and Jigen re-emerge from hiding.
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"Lupin and Jigen are out of the country."
"What? No, I know that they're here, I just-"
"It is just you and I on this hill," Goemon's eyes did not open yet, and he did not move from the grass tickling his neck in the breeze. He simply refused to get up from the ground. "Take a seat, Zenigata. The clouds are lovely and you are out of your jurisdiction. I'm not wanted in this country."
He opened his eyes. There went a dragonfly above his face. The sun sat behind a cloud that was too lazy to move, and the tree above the pair was providing the perfect shade to obstruct the harsh light when it came back out. Judging by the angle, it was due to set within a few hours anyway. He hoped to be able to see the sunset with company this evening.
The inspector grumbled to himself and paced around Goemon instead of observing the lovely hilltop. "No, I know that they're around here, Lupin sent me his calling card from the mailbox on this land and you're here and I've been chasing you guys for a month now with no other leads, they can't not be here!" He stamped his feet and threw his fists up in the air, down again, venting his frustrations.
"I am sorry to disappoint you," Goemon sat up. "Not even I know where they went to. Lupin had me send out his calling card from here to throw you off...It worked. By now, I say that you and I will both know where they were when we see the news. Or when they come back and tell us themselves."
Zenigata began to curse and pace in a frenzy that Goemon recognized was building into a full-blown Zenigata Meltdown. He understood. A month of investigating to not even see the thief? It was a waste of time better spent chasing real criminals and upholding his suffering reputation. 
"Would you care for some tea and soup? The cabin on the other side of this hill is where I am staying." Goemon sighed as he watched the lawful man break down. Lupin might have pushed their inspector too far on this one. "Zenigata?...You can stay with me until they come back. I believe that was the initial-"
"No," The lumbering man crashed to his knees in front of Goemon, seething and pointing a finger in his face. "You know where they are and what they're planning, don't you?!"
Goemon blinked. "I do not. I was purposely left in the dark on this one and am supposed to wait with you until they return. I was actually looking forward to-"
"So they're coming back!"
He deflated. "It could take up to a month. I don't know when."
His face fell, and Goemon feared he would have to comfort the inspector as he cried. "No…No!" His eyes hardened. "You know where they are! You have to! Tell me!" 
Goemon did not expect the larger man to tackle him back to the ground and straddle his waist. "I don't know! Zenigata, I - WAIT!" His eyes widened, his hips twitched. 
Zenigata was squeezing him. Large, awkward fingers were curling into his ribs and sides, and Goemon couldn't push him off. The sheer, silly absurdity of the action was what stopped him from reaching for his katana several feet away.
 "Tell me what they're planning!" 
"I don't know!" Goemon couldn't stop his ticklish giggling from escaping, filling the silent hilltop with loud, echoing joy. He tried to push the giant hands off of his torso, but they were latched on with a strength only the inspector possessed. He resorted to begging instead of killing. "STAHAHAP! Geddahff! I don't know!"
"I'm not stopping until you tell me what his plan is!" It was both a warning and a tease. Something inside of Zenigata began to melt away as he made the normally stoic samurai writhe beneath him. It was not only an interrogation, it was downright therapeutic after a month of near solitude and restless nights going over leads and other open cases. Side jobs he could use to keep his reputation in place meant brownie points for when his paid time off happened to coincide with Lupin's disappearances from the public eye. Goemon's laugh and smile were rarely seen by the inspector, if ever. Most of his focus was usually on the others when they were alone during these coincidental times between heists.
He had forgotten that behind the legends and crimes, Goemon was very human. He was pleased to see that a highly trained assassin would trust him enough to endure lighthearted humiliation only Lupin or Fujiko usually tolerated. He appreciated not being killed on the spot for it.
And if Goemon was telling the truth, which he probably was, then Zenigata had some time to wait for the other two to emerge from wherever they were. He forced his lips to curl back down, stopping himself from smiling. "This is no laughing matter, Goemon! You either tell me where they are or I'll drag you down to that cabin and tickle you until they come back!"
"W-waha! WAIT! Aha, get ahaff!" Goemon's eyes widened through the tickle induced hysteria. His arms had long since snapped to his sides to try and protect them, and he was wiggling from side to side. He managed to roll onto his side, then stomach, but that was because Zenigata had let him so he could in turn have more control. 
He sat on the backs of Goemon's thighs and dragged his fingers up and down his ribs over the hanbok. "Oooooh, Goemon! I'll stop tickling you when you tell meeeee~! Where are theeeey?"
Grass strands were torn from the ground as Goemon tried to crawl forward and away from the humiliating torture. His elbows shot down with a squeak when those pesky fingers darted into his armpits, and stayed there, and Goemon forgot what the initial question was. 
He couldn't stop laughing for the life of him.
