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*~Period Drama~*

A/N: This was a funny idea I had and Now I'm gonna do another series with my Yuu OC. Note that I write most of the cast in a platonic sense with my OC because that's how their story formed. I'm fully open to doing requests with characters in a romantic sense. Word Count: 4.7K Warnings: Period mentions, allusions to sexual assault (They are assumed, nothing actually happens), She/They OC Pronouns Pairings: Azul/Reader (Poly), Jamil/Reader (Poly) Enjoy! Start (Here), Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Heartslabyul), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt2), Part 6 (Pomefiore), Part 7 (Scarabia)

Yuu was forgetting something, she knew she was. But sitting in her pjs on a Saturday morning, an over-filled bowl of sugary cereal in hand, she couldn't be bothered to really care.

It was shaping up to be a good day too. None of the staff needed her help with anything, her friends all had their club meetings, and the kitchen was stocked with easy-to-grab snacks for Grim. the cat monster himself had even started his homework on Friday night with minimal fighting. Literally, nothing could be wrong, but she still felt uneasy. They woke up feeling weary and oddly bloated.

With an inquisitive expression, she taps her spoon against her bowl. They really hoped they weren't going to spend all day in a strange sense of deja vu…

Then she sneezed and everything made sense. Yuu blinks, moving back to pull the seam of their pj pants, looking down as they groan, "Ah, shit…"

Azul loved Saturdays, they were his biggest money-maker days. Students came to the Mostro Lounge either to get a head start on homework, grab a drink after practice or clubs, or merely have a freshly cooked meal. It also was the day he had most of his workforce available so he could spare the time to walk around campus or catch up on his own paperwork.

But, what he's trying to do was gather his courage and think up a plausible enough reason for him to go visit his date-mate. Not that he usually needed one, they were very vocal about how he was always a welcomed presence in their company.

But, Yuu had been…easily irked? Prickly? Upset. Yuu had been upset for most of the week but anyone who questioned their mood was quickly shot down. The prefect would then tensely state they weren’t mad and then questioned why people thought they were mad. Sure they had a very intense resting bitch face but who didn't at Night Raven? (He's fairly certain you needed to either be handsome or have the most terrifying resting bitch face to be admitted to this school).

So he wasn't too pressed about his date-mate's mood until Floyd said something. He had come into the back office pouting of all things, saying 'Shrimpy smelled off'. They had also punched him when the eel merman attempted to pick them up, which wasn't normal.

Jade handled his twin, trying to cull Floyd’s decreasing mood, while Azul opened a few text chats to ask if anyone had caused Yuu reason to want to kill someone. The genuine confusion and concern that answered back only made him more uneasy.

Now, on a sunny Saturday, Azul made the long journey toward Ramshackle. With an obscure board game tucked under his arm and a bag of exclusive gummy candy in hand, he was on a mission to improve his dear pearl’s mood.

Or he was until he was suddenly being dragged down the dirt road in a different direction. He yelped and shouted, trying to angle himself to see what was pulling him through the mud and sticks. The answer was Sam’s shadows, the black willowy wisps quickly yanking him into the shop and setting him on his feet. Azul looks down at his outfit, scowling at seeing the dirt and grass stains. Sevens, did he rip his slacks?

“Lil fish.”

Azul jolts, eyes wide and semi-fearful at Sam’s echoing tone. The man stood behind the counter, a number of medical supplies laying across the surface as his nails gripped at the wood. Sam’s eyes were wide, pupils pinprick as his amethyst orbs almost glowed under all the shadows. Speaking of shadows…Azul looks around the shop, feeling actual fear stir in him. The shadows were everywhere, zipping through the aisles, slithering in and out of the back room, and some were even racing out of the shop, “Uh…Yes, Sam? H-how can I be of assistance?” He didn’t stutter, he refuses to admit he stuttered.

“Do you know what a pad is?”

…

“Like…Like a notepad or-”

“NO!” Sam slams his fist onto the counter, the lights of the near-endless shop flickering wildly at the force of it. He rests his face in his hands, paying no mind to his makeup and hat that fell to the counter. Looking up, his intense stare was replaced with one of desperation, “You’re killing me here, kid. Look, if you know what a damn pad is, just tell me where to get one! I know you and the lil pup talk!”

“I swear, I have no clue what you’re talking about, sir.” Sevens, had Azul ever felt scared of Sam? He didn’t like this, why was his fellow businessman so frazzled? What kind of pad was he talking about? Why couldn’t he find it and assumed Azul would know where and what the damn thing was?

Sam groans, hands running furiously through purple-tinted lock braids. With a snap of his fingers, the wisps all stop. Either quickly entering the shop or bleeding into the shadows to hide once more, “Look just…Go see the prefect. They called me asking for sanitation pads? That’s the business name they told me anyway…That and just…a lot of pain potions.”

Azul clicked out of his confusion, growing nervous at the potions request, “I…wait are they hurt? Shouldn’t they be in the infirmary?”

“I suggested that, but they insisted they didn’t need to go, just the potions. I’m sending them over soon, Crewel is due to deliver my order in an hour or two. I’ll send him over after ya once he gets here.” Sam grumbles under his breath as Azul rushes out of the store. ‘Primadonna dog hates when I call him while he’s brewing…’

Azul pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a text to both Jade and Floyd. Yuu was in pain, they had requested something called a ‘sanitation pad’? Whatever those were. By the name he could only guess they were used for cleaning of some kind. He sent the twins a message to meet him at Ramshackle ASAP, potentially 119 status. Yuu had always joked about the Octavinelle trio being the first ones they’d call if they needed to hide a body. But, it seemed when it came time for them to actually make the call, the poor thing must have been overwhelmed. He could only think they had done it in self-defense, but the cause didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a body in a few hours.

Halfway through the woods to Ramshackle, he hears other footsteps hurrying to catch him. Looking over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow at the extra amount of people, “Why are they here?”

Ace, Deuce, and Jamil all kept a quick jog behind Floyd and Jade’s long-legged walk. Floyd rolled his eyes, pointing behind him with his thumb, “I was at practice. Crabby and Sea Snake saw the text and wanna help lil Shrimpy too…”

Deuce raises a hand, "I saw them leaving the gym on my way to track practice. Yuu's my classmate and friend, it's only right I help them."

Jamil hisses under his breath, side-eyeing Azul as he sped up to walk beside him, “Plus, they’re my date-mate too, asshole…”

Rolling his eyes, Azul sighed, waving Jamil’s attitude off, “Yes, yes. We can meet with Draconia later about our timeshare lover's crimes. But for now, we need to go and assist them with the dead body I’m sure is on their property.”

Ace sighs, relaxing more as he leans back, arms folding behind his head, “Yuu finally did it, huh?”

“I mean…They can only threaten to murder someone so many times before they’d snap…” Deuce pipes up, rubbing the back of his head, almost dreading getting blood on his uniform again.

Floyd giggled, “I can’t wait to see who Shrimpy squeezed~. I bet they made it real messy!”

“Hmm…I wouldn’t put it past Yuu to kill someone via strangulation. But their MO seems to lean more toward bludgeoning.” Jade smiles to the group, eyes closing in barely hidden glee, “If anything clean up will at least be interesting if we’re just dealing with some blood splatter and a puddle!”

Ace and Deuce wince, watching Floyd, Azul, and Jamil simply nod at Jade’s examination.

The mood was instantly broken once they came into view of Ramshakle. Floyd and Jade tensed, their smiles dropping off their faces before racing toward the dorm as two teal-colored blurs. Azul shouted, only to choke on his tongue at the smell. Blood. His nose wasn’t anywhere as sensitive as Floyd's or Jade’s but even at this distance, he could smell the sharp iron smell. He jogged to catch up with his dormmates, his expression of panic causing the other three to speed up as well.

All he could smell was Yuu’s blood. Sharp and salty, but spiced and sweet because of their diet. A hint of some type of alien fragrance that no one could place and Yuu couldn’t name mixing it all together perfectly. And that was all he was smelling, not even a hint of another person’s blood.

When the rest of the group had made it to the front porch, Floyd was pounding on the door, eyebrows creased while Jade searched the bushes for the hidden key, “Shrimpy! Open up! Shrimpy!”

Jade’s fingers had just grazed the false rock when the door’s locks clicked open. Floyd swung the door so hard it nearly sent Grim into the hallway wall. The feline monster kept to the ground, eyes wide and teary with fear, “Yuu’s bleeding all over everything and they won’t tell me why!”

Deuce was the only one who had the mindset to scoop Grim into his arms, the rest of them instantly rushing up the stairs toward Yuu’s bedroom. The sound of their footsteps pounding on the floor echoing in the house, each of them calling out in panicked voices. Azul could only grow increasingly worried, the scent of blood growing stronger and stronger.

Jade slams the door open, Ace instantly diving into the bed and startling Yuu awake.

“The-The fuck- hello?”

Ace cupped their face, using what medical lessons Riddle had drilled into his head to see if they had a visible injury, “Yuu! Can you hear me? We were calling you all the way downstairs- Ay!” He tumbles off the bed when Yuu shoves him aside, dark eyes glaring down at the redhead.

“Yeah, I was sleeping. Why are all of you in my house?”

“We smelled blood shrimpy!” Floyd kneeled onto the bed, sniffing around trying to find the main source of blood. Ignoring or nipping at Yuu’s hands trying to shove his face away from her body.

Azul stepped forward, eyes roaming in barely concealed haste, “Sam sent me over. He was worried by a request you had called him about? It’s sent him positively spiraling.”

Yuu raises an eyebrow, having given up on getting Floyd off their bed and wrapping an arm around him instead, “Yeah I was about to ask. Octobaby, what truck did you get dragged behind and did you at least get the license plate?”

Whatever positive flow of atmosphere that was building ended, Floyd grasping the duvet covering them and pulling, “Shrimpy, where are you bleeding-”

A single tug was all it took for Yuu’s bottom half to be flashed. They all look in stunned silence. Fresh red blood on a series of towels under them, a smear on the inside of their bare legs. Yuu shouts but none of them respond, minds spiraling at what could have possibly happened.

“Floyd! By the Seven, I’m not wearing any pants!” Yuu snatches the blanket back, draping it over their legs with a huff. They turn to Floyd only to have their face gripped harshly. Floyd stared at them with a dead expression, his single golden eye almost glowing with the force of his anger, “Floyd?”

“Who?”

“Wha-”

“Who?”

“Floyd.” Jade’s hands come into view, pulling Floyd’s grip off of their face and his brother off the bed. Jade was no better, a pleasant smile on his face but eyes wide and void of any emotion, “It’ll do no good to pressure them into telling us. Let us let our two professionals deal with this. The two of us can brainstorm methods of...disposing of the unsavory culprit once we have a name or description.”

Yuu watched them slowly leave the room. Floyd just barely letting Jade pull him along as his expression started to finally morph into a look of anger. His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth, body so tense his movements were more shaky than his normal loose glide.

Looking beside them, Yuu catches eyes with Ace and Deuce. Ace quickly turned away, a hand covering his mouth as a single tear slid down his cheek and his shoulders shook. Deuce was no better, gripping Grim in his arms as he hiccuped softly with just barely contained sobs. He looked like he was fighting back the urge to go into 'delinquent mode'.

Jamil finally moves, a hand on each of Ace's and Deuce's shoulders, guiding them to the door. Softly pushing them out too once Jade had managed to pull Floyd out of the room, “Let us talk to them…We’ll…we’re gonna figure this out…”

Yuu watches stunned as Azul walks toward them as though he was approaching a wounded animal; softly, with just a hint of fear and pity, “Azul…What’s-?”

“It’s ok.” Jamil closed the door, still facing it so Yuu wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or mumbling to himself, “It's…It’s ok, you’re gonna be fine…”

Azul had finally reached them and they could clearly see the unshed tears in his eyes, “It’s not your fault. This is not your fault, do you hear me?” He ran his fingers through their hair, his other hand gently cupping against her cheek as his thumb shakingly caressed their skin. He opens his mouth, closing his eyes while he sighs a shuddering sob. Gathering his wits again he opens his eyes, a fiery determination glowing in them, “We’re here for you, my pearl.”

