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buttersang · 5 months ago

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HEYYY WHAT'S GOOD LIMBUS COMPANY BADDIESS

Good luck with the blog and everything limbus tumblr is cool, at least the ppl I've met. Always love to see fiction writers in the community too.

No clue what kind of fiction we're talking about so I'd like to request Funeral Yi Sang interacting with Funeral in any way I think that'd be cool :)

TY FOR THE REQUEST! I had no prior knowledge to funeral of the dead butterflies so thanks to you and a friend I did a research and observed as much as I can about the entity! And lobotomy corp, this sort of turned out to be a yi sang and reader (I totally didn't read this wrong I'm sorry..) but regardless I hope you like it !

trigger warning: dark themes

yi sang/ Clerk reader drabble

How long have you been here? time was an alienating concept..can't remember the last time you stared at the sun or gazed at the moon and stars, you've been looking at papers and documents all your life or for as long as you remember at least.. not like your memory functioned properly the blur gets worse with each breach that happened leaving you with the deep desire to disappear. but here you are reading through sickly words your mind can no longer comprehend...did it matter? who were you doing all this for? was there ever a person waiting for you. was there someone on the other side?

...the realization hit you like a truck, staring blankly at the white desk you seemed to spend most your time sitting on with all sorts of files scattered around it. the other clerks didn't seem to notice the piling panick seeping within you..probably lost in their own trance and suffering like the undead dragging their feet with them, despite it all they worked diligently like there is nowhere else in the world they rather be..employees they shall remain for eternity.

till the end of times..

you were unsure of what came upon you as you walked if not rushed to where the emergency pistol was at first frantic eyes stared at it waiting for answers. It molded into your hand perfectly. tailored to the grip.. strange comfort washed over as you held it and the devastating feeling of being in control if not for moment, must you wait for your demise like everyone else? in pain while teeth and claws teared your flesh when it can be as peaceful and instant as one singular bullet..fingers caressed the firearm with quiet thoughts being gentle on your soul for once. rising the gun for the cold muzzle to press against your head as you took a deep hitched breath followed with a couple more hysteric gasps signaling the tears streaming down your face with each sob filled with hopelessness. fear clawed against your skin trying to convince you that it was bad idea and you were just overwhelmed and needed to..rinse and repeat, rinse a repeat, rinse and repea— the horrifying alarm went off amplifying the urgency and danger that follows, you watched the clerks and workers begin to panick, some start to cry..it feels most alive when there's breach. deathly silent when it's not.

'Urgent , *XXXX* has escaped ! We need to—'

the announcement grew muffled in your ears your body refused to hear it. the hand holding the gun shaked erratically as the screeching voiced of an approaching entity got louder and louder your closed your eyes shut bracing yourself for a swift death but....nothing happened..? you didn't hear the sound of screams or cries. not the stomping foot steps or the fearful sounds of entities. cautiously your eyes opened meeting a figure standing beside you. bleary-eyes stared down at you as if it felt sorry for your state but if anything it was you who felt sorry for how lifeless those sable orbs looked at you. the man's complexion was pale akin to a ghost. you then realized his hand was on the gun you were holding , you didn't know what was going on so you just gave it away for him to hold, the man examined it briefly before putting it away and then he spoke "you wish for death to embrace you? despite the unknown." his question left you off gaurd but it's not like it wasn't obvious already what your intents was so you answered honestly,

yi sang hummed in acknowledgement with a distant expression before he walked away he didn't ask you to follow him but his eyes urged you to come along..so you both walked through empty corridors you looked around wondering where everyone was but he seemed unbothered. on his back was a black coffin engraved with white butterflies, so you asked, "What's with the coffin?" he seemed lost in his own thoughts till you striked the question and it didn't take a while for his lips to part, "It's where the souls rest..no more pain, no more fear." You liked the sound of that..no more fear..felt like music to your ears, you spent a pointless life slaving away for this corporation, and now you yearned to feel safe even if it's your last breath you had to take..

the path kept getting darker with each step you took until it was shrouded with in black, below your feet was a bed of white butterflies fluttering their wings as you walked through, it was beautiful..you smiled like you never have before running through the field of butterflies watching them scatter but remain in place, the man merely stared while you ran in cycles like a child, you were free...happy. After a while. you plopped down, catching your breathe and he joined you, placing the coffin down. this time, you noticed the faint smile on his face. You both stared at the void surrounding you, "...is it everything you wished for." his voice broke through the silence, unsure of what he meant, "is there nothing else?" Yi sang looked rather troubled and hesitantly shook his head..he brought a butterfly to your hand. a perfect veil of white with a dull yet steady light surrounding it.

"one shouldn't confine themselves with the feeble image of the afterlife...the beauty of death is as mundane as the silence that follows a funeral.." you didn't know how to explain how his voice was like a gentle wave passing through your soul, you don't remember laying down against him but you could no longer control your body no matter how hard you tried to move paralysed from the neck down, but he held you close for your worries to subside..maybe this was all a strange dream and you'll wake up in your desk any moment now so you enjoyed the embrace and mumbled, "would you ..be at my funeral.." oh.. words seemed to die at your throat as a mouthful of blood gushed out instead, you looked at him with wide panicked eyes as you gradually lost your senses, holding onto him tighter, he pressed a gentle hand against your face wiping the piled tears with his thumb. he soothed your scared gasps for air, your sight faded.. yet you could see his pained smiles and sad eyes, he pulled you close and whispered softly,

"yes..i will."

before it all went black..you didn't wake from the dreaming , you seemed to float endlessly in the void with no one to talk to or seek for comfort..not knowing that you've died a long time ago with your body sitting in that chair limbed and lifeless..along with whoever else that didn't survive the breach.

yi sang wiped the crimson off your face once you were gone before resting you inside the coffin and caressing your cold face..he kept his promise and stayed beside you till the funeral arrived and claimed your body, "Did resting their soul satisfy you? the way you couldn't rest your loved ones." The funeral's snarky tone caused the sinner to clench his jaw he didn't know how to answer that .. but it was true, he had to live with that guilt forever, with wings for a head you couldn't exactly tell what expression the funeral was making but its body language was dismissive, it had already got what it wanted so no point lounging around "maybe one day I'll free you as well."