"Tell me! Are you lying? Are they really down there in the cabin?! Awful mean of you to make me park two mountains away from it!"  
"Gehehet ohoOOOOFF!" He outright squealed as Zenigata wormed his way into his neck, and no matter how Goemon scrunched it up the fingers found a new way to the sensitive nerves.
This was a distraction. Goemon heard the distinctive metallic click of a handcuff, felt it around his wrist, and that was followed by the other arm being forced behind his back to connect the two together. The tickling stopped and Goemon panted.
"Heheh," Zenigata chuckled darkly. "We're going down to the cabin. If they are there and you're lying for them…"
Goemon gulped as he caught his breath. "They won't be, I've told you the truth!" 
"Then I'm staying right by your side until we find them!"
They each grunted as Zenigata picked up the handcuffed man and tossed him over his shoulder like it was nothing, and grabbed Zantesuken in its sheath with his free hand to stick it in a deep coat pocket. He started downhill towards the old wooden cabin in question, surrounded by overgrowth and worn down machinery from old heists in the surrounding valley. No wonder it was so far away from town, in the middle of nowhere.
There was the beginning of a crude path cut with a sword through the brush, which Zenigata figured Goemon had made, and he followed that down the hill to finish his hike. 
 One of his hands held and occasionally squeezed Goemon's knee, making the samurai grunt and squirm even more. "Stop moving. I don't wanna drop you."
"It tickles," Goemon spat out. "You're sadistic. That was an abuse of power."
He scoffed. "I didn't think you'd be so sensitive. Don't worry, I'll keep it out of my report when I'm done here."
"I have seen Lupin do the same to you before on many occasions," His mood soured further. "It's not an honorable fight when child play is involved. If you had fought me in a fair duel I'd have won."
"Maybe…But it's you," Zenigata minded his hands as they approached the cabin. "Goemon Ishikawa, the ticklish samurai!" He chuckled. 
"I can walk!" Goemon changed the subject. "Stop teasing and put me down!"
"You can run away too, and kick, and squirm. You're letting me carry you. Why would Lupin leave you behind anyhow? What's his idea?"
"I was told to stay here and entertain you until they come back," Goemon's answers were coming faster and shorter. They were close to the front door now. "I'm not sure when that will be, but I'd rather not be tortured during that time. I'm not cutting down a formidable foe over something so trivial but I'm not above breaking Lupin's heart either."
"Hmph," Part of Zenigata already figured that Goemon was right, that Lupin and Jigen wouldn't be down there, but he had to be sure. He had been following the gang across Europe for months now, all small clues recently until Lupin's calling card with an address came in the mail days ago. "Is the door locked?"
"No. I was expecting you."
Without setting him down, Zenigata turned the handle and stepped in. Everything was in one big room with a hallway in the back of the cabin. The living area was nice enough, but water stains, dust and chipping tiles, and the aged appliances in the kitchen area told the inspector that the cabin was previously abandoned. The furniture was covered with dusty sheets. He saw the more recent cans and bags that had been brought and set on a table, but no signs of anyone else living here anytime recently.
 "Nice place. Fixer upper. Do those doors in the back lead to bedrooms? A bathroom?"
"Both. There is a closet leading to a basement on the right, past the kitchen. I've been staying down there in case someone else found me first."
Zenigata set Goemon down finally, and he landed on his feet easily enough. Zantesuken was set on the table top. "Sit at the table, I'm looking around."
"There is tea on the stove that just needs to be warmed again," Goemon kicked a chair out and did as told. He respected Zenigata for caring for both him and his beloved sword, in his own way. "And I have the ingredients for miso soup and noodles. I'm denying you rice."
"That…still sounds nice," Zenigata perked up at that news - he loved Goemon's traditional cooking - and began a thorough search of the cabin. 
He moved to the back bedroom first, checked under the bed and inside the empty closet. He noted that the bed had fresh sheets on it, and the room was cleaner than the living area. The same went for the bathroom that had been stocked with supplies - extra towels, blankets, toilet paper, toothbrushes and paste. It smelled of lemon-scented cleaner. No dirty grime in here or in the bedroom.
Goemon had prepared this for him meticulously with the intent to have him stay. Zenigata could see where the floor had been mopped. He felt a twinge of guilt for being so Lupin-focused when the samurai had obviously been looking forward to this visit.
 He moved back out to the main room and was pleased to see Goemon sitting calmly with his hands still behind his back in handcuffs. "Stay put, I'm checking the basement," He grumbled as he passed the other. 
Goemon glanced up quickly. "No one is down there."