“Wha…?” Yuu could only wrap their arms around Azul, the merman diving to embrace her in what had to be the most protective hold he could do with just his two arms. It felt safe and sturdy, like a cool blanket was wrapped around their body. While it was welcomed, Yuu only grew more confused feeling a wet spot start to form on their shoulder where Azul’s face had snuggled into, “I’m…very confused…”

“Yuu.”

If Azul wasn’t holding them, they would have jumped off the bed. Jamil stood right next to them with a blank expression. His face pulled into a mask of neutrality, but his eyes were steely, an ice-cold fire in them waiting to find a victim.

“Who. You can tell me, you can trust me. We’ll handle everything, you won't even have to look at the bastard unless you want to beat him to death yourself.” He kneels on the bed, his hand moving to touch her covered thigh before retreating, a pinched expression breaking his mask before it was back in place, “You have to tell us who did this to you, hayati.”

Did what to them?

Yuu stared at Jamil, blinking when he finally had to look away to bite his lip. He looked to be holding back tears, fully turning around to put his face in his hands to mutter under his breath. ‘How could he let this happen? Why couldn’t he have just one thing with nothing to ruin it?’ a teary sob of ‘Do they not trust him?’

“My pearl?” Azul pulls his face away from their shoulder, sniffling before he removes his glasses briefly to wipe his tears, “Do you…Would you like me to draw you a bath? This can’t be comfortable-”

“Azul!” Jamil whipped around, glaring at the merman, sparing them a worried glance before turning back to Azul and whispering heatedly, “They can’t take a bath until they get checked, you moron!”

“What’s there to check Jamil!? We can all clearly see what happened! Why put them through the extra…extra poking and defilement when we know what happened!?”

“Because we need evidence!”

“What we need is a name! Or a description! I’m not even going to entertain the idea of bringing this to a court. We have plenty of manpower on campus to bury whoever did this 12 times over.”

“Excuse me, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Yuu spoke up, eyes glancing between the two of them, “Because if you mean the bleeding, that’s pretty standard at this point.” Maybe they just…forgot they had a vagina? Boys normally didn’t react well to period talk in the first place, but this was an all-boy school and Yuu was more non-gendered than female-gendered. Maybe they just honestly forgot.

But, what they said had only made things worse, both Azul and Jamil looking at them in absolute horror. Standard. This was normal. This had happened multiple times already.

Azul starts to openly sob, wrapping himself around them in a way to keep everything else away, nuzzling his head into her neck and whimpering out apologies. Jamil covered his mouth, a look that Yuu could only call devastation on his face before he stood from the bed to pace the room. Mutters grew in volume and speed before Yuu finally realized what they thought had happened.

“Oh. OH!” They quickly pull Azul from their neck, hands pressed to both his cheeks to keep him looking into their eyes, “Sevens! Guys no! That isn’t what this is, I promise! No one hurt me like that!”

“You expect us to believe that!?” Jamil turns on them, eyes wild and red with held-back tears. He gestures to the bed, alluding to the mess of blood under the covers, “What else could this possibly be!? Why are you trying to defend them!?”

“Jamil, I’m on my period!” Yuu looked back at Azul once her words seemed to hit Jamil, “It’s just my period. No one hurt me. I’m…well, not fine. Periods are a bitch. But not that…I swear it wasn’t that.”

No one made a sound past Azul’s labored breathing, the merman’s expression slowly morphing from one of despair into confusion. Once his breathing was finally under control, he pulled Yuu’s hands from his face, a single brow raised, “Your…your period?”

“Yeah…It’s just my period.”

Jamil pulls a face, eyes looking down as his brain worked to understand what Yuu was saying, “...Like the punctuation?”

Yuu frowned, turning to Jamil, “Don’t you act fucking dumb with me.” They press a kiss to Azul’s forehead, letting him slump against their chest, not seeing the gears turning in his head, “You and your sister are basically the same petty soul shared between two bodies. You know what a period is Jamil.”

The two mages catch eyes across the room, both…so painfully confused. Azul takes his time to finally untangle from Yuu, giving a small smile and patting hesitantly at the blanket, “O-okay…A period…right?”

At Yuu’s annoyed nod, Jamil sniffs, checking that he hadn’t cried before looking over to the door, “And…Najma will know. You’re sure she will?”

“I mean basically every girl gets a period so I would think so Jamil…”

The two boys share another look, communicating in a way Yuu hadn’t learned to do with them yet before they turn back to them with those soft, weak smiles. Azul caresses their face again, saying they should go back to sleep and that someone will bring up something to eat later on. It was slow, they clearly didn’t want to leave, but they both closed the door behind them. They share another look in the hallway, nodding before moving to regroup with the others.

The contained chaos they walk in on was almost comical if the reason wasn’t so mortifying. Jade had a hand gripped on each of Floyd’s shoulders while they took up the loveseat, whispering to the taller eel as he held him back. The whispers growing in intensity as his eyes widened in manic glee every time Floyd growled and moved to pull out of his brother’s hold. Ace was leaning against the wall, anger clear on his face as his nails bit into his forearms. He was the only one who looked up when they walked into the room. Deuce sat on the couch, curled around who they could only think was Grim, his shoulders shaking with barely contained cries.

Ace speaks up first, calling everyone else’s attention to their entry, “Well? Who’s the bastard we’re hunting down?”

Jamil and Azul pause, Jamil looking to the side and sighing, “They say nothing happened-”

“They’re lying!” Grim cries from Deuce’s arms.

The spade Heartslabyul soldier sniffles, raising his head to look from over the couch, “Grim said they’ve been bleeding since this morning. From before he woke up…”

Jamil pulled out his phone, already dialing his sister, “They said Najma would know what’s going on…They were…so sure nothing…happened…”

Ace opened his mouth to yell only to be cut off at the sound of Najma picking up the line on speakerphone.

“Jamil? What’s wrong, you never call me?”

“...” Jamil gulped, gripping his phone before speaking, “Najma, I need you to be completely honest with me. Swear on your life levels of seriousness. Do you know what a period is?”

“...Like the punctuation?”

Azul bit his lip, a hand moving to cover his mouth and start to pace around the room. He walks closer to Jade and Floyd to explain, the two eels listening to his quick words in clear confusion.

“I…Najma, something happened. Is it…normal to…” He let out another sigh, almost wishing it would take his soul with it, “Is it normal to bleed…out of your vagina?”

The beat of silence almost gave Jamil hope. Maybe it was some super secret girl thing that no male was allowed to ever know about. Maybe everyone in the room would have to be killed once Najma confirmed its existence. He knows he would at least prefer that over the alternative.

“Jamil, what the fuck? No!? No, that's not normal!? Jamil who do you know that’s bleeding out of their-”

“Don’t have time, I’ll call you back once this is all settled.” He’s never hung a phone up so fast. It quickly rings again, but he just declines Najma’s call and silences his phone. Now looking around, everyone else in the room is just as confused if not more so than he and Azul were.

“...What?” Jade tilts his head to the same degree his brother does while they both study Jamil, each trying to find…something in the conversation they just heard.

Azul spoke up, leaning his elbow against the fireplace, a hand coming up to rub at his temple, “They said they were simply on their period and that this was normal. They were also very certain Najma would confirm this sentiment, claiming it was a natural thing girls did.”

Deuce sat in thought, his brain working overtime to try and piece together the information they had, “Maybe…Uh…Wait, I can ask my mom!”

“What is your mom gonna know, Deuce!?” Ace hissed, more frustrated than actually angry.

“I don’t know, she’s like...an older girl? Maybe she knows more about it than Najma would?”

“...” Jade looks toward Azul with a shrug, “It’s another source of information. We’re literally going in blind with this.” He looks down in worry, feeling Floyd relax in his arms. His brother wasn’t calm by any means, more so his mood had finally reached so low that his homicidal urges couldn’t properly latch onto it. He just kept Floyd in his arms, holding his taller brother under his arms as though he was a cat.

Deuce pulls out his phone with one hand, the other keeping a grip on Grim as the monster whines. It only took a very rings before the phone was answered again.

“Hi, Deuce! I was just about to send you a text. I found this new cafe and they make the cutest parfaits-”

“Mom, that’s cool. Send me a picture later but. Um…I got a really weird and private question to ask you-”

“Deuce, we talked about this sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with liking certain things-”

“NOT THAT, NOT THAT!” He blushes, quickly cupping his phone away from view of the others. He whispers his question into the receiver, waiting with bated breath when the other line was quiet.

“Sweetie. Am I on speaker?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“That isn’t…that isn’t something that should be happening. Is this…Deuce, is this about your friend Yuu?” At the affirmative, she continued, “I know you said they weren’t from around…anywhere really. But you boys need to tell your teachers about this. Whoever told them this was normal lied to them.”

The nervousness returns, everyone sharing a look, Deuce thanking his mom before hanging up the phone. Pass the stray sigh or muffled rambles no one spoke, each one of them was scared to voice their theories. Everything easily pointed toward…assault. But Yuu was such a level of certain that it was hard to deny the doubt that grew at the idea. There were magical ways of getting the truth out of people, they had Jade and Jamil, so it wouldn't be hard. But none of them wanted to break the trust Yuu had given to them. Not to mention the small chance that something did happen, and forcing Yuu to recount the horrible situation was cruel even by Night Raven standards if they were trying to actively suppress it.

It seemed like they sat in silence for hours before they all heard the front door slam open, footsteps quickly stepping through the hall before a signature black and white coat filled the doorway. Crewel stood with one hand on his hip, the other impatiently tapping his crop against his leg.

“Ok, what’s going on? I’ve had students running around terrified from Sam’s shadows. I go to see Sam to ask about it and he informs me that he sent you runts to check on my puppy.” Crewel looks around the room, his frown turning into a scowl before he schools his expression again, “And there's no sign of my puppy in this pack of dogs, so what’s happened?”

After a prolonged silence, Ace groaned, deciding to bite the bullet since no one else wanted to, “Yuu’s bleeding from…from their vag and won't tell us why.”

…

“...” Crewel stepped to the side, light gray eyes seeming to look past all of them while he used his crop to point down the hall, “Get out.”

“Sensei-”

“Get. Out.”

The scramble they did out of the room was like a pack of dogs released into the wild, each of them refusing to meet the glacier-level stare of their teacher as they ran past. They didn’t leave Ramshackle property, choosing to instead stand outside and wait to be fully dismissed.

Crewel took the stairs two at a time, flinging Yuu’s bedroom door open. The sound of it slamming into the wall made Yuu groan in protest. He walks to the bed and sits, a hand instantly brushing their bangs back to alert them to his presence. He couldn't tell through his gloves, but they had seemed flushed, “Puppy? Puppy, talk to me. What's happening? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Yuu hums, just barely getting back to sleep before Crewel woke them up again. A hand pressed to their lower stomach and grumbled, “Hmmmm….Period…” “...Pup. What’s a period, explain it to me.” He keeps his hand in their hair, petting in a way to soothe both of them if needed. Period, Yuu clearly wasn’t talking about punctuation. All his mind could reach then was that period was speaking of a state of time. Meaning this was something that happened on some type of schedule.

Groaning, Yuu sits up, letting her head rest against Crewel’s shoulder, “Period, monthly bleed and all that. It’s girl stuff, you know biology, Crewel…”

Taking her in his arms, Crewel rubs at their back. Monthly…It’s at times Crewel is made painfully aware of how lacking he and the rest of Night Raven College were in knowledge about Yuu’s biology. “Yuu…That’s not a thing in Twisted Wonderland.” He can feel the moment they tense up, letting them pull back to look at him.

Yuu stares at their pseudo-father, eyes searching for some sign of the past hour being nothing but a really bad joke. Seeing none, they feel a cold realization hit, “Oh…Well, this is gonna be a real interesting time…”

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wataksampingan · 9 months ago

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Very long Chapter 96 feelings/thoughts below cut coz I saved my hard-earned Naver cookies for this and I'm going to react while it's fresh dammit.