I hope that was a good read. It was my first time getting to write yi sang in general, and I'm always open for more canon drabbles, not necessarily involving reader into it, I'm always open to whatever and I might write sinners headcanons maybe anyways kisses and hugs 🫂💕

#limbus yi sang #limbus company #limbus meursault #limbus heathcliff #limbus don quixote #limbus spoilers #project moon #lobotomy corporation #funeral of the dead butterflies

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fake-ascension · 6 months ago

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damn. i miss aventurine sm..............

i feel like i did him SO dirty bc he was the character i was most excited for and knew right away i was making an oc to ship with

his whole story in the trailblaze mission hit me like i truck like. i sobbed multiple times and it was so agonizing because i got SPOILED for the 2.1 quest bc genshit/hsr twt is horrendous and were posting CONSTANTLY about 'oh look here's his broken cornerstone and this text message that said he may or may not be alive' so i was so fucking anxious leading up to the actual quest

but at the same time i was in a different fandom space at the time (probably still sobbing over neuvi/wetrabbit........ or wait no it was otto i think) i was so emotionally invested but also. not at the same time jfdsklfds

like aster/pollux has got to be one of my most complex characters ive made:

was raised in an annihilation gang sub-faction of halovians and probably committed wayyyy to many war crimes, including ravaging entire planets into Nothing

has some sort of epiphany that causes them to defect from the annihilation gang; not out of guilt but they were rabidly falling into ix's shadow and was just like, 'nothing matters, whats the point of living to destroy or to destroy to live'

they are pulled out of the void by a self annihilator/doctor of chaos, the 'real' aster. who happens to be a victim of a civilization that was decimated by the annihilation gang, the sole survivor that will be remembered by none

i can't even describe aster & pollux relationship; its completely undefinable. they are two nobodies who would travel the universe and no one will remember them.... but its ok bc they have each other.

aster eventually dies, loosing the fight against ix's shadow. and pollux is about to be completely swallowed by the void, you would think that theyre like 'oh no i cant be alone i dont want to be alone the only person that knows me is gone and nothing else matters' but theyre actually just experiencing the overwhelming feeling 'they cant die, they deserve to be remembered by anyone and everyone this wonderful human being CANNOT be remembered by just me'

and thats when they are gazed upon by fuili, becoming an emanator of remembrance: all because they wanted to keep the memory of their dead friend alive

thus pollux takes on the identity of 'aster' becoming their friend, its their way of keeping aster 'alive' and honoring their memory: with a goal of interaction with as many people as possible so that aster will be remembered by them.

the guardian of recollection's purpose to preserve ALL memory of the universe while aster's purpose is to keep the memory of ONE person alive

wiat this was. supposed to be abt aventurine and avenaster.............

i guess bc aster is so developed on her own w/o the need to attach her to a canon character romance for a good chunk of her development. i'd say that acheron and the astral express have the BIGGEST influence on aster

like i love wetrabbit and silvanus so much but. silvie is much more of a personal character to me, she still has complex character traits but a lot of her development is fueled by nearly the entire fontaine cast and that allowed me to think more abt her close relationships with the cast & especially neuvi. so i get more ship content

but anyways. stan luckyrabbits <3

#yappin #sowwy for rambling #oc: aster [hsr]#luckyrabbits

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dakotakazansky · 2 years ago

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,043

Kota

It's just after 3 PM and Jake and I stopped at a local gas station before starting our 5-6 hour drive to North Island. With snacks in hand we start our trip deciding we'll stop for dinner once we get into North Island. We roll the windows down, and turn on the local country radio station. With warm California air overwhelming our senses, and country music up loud, we are both in our happy place, being with each other.

"You know Kazansky, I'd have never pegged you to be the country music listening kinda girl." I chuckle lightly to him, "Well I'm sorry to disappoint." He snaps his head in my direction, "Disappoint? Oh darlin' no, that just makes you that much more perfect." We laugh in unison before I jokingly say, "Ay, eyes on the road cowboy!"

After about an hour of driving and singing along to the radio like fools, I stick my hand out of the window and allow myself to feel the drag of the wind against my hand. I make my hand go against the wind like an airplane and let the wind pull my hand up like a plane taking off. I hear Jake laugh, assuming he looked over to see what I was doing or checking his mirrors and caught me acting like a kid. Without looking at him while being fascinated by the wind I say, "Let me know if you want me to take over driving Cowboy." He places his hand against my knee and gives a soft squeeze, "Will do darlin', but I'm good for now, maybe in an hour or so."

After about another hour goes by I can tell by Jake's body language that he's getting a little antsy about driving. "Hey why don't we stop here at this Historic Park that's coming up in about 10 mins, we can get out, stretch our legs, walk around for a little bit and then I can take over driving the rest of the way?" I watch him let out a soft sigh of relief, "Kota you're a blessing." I nudged his side, "Thanks for finally noticing!" I joke with him.

We approach Fort Tejón State Historic Park, and we hop out of the truck. We stretch our legs by walking a short way on one of the trails before we return to the truck. I jump into the driver side, while Jake happily gets into the passenger side, but slides all the way over the bench seat to be right next to me. "Sorry Cowboy." I say as I adjust his mirrors to my height. "Next time remind me to get you a booster seat, so you'll leave my damn mirrors alone." He jokes back at me. I push him away, "Damn that's a cheap shot Cowboy! Plus you wouldn't be able to handle me sitting taller than you anyways." I joke back.

