Dude, I need to stop procrastinating all the time, shit's really bad for me. I'm like behind on schoolwork and stuff because I just can't stop gooning to Mitsuki Bakugou, reading trashy fanfics and getting on Marvel Rivals.
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"It's date night." James said, pulling down his sunglasses, leaning against the motorcycle.
Everyone had different reactions to him: Charlie and Amery seemed questioning, Angel was split between ogling James in a tight black jacket and admiring the motorcycle, Vaggie was holding a hand to her mouth trying not to laugh, but Nifty was surprisingly neutral, just staring at James with a dead face.
"...Okay." She said, before wordlessly walking back into the hotel, leaving James with everyone else.
Without another second to lose, Vaggie immediately started cracking up, "Oh my god, what the hell are you wearing? You look like a f-fucking idiot!" She said before doubling over on the floor.
"James… Where'd you get the motorcycle?" Charlie asked, a look of preemptive disappointment already appearing on her face.
"Uhhh…" James put a finger to his lip.
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"Hey, could I buy this motorcycle off of you?"
"No, asshole, get the fuck outta my building. Sinner trash."
"Sigh… With this treasure I summon Eight handled–"
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"...Fell out of a truck." James responded.
"It fell out of a truck?" Angel Dust slowly asked, clear skepticism on his face.
"Yup." James said, popping the p.
"Okay, where did the sunglasses come from?" Vaggie asked this time, getting off of her spot on the floor and wiping a tear from her eye.
"..."
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"Hey, can I have these sunglasses?"
"No, get the fuck outta my store, asshole! Fucking sinner trash."
"Y'know, if I had a nickel for every time someone told me to get out of their store and called me sinner trash, I'd have two nickels. It isn't a lot, I know, but it's freaky it happened twice, right?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This: With this treasure I summon–"
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"...It fell out of a smaller truck." James said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"You summoned Mahoraga to extort those people, didn't you?" Amery said, not even attempting to be questioning.
"Nooooo…. Maybe- yes, yeah I summoned Mahoraga on those guys, not gonna lie."
Charlie was about to sigh and chastise James before he swiftly brought a hand up. "Waitwaitwait, before you say anything, I didn't just steal these things, I gave them something for their troubles."
"What did you give them?" Charlie asked, a shimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.
"I gave them deez."
"What's deez?"
Fortunately, before James could finish his immature joke, Nifty walked back out of the hotel with her new dress on.
It was a red off-shoulder dress, the crimson contrasting very nicely with her pale white skin while accentuating her large bust and wide hips. Yet, even if her figure was very nice and it seemed like she put effort into her appearance, her face was still empty, almost dead inside.
James noticed but kept his smile, albeit strange. "Well sorry guys, but I got a hot date tonight and I can't miss out on her." He said with a wink, hopping back on the motorcycle and revving the engine a bit while Nifty got behind and wrapped her arms around him with the same downcast expression.
Not too long after, James zoomed off on the motorcycle, leaving the rest of the gang standing there in his dust."
"...Anyone else think that James and Nifty were kinda…" Vaggie said before trailing off.
"Oh, thank fuck someone else noticed, I thought I was going insane. I couldn't imagine fucking somebody who's depressed. Angry sex is great, but sad sex is an instant boner-killer." Angel Dust said, throwing his head back
"...Boner-killer? You're a dude?"
"...Yeah, Vagina, I thought you knew."
"My name's not Vagina, you dick!"
Before the two could descend into arguing, Charlie began to walk back into the hotel. "I think we should just let them go out on their date and confront them when they get back." She said off-handedly before teleporting when she got into the doorway.
"...Do you two wish to play a game of Smash Super Brothers?" Amery asked out of the blue.
"I'd whip both of your asses at Smash Brothers." Vaggie sneered.
"Both of? You must be talking about bofa, cuz I know you're not including me in people you'd beat at Smash." Angel said, taunting Vaggie with a smirk.
"...What the hell is bofa?"
"Bofa deez nuts! I fucking got you, Vagina, HAHAHAAHA… What're you doing with that spear?"
***Scene Change*****
VVRRROOOMMM
The black motorcycle raced down the highway of Pentagram City, dipping and dodging between cars and ignoring all traffic laws.
"So Nifty–"
"James, I–"
They both stopped at the same time, awkwardly chuckling as James narrowly dodged a semi-truck. "You can go first," he said.
"James…" Nifty started, trailing off a little before picking up steam again. "I'm not hard to get, if you wanted sex you could've asked me." Her voice began to actually take on a hopeful tone with a shaky smile. "You don't have to take me out on a date."
"Nifty… Did your husband ever assault you?" He asked, a noticeable shift in his usual jokey tone. He had a large frown on his face which only got deeper when he felt Nifty flinch while holding onto him.
"Guess that's my answer… I'm not really good with being all serious, but I am good with being truthful, so let me tell you, Nifty; I couldn't give less of a damn about sex." He said, continuing to talk after Nifty had been quiet for a few seconds.
"To me, sex is like cookies; I really like them, yeah, but I could go the rest of my entire life without them and still be fine. Hell, this is kind of the reason I wanted to take you out today."
He started to go faster, the engine of the motorcycle revving loud in both of their ears, but for Nifty, the only sound that mattered was his voice. "I wouldn't want anyone for their body, I want someone because they're a person, because they're someone."
He continues to speed until they start to go downhill, the cars they're weaving between becoming more and more frequent. "What does Nifty want, what does Nifty like, what does Nifty hate? Those are the things I wanna know."
He gains speed as he approaches the bottom of the hill before he comes to a stop, skirting up dust and dirt only to reveal a huge building, something that the sinners of hell could only dream of affording.
"Now c'mon, you can tell me over dinner." He got off the motorcycle and reached his hand out to Nifty, a soft smile on his face and hope in his eyes.
She didn't respond for a little while, just staring at his hands before a sniffle came out of her.A sniffle first, then a cry, turning into a choke and then full blown sobbing. Yet, before James could try and comfort her, she reached out and hugged him before he could react at all.
"...A..ry…" Nifty said, muffled into his chest.
"What'd you say,I couldn't really hear you that well." He said, stroking her hair before she looked up at him, tears in her single eye and a wide smile on her face.
"Archery, I love archery!" She said, hugging James tighter. "I love reading, I love manga, I love shoes, I'm Japanese, I–" She began talking a mile a minute, spitting out an endless amount of word salad before James stopped her with a kiss.
"Let's get into the restaurant before you hit me with an unlimited void, huh?" He said, patting her on the head as she began to hug his arm and walk in the building with her, a weight being lifted off her shoulders.
"...Despite what I said you don't have a bad body either, y'know?"
"You dirty dog!~"
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THE END
What'd you guys think? I really tried to nail the emotional moments here and wanted to portray Nifty as an abused housewife from the 50's so tell me how I did!
Love you guys, see ya later ;)