Spoilers in every possible way, as always.

Oh my God its their first official date and of course it doesn't go Theo's way at all coz he's fighting a lost cause against an author with a sense of humour I share. Thank God his people love him

Nearly 100 chapters later and only now do we start steering towards Therdeo "My angel" Lapileon from the prologue (which I still find it difficult to fathom; the road is long and arduous from Therdeo 'Face as Red as My Eyes' Lapileon we see right now)

I have yet to translate the dialogue properly, but that last panel of him honestly unnerves me (and judging from Google Translated comments in Korean, I'm not the only one.) I'm not really one for the kind of ML who is madly obsessive over their love interest to extremely difficult extents coz I'm too old and cynical to see this as a good thing in a relationship, fictional or otherwise (This is purely a personal preference; no judgement if that's your jam and jelly)

But the thing is that it makes sense. Of course Theo would get dangerous over the first woman he's fallen in love with. Of course he'd do anything to keep her now that, yknow, she's actually made her feelings known. After 90+ chapters of angsting, literally watching her die a few times in front of him, holding such huge feelings of guilt for what his blood has done to her, quietly despairing over keeping anyone close to him coz he's a Lapileon and they succumb so often to death -- this overwhelming fear of losing her is understandable. The idea of her leaving now must be intolerable, like "not after every damn thing I've been through. Everything we have been through. Over my cold dead body".

...I've had the thought quite a few times that seungu succeeded in convincing me that Theo is scary, and this chapter - while also very sweet - is really laying that fact out again in no uncertain terms: Therdeo Lapileon really shouldn't be messed with.

The thing is, meta-wise, there is no end to cold, stern dukes of the frozen North with fearsome reputations, black/dark hair and red/dark eyes - it's one of the most longstanding fantasy romance tropes in manhwa after all. Throw a stone and you'll hit a milord with a chest so wide you can fit a full dresser sideways between his shoulders and a face so stony Medusa is taking notes. And of course, his grace is going to have the reputation of Ultimate Warrior and Sovereign of His Land, Tamer of the Terrain, Reviver of the Barren Soil Now Made Fertile under His Leadership, because only such a powerful man with a heart of ice and terror would have the wherewithal to bend the unyielding north to his will. He isn't emperor/king simply because of circumstances (TM), character and/or choice.

To name just a few: Prince (...kinda? Sorta? Its a long story) Killian from Like Wind on a Dry Branch, Hades from I Married the Main Lead's Dad, Riftan from Under the Oak Tree, Kandel from I Thought My Time Was Up, Milian from Karina's Last Days; heck, even the other Killian from Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story is about to inherit a territory that isn't so great but which he will no doubt develop into a thriving land coz he's Capable that way. If you remove the hair and eye colour conditions, there are even more examples. 99% of them are said to strike fear into the hearts of men just by being mentioned in a room.

...ngl, putting my gigantic bias aside, Theo truly is among my top three scariest ML. Not even Killian (Rieta's) gives me pause the way Theo does, and I have immense respect and admiration for the way Like Wind on A Dry Branch is told (and translated). I know Killian is a powerful man; I feel Theo is threatening. (Brief aside here to acknowledge that Killian has game for days, while Theo is....... look, he's trying.)

Take this opinion with many grains of salt, but few MLs that I've seen so far (and admittedly my repertoire is probably very limited compared to others) has come close to the time Theo plain snapped during Celphi's bullying arc, and when he nearly decapitated a wholeass princess in front of the entire court because she killed his wife (again. And yes, justifiable but still, in front of the EMPEROR HIMSELF.)

Also, the man looked like THIS when the servant who poisoned her begged him to "go back to the princess":

I say this with all love: Theo is not a balanced individual.

We already know this is a world where medieval torture is par for the course, but so far it's been reserved for Gen, who tortured and experimented on a child, and this dude who's been an accessory to Dodolea's crimes since the beginning. Theo does not give a single fuck about trivial things like consequences when it comes to Celphi and Perry's wellbeing. The world will burn if it must, just so he can find out who hurt them.

I said before that Saoirse is a true Lapileon, and Theo was the softest hearted of the siblings. I still maintain it's true, but with the addendum that Theo isn't far off in ruthlessness. You just need to make the mistake of hurting his wife or his son.

Granted, the obsession is only a problem if he restricts Perry just because she's "His". And she's proven a few times that she will Do Shit She Wants regardless of the Lapileons, Princess Dodolea or even herself (god, the way she second guessed herself so hard, only to bust back into the room with those shackles and physically FIGHT MIA OFF in ch 92 - Phineas owes her impulsiveness his life literally). I don't think the story can logically progress that way unless Perry has some sort of personality transplant. And I trust seungu too much for that. The fear is in more what he'll do behind her back (please don't Theo, we've been through this, you know what happened the last time you did things without telling her first - and even if other things went well (like suppressing ugly false stories in publications) that doesn't guarantee you're doing the right thing by not keeping her informed, you walnut.

...yes I know she also has the same bad habit of Not Telling You Her Business but she's LEARNING. I think.)

...also, tbf, Theo doesn't need his obsession to make him a danger to his own love life. Romance or not, he's still Socially Awkward and Fucked Up so lord only knows how many awkward mistakes he's going to make trying to actively court his wife 🥲

Then again, it's not like she's any better considering her last serious relationship was so awful, she literally died and went back in time. I'm not surprised, and in fact quite glad, it took her this long to admit to her finer feelings. However, now this is slightly uncharted territory, and this woman bottles up her feelings and lies to herself just about as much as Theo does. (Why are you so bothered Mia spent so much time around him? Why are you so upset that you can't do more to help him? Why are you so worried whenever he's seemingly avoiding you? Why do you look away each time he gives you puppy dog eyes, Pereshati? HMMM? WHY INDEED)

And now they have to return to the capital with all these revelations, and be within reach of the imperial family again and I AM AFRAID FOR THEM, PRECIOUS, I TRULY AM.

On a completely different tangent: I am truly not a fan of the novel ending where Theo ends up being crowned emperor. So if this manhwa ends with the coronation of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Therdeo Lapileon and Her Imperial Majesty Empress Pereshati Jahardt, I will be heartbroken. Like, I would have the same reaction to it the way Game of Thrones fans reacted to Season 8. That's how bad I would take it. I hope to all things good seungu deviates from there as well. It feels like the romance is following the novel just a smidge more - a soupçon if you will - in this season, so I'm a little trepidatious about what other aspects might follow. I remain a big fan of how different the manhwa direction is, so... GO SEUNGU!! FOLLOW YOUR STAR!!

P/S: my train of thought while reading ch 90:

Seungu is just bringing all of Phineas' personal trauma in full technicolor when he flashes back to his younger self witnessing his parents fight while his older brother sustains a severe eye injury, oh my god. This poor boy - no wonder he wanted to run so badly.

Oh god, Gloria having to try and save her children from this insane man.

Okay, so this cements that it was Theo's grandfather who was tyrannical as fuck and abused everyone including his youngest grandson? not Theo's father who also looks like he was just Trying His Best? But Gen's dialogue mentions "abeoji" (father)? Did Phineas' older brother neglect his kids or grow up into another abuser??? oh GOD THIS FAMILY

PPS: I cannot WAIT to see how the English translators handle that panel in ch95 when he finally finds enough braincells to return her embrace (that's not just any hug, cmon - that's a full on, no holds barred, literary Embrace)

I'm fairly sure she said "It's/I'm cold", but I also got overexcited because I thought she said "I like you" (???) It's easy to overlap/overhear either phrase as each other coz they sound fairly similar if you say it quickly (same energy like saying "suki" in Japanese but you need context to know if they mean they like a person or something else entirely).

Either way, it was definitely NOT "saranghae", which let's face it, IS FAR TOO DEEP for where they are right now. These two doofuses have only just begun to find out what their feelings mean, tho Theo may be too quick a study , eomma help.

PPPS: Ep 87 comes out in English tomorrow morning (for us in GMT+8 anyway) AND I WILL HAVE WORDS ABOUT THAT CONVERSATION, VJFHDJSKSKSL I CANNOT WAIT

PPPPS: it just occurred to me that all the examples I mentioned about the other comparable dukes of the North have more or less Definitively gotten together with their love interests, emotionally and/or physically. I mean if someone came up with a gantt chart/comparative timeline/line graph of when each duke finally kissed/tumbled into bed with their love interests to prove me wrong/right, that'd be fantastic but anyway

Theo has only just hugged her in ch 95.

They have shared a bed for over 90 chapters and it is ONLY JUST NOW that there is prolonged bodily contact apart from holding (often gloved) hands.

...I keep saying this because it's true: I love this slow burn so much.

#MILAOWM #my in laws are obsessed with me #my in-laws are obsessed with me #spoilers #so spoilers up in here #spoilers every which way everywhere all the time

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sl-ut · 2 years ago

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college!abby loving scissoring >>>>>>>

i'm in love

listen, i don't make the rules, i just enforce them (even though i totally made this rule)

more college!abby

i feel like abby would not be totally convinced that scissoring is even a real thing for a long time. ofc she has seen it in porn and its a running joke within the wlw community, though it just doesn't seem like it would make sense to her. like i mentioned in some posts before, despite her being out and proud for a little while now, y/n is her first real girlfriend (i hc that she labelled herself as pan for a while after she dated owen but then realised after dating a few other guys casually that, no, she is definitely a lesbian).

the first time she hooked up with a vagina owner, it was very very basic. she struggled for a bit to find the right spots (the clit was easy enough, but when it came to inside????? that's where the struggle was), but hey, practice makes perfect. it was tongues and very mild fingering but that's it. i hate to make it sound like i hate the guy, but i absolutely hate owen, and i just know that he's not all that in the sack. he might have had some good intentions, but the skill wasn't always there, so she honestly wasn't entirely sure of what would make herself feel good.

the first time she tried it, it wasn't great. it was awkward, and neither of them actually got off on it, but it definitely had potential. she didn't even attempt it again for a little bit, well after she'd gotten more comfortable taking on a more dominant role in the bedroom. another issue that i know many queer women who have previously only dated men have is overcoming the idea that being feminine is not exclusive with being submissive, and abby struggled with this for a while. however, once she was over that little bump in the road, she's breaking beds and backs left right and centre.

so when she finally tries it again, it's literally life changing. we all know that abby is an absolute beast with the strap, so we already know she's got the stroke game, so she quickly finds the best and most efficient way to go about it. her usual go-to is pinning her partner to the bed, knees to their chest while she goes to town, though she discovers a new favourite when she tries it with y/n.

they do it once or twice before y/n suggests a slight alteration. like i said, y/n is her first real girlfriend, and as mentioned in this post, most of her past hookups were with girls who were similar to herself (she would pickup girls from class or the gym). i'm not trying to say that people who are anything like abby physically or personality-wise are definitely a top, but in this case, they most often were. y/n is the first girl she's been with that hasn't tried to fight for dominance every time and actually enjoys getting manhandled by her, she when she suggests that she could be on top for this, abby was a little hesitant.

she'd had her ride the strap before on a few occasions, and had also forced her to get off on her thigh a time or two, but this? this was completely different, and abby liked it. laying flat on the bed, she felt a little vulnerable under y/n's touch as she gently adjusted her legs to make room. she shivered when she felt the familiar press of y/n's sticky cunt against her own, letting out a shaky sigh as she began to rock her hips slowly to find the right movement. she did take the time to appreciate y/n's figure on top of her, watching in delight as her head dropped back as small whimpers began to roll from her tongue, and letting out a quite whine of her own as y/n's breasts began to bounce with her movement.

"that feel good, baby?" y/n would ask through hitched breath, struggling to keep herself from shying away from the euphoric sensation.

abby nodded as a pathetic grunt escaped her throat, hands searching for something to grip. this was y/n's first time really being on top, and she wasn't really sure how to be on the bottom. then, y/n grabbed her hands, settling them on her hips and helping her guide her hips along. she bent forward, lips brushing abby's as she muttered to her in the quietest voice possible.