We begin the rest of our drive down to North Island, at this rate it'll be almost 10 or 11 PM when we get there. I've got one hand on the wheel and the other is resting on the back of the bench seat. Jake leans over to lay his head on my shoulder. I start running my fingers through his hair knowing it's something very comforting to him.

Before I know it he's out like a light. I reach over to the controls on the wheel to turn our loud music down so he can rest easy. I'm glad I'm the one currently driving, because from how quickly it took him to fall asleep, he probably didn't sleep much last night. Did he just not sleep well or could he have been worrying about me too much to sleep last night. I think to myself some more and assume it was because of worrying about me, it would explain why he was awake as soon as I rolled over last night.

I can't help but adore the man leaning against my shoulder. I think back on everything he and I have been through, and wonder if maybe Tate was right, maybe I should make the first move, or well second at this point. I start to feel him stir beside me, and continue to run my fingers through his hair, sometimes lightly scratching his scalp. I begin to hum along to the songs on the radio, and at some points even softly sing along. Jake calms back down and we finish the drive to North Island.

I softly shake him after I put the car in park outside of the base housing office, since we both have to go in to get our keys. "Hey cowboy, we're at the housing office, let's go get our keys and head home for the night." He wakes up, and we go inside to grab our keys and get our address, and keys and get back in the truck. I drive us to our new home for the next three and a half months.

I help Jake into the house, and get him to the bedroom. "Hey, why don't you go ahead and go to bed. I'm not tired yet, I'll start bringing in the lighter boxes, starting with the blankets and bedding." He nods sleepily, and decides to go wash up in the bathroom while I grab the box full of bedding. I start putting the sheet on the bed, and he finishes washing up, and helps me get the other side of the sheet on the bed, I then toss him my pillows from my bed, and my blanket and we get those situated.

He climbs into bed, "Kota make sure you come to bed soon, don't try to be the hero and get everything unloaded tonight." I chuckle at him, "Don't worry Cowboy, I'll be up soon." He looks at me sleepily, "You promise, because I really want my Kota snuggles." I look down at him, "Yes cowboy I promise, don't try to stay awake just for me, you need sleep." He nods against the pillow closing his eyes. I leave the room and start unloading the light boxes and bringing them into the house. I save the heavy ones, and the unpacking of the boxes for us tomorrow.

I quietly walk back into the bedroom, and look over at the man finally sleeping peacefully in bed, and smile. I go to wash my face and change into some pjs in the bathroom to try not to disturb him with the lights. I crawled into bed next to him and you'd have thought this man was a heat seeking missile, because as soon as I got in bed, while still asleep, he pulled me in tightly to him.

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The following morning we woke up, and decided to go out to get some breakfast since all our belongings were still packed up and we wanted to eat before unpacking since we accidentally skipped dinner. We eventually ended up at a little coffee shop near the base, called Clayton's Coffee Shop. Jake and I each order the 2 egg breakfast combo with ham for me and bacon for him. We split an order of the Strawberry Shortcake Waffles.

Once we've finished breakfast we go back home and start unloading the rest of the boxes from his truck. We spend the rest of the morning and some of the afternoon unloading and unpacking the boxes and getting our house set up. We stand in the middle of the open concept living room/dining room/ kitchen area and just feel proud of ourselves. "I can't believe one how quickly we got all of this done, but two, holy shit we made it to Top Gun." I say to Jake. "Honestly it feels like a dream come true." Jake says back to me.

"Well should we go explore a little bit around the base since it's only Thursday and Top Gun doesn't start until Monday?" He grabs the keys off the counter, "You don't have to ask me twice! Let's go explore the town of our new home for the next three and a half months!" We both run out to the truck, and begin to just drive around town becoming familiar with where all the grocery and drug stores are, where the NEX's are, and all the restaurant and coffee shops are.

During our exploration of the town, we found where the Hard Deck was and I remember my parents and Uncle Mav talking so much about this bar. Jake and I took a break from exploring to go sit on the beach and just listen to the sounds of the waves. I got a text message from Tate, saying that they'd be here within the next hour. I told her Jake and I explored a little bit and then texted her a photo from where Jake and I were sitting on the beach.

I sat on the beach hugging my knees to my chest, while I was glad to be here with Jake, I was really saddened by the fact that I had dreamt of this moment with Bradley by my side, we had always talked about one day going to Top Gun together. I guess Jake could tell something was amiss because he wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him, "You okay Kota?" He questions.

"Yeah I'm okay, just thinking about how being at Top Gun was a dream that Bradley and I had together." I say looking at Jake.

"I'm sorry Kota, when's the last time you spoke to him?" He begins rubbing my arm softly.

"Oh, like an actual conversation, many years ago, but I do try to text him for the holidays, or birthdays, or tell him I'm there for him when the anniversary of his parents' deaths comes around." I say sighing, missing Bradley, so I take the photo I had sent to Tate and send it to Brad too, with the caption, ‘Remember when we dreamt of this moment’.

I knew better than to expect a message back from him, he seemed to only message me back on the holidays I guess to be nice. Jake and I sat in silence for a little while longer and just let ourselves for once lose track of time. We were eventually interrupted by Jake's phone ringing. "It's Javy." He said looking down at his phone. "I think we're about to get roped into helping them unpack." I say laughing.

Jake answers the phone and the conversation went as such:

Jake: Hello

Javy: Hey man, what are you and my little buddy Ghost up to?

Jake: Nothing really, we're still just sitting at the beach.

Javy: Would you both mind coming to help Tate and I unpack? Tate in the background: Pleeeeease?!

Jake: (laughing) Only if you guys buy us dinner and beers.