Zenigata went down anyway. He saw Goemon's cot and empty cans surrounding a camp stove burner and a bag - it had clothes and sharpening stones inside, and calligraphy brushes. The cot was hard and Zenigata shuddered for Goemon's back. Much less care had gone into cleaning the basement than upstairs. Other than that, he found a few worn books and a dead radio that was too dusty to have been used recently. There were canned goods along several shelves, and he checked some extra totes that held moth-eaten clothes and possibly old disguises of Lupin's he would go through later. A record player sat on top of the shelf and he figured there were records somewhere, if they hadn't been sold off already. Amongst the boxes were inventions in varying stages of rusting over, and most seemed to be built of old salvaged metal parts.
It seemed this was one of Lupin's safe houses that he had done some tinkering at. Zenigata didn't see any blueprints, but then why would Lupin leave any behind?
He went back upstairs and uncuffed Goemon, giving him an apologetic peck on the cheek. "You really don't know where they are?"
He touched the spot. "Will you really torture me until I give you a fake location?"
The inspector sighed and plopped into the chair beside him, dropping his head into his arms. "I just don't think I can stay. Not without looking suspicious right now."
"Of course," Goemon nodded. "...But you know they will come back to this location. You could wait with me."
He perked up, lifted his head. "So I'm...and I can…Hey, that works!" He grinned and shot back up to his feet, pulling out a cellphone from his pocket. "I'm telling my superiors I'm staking you three out at an empty hideout outside the city limits," Zenigata paused before hitting the dial and gave the other man in the room a look for a few moments. 
Goemon could see the wheels turning. 
"...You're obviously not here," He said suddenly. "So be quiet while I talk. You're my ticket to Lupin and I don't want anyone interfering with us when they could be out there looking for him. Plus I…I appreciate the work you put into this place for my stay. Guess I'll honor that while Yata pulls everyone into the closest cities."
"I hope I am more than a ticket to Lupin. I'm making you food even though you tortured me."
"And I still might if you keep giving me sass. Might make you sleep on that hard cot in the basement another few days while I'm at it," While Zenigata made his calls, Goemon stood and started to prepare their dinner. 
It wasn't just about stopping a possible heist or staking out a "possible" hideout. Zenigata hadn't been alone with Goemon in a very long time. This was obviously a set up by Lupin to get the police away from something big, while also distracting the best detective for the case with Goemon's (enticing) company.
He would keep an eye on the news. 
In the meantime, he was set up with a free place to stay, free food, and somewhat pleasant company that he was mostly positive would not kill him later. This would do.
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we've changed a lot already. since we got here. totally: for one, I'm walking with you. —around the outside aka if linda and theresa met and were rivals, set in a fictionalized formula 1
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jrueships · 1 year
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Diggs. can allen have One Thing for Himself... EVER??
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theseheroes · 2 years
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the dove and the forge was good the first time around but came back better and stronger
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westernsunshine · 1 year
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Only stressful thing about Stardew Valley is trying to pick who to romance tbh
#i went into this game knowing nothing but that there are 12 eligible people you can marry#and i was like ‘okay i want to meet them all organically and try to discover their personalities and decide who i want based on that’#but everyone is adorable and i just. whoooo do i pick#i mean the first person that i was like ‘oh he’s cute’ was harvey which is Really funny because apparently part of his description is that#he’s not that noticeable and isn’t a very interesting guy#so why did i on day 2 burst into the clinic with the express purpose of trying to flirt with him 🧐 explain that#i like elliot as well though. here is proof of how much i like elliot: i saved up 300 logs before i managed to upgrade my inventory AND#while desperately trying to save up money (i.e. could’ve reallllly done with selling those logs lol) just so i could repair that bridge#by his cabin. i really thought that might be the way to his heart lmao. but zilch! nada#at least i have a new fishing spot now 🫠 we’re just going to pretend i didn’t try to handyman my way into his life#but then i really like alex’s himbo vibe! and i already have a heart with penny!! and abigail is super cute!!!#i don’t know what to DO. i don’t even know how to do this lol. currently i just try to talk to harvey and elliot and tbh whoever else#is around at least once per day. but like. should i be bestowing gifts? should i get my shit wrecked so i land in the clinic? idk#i mean i haven’t even expanded my farm yet so that has to be a priority. i can’t move anybody into my shack. i don’t think the dog#even wants to be there lmao#personal
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dandunn · 1 year
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Thinking about Lupin growing a beard for Plot reasons this fine night
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stanleytucciscucci · 11 months
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well if you guys need me I’ll be rewatching chapter 15&16 from last season to see for myself if the show truly ever was what it was
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smokeys-house · 2 years
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Puukko has a bit of a perpetual squint in the sun. If you see her indoors she looks very sweet and relaxed, but if the sun's shining she sorta always looks like she's gonna kick your ass. She doesn't wear a hat because her ears are very sensitive. The lack of a hat and the squint was a bit of a trademark in her wanted posters before she got her classic scar.
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