"use me, abs."

oh mama. she used her, and she almost didn't wanna stop. she had only just gotten comfortable with being the dominant one in the relationship, and was quite resistant to let go of that, so being able to be on the bottom while still retaining her dominance was perfect. she had the ability to move and grind y/n down on her in any way that she could possibly want, bringing herself to her climax and back twice before letting up. she would prefer it much more if y/n managed to get off at least once during it, but she also knows that it's not gonna work for everyone, so she will happily give her at least three big o's before letting her out of bed.

i think it's safe to say that abby likes scissoring.

just a little.

#abby tlou #lesbian #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #college!abby anderson x reader #college!abby anderson #wlw

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ips-northstar-official · 1 year ago

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So... It's the person from the hypothetical thing about the Balor. Here's the whole thing, as it is.

See, I'd just got done with a job along with my Lance: Things were great, I wound up seeing what happens when a Balor literally pulls itself back together from a front-row seat (spoiler alert: It was fucking awesome), and I wound up getting enough cash to do some... Acquisitions.

So! I decided to stop by a black-market scrapyard I knew about: Odd spot ran by an unshackled NHP everyone calls "Mamaw": She heard the term on an out-of-the-way planet, liked it, and decided to use it as an alias. Lotta people dump mechs that are too junked-out, expensive, or time-consuming to repair there: Wear-and-tear from a death-world, too much damage from a job gone horribly wrong, used for something horrible by a rich ass-hat... You name it, Mamaw's got it lying around there for resale and trade.

It's like a Flea Market for mech parts!

... And also maybe ship parts butlet'snottalkabouthat-

ANYWAYS. Stopped by to say "Hi!", ask around about any good deals, and she'd told me that she had pretty much just gotten in a Blackbeard from some salvage crews. I was interested, so she guided me to it.

When I tell you this mech was fucked, I mean it was Capital-F FUCKED. Missing a leg and both arms, any armor was molten slag, wiring was shredded, the works. According to Mamaw, somebody had let their Sekhmet-Class off the hook, ejected, and just ran away. Left 'em behind to fight while they fled for the hills.

The mech got damaged enough that the Sekhmet-Class couldn't move an inch more, and after the battle the Salvage teams moved in to do their job. So, imagine their surprise when the wreck they go to grab starts swearing the air blue at them. Just... Absolutely laying into them. Insults that I could not repeat in polite company, according to Mamaw. They tossed the whole mech off to her, she got the Sekhmet outta there with some conversation and offers of therapy, and everybody turned out pretty alright. She's apparently a very good underground fighter now.

Where was I? Ah, right! The Balor eating the Blackbeard.

So! I'm sitting there haggling the price with Mamaw, and she's making sure to get a good list of what I want off of the BB. Mid-conversation, she trails off while looking over my shoulder after we've finally got the price figured up and paid. I turn around, and my Balor's just... Eating the Blackbeard.

Greywash fully in effect, swarming the wreckage: It was like watching a swarm of locusts pull apart a 3-D puzzle. They'd find the weld-seams and bolts, pull 'em apart like a damn surgeon, pulled the whole chunks into the swarm, and then go back for seconds and thirds.

Weirdest part was, the Balor seemed almost... Gentle, as it worked. Held the parts it was pulling in almost reverently, and when the Blackbeard was down to just the framework and wiring, it picked it up and... hugged it. Held it, like a close friend instead of a meal.

And as it ate, it just got... Bigger. Went from standing with plenty of room in the warehouse we were sifting through to scraping the ceiling. And then...

VRRP. No more Blackbeard.

I turned back around to Mamaw, and she seemed pensive about the whole thing for a moment or two before she started smiling.

"A good eating young-'un, there. You take good care of them, you hear me?"

Well. I couldn't help but agree.

So, yeah: That's how my Balor hypothetically ate a Blackbeard. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go see somebody with a hypothetical Goblin to work on some hypothetical VPN-work. TTFN!

Ok so I’ve got corporate distracted for a bit so I can post this because letting this be my sole spoils of war here would be unfair to everyone on the Omninet

Also I’m gonna kick this down the road back to @horus-unofficial to please explain to me what’s going on with that Balor

That kinda sounds like it’s alive

Anyways back to standard corpro-posting love you guys

—the intern

#lancer rpg #lancerrpg

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months ago

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I also think that Megumi is the resident interest listen to-er

Yuji rambling on about space, and the stars, and the solar system, anything about light and how reflection and refraction works, and all of the celebrity crushes he has, throwing a ball up and catching it as he lays on Megumi’s bed.

Nobara venting about stupid girl stuff. He listens intently as he softly brushes through her hair, putting a few small braids in it as he nods.

Maki spending lunch time with him, excitedly explaining how to use each tool she’s mastered.

Panda and him talking intensely about D&D stuff.

And I think Inumaki will listen to him talk about literally ANYTHING and this is why Megumi can understand him.

AHHHH! Wait I'm obsessed with this HELP!

Yuji laying on top of a half asleep Megumi, rambling on and on about the stars and horoscopes and celebrities and having those oddly deep conversations about their place in the solar system cause he's feeling extra philosophical this day. It's soothing and unexpected but so expected of him- Megumi sleeps better after chats like that.

Nobara venting to him about period cramps and shaving and how she hates the sizing in clothing stores while Megumi does her hair- he has no idea why underwire is such a sinful thing or why woman's pockets are made so shallow, but Nobara reminds him of his sister and it brings him such a sense of comfort.

Maki raving about her weapons and skills and the different types she loves and he's humming around his chopsticks nodding along with her glee thinking about how serious and at times somber she is and seeing her in such a happy state softens her edges and makes her ten times prettier in his eyes. At times he can't help but wonder how Nobara feels when she's like this. It's the same way he feels whenever Yuji is genuinely happy.

Oh God Panda and him being D&D fans I cannot! They have game nights and campaigns and their characters are best friends against the world- no one but Inumaki can keep up with their rambles but it's fun seeing them so happy.

MOOD! Megumi can tell Inumaki everything and our speech curse user is so good at listening and advice. Megumi could give him a whole monologue about his feelings regarding accidentally calling Gojo dad or the fact he's slowly developing a crush on his best friend whom he's pretty sure is straight or how he's not sure where he's going in life with his curse energy and whatnot- and Inumaki will pat his arm with a "Tuna mayo." and all his problems are resolved. Or at the very least- he doesn't feel nearly as stressed about it.

A little bonus cause YES!

Yuta and Megumi share stories about Gojo from time to time but really Megumi loves hearing Yuta's travel stories cause he has a small desire to do so himself one day and lives vicariously through him. I love to think they plan trips together down the road and Yuta takes him all over Japan in a "Fellow Gojo student road trip" sort of thing. he does it for all the first years but Megumi gets the first trip cause "Related to Gojo perks" lols

Ducky this gives me LIFE! Thank you so much for sharing the sillies with me! :D

#squiggily speaks #ask #duckymcdoorknob #Ducky let's GO!#Ducky :3 #friend :3 #jjk sillies #jjk talks #megumi fushiguro #I love him so much your honor

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joelswritingmistress · 1 year ago

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My Boss: Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: Joel let's everyone know of a surprise weekend off. Y/N gets more than she bargained for in the shed and a promise for later in the evening.

Joel Miller x f!reader. Smut warning.

Your arm laid across the spot in the bed where Joel had been. It was past midnight and you couldn't sleep. The countless what-ifs danced around in your twenty-two year old mind like flames on a candle. With each thought, the heat grew stronger until you quite literally felt like your head would explode.

What would the morning meeting be like? Unless Joel paired you together again you would have anxiety, even though he always bounced around from place to place and never paired with you more often than anyone else.

You chewed several of the fingernails on your right hand down so far they were starting to hurt. When you turned on your side to try to get some sleep, all you could envision was Joel laying there beside you. His hand on your face, eyes fixed on yours, foot tucked between your beneath the covers

I'm not getting any sleep tonight, you concluded.

Your heart pounded. Beside you, your friends Molly and Viv chatted without a care in the world like they did every morning at the pavilion. Would you tell them? You weren't sure yet.

The clock neared seven o'clock and Joel hadn't arrived yet. He was always early and ready to go. What was different about this morning? Why wasn't he here yet?

"Any idea where Joel is?" You finally asked Molly beside you when you couldn't take it anymore.

"Maybe we'll all get the day off," she joked with a shrug.

"If we do I'm hitting that bar down the road," Viv added. "There was a sign up last month with the happy hour prices." She wiggled her eyebrows and you finally managed a genuine chuckle. It made you realize how bad you needed girl time.

"Hey, hey," a friendly, familiar voice filled the room and every hair on the back of your neck stood up. Joel. You almost couldn't hide your physical reaction to seeing him. Your stomach did a flip and you squeezed your legs together under the picnic table where you sat.

In place of his friendly tone you imagined the raspy, dirty nothings he whispered into your ear and against your lips the night before. It was a vast contrast to the way he addressed the group now, flashing boxes of Dunkin Donuts as Angela, his assistant, toted two boxes of Joe. For the first time you felt a spark of jealousy when the two of them entered together.

"What's going on?" Evan, another coworker, asked from the table over.

"I forgot to mention," Joel brushed his hair back and placed one foot up on the bench at the table in front. His eyes landed on yours and for a second or two he paused.

Angela cleared her throat at his seemingly unnatural pause and Joel snapped out of the momentary daze and continued on.

"Todays guests are expected to be checked out by ten." He gently put his hands together and leaned his elbow on the knee that was perched up. "So after we clean out all the family cabins you'll have the rest of the day off."

"No shit?" Evan asked.

Joel smirked and nodded. "No shit."

The group cheered and high-fived at the last minute time off.

"Oh, and.." Joel looked back to Angela who gave the second wave of good news as she removed a sprinkle donut from the box.

"You also get Saturday and Sunday off.. aside from some minor touch up cleaning."

"I called it!" Viv exclaimed when everyone grew excited again.

"No, I did," Molly argued.

"Come get some donuts and coffee," Joel urged. "Then we'll make sure our guests had a good time before taking a much needed mid-summer break on this eighty degrees and sunny afternoon."

You were thrilled about the little break, but it didn't compare to all you had been feeling since bedding your boss. When you rose to your feet and trailed your friends to the donut table, you saw Joel glance at you from your peripheral vision.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You didn't know how to address him or approach him. But, damn, he looked so good in his baseball hat, snug T-shirt and shorts. Even his mid-calf "dad socks" were doing something for you a little extra that morning.

You took a bite out of a glazed donut and finally found the courage to glance in Joel's direction, half expecting him to turn away but he didn't.

"Are we allowed to leave for the night?" Viv asked. "Or like a few hours."

"You can do whatever you want once the bunks are clean," Joel explained. "How about if we decide to be ready to prep for Monday at one o'clock Sunday afternoon. Between now and then you're all free to do what you want." His eyes met yours again, "You're all adults."

That was definitely a double-meaning. Joel still wanted you, and in the moment that's all you needed to know.

"Would it make sense for all of us to kind of just clean up the stations we were responsible for yesterday?" Molly asked. "Like Jim and I did the painting station. We could put away the paints, wipe down the countertops, whatever else."

A lightbulb went off in Joel's head and he smiled, motioning to Molly. "Great idea."

"I guess that leaves (Y/N) stuck with the boss again," Joel teased, motioning to you.

"Oo ouch, my bad," Molly said with a laugh.

You smiled and looked down sheepishly and then back up.

"I think you need a second donut for that," Angela chimed in, sliding a jelly in your direction.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad," Joel grinned and flashed you the subtlest of winks. A harsh blush formed on your cheeks and you smiled.

"Better than most," you added awkwardly to the conversation.

Joel's face twisted in amusement as he looked at you more playfully now. "Than most?"

"Okay, all." What were you two talking about? His management abilities or how amazing he was in bed?