Javy: Done deal, I'll text you the address, we're pulling up there soon.

Jake: Sounds good man, we'll leave as soon as we get the address.

Javy: Thanks guys, we really owe you.

Jake: No problem man, we'll see you soon.

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Jake stands up as his phone goes off again, and reaches out his hand to help me up. We walk back over to his truck and make our way over to Tate and Javy's new place. We savored the ride over to their house, as it would be our last little bit of peace and quiet until we finished helping Tate and Javy unpack.

I think to myself, come on Kota this could be your chance to tell him how you feel. I try to put on my brave big girl pilot pants, and begin, "Hey Cowboy?" Jake looks over to me for just a second before returning his eyes to the road, "Yeah?" I rub my hands on my thighs to try to calm my nerves but ultimately chicken out of what I really wanted to say, and instead said, "Thanks for earlier, you know, comforting me while we sat on the beach." He reached over to give my knee a little squeeze, "Of course Darlin', I'm always gonna be there for you."

I melt at him calling me Darlin', I could never get tired of that. We go back to our comfortable ambiance of low volume country music and waves crashing. I beat myself up mentally, Damn it Kota you chicken, you should've just told him.

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milla-frenchy · 5 months ago

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OMG I can't believe you kept it a secret and wrote this for me 🥹🥹🥹💕 I love him so much 😍😍 (and of course you know it)

the tw are so perfect loooool 😍

You’re still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him.

Agree!!!! How rude

He’s wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat.

He's such a slut 🫠🙃

“Doncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?” “Not really,” you reply as your eyes are boring into him. He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek. “Being a cold bitch doesn’t suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.” You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words. “It’s a health issue, Joel. I don’t wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.”

I just love them 😂

“Here’s a thing, angel. You can keep Tommy’s balls in a cute box under your bed. I don’t care. But ya definitely not getting mine.” You scoff and he leans back against the seat. “So let’s make it clear— I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.” You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.

That fucker would break my heart into a million pieces and I'd thank him for it I just know it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“Look at me,” Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself. “Look. At. Me.”

🫠🫠🫠

“My sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm? “I don’t cheat on daddy,” you whisper against his neck. “Oh?” ”It’s ok if it’s you. It’s different.” Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious. ”I can’t do motel today, baby. Need to get going.” “Already?” you whine, pouting your lips. “Yeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I won’t be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.” You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, “Sounds good.”

Seriously, you're too good at writing them 😍❤️ (and I never want it to stop but no pressure 😌)

You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.

HOT DAMN ANGEL§§§§

You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin. “Tommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.” “What’s the message?” You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joel’s bulge. “This pussy‘s taken. You’re ours.” You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joel’s heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and you’re slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.

She belongs to them I'm gonna fn faint that's so hot 🥵🥵🥵 We already know it, but I love when they say it

“You often fuck here?” you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position. He replies with a smirk, “No, only on special occasions.” You shoot him a playful wink. “Aww. I’m flattered.” “Ya should be. I’ll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.”

🤭😂😂

“That was…Wow. Never came from spanking before.” “‘s weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. I’d think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.”

You’re nuzzling his cheek, tasting his skin with your tongue, and the overwhelming feelings in your chest make you forget your complicated relationship with the man stuffing you so well and you purr his name into his ear, softly, gently, pouring so much into these four letters. Joel locks eyes with you, while his cock still twitches inside you from time to time. His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard. Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that you’re staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.

Yes 😍😍😍 I love it so much

“I need the details, baby.”

JFC 😍😍😍

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 💕💕💕🫶 it was perfect 🥰🥰

JOEL’S VISIT | Bad Blood Extra | 3,8k

Summary: Joel pays you a visit and makes your night unforgettable.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel is in his late 40s), step uncle!Joel is a warning in himself, stepdad Tommy makes an appearance (kinda), fingering, ass play, anal, sex toy, spit as lube, pussy slapping, cum eating, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, alcohol consumption, swearing.

A/n: written as a naughty bday present for my love @milla-frenchy 🥳 happy birthday, baby!😘🩷 ILY! Hope you’ll enjoy my little gift❤️ and Joel’s huge gift🍆🍑😏

Pics are only for the mood. Reader has no specific physical description. Reader wears a skirt. Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

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You step into your favorite bar in your college town and search for him. You notice the familiar broad shoulders far away from the crowd and saunter there, on the way turning head of the other patrons but you don’t care about them. As if by a magnet you’re being pulled to the man, who’s seeping whiskey in a dark corner booth. Joel Miller.

You hate to admit it but you really missed the fucker. Missed his rough hands, his dirty words, his assholish attitude. No one else can make your blood boil like that but the hate you often feel towards him morphs into passion so fast that you wonder if your relationship is meant to be. As toxic as they are, you've never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Except your stepdad Tommy of course.

Right now Joel’s in the dog house. You’re still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him. So you don’t sit next to him and instead settle in front of the man at the booth.

Joel looks up from his drink and a smirk tugs at his lips, shining with drops of whiskey.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you greet him with a reserved smile. He’s wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat. Why does he always look so delicious?

“Hello, angel.”

His eyes slide down to your lips and then cleavage, with your tits almost spilling out of your top by design. He adjusts himself before asking,

“Doncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?”

“Not really,” you reply as your eyes are boring into him.

He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek.

“Being a cold bitch doesn’t suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words.

“It’s a health issue, Joel. I don’t wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.”

Joel’s brows rise up and he leans forward, planting his elbows on the table. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you ogle his arms and shoulders.

“Oh, little slut’s jealous.”

You cross your arms making your breasts almost jump out of your top and lie,

“No, I‘m not.”

He narrows his eyes at you and takes a sip of his whiskey before talking again.

“Here’s a thing, angel. You can keep Tommy’s balls in a cute box under your bed. I don’t care. But ya definitely not getting mine.”

You scoff and he leans back against the seat.

“So let’s make it clear— I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.”

You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.

For some time you two sit in silence, the air between you electrified and heavy.

Finally Joel gets up with a grunt and you look up at him scared that he might leave, abandon you, but to your relief he comes up to your seat and plops down next to you. He turns to you slightly and puts his huge arm on the backrest behind you. He’s so close that it feels like a hug. His scent immediately envelops you and you gush as if on command.

“Look at me,” Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself.

“Look. At. Me.”

The steel in his rumbling voice makes you throb and you turn your face to him, hiding your true emotions, your expression angry and cold.

“I’ve had a shitty day, angel. Don’t make it worse.”

He sounds serious and you furrow your brows with worry.

“What happened?”

Joel grabs his drink and finishes it. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and talks to the empty glass.

”Paid Jess a visit today. Tommy left some stuff at your… her house.”

“Why didn’t he go himself?” you ask, feeling a pang of sadness that Tommy didn’t tell you anything.

Joel laughs.

“I don’t think he wants to meet your dear mother. He fucked her daughter on their marital bed. She ain’t exactly waiting for him there with open arms.”

“And you? I’m sure she wasn’t happy to see you either.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The bitch can curse me out all she wants. Tommy’s just too good of a guy. Feels bad.”

“Whatever,” you grumble.

Your gaze drops and you sit quietly, deep in your thoughts. Does Tommy feel bad about what happened? If so does he regret your relationship? Does he regret you?

“Hey,” Joel calls and you immediately look up at him, noticing a trace of softness in his voice. “Tommy asked me to give you something.”

“What?”

Joel turns to you more, his thigh presses against yours, and he brings his hand to your jaw. He pinches your chin and slowly leans down.

You slightly open your mouth, welcoming him, and he kisses you. In a second he’s licking into your mouth with passion, claiming you in front of everyone, and you melt, tasting whiskey and cigarettes on his hot tongue. He grabs the back of your head and devours your mouth, swallowing your needy whimpers as his other hand settles on your bare thigh, close to your naked pussy under the short skirt. He squeezes your leg and, feeling how much he wants you, you gush more. Your soft moans are drowned in a sea of chatter and music at the bar. It takes just a few seconds of this, of him, to make your pussy uncomfortably wet. Your core is crying for more and you open your legs wider, signaling him to touch you.

Joel’s plush lips part from yours as he mumbles,

“Here’s my needy slut.”

You reply with a flirty smile and press your body closer to his.

“Take me to a motel. Want you to fuck me like one of your cheap hookers.”

You drag your nose up his neck and Joel groans, roughly kneading your thigh.

“My sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm?

“I don’t cheat on daddy,” you whisper against his neck.

“Oh?”

”It’s ok if it’s you. It’s different.”

Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious.

”I can’t do motel today, baby. Need to get going.”

“Already?” you whine, pouting your lips.

“Yeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I won’t be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.”

You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, “Sounds good.”

Your pussy is tingling for him and you desperately need to alleviate the ache.

“Please, Joel,” you sit straight and plead, batting your lashes at him. “I miss your big cock so much.”

Joel's wolfish grin makes your clit throb with the beat of your heart. Your tactics seem to work because he adjusts his big bulge and groans,

“My truck. Now.”

You can’t get up fast enough and then hurry to the exit, feeling Joel’s eyes on your swaying ass.

The parking lot is dark, illuminated only by one street light, and almost empty except for a few cars. Joel motions to his truck and you shiver when you walk there but not because of the cold. The culprit is an anticipation of his hands on your body, his cock deep inside you.

Before getting in you stop with your back to your step uncle.

”Wanna show you something.”

You bend over slightly and then lift your skirt. He sees your bare ass and you hear a whistle.

“Juicy.” He grabs your asscheeks but you swat his hands away.

“No, Joel. Wait.“

You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.

“Fuck, angel, this for me? Been training your ass to take my big dick?

“Yeah. I thought you might miss it.”

You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin.

“Tommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.”

“What’s the message?” You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joel’s bulge.

“This pussy‘s taken. You’re ours.”

You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joel’s heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and you’re slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.

“Fuck me, Joel. Fuck my ass. Please.”

“Sure, angel,” he growls, taking a step back, and pulls you off the truck. ”Inside. On your back.”

You do as you’re told, drunk with desire and excitement, and lie down on the faux leather seat at the back of the car. Joel settles between your thighs and throws your left ankle on his shoulder, opening you up for him.

“You often fuck here?” you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position.

He replies with a smirk, “No, only on special occasions.”

You shoot him a playful wink.

“Aww. I’m flattered.”

“Ya should be. I’ll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you giggle and spread your thighs wider, as he grabs your hips and lifts them a little.

The hem of your skirt slides to your waist and Joel leers at your exposed pussy. In the almost dark car his eyes are glinting like those of a predator in a night forest. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his handsome features, accentuated by the dim yellow glow from the outside.

Joel seems to be mesmerized by you too.

“Here she is. Wet little pussy.”

He covers your cunt with his big hand and you shiver when his warm palm squeezes your cold folds.

A gasp crawls up your throat as Joel begins playing with your slippery cunt, drawing soft moans from you—he slides his fingers over your lips, massages your mound, lightly grazes your eager clit and when he lowers his hand and brushes the pink heart of your butt plug, you buck your hips, calling for him to take you.

His light ministrations feel so good you might cry but they are not enough to satiate your thirst so you yank the neckline of your top down and start kneading your naked breasts.

“Fuck, angel, never met anyone this horny and cock hungry.”

You don’t reply, fully lost in the sensations, but Joel demands your attention by flicking your clit and you cry out as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shoots through your body.