"Don't feed his ego," Angela joked again, sipping on a coffee.

"Alright, alright," Joel waved his hands casually, still smiling, "Eat up and then get to work."

"You want to go to Stubby's later with us?" Viv asked eagerly. "That's the happy hour place."

Joel leaned an extra attentive ear to the conversation. You could tell he had been about to walk out but stopped to see what your answer would be.

"Probably." You nodded and left it at that. You didn't want to make any official commitments one way or another. Any other day of the week would have been an automatic yes. Today, however, you were ready to drop everything if it meant another encounter with Joel.

The answer was enough to satisfy your friends and everyone made their way to tend to their own duties.

When Joel didn't immediately follow you down to the shed at the lake you felt a giant wave of disappointment. Every single thought as you wiped down the kayaks included your boss in some way. It was hard to keep him from your mind when a soreness lingered between your legs, a reminder of all that transpired the night before. The ache made you want him that much more.

You sighed to yourself and blew a piece of hair to the side that had snuck out of your ponytail and hung in your face. The shed was sticky from the dense summer heat and you felt the first lair of sweat begin to glisten along your arms as you leaned forward and continued to clean out the vessels.

When a pair of hands touched down gently on your hips from behind you let out a scream. Immediately, you relaxed when you recognized Joel's shushing sound, that he hissed out with a laugh.

"Shh," he put his lips to your ear from behind. "You'll draw everyone down here, and I'm not supposed to be fraternizing with the staff."

You smiled wide and your body burned with desire. It was the immediate reaction to his touch. You slowly spun around to face him and draped your arms around the back of his neck.

"I won't tell," you said quietly, encouraging the kiss Joel had already begun to initiate before the words left your mouth.

It was feral the way you indulged in each other. Everything felt so explosive and exciting. You had never felt this way when kissing anyone else. Making out with Joel secretly like the hottest thing to ever happen to you - aside from the mind blowing sex the night before.

"Am I just better than most?" Joel teased, though you sensed there was something genuine about the question.

He pushed up at your work t-shirt with the name of the campground printed in the corner and exposed one of your breasts so he could take your nipple into his mouth.

You cupped the back of his head and moaned quietly before giving an answer. "The best I've ever had."

"You're just saying that," he choked out in between the gentle flicks of his tongue as his lips tightened around the center of your breast.

"Mmm.. I mean it." You let out a loud sigh when he stopped, but your eyes pressed shut when he kissed you hard again. "No one.. has ever given me.. an orgasm.." you managed to tell him honestly, "Until last night."

You felt Joel smile against your lips and you made out some more. His cock pushed against the front of his shorts and you decided to take the lead this time and make a move.

When you pushed back, breaking the kiss, Joel opened his eyes and his eyebrows pressed together in confusion. A second later you crouched down in front of him and undid the buckle on his belt. You had been dying to do this for some time.

Joel visibly swallowed hard and he began to toy with your hair as you undid his pants and shoved them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Your eyes hit him from your place on dirt ground before you took his thick manhood in your mouth for the first time.

He moaned the second he felt the warmth of your oral cavity engulf him. It was already a challenge. His girth alone left you with a concern for lockjaw as you explored every inch of him fully.

Watching him immediately twitch and squirm with pleasure left your panties saturated again. Joel whispered your name amidst the pumping of your hand against him and the attempts you made to deep throat his thick shaft.

Joel leaned back against the wall, spreading his feet a bit wider and gripped a fistful of your ponytail. "That's it, baby girl," he choked out.

Baby girl. Oh, this man did something new to you every day. You wanted nothing more than to be Joel's baby girl. You'd be his anything.

Your jaw was already feeling tight in the corners but you didn't stop. He was a challenge to get down your throat but you knew what you were doing was effective from Joel's reactions.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" He whispered, beginning to thrust his hips forward.

You nodded, not stopping as a tear squeaked out of the duct of your eye. His cock was a lot to take in and now that he thrusted into your mouth you were struggling - willingly at that.

"I'm gunna cum," Joel warned.

It wasn't longer than a second or two later that his body tensed and he held you firmly by the back of the head. You closed your eyes and felt the warm, sticky liquid coat your throat and alert your taste buds to the taste of saline as Joel shot his load into your mouth.

He grunted and groaned, saying your name in the midst of it all again, and impaling you in the process as he finished himself off completely.

You finally managed a breath as Joel's heavy member fell from your mouth and back safely into his own hand.

"Fuck," he breathed out the word and stroked himself once or twice to alleviate a final drop before pulling his shorts back up.

You rose to your feet, thumbing your swollen bottom lip and swallowed what was left in your mouth.

Joel leaned back against the wall again and reached a hand out to dry the area beneath your eyes. He tipped him mouth up to smile partway. "Was I too rough?"

You wanted to smile but you were too caught up in your own lust to smile. "No," you answered honestly. The tiniest grin managed to creep onto your face and Joel rested a hand on your cheek again.

"You going out to that bar later?" He asked, point blank.

His eyes owned you. *He* owned you.

"No," you said to him, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

Joel smirked again and continued to let his thumb dance in circles beneath your eye. "I think I owe you one after this," he claimed, "Or more than one."

You wanted one.. or more than one. All in all, you just wanted to breathe the same air as Joel Miller. Where ever he was going that night was where you wanted to be.

"I'm free," you informed him, closing the gap even more between you.

Joel hooked his fingers in the belt loops on your jean shorts and pulled you all the way to him. He kissed you once on the lips.

"Go to cabin thirteen once everyone leaves," he said quietly against your lips. "I'll send you a text."

"Okay," you obeyed. Your hands rested on his broad chest and he still had his fingers hooked on your shorts.

Joel's eyes studied yours and you couldn't help but kiss him again. This was everything you had wanted for so long; but, fuck, you were already caught up.

His eyes lifted toward a small window, and you looked over your shoulder at someone coming through the path.

You pushed away from him and grabbed the rag you had been using to clean the kayak before scuttling to the opposite side of the shed.

Evan wandered in momentarily and motioned to Joel, who fumbled with his walkie talkie.

"Hey boss, uh, Angela was trying to call you on the radio but you didn't answer so she sent me down here to get you. A few families want to rebook for the same week next summer and she just needs your help with that."

"Damn thing." Joel slapped the radio against his thigh and turned the knob. He then spoke into the receiver, letting Angela know he'd be on his way to lend a hand.

"Coming out with us later, (Y/N)?" Evan asked. "First beer's on me."

Joel looked in your direction. Was there a twinge of jealousy in his eyes?

"No fraternizing with the staff," he playfully scolded Evan.

"Oh, never. Never." Evan chuckled and you told him you had a headache but would think about it. That satisfied Joel to the point of smirking to himself.

"You okay to handle this job on your own?" He asked you.

"I can handle it." You nodded and wiped your mouth again as Evan made his alway outside. The fact that he had no idea what you and Joel had just done just minutes before made you all the more hot and bothered.

Joel gave a wink and then headed out of the shed like nothing happened. This left you alone again with just your thoughts and a pair of wet panties.

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violetswritingg · 3 months ago

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Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

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"How long has it been since we've been to one of these?" Riley breathed, a small smile on her lips, looking up at the big red sign Historic Stillwater Stampede and Round-up since 1951! "Someone was feeling nostalgic."

Tyler grinned as he just shook his head, letting her pass by him. His hand hovering over her low back as he guided them through the crowd. Once they had found some seats it was just in time for the finals for the barrel racing event, Riley's favorite. The woman glanced up at the blonde man, catching his smirk and dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap.

"Not nostalgic per say, more like trying to conjure old memories of you laughing whenever I fell off the bull." Tyler quipped and Riley chewed her inner cheek to stave off her laugh.

"You falling off a bull, I do seem to remember that happening yes, I also seem to remember it ended with you in the hospital most of the time. Me laughing at you though? No comment." Tyler's laugh ripped her eyes from the medals being given out and they moved on to the next event.

"I remember that too." Tyler nodded, his denim clad thigh pressing against hers as he shifted to let someone by them.

"I remember how scared I was, the last time. Of course, it was the one time your mom couldn't go and that dad and I could." Riley shook her head, watching the rider control over their horses in a sense of awe. Yes she had lived on a farm but she had always been to scared of the large animals as a kid to ever go near them, much to Nathan's pleasure. Not needing his kid to be a daredevil in multiple aspects. "You looked right through me at the hospital, it was terrifying."

"Hey." Tyler took a chance, gently laying his hand over hers on her knee and squeezing before pulling back, "I'm not looking through you now." His eyes bore holes into her until she was forced to meet his gaze, the contact sizzling and Riley had to be the one to break away first, not trusting herself to keep looking into his green-blue eyes.

""You took the saying a little to literally, I said chase it if you feel it, not let it-"

"Run right over you." Tyler finished, "I remember that much at least."

"If you feel it, chase it." Riley grinned to herself, it was easy, easier to talk about her dad when it was Tyler, because it wasn't sharing stories of someone long gone but reminiscing on the good times, the bad times, the downright ugly. But he understood her grief better than anyone else, she knew that deep down beneath her own issues and hurt.

"Have I ever told you about the first ever tornado I saw?" Tyler asked as the bull riding was announced and the stadium started to get prepped.

Riley had to think about it.

"I-I don't think you have. How could that have never come up?" Riley just shook her head, baffled, chancing another glance at the man beside her.

"I was eight. Driving with my aunt, sirens are going and this vortex..." Tyler lifted a hand, the flat fingers and palm gesturing in front of him, his eyes far away in the memory. "Just lowers right down in the center of the road."

"Wow, and here I though I had the title of youngest to storm chase ever." Riley chuckles, her chest light in a way she tried to burn into her brain, "But looks like you got me beat by a couple years."

"I'm pretty sure that title is still yours." Tyle chuckled, bumping his shoulder against hers. Riley looking down at her lap and tucking some curls behind her ear.

"It's yours if you want it." Riley chuckled, but Tyler saw she wasn't kidding, his eyebrows crashing together, mouth opening to say something, what he had no idea. But she was faster, "Knowing you, you were probably absolutely smitten with the natural chaos of it all, the tornado, the storm. Even at eight, I can't imagine a Tyler Owens without his love of the things people are supposed to run from. Bulls, Tornados..."

The implication clear to him and his frown deepened.

"Were you scared?" Riley breathed, eyes darting to his for a moment. Softer than he had seen all week, looking more like his Riles than ever before and it took the breath from his lungs.

"Yeah, yeah I was." Tyler just looked at her the way that made her insides feel like jelly and she cursed in her head for letting him still get to her like this. "Were you, for your first?" Tyler wanted to keep her talking, keep her warm, and soft. To hold onto the woman he had been in love with for most of his adult life

"No." Riley answered, after a moment of deliberation, "No I wasn't. I was excited, nervous, scared in the moment we rolled maybe but...scared of the storm no. Not back then. Not in the Warlock."

Tyler's shoulders tensed at the mention of the armored vehicle that had deserved retirement for more than a while at this point.

"I guess there was this certainty that nothing bad would happen as long as dad was there and as long as we were in the Warlock behind its steel walls and impenetrable shields, it settled the nerves. But uh," Riley cut herself off, realizing a couple words too late she was spilling top secret information that she had meant to keep locked away. "A Tornado Wrangler, afraid of tornados, but not of riding angry bulls. How's that work? Are you just that good of an actor, shitting bricks the entire time and I just never noticed?"

"No, I surround myself with my own steel and impenetrable shields. Settles the nerves." Lightning like energy crackled between them as Tyler used her own words and his eyes dripped in honey. It was so hard to stay mad at him when he looked at her like that. Clearing her throat, she looked back to the arena, Tyler chuckling to himself and doing the same. Shit eating grin spread across his lips as he took her in, sobering a bit and softening. Melting in the way only Riley ever seemed to draw out of him. "Bulls and Tornados are the same really. What matters is the reason you do it. You don't face your fears, you ride them."