“Joelllll,” you whine but then a hazy smile blooms on your face and your step uncle notices it.

“How could I forget that my little niece likes a lil bit of pain with her pleasure? Dirty fucking girl.”

You smirk and Joel continues,

“I see you clenching your holes, baby. That pretty plug of yours nearly jumped out of your asshole. Let’s make it dance.”

Suddenly he slaps your pussy with an open palm and you whine,

“Fuck, Joel.” Your body jerks and all your muscles contract. His hot palm lands on your blooming cunt again and again, the strokes light but precise and sharp. Your soft moans fill the truck, sometimes interrupted by Joel’s encouragement.

“Doing good, angel— ya know ya deserve it—look at ya asshole sucking in the plug— your pussy’s winking at me—can ya come like that, baby?”

Through the lustful fog in your head, you barely register what he wants from you but when you do, your fingers start twitching your nipples, pushing yourself closer to the edge.

Slap—slap—slap, Joel spanks your slicked puffy folds and when his wet hand hits your clit just right, you cry out. Your head dips into the seat, your back arches as you come undone from Joel’s rough caress and he praises,

“Yeah, like that, angel. Good fucking slut.”

It takes you some time to stop trembling and when your limbs and body relax, you find Joel’s obsidian eyes drinking in every sign of your ecstasy.

“That was…Wow. Never came from spanking before.”

“‘s weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. I’d think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.”

You smirk and flutter your eyes shut, still melting after experiencing such an incredible pleasure.

But they immediately snap open when you feel your butt plug move. You see Joel’s eyes glued to your puckered hole, held open by the jeweled toy.

“Joel?” Your voice is strained by the overwhelming sensation of the plug shifting its position inside you and you lift yourself on your elbows to see what he’s doing.

“I really missed your tight hole, angel. Very. Much.”

Joel empathizes each word by moving the plug in and out of your asshole. It glides smoothly, covered with lube and now your slick. You bite your lip, and whimper at the sight and feeling of your tight hole, stretching around the shiny head of the plug and then clamping around its base.

“Damn,” Joel mumbles to himself, as his fingers leave the plug and he begins unbuckling his belt. “Your asshole‘s drenched by your needy pussy. Might do without lube.”

“Yeah, Joel, fuck me raw. ‘s ok if it burns a little.”

“Shit, angel. Naughty slut. Look what ya doing to me.”

Joel unzips his jeans and tugs them down and your eyes are graced with the sight of his huge hard cock. The tip looks like a fat shiny lollipop and you almost drool seeing it bob over your naked cunt.

“Let’s replace the toy with something better, baby”.

Joel’s hand confidently wraps around the base of his stiff manhood while the other pulls on the plug. Your asshole clenches around it tightly, not letting it go, but Joel slowly slides it out and your ring closes.

Your chest is heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves as Joel slides his cock between your soaked folds, wetting it, and then nudges your asshole with his leaking tip. He pushes in and you take a deep breath to relax but your hole is too tight.

“C’mon, little slut, relax for me.”

”Yeah,” you nod obediently and lie back down, looking up and trying to relax your muscles.

”‘s like that, open up for me, angel. You’ve taken me before.”

“Yeah, but … when I took your huge dick Tommy was there. He knows how to make me relax.”

You find Joel’s obsidian eyes, and then look down at his lips. The man scoffs.

“I ain’t gonna smooch ya forehead, baby. And ‘good girl’ for sure ain’t about you, little slut. So let’s try something else.”

Suddenly you feel Joel’s cock bump into your hardened clit. You whimper, hazy eyes locked with Joel’s, and he drops his head and starts drawing circles over your sensitive bud with his slippery tip.

“Ya like when I do this?”

”Yeah.”

“Good, breathe, baby. Unclench for me. Uncle wants to ruin your tight ass.”

He’s swirling your clit for some time and when the sensation of him, massaging your pussy, brings you close to the second climax, he slides his cock down to your crack and pushes into your tight ring.

With a gasp you feel your asshole give in as he inserts his mushroom head inside your ass, slowly but assertively. Your nails dig into the faux leather of the seat while Joel groans and closes his eyes and you watch his handsome weathered face twist in pleasure.

“Fuckkk,“ he growls and your heart sings, seeing him enjoy your body that much. Not minding the dull pain and the feeling of fullness, you whisper,

“Deeper, Joel. Want your whole cock in my ass.”

He opens his eyes and smirks at you,

“‘Course, angel. Gonna use you so good, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

His promise should probably make you nervous but lust has completely taken over your body and mind so you bend your legs and press them to your sides, submitting your body to him like an offering.

Joel’s huge hands grab your asscheeks, he spreads them and holds you open before rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you.

He’s grunting and groaning while you’re breathing in and out steadily, opening up for him more and more. Letting him claim the deepest part of you.

Soon Joel bottoms out with a satisfied sigh and stops his movement.

“Look at that, angel. My dick’s fully inside ya ass.” His eyes are focused on the place where he’s sheathed inside you. ”Fuck, I’m so happy Tommy married your mother. It brought me here.”

He chuckles and drops his head back in pleasure and you lift on your elbows to see the way you are joined and watch your asshole flex around the base of his cock.

“Yeah, glad we met, Joel. Now can you please move?” You whine, desperately needing more. Joel doesn’t make you wait- he grabs your hips tighter and slowly pulls his cock out almost to the tip and then slams it back inside as you moan and grab onto the seat.

He starts off slow, rhythmically moving his stiffness inside your ass, then pulls out his glistening shaft half way out of you, spits on it, and plunges back in your canal. You moan as the wetness adds to the pleasure, coursing through your body, and soon your sweet sounds and Joel’s groans fill the inside of the truck.

You whine your step uncle’s name and your hand slithers down to your cunt.