The last bull rider jogging along the side of the arena, meeting Tyler and Riley's eyes. Swirling his hand in the air before nodding to Riley. Tyler repeating the signal and grinning at the bull rider. Riley just watched his profile, his words striking multiple chords in her soul and leaving her aching. Her brain screaming at her to move away from the territory of vulnerability.

"Ya know, looking at you, if I didn't know you have an accent, if I didn't know anything about you, I imagine someone would peg you for a California guy, like one of those California cowboys that like to drive around the small city streets with his massive truck he doesn't even use to haul anything. Just bought it for the aesthetic. And like maybe you played lacrosse in high school." Riley chuckled at Tyler's disgusted face, giggle bubbling up uncontrollably.

"How do you even know what Lacrosse is?" Tyler laughed in disbelief.

"I do pay attention to things other than storm chasing!" She chuckled, shaking her head. Curls whipping around her face.

"What? You're a lacrosse fan now?" Tyler pushed, wanting to keep this going, like it used to be, when things were good. He just wished she was better at hiding when she was actively running away from herself. From them.

Focusing back on the event currently happening Riley noticed how the wind kept picking up and the cells she had been tracking floated around in the back of her head. When a burst of leaves fell from the sky she reached out to grab a perfectly healthy, vibrantly green leaf. Thunder and a flash of lightening in the distance. Riley looking up as Tyler did.

"Have you been tracking cells out here?" Tyler asked, his once easy going smile now turned down in worry.

"A couple, but nothing set to hit till late tomorrow." Riley breathed, her skin prickled and she took a breath, "The air feels heavy. This isn't good." More thunder and lightening, the wind picked up again. Riley watching the leaves rush due south and cursing in her head as soon as the warning on everyone's phones started to go off and the sirens started to blare.

The stadium started to evacuate as the winds started to rapidly accelerate around them, Tyler's hand finding her as she got shoved. Pulling her into his side and keeping her on her feet as they made it out to the fairgrounds with all the carnival games and attractions. Riley fighting Tyler to look back, lightening flashing just long enough for her to see a massive wedge funnel on the ground moving fast. Dark, angry, and coming for blood.

"Gotta go! Go, go, go!" Riley grabbed onto Tyler's shirt as he pulled up a woman who had fallen in front of them and put her back on her feet. Lightly pushing him in front of her as they tore off in the opposite direction, Tyler's grip on her hand bruising but she didn't care, if anything it was her only grounding rod in this moment. Outside of the Warlock, about to be forced to suffer through a tornado live and in person. This was her worst nightmare, besides getting picked up in a vehicle again.

Getting to the parking lot Riley could barely keep up with Tyler's longer legs but her fear was driving her to run faster, seeing Kate heading to the office of the motel she had been staying in and apparently Kate too. After almost getting hit by people trying to flee in vehicles, which was the worst idea you could have.

"No! You have to stop!" Riley tried to get to them, as if she could.

"Riley! We can't help them! Come on!" Tyler gripped her around the waist and dragged her back. Riley's eyes locked with his before darting to Kate. Her heart in her throat, knowing those people probably weren't going to make it. As the now three got under the canopy Riley spotted a mom and daughter rushing. The mom got her daughter in the car and Riley screamed.

"Get inside! You won't make it in a car! Come on!" Tyler held open the door, Riley waiting until both Kate and the mother and daughter got inside. Feeling Tyler's hands on her back pushing her across the threshold and keep a tight grip on her waist.

"Is there a storm shelter?" Kate was spitting out at the front desk attendant who looked pissed off, most likely with the couple berating him. But now was not the time.

"Is there like a basement? Or something underground?" Tyler was pressing, pushing Riley with him as he leaned against the counter with urgency. Which the greasy brunet man didn't like one bit and found within himself to try and start a fight with Tyler, which the man ignored. All of a sudden it hit Riley.

"Oh my god Sarah, my team. Fuck, I don't know where they are Tyler-"

"They know what they're doing, we need to focus on us right now. Look we need to get underground right now. We need to get people underground right now." Tyler redirected her, looking back to the clerk, but Riley's breath started to pick up, but she had to trust Sarah and the others got the warning same as she did and would take care of themselves.

"Look, there's no tornado!" The woman who had been sitting uninterested, annoyed even, to the side piped up in the chaos. Riley wanted to slap some sense into her. "Nine times out of ten it's a false alarm."

"Yeah, well this is that one out of ten chance." Riley snapped, eyes vibrating along with her body.

"You hear that?"

"And now the powers out-"

"I can hear that and I can also knock your power out, or we can sit here arguing while a tornado is descending upon us like the fucking grim reaper! Out there is an easy EF4, which will kill us if we don't get underground. Now!" Riley was panicking, she knew it, Tyler knew it, and Kate knew it too. She tried to slow her breathing; the adrenaline surge would kill her by making her stupid before the tornado ever would. What would Dad do? Not panic for one. Fuck.

They wouldn't listen.

"We need to find shelter. Fast" Kate took off through the open office door to the side and Riley darted after her. Tyler calling her name, his teeth gritting together.

The door was ripped from Kate's hands with the slightest of pushes and Riley had to fight not to gasp. Gripping the door frame for dear life as she peaked out like Kate did.

"Do you see anything?!" Riley yelled over the wind, fighting her hair in the wind. Her eyes stinging, skin starting to tinge a pink from wind burn. Desperately looking for somewhere that wouldn't mean guaranteed death. For a state so plagued by storms they have really shit infrastructure for said storms.

"Yeah! Yeah I do!" Kate bolted back into the main office, calling the others to follow them. Tyler ushering everyone as a large piece of metallic debris crashed through the office window. Riley grabbing the woman's arm from Tyler. The blonde man sheltering Riley with his body, the last out of the office, Kate leading the pack with the mom and daughter.

Riley felt the resistance against her and so did Tyler as the annoyed woman was pulled away by her boyfriend to their truck. Riley's eyes went wide as she screamed, "NO!" Tyler's arms went around her waist and put her on her feet again shoving her forward as she fought him, "No Tyler! They're going to get-"

"We have to go Riley!" He snapped pushing her through the gate Kate held open, the empty motel pool their welcome sight. Riley helping the girl down to her mother as she shook, Tyler pushing her down the ladder next. Kate was still up there and looking at something, Riley backed up, eventually seeing what Kate saw and her hands balled up at her sides seeing the blue truck go flying, Tyler stopping Kate from doing what she almost did earlier.

All she could see was her dad's truck, flashes of bright light, the roar of the wind.

"Mommy!"

"Daddy!"

Riley forced down the bile in her throat and scrambled over to the mother and daughter, ushering them to the pipes to the filtration system that's rooted far enough to keep them on the ground. Hopefully.

"You have to stay low! Cover her head and eyes!" Riley instructed, pushing the mom and little girl into the corner. "Hold onto the pipe as tight as you can! Don't let go no matter what! It's gonna be okay!" Riley looked up the sky and saw Kate drop into the pool with Tyler and the desk attendant from the motel. "Tyler!" Riley held out her hand, shaking, lungs refusing to fully expand.

Jolting back when a vending machine crashed down into the pool, right in front of the desk clerk. Tyler so close to her she could touch him. Her fingers digging into his flannel at his shoulder.

"Tyler!" She tried to pull him but he gripped her hand and squeezed it fiercely.

"I'll be right back!"

"NO! Tyler!" Riley tries to dart forward but Kate sees her and grabs her by the belt loops, pulling her back into the woman's chest. "Let me go! Tyler!"

"Stay there!" The man called as he crawled on his stomach towards the lone clerk. Tyler got him out from behind the vending machine, but he wouldn't stay down low. Too much air got under him and slipped through Tyler's fingers. Sliding back to the shallow end of the pool, Tyler having to go that much further away from safety at the pipes to get to the stupid, panicking man. Even though Riley wasn't much better. The man was pulled up with an updraft and his body contorted sickeningly as he was pulled into the vortex. Riley gripping onto Kate's arms with a death grip, her tears mixing with the rain that had started to fall and soak her skin.

The storm was right there. And it was angry. Pissed off to the extreme. Enough to send a truck flying out of the ether and fling it right at Tyler. It was that moment that Riley broke free from Kate's grip and rushed out, holding out her hand to Tyler and staying on her stomach. Screaming his name as the truck was pushed further and further, threatening to fall over on its side and crush the man underneath that Riley cared a great deal about. Riley met him and with a strength she didn't know she possessed pulled Tyler with her to safety as the wind worked against them.

He was slipping though, the closer they got to the pipes. Every second felt like an hour.

"You gotta let go!" Tyler screamed, "It will take both of us!"

"Then it takes both of us! You go I go!" Riley screamed as she pulled one more mighty pull, every muscle in her arms straining as she got Tyler to the pipes. Just as the truck fell over, the edge got caught on the lip of the pool. Tyler jolted forward as metal creaked and wind streaked past them. Wrapping himself around Riley and plastering them both to the pipes. Riley's hand finding Kate's belt loops, as if that would keep her anchored against the mom and daughter.

The older woman telling her daughter over and over that it would be okay, that she had her. It was ticking every blaring red box in Riley's mind and she felt like she couldn't breathe. But Tyler's weight against her back was the only piece of light in her mind. The sound of Kate's cries and grunts as she struggled to hold on.

And then it was over. And once the roar of the wind died down and the roar left her ears it was like Riley could breathe again. Without the wind stealing it from her.

"Tyler? Ty?" Her voice croaked, hands quickly finding his knee and then elbow as his arm fell around her shoulders and across her chest.

"I'm here. I'm here. You're okay. You're okay." Riley let his words wash over her like the tide, unsure if his words were for her or for him. But she couldn't really be bothered to care. He was here. He was okay. Riley's eyes cut over to Kate and the mom and daughter. Eyes swimming with non-storm related water.

"Everyone- Everyone okay?" Riley shakily asked, eyes darting like a addict looking for their next fix, the adrenaline hitting her hard and making her head spin.

"Yeah, yeah." Kate breathed, her nails digging into Riley's hand, when they had clutched tight to the other like that Riley didn't know but was appreciative of one more warm living touch on her drenched skin.

"It's over," The mom cheered quietly, sagging in relief against her small daughter. Pulling the child into her chest more. "It's over."

Riley knew this was just the beginning.

"Oh god. Sarah." Riley breathed, Tyler slowly getting to his feet, setting Riley on hers his hands never leaving her for a second. And she didn't want them to. Needing reassurance that this wasn't some hallucination, and she was crying for a dead body to come back to life again.

"We'll find her." Tyler's rough voice promised, but a lead weight had settled in Riley's chest as they slowly followed Kate, venturing out into the aftermath.

~~*~~

#tyler owens #twisters #twisters movie #twisters fanfic #Tyler x ofc #tyler owens fanfiction #Tyler Owens fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort #cowboy #glen powell #hot brisket summer #aint no love in oklahoma #trauma #trauma recovery #forgiveness #tornadoes #love

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one-winged-dreams · 4 months ago

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Word Find Game

Rules: search for the given words in your WIP(s). If you don't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning. Then choose new words for the people you tag to look for in their WIP(s).

Ty so much @derelictdumbass for tagging me because this is SO fun. there are a couple tagged cws and it's kind of long but ;_;

My Words: anchor, intertwined, twist, lost, flicker

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"Anchor[ed]"

ship: terra x adriel x angeal (so i stayed in the darkness with you, what do angels dream of)

Circumstances considered, polyamorous and consensual as they were, it was not ESPECIALLY odd to be nervous about meeting your boyfriend's husband.

Admittedly, Terra had never even seen so much as a picture of Angeal, all he had to go on as far as current impressions were was that he was intimidating. Adri did his best to reassure him that he wasn't to be feared but also refrained from lying and telling Terra that he was anything less than firm.

Most of the time, anyway.

So many stories and anecdotes had begun to build an intimidating picture regardless of the reassurance, but Terra would not disrespect Adri OR his husband. And so now he stood at the literal doorstep, letting out a breath until he felt Adri squeeze his hand, a quick glance over earning him a reassuring smile and nod that anchored him a bit. He did his best to return the motion, the nod easy enough, the smile not as much, before he allowed Adri to release his hand to open the door.

As he did, the warmth of the house's interior washed over the both of them, a welcome feeling from the cold night air of Radiant Garden, bringing along with it a peculiar sensation. He could smell it clearly - this was Adri's home for sure. It was a soft, warm scent. Similar to how Adri's pillow back at his own place smelled. Intermingled with it, however, was something with more mass to it. Masculine, almost… Steely? It didn't overpower Adri's scent, by any means, but its presence was heavy.

And not… Unpleasant.

"Angeal! I'm home, Terra's here!"

"Intertwined"

(cw: mild cybergore)

ship: adri x viktor vektor (make your heart beat in reverse)

"Hey, Vik? I need you to come pick me up, and uh, promise not to freak out, okay?" he had said.

That was before Viktor had rolled up to a literal crash scene where Trauma Team was departing, thoroughly ignoring the colorful character propped against a wall despite his blood oh so generously puddling on the sidewalk beneath him. Of course, the mangled mess of a cyberware-infused right arm was of no concern, the mechanisms for the mantis blades intertwined with... everything else. Let alone the malfunctioning optic that twitched around, thankfully, still in its socket. And, of course, not to mention the road rash that lay beneath holes ripped through clothing that stood no match for the velocity the Mox had most definitely slid across the pavement.

As the ripperdoc approached, Adri looked up at him with a squinty and undoubtedly agonized smile. "Hey Vik. You wouldn't believe the day I've had."

Viktor was, of course, concerned. It was a given, considering what he was currently looking at. Still, he crossed his arms and shook his head, "You wanna tell me what happened here?"

"Corpo fucks! Who even taught 'em how to drive?" Adri sounded more inconvenienced than anything as he threw his non-mangled arm outward. He let out an exasperated sigh and was only able to half-shrug. "As you can see, I'm not being hauled off by NCPD right now, so I guess they at least know how to take responsibility for their fuck ups SOMETIMES. And look, look! My Kusanagi took a beating, but she's still standing!"

Viktor's eyes were directed by Adri's pointing towards a damaged but still functional-looking motorcycle. "Right. So looks like YOU took the brunt of beating, then?" his tone was almost stern, and Adri clearly got the message.

Flinching slightly, the Mox offered an uneasy grin. "Well, I was going to upgrade the chrome eventually anyway, right? Cheaper than a whole bike," he trailed off with an awkward chuckle.

Viktor sighed, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Twist[ing]"

(cw: emeto, suggestive, body horror)

ship: adriel x valtiel (i'd make a deal with god)

There is no face to glean so much as an ounce of recognition, and he wonders if It so much as thinks about him. If Its gnarled embraces and things he prefers to leave unspoken are some obscene compulsion to force-feed him his repressed licentious dreams. The ones that fester and rot in his guts, sometimes he feels like if he could just shove his fingers down into the depths of his throat and purge it that it will all go away. It'll all go away, the heat of blood that rushes up to just underneath his sinful flesh, the way he parts his lips, the sweat, the fluids, oh GOD, the fluids.

It leaves him wanting and then punishes him for doing so, an endless cycle of carnal loathing that settles in places, or one place, or everywhere all at once.

That visage that incites revulsion only makes his heart skip, and he can feel it twitching in his chest, writhing beneath his ribcage. The most vital of all the organs, its charismatic leadership incites the twisting of viscera, and his insides are dancing for It.

"Lost [Lose]"

ship: adriel cisne x daval prestor/neltharion (the gift of ruin)

The creature had no right to be as delicate as it was. The subtle grace of his movements was a testament to his noble upbringing, he flitted about like a bird in a manner that vexed Daval to no end. Soft, delicate, piercable skin, limbs so narrow and breakable. Large brown eyes that would water and weep at the pain he could bring him. Soft, flushed lips that would part to gasp in agony-

"You're gawking again, father," Katrana's voice grated in Daval's ears, summoning a scowl to his face.

He turned to glare at her with a rage unseen by anyone present. He upheld an image that would be tarnished by even a fraction of that hate.

"We do not GAWK, dear daughter," he sneered before his expression returned to stone-cold neutrality. Shameless to the definition, he turned to watch the Cisne offspring again. What a miserable sight he was, playing a part not unlike Daval himself, though the semantics couldn't be any more different.

"Father's upset that the Cisne boy hasn't approached him to fawn yet," Nefarian spoke next, quite possibly taking advantage of Daval being in no place to deal out consequences. He had enough self-control to store the rage of the Destroyer away where it could not be felt by these senseless mortals. For now.

Terrible irony guided fate's hand as his attention was suddenly drawn to Lord Cisne approaching him with far too much familiarity. A charming smile materialized on Daval's face, the thought that this man was played far too easily placating him for now.

"Lord Prestor, it has been far too long!" Typical greeting from an unoriginal mortal.

"Indeed it has, Lord Cisne. Your recent absences from these gatherings have been almost concerning." Almost meaning 'not at all.' Though he did retain a certain asset that would be troublesome to lose.

"Flicker"

ship: howl & adri x knull (can't tell where you end and where i start, traitor cut down the altar)

The bleeding was deceptively intermittent, just when the flow seemed to cease, another movement would send the wound running red again. A slice wound to make it all the more painful.

Down, down, and down his leg it runs.

Despite how excruciating walking on it proved to be, Adri's mind was overflowing with endorphins and other fun chemicals that gushed on queue with his crackling synapses.

And no symbiote to slurp them up.

The connection was muddled static. Like his ears were ringing in his head. Every time he cried out its name, he couldn't hear himself. He didn't even wonder if it was doing the same. He didn't have the time.

Traversing this scene of mock domesticity, the house would have been nice, as flooded in darkness as it was. But the broken chairs in the dining room were a good enough transition to a new genre.

It was so stifling in here, the radiator on in this weather? Fucking insane. It's already December, and, in his stupor, he makes an off comment about climate change.

He was doing his best to keep his blood full of oxygen, but he always forgets that hyperventilating doesn't count.

"FUCKER!" he managed to scream out in frustration as he continued to drag himself around as one does a sack of meat.

That's all he really was, though, wasn't he?

An angry, bleeding sack of meat.

But he was meat with a sense of self-preservation.

"I'm going to fucking kill you when I find you!" he called out to the entity that simultaneously hunted and evaded him.

'…ILL THEM!'

The sound of a wooden thud to his rear turned him around. Wide eyes struggled to make anything out in the dark, pupils dilating to desperately adapt to the gloom.

The acute stress response was beginning to flicker to life, ever more skewing to fight rather than flight. It was more than anger, more than rage.

It was hate.

The next scream was loud but not so vocal as to speak. He didn't need words right now. Working on pure unadulterated spite, he would obliterate this thing that tormented him

Finding himself at the base of the stairs boiled his blood and the words that bubbled up with it.

"DIE!"

'…IE!'

"DIE, you piece of shit! Just fucking drop dead! FUCK!"

'…EAD!'

The screams of frustration silenced to heaving shoulders and grinding teeth. And then his head snapped up to the top of the stairs, as would a man cursed by gods, determined to break the cycle of this infernal ascent.

The first step was weighed down with the pain creeping directly into his dorsal posterior insula. It weighed its judgment and found him wanting, by all evidence. Sentence?

Agony.

SGHKSJDGHKGJDS it's always the most eloquent or fucked up WIPs that I tend to abandon

your words: amount, obscure, relevant, taste, definite

I tag: @dearly-beeloved @kylilah @goldenworldsabound and whoever else wants to do this honestly, it's a really cool tag game

#dream fics #so i stayed in the darkness with you #what do angels dream of #make your heart beat in reverse #i'd make a deal with god #the gift of ruin #can't tell where you end and where i start #traitor cut down the altar

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soapyghostie · 1 year ago

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I just found your account and I love your writing so far, it's nice to have a slasher headcanon account that's sfw

Anyway I wanna request the reader getting comforted after having a meltdown due to stress(I'm not sure how else to word it)

I was hoping for Ash Williams, Billy Loomis and Chop Top if possible

Thank you and sorry if I wrote anything weird I'm still kinda anxious sending asks to people

Hey! Yeah, I agree. There isn’t enough sfw accounts anymore for slashers. Also, this was a great ask! I could get pretty creative because of how vague your ask was. I hope you enjoy a little bit of my creative scenarios with the characters you picked. 🤗

Ash Williams

The most likely time you’ll get stressed out with him is when you guys are fighting deadites. There’s so many of them that it leaves you exhausted, physically and mentally; however, you don’t want to turn into one so you don’t have a choice.

When you and Ash found a resting place, you sat down immediately. The exhaustion took over your whole body and your mind was racing; all you could think about was ways to keep you and Ash from getting killed. Nevertheless, Ash was never any help easing that stress; he was always an out-there kinda person, getting into trouble and fighting these beasts for his own enjoyment.

Ash stopped his glory rant when he heard your breathing become uneven: he could see how stressed you were about the whole situation. No matter how much he loved fighting deadites and bragging about how amazing he was, he loved you even more and he’d stop all this heroic business if you asked him to. Just say the word and it’s over.

He walked over and sat down next to you. He put his hand on your back and rubbed circles into it, attempting to calm you down. He whispered words of comfort. Even though he finds deadite killing fun, there was one time in his life he didn’t. It had overwhelmed him. After all, he had to kill the people he loved just to survive so he understands.

Ash keeps watch while you rest. He doesn’t want you to burn out, but he cares too much about you to let what happened to his other loved ones happen to you. Once you are all rested up, it’ll be time to hit the road and fight deadites again.

Billy Loomis

You’re the smartest kid at school; you care a lot about your grades and getting into a good college. Then there is Billy: a party animal who gives zero fucks about grades. He doesn’t know how the hell you guys started dating because of how much of a polar opposite you guys are, but here you are.

It was senior year and you were trying to get yourself into college while preparing for exams: you had several essays to write and study books to look over. You were extremely stressed out. Well, apparently Billy can sense when you're stressed because here he comes through your window!

Billy teases you tremendously about how you only care about school work and that you need to get out more. Maybe if you lived a little, you won’t get so stressed out all the time. Don’t listen to Billy, he just wants you to come party at Stu’s house. If you want to study and get into that D1 college, then you go!

Once Billy stops teasing you, he, for real, shuts your study books in front of your face and makes you lay on your bed. You need a break. Seriously, you're mentally draining yourself so chill. He’ll turn on your favorite movie and make you some popcorn.

Billy will cuddle you until you fall asleep. Then he’ll get up and make sure everything is neat and tighty. He’ll leave your movie on so you have a little background noise; also, so you don’t hear him leave. He doesn’t want to startle you. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and leaves out where he came in.

Choptop Sawyer

It’s not just anything that stresses you out, it’s Choptop. He’s your stressor. This man will literally give you gray hairs: just look at Drayton’s hair. Poor Drayton will probably die from a stroke caused by no other than Choptop and Nubbins.

Anyways, yeah. Don’t think that Choptop doesn’t know he’s causing you stress because he definitely does. He’s just doing it on purpose because he’s a little shit like that. However, he actually knows his limits surprisingly.

If you tell him you need alone time away from him, he completely understands or he’ll try to be less of a shit head. He’ll offer you a massage or some food, anything that you want. He wants to show you that he cares and his appreciation for putting up with him. He knows it’s a lot.

He’ll tell you jokes; his jokes are so bad that they're good. He gets you laughing every single time. Jokes are a great way to get someone to show their carefree side. You and him will tell jokes back and forth all afternoon long, forgetting about the stresses of the day and Choptop.