“What is it, little slut? Aw, your needy pussy’s lonely,huh?”Joel mocks, through gritted teeth, and you gloat inside thinking that he must have a real hard time trying not to burst inside you.

But you decide to be a good girl for him so you bite your lip, pull your eyebrows together and nod.

“You’re cute, let’s fill your sloppy hole too then.”

Joel leans down and brings his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

“Make ‘em all nice and wet, angel.”

You smile and take his thick digits between your lips and lick them, glide your tongue over his skin, coating it in your saliva.

When Joel decides it’s enough, he pulls them out and straightens, slowing down his thrusts.

With his cock deep in your ass, he pushes two of his fingers into your crying pussy and you both watch both of your holes being spread wide around Joel.

“Fuck, I’m so full. Your fingers are like another cock inside me.”

“Ya welcome,” he mumbles and starts fucking both of your entrances— your ass with his cock, your pussy with his hand.

If you were enjoying yourself before now you’re in heaven.

“Yes, Joel, don’t stop,” you moan and the man growls in response. His thick and long cock in your ass takes so much room that your pussy channel feels tighter, his fingers stimulate you so much better, that in no time your walls start contracting around his fingers. Squelching sounds of your weeping cunt makes Joel fuck into your holes faster and soon you unravel under his ministrations, crying out his name and arching your back off the seat. You’re trembling all over, cock dumb, pleasure drunk, biting your puffy lips and leaving scratches on the seat.

When you relax and melt under the man, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and slowly thrusting into your ass, lets you clean them up.

”Lick it off, angel, be a good girl.”

You lazily taste yourself and then he covers your body with his, pressing you into the seat, his hips flush with your asscheeks.

“Gonna come soon, baby. Gimme some sugar.”

With that he kisses you passionately and begins hammering into your ass, reaching the deepest spot inside you, feverishly chasing his climax.

Seizing this moment of unity with him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight, while your tongues are moving against each other. You’re gladly letting him take everything from you and soon his muscles tense under your touch and he makes a few hard thrusts and then moans into your mouth and begins spurting ropes of hot cum inside you. He’s filling you up to the brim, his throbbing cock moving in and out of your tight canal, pushing his cum deeper into your stretched ass.

His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard.

Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that you’re staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.

A few minutes later Joel’s tucking his cock back into his jeans, groaning about your slick and scratches all over the seat. The asshole is back.

“Maybe ya wanna lick off your mess, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you snap, fixing your clothes, and then get into the front of the truck and carefully sit down on the passenger seat. Your ass is sore and plugged up again with Joel’s cum inside. ”A warm farewell gift for ya,” he laughed.

“Going raw was a mistake,” you complain with a hiss and watch him get behind the wheel with a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Take me to the dorm,” you command and Joel glares at you without moving.

“Please, uncle Joel,” you bat your lashes with exaggeration and he starts the car.

You immediately take out your phone and call Tommy.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy! Guess who just fucked my ass!” You chirp with excitement into the speaker.

You hear Tommy chuckling, Joel curses and smiles at you.

“I need the details, baby.”

You give Joel a wink and start talking.

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bronan · 3 years ago

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That prompt game: vert 16, 23, 27 and 35

Thanks anon!!! I love Vert and wow you picked some gooood prompts 🙏💦

HEADCANON PROMPT MEME:

16. Smile – okay let's get the obvious out of the way, vert wheeler has the best smile and we know this because we all have eyes that can see. he tries to be serious and stern when it's Leader Time but it's hard for him to hold that smile back when he's feelin' it. It’s really cute.

alright alright now when I saw this prompt, the first thing that popped into my head was this: vert smiling at his dad, a moment when you know his heart was hurting so bad but he still wanted to try to reassure jack that he would be okay, that they'd both be okay. Sometimes, things like saying goodbye... it's way too hard to talk about it or say it plainly out loud, but a smile can convey a lot of things, can be a small comfort. You can tell when vert's doing this - smiling for the sake of smiling, not because he's happy - because you can see it in his eyes. I'm sure he got used to seeing his mom smile at him when he caught her feeling down and overwhelmed after jack's disappearance. Just an automatic, learned reaction at this point; I could see vert being absolutely stressed beyond belief but if someone were to catch him off guard he'd probably flash them a smile while his eyes said "God please end me we are out of soda for the fifth time this week and it's only Tuesday."

People who can read vert well will know the difference in a heart beat, lol. And sometimes he's just not good at faking it at all. But he does try.

23. Romance – we all saw how he tried to hit on Grace, right? god. help this poor boy. Vert is so cute because he's so awkward. At least, with grace he was. I think it would be easier for him to make the transition from friend to significant other with someone he'd gone through life-or-death situations with, a close friend, someone he knows well and has gotten very used to. I think he just knew so little about Grace and psyched himself out badly, totally fumbled it.

That being said, I hope he's still awkward sometimes. I hope he still stumbles over his words and gets red and loses his train of thought when he looks into their eyes a little too long. It's just way too cute. I don't know what I'd do if vert were suave and cool with flirting.

As a partner, we already know that vert would be 100% there for his significant other just like he's there for his team. Vert tried to play the tough guy card in the beginning of the show by saying he didn't need a team, but he sure changed his tune fast once he had his new teammates in front of him. Vert is the kind of guy who loves fiercely and honestly and with his whole heart. Anyone would be really lucky to have him. 🥺 king

27. Sleep – vert's bedhead cracks me up and I didn't ever fully understand it until I started going to sleep with product in my short hair. I literally wake up with my hair going in twelve different directions and brother it is stuck like that until I wash it. Vert is clearly a morning shower-er. I imagine he's just so exhausted by the end of the day that he collapses into bed (probably facedown, let's be real) and zonks out until the morning. Hair askew. Pillow lines in his cheek. Feeling like he got hit by a truck. You know, that really deep sleep where your body wasn't quite sure if you were ever even gonna wake up again so it just didn't prepare itself in time when morning comes.

Then there's those nights where Vert just can't shut his brain off, so he lies awake and tosses and turns and gets frustrated as hell. When he was a kid who couldn't sleep, I headcanon that jack would take vert on late night car rides, listening to the radio until he passed out from the ride, where jack would then circle back to the house and carry him to bed. He hasn’t been able to do that for a long, long time, but it's probably not strange to catch Vert going out on his own for a drive, late at night, just him and the radio. It's different when your dad's not there to drive you, though.

35. Guilt – do you ever wonder if vert blames himself - even just partially - on his dad leaving? I mean, before he knew that jack didn't actually mean to abandon him like that. I think vert takes so much on and tries to carry everything and everyone on his shoulders. He is the leader. He has people who depend on him, a multiverse that is depending on him - and he's just 18. You already know that Vert takes every action - and its corresponding consequence - personally, as if he were the one who caused that wreck, or made that person get hurt, etc. He comes away from every single mission replaying it in his head whenever there's a call that was a bit too close, or a downright bad experience. How could he have done better? He failed his team just then, didn't he? Someone got hurt and maybe he could have prevented it. They were counting on him.

Vert needs time to decompress after missions. They're a lot. It's just a LOT, saving the multiverse. Keeping his home safe. Keeping his friends alive. And every single time something bad happens, Vert blames himself for it. Guilt would gnaw at him all day long if he didn't have his friends to pull him out of it. That, and the drive to keep on keepin' on, the type of resilience that puts vert back out there every single day until the job's done. I think it takes a special kind of strength to get back up every single time and I think Vert draws a lot of that strength from his love for his friends. And I think that’s pretty cool of him.

#ask game #hot wheels battle force 5 #battle force 5 #vert wheeler

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mobiused · 3 years ago

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i haven't heard any satisfactory discussion on this so i would love to hear your thoughts on the yellow truck that appears in let me in + girl front (and presumably the xiix teaser?)

well... satisfactory gives me the impression you have your own views on the yellow truck and you'd like them to be validated? as in, you hear theories or views that don't align with yours and discard them... i'd be interested in hearing your thoughts, though

whoa this got long let me stick a read more here

the truck from let me in & xiix is definitely the same, and it's owned by haseul (kinda). haseul's truck is decorated with a dreamcatcher, gross, haseul im so sorry. though honestly i think it's meant to be just feather ornamentation, because of her bird symbolism, especially since there's another feather object in haseul's truck that isn't a dreamcatcher, nevertheless it's still inappropriate.

in let me in, and at haseul's(? family?) villa in jeju, where LCM takes place, her bedroom(?) is also decorated with a dreamcatcher. the truck in xiix has the same dreamcatcher as let me in, so with these visual cues, we're meant to interpret it as belonging to haseul. in let me in, haseul is a passenger in her own vehicle. in xiix, she's entirely absent.

the truck in girl front isn't as clearly telegraphed to be the same truck as haseuls, though it does beg the question, if they wanted to differentiate it from haseul's truck, then why is it yellow? so i think we're meant to read it as haseul's truck, even though i don't think it's even the same vehicle. (just double checked, iceland car is a dodge and girl front is a chevrolet.) this makes sense though because the car rental company in LA probably stocks cars very differently to iceland, so i get why.

as for what it all means... unfortunately this is the hardest part. since the yellow truck has (seemingly) been dropped from lore it's kind of impossible to imagine what might've been, or what might be stored in the bbc vaults. as it goes for a lot of lore aspects, there's this overwhelming feeling of "a vital piece is missing" that makes it hard to feel confident about anything. i have my own views but i don't feel... responsible? sharing them, since its less well-informed theories and more just my rampant imagination. which, while fun, i don't think it's helpful. two things i can confidently say though are the following

the car as a symbol of agency - it's haseul's truck and yet she's never shown driving it. to me, this links in with loonaverse's themes of feminism. the ability to transport oneself opens a world of opportunities for women, and getting women access to self transportation (aka driving) is important in the fight for equal rights. you can read more on this if you care here (really good read would recommend.) haseul is continuously characterised as quite traditionalist, she's shown as a sweet school girl, and later with angel wings, and sings about being curious about her first love with the rest of 1/3.

this directly contrasts odd eye circle. we are explicitly told how OEC feel about female passivity in the reveal teaser:

"The three girls of ODD EYE CIRCLE talk about how you shouldn’t wait for love to happen passively, but should take the initiative to make it happen yourself."

it makes sense that during their exploration in LA they actually DO drive. and yes they aren't explicitly shown in the car, but this is largely because of the fact none of them could drive at the time so they couldn't shoot that LOL. unlike let me in, where we are shown she's not driving, we're meant to assume that one of them is driving (probably lip), as we also see them make use of a winnebago/motorhome in the starlight vcr. OEC being characterised as active in their pursuits in love, as well as being shown as drivers amongst other things cements their image as girls who do what they want without restraint. so there's that.

the second thing was that the truck is YELLOW which i'm sure has been discussed by others but yellow is hyunjin. a member of 1/3, and an... honorary member of oec if you consider hyunrry's tendency to swap places often, AND she appears in the girl front mv for a split second. she also has links with gowon due to the seesaw VCR. honestly i have no idea what her involvement means, since as discussed before, it feels like there's too many things missing. :/

#loona lore #loonaverse #first paragraph sounds kinda mean but i get the same way sometimes so its not meant in a judgemental way ^__^#also damn #i did not know i could write this much about a fucking truck you guys :(#long post

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pink-peony-princess · 4 years ago

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I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

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I'll Always Protect the People I Love

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

" I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.