Choptop will pull out his record player and play some of his favorite stolen records. They help him relax so he hopes they help you relax too. Bonus if you guys end up dancing in the living room and get the whole family to join too.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #horror #dead by daylight x reader #dead by deadlight #slasher #ash williams #ash williams x reader #evil dead #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #ghostface #scream #chop top sawyer #chop top sawyer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #sophi ghostie writes

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basedkikuenjoyer · 5 months ago

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Dos Soles

1118 ended up being a very interesting chapter for me. Didn't need to read it too deeply, but it immediately serves as this big "separate the wheat from the chaff" moment for ideas swirling around in my head. Luckily it's the type where the deep core is further enhanced while the little nuts and bolts "how" parts fizzle. There's an idea I had previously, for Chapter 1101 titled Backup Drummer where we said a lot of this idea, but reversed in Kuma's backstory. How Stussy has this oddball moment of butting in while Kuma is shifting gears. Laying groundwork she'll pick back up in very recent chapters.

So that got a lot more literal with 1118. While the broadcast literally crackles over a seemingly big reveal (an idea we already saw in a meta sense with Sabo/Vivi) our side story crackles. We snap back to mostly an update on the Straw Hats and what's going on in Egghead. Noteworthy though that the world's reaction starts to shift against the Straw Hats. If nothing changes, it feels like they might endure Sabo's fate of a government assassination of a popular figure being pinned on them. All while we're at a juncture this "side story" of Vegapunk's broadcast is ready to shift gears. Not unlike Marineford in a way. So let's keep that big picture element in mind looking at the rest.

First off, strike against two nuts and bolts ideas. We see Leo here and York was right about Robonosuke. So like, directly hijacking the broadcast or calling in the Grand Fleet look a lot fuzzier. Though of course there's lots of roads to use Robonosuke and he's still undercooked and we're also finally seeing a Grand Fleet captain once there's a "crackle." That's not meaningless.

For Robonosuke though, one thing that stands out to me is that it vs. Bonney in this chapter sorta play a nice game with the difference between Joy Boy and Nika. Those concepts have gotten a lot fuzzier thanks to Vegapunk's cast and I'm still 100% behind the idea the actual point is all of that prophecy stuff is a distraction. So without further ado...

There seems to be some controversy, not on my end. I've said for a while we're seeing the end of Bonney's journey. You fit this interesting space next to Koby & Yamato with Vivi trending towards it over time. Rebecca's not a bad one either. Someone inspired by Luffy who could easily be the "relatable" protagonist of a series. But together enhance the idea Luffy's a step further. Way I've always put it is One Piece is not a coming of age tale, it's a young man's odyssey.

Anyways, you get my point right? Kuma shifts into the next phase of his big segment, Stussy steps up and seeds her inner conflict as an intermission. The broadcast fuzzes out as we've set up Stussy & Drake? Bonney gets an excellent capstone moment. Much like we had a glimpse of her transitioning over into filling in the real version of Sabo at the Reverie.

Now don't skip what's right before this. Luffy going all Nika is framed as reckless. The giants had that kinda creepy SMILE-type mirth going on. Talking about how they need to tend to the fire. If nothing else kinda shows why it's dangerous if the devotee is hanging around, is "Nika" taking over and seeking this kind of influence? Excellent stuff to transition this segment, it'll be fun to watch how the next steps shift things.

Especially if we start playing with the specific idea of Luffy lunging back in after everyone's efforts got him to safety, the purest potential expression of how much Nika's silliness may be making him walk back growth we saw through Wano. It's very fitting a lot of the anger seems centered around the idea Oda's losing the story with all this...because I still think that's the point if Luffy doesn't rein in his awakening.

#one piece #chapter 1118 #post-wano musings #jewelry heckin Bonney #little guy Leo

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year ago

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Billy's Camaro fic. Chapter 16

***

Ever since he started having all these vague feelings about Hargrove, Steve has never thought that it would lead anywhere. That they would actually end up kissing each other like two drunk teenagers in love, absolutely indecent and steamy, lost in lust, uncaring of the world spinning around them. He has also never imagined that their lips would fit so perfectly well, interlocked in the most natural way, just like they've found home on each other. Lock and key, turn, click, it's their place now.

Billy is kissing him, and the fast and savage has turned into slow and savouring, and it gets registered in his mush brain that they are both moaning, mmm fucking loving it, Hargrove's hand on Steve's crotch is burning his dick through the jeans, and Billy's applying just the right among of pressure, palming Steve, confidently, that smooth motherfucker, like he .. like he knows exactly what he is doing, and maybe .. okay maybe it's the dry spell, maybe it's the fact that Steve has been tiptoeing around dreaming of this moment for so long, or the fact that Steve was caught off guard with Billy showing up without a warning earlier today. Also, quite probably it's the undeniable truth that Hargrove is doing a damn good job kissing him and rolling that big hot palm, rubbing his dick in the way that makes Steve, well .. it's uh ..

It takes him only one minute to literally cream his pants.

His whole body jerks, pleasure waves knocking him over. He's slumping against the door, and Hargrove is still kissing him, no tongue, just kinda holding his lips on Steve's and smiling into the kiss.

Oh god, it is so embarrassing

He did not expect that

To be honest, he didn't expect anything just one hour ago

"Hey I'm .. " his voice is weak and unusually thin

"I think it was the fastest I've ever scored."

Steve's huffing out a nervous awkward laugh and Billy snorts. Steve's eyes are still closed and although the after feels great, he can't look Billy directly in those ice-blue eyes

"I uh .. I usually last longer than that."

"It's fine. We'll have time to explore how long you can hold out for."

No, it's fucking pathetic, and Steve just wants to sink through the floor right now, but Billy .. Billy's hand is now curled around his waist, and he's tickling Steve's ear with his hot breath, and .. he sounds like he means it, it's fine. There's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens. Even the snort wasn't mean.

Steve brings his hand to Hargrove's own visible bulge and tries to unzip the jeans, but Billy stops him mid-movement

"As much as I want it, pretty boy .. and I so want it .. but this stupid wound kinda hurts, and I'm just .. dead tired, I'll fall asleep on the rug here if I don't find a bed right this second."

"Oh of course .. of course!! I'm .. I'm so .. I'm sorry! Are you hungry? Do you want to take a shower? There's still your toothbrush and everything .."

"I'll just go straight to bed. It's tricky to take a shower with a bandage, I'm too tired for it now. And I am hungry, but I'm much more just .." - Billy's whole body is kinda laying on top of Steve, - "It was a long fucking drive. Where can I sleep?"

"Guest room? Or .. my bed? You can sleep in my bed?"

"Your bed."

"Okay."

Steve unglues himself from the door together with Hargrove on him. It feels wet and sticky in his underwear but it also feels amazing.

They go upstairs to Steve's room where Billy just takes off the jacket and jeans

and slides under the blanket in his t-shirt and underwear

"Fuuck, it's so good to finally be able to stretch like that."

He sighs contentedly and mumbles

"Night, Steve."

"Yeah .. good night."

It's six in the evening.

Billy's been on the road for thirty-three hours, did he actually stop? He couldn't have driven from California to Indiana without stopping, could he? It's physically impossible.

Steve's gonna ask all the questions tomorrow.

He goes to the shower and washes away his cum, still high on the ohmygodohmygod it's fucking real. Still bummed about the whole creaming his pants too fast incident. Dammit. Ugh.

***

Close to the morning Steve hears in his sleep like the mattress is shifting near him .. the bed becomes emptier .. he hears the distant sound of running water and then somewhere close to the time when his alarm usually goes off

There's heavy weight on the bed again, and someone's getting under the blanket and sliding his big hand all over Steve's side .. tenderly, slowly .. it is so gentle, but at the same time the hand is heavy, manly, it is so new .. there's the fresh smell of toothpaste and .. yeah it's coffee aroma in the air, and the hand is becoming more insistent, lifting Steve's t-shirt up, kneading his shoulder and back, dragging his underwear down and grabbing his ass cheek, stroking his thigh, down and up and .. oh god going for Steve's already hard dick - what was it, just a couple of seconds - and he's this hard ..? Again.

"I've started the coffee, pretty boy."

Billy's low voice

"Do you have to go to work today?"

"Mhmm .."

Steve's humming, eyes still closed, half asleep.

"It's so fucking hot that you're so easy for me. Look how hard you are already."

Billy is touching him, everywhere, tracing his fingers over Steve's balls and up his cock

"It's the hottest thing, you being so hard for me."

"So soft down there .."

Billy's palm is gently fondling his balls again

"And so hard up here .."

Slowly, torturously dragging the fingers up his dick

There's a wild thought flashing through Steve's still sleepy head that maybe it's all a dream. In this case, Steve doesn't want it to end

Billy's hand is again so sure - how can he be so unafraid ?? ..

It's all about these flesh-scorching sensations in Steve's feverish mind. Feather-like touches, finger taking precome from the slit and spreading it all over the head of his dick, same finger toying with the hem .. a little bit of squeezing, a little bit of loving, circling, circling with maddening consistency

Steve wants to sob in his pillow

"Stop teasing me, Hargrove."

"Do you have any lube?"

"I don't .. nngh .. I don't have any."

Billy spits in his palm and wraps it around him

"This will have to do then."

It feels so filthy, Steve loves it

He loves Hargrove's large hand around his dick

Billy's whispers and moans pour like molten iron in Steve's ear

"You're so hard for me, Harrington .. so fucking easy .."

Hargrove jerks Steve off, his own dick pressing on Steve's ass cheeks, he's humping his ass, breath heavy and sultry

It builds and it builds, and it grows, the pleasure in Steve's lower abdomen, in his balls, ready to explode and flood all his body with bliss

He's fucking into Billy's fist, messily

Until it rips through him, and he cums with a groan all over the bed and his belly and Billy's fist.

Just a couple of minutes later Billy follows

shooting his hot cum on Steve's back, panting sweatily into his neck, and oh my god, if it's not the hottest sensation he's ever felt

This time he did last more than one minute, at least.

Billy's body is relaxed against Steve's and Steve just wants to sleep more, just like that, together, covered in cum - why isn't it gross? Because it isn't, it feels so good

But at this moment his alarm clock goes off

"Damn it!"

He smashes it in frustration and whines

"Don't wanna get up."

When suddenly

Someone's pounding at the door downstairs. Steve's eyelids fly open

The fucker Hargrove chuckles

"Perfect timing hehee .. Who is it? Parents?"

Steve's lifting himself on his right elbow

"No, they uh .. they have a key, they don't need to .."

The pounding resumes

Billy's wiping himself and Steve with a sheet

"You're gonna open the door?"

"Steve ?? STEVE!!!"

That's .. Max's voice? Oh shit. Steve's looking at Billy who's not smiling anymore

"I don't think we have a choice."

Steve jumps out of bed and puts sweatpants on

He turns to face Billy who's still laying on the bed and only now sees that his torso is bandaged, all around

Fucking hell ..

"Hey, Steve !!"

The pounding intensifies

Steve runs downstairs

"Coming!! I'm coming, Jesus!"

He opens the door, and there's Max, eyes fiery, fists clenched

"Hey is Billy here? El told me .."

"Uh .. yeah. Uhm .."

Max pushes past Steve.

"Billy .. ??"

Turns to him.

"Where is he?"

'Well, he is sleeping, I guess. But uh .. you probably woke him up. Just a second, I'll go look."

There's no need, cause Billy is coming down the stairs, wearing Steve's other sweatpants and throwing on a t-shirt

Max sees the bandage though

"Oh my god, Billy? .. Billy, are you okay? Are you .. "

She's staring at him, eyes wide open

"You're alive? .."

She flings herself at Billy but he's wincing at the embrace, patting her shoulder with his right hand

"Easy, Max."

Is he not happy to see her ? - Steve thinks

"You're alive, asshole !! Why didn't you tell me?"

Billy's just standing there, like a stone statue.

Max steps back a little.

"Were you going to tell me ?? .."

"How did you know I'm here?"

"El called me yesterday and said that .. you were alive and coming to Hawkins. She was so happy, she said Hopper was back and she said .. family's important."

Max is clutching her backpack straps

"It was very late yesterday for me to go outside, mom .. mom doesn't let .. and doesn't like when I stay out late, so I had to wait till the morning but .. I couldn't sleep and .."

"Oh, how's Susan?"

"She's .." - Max's shoulders slouch a little

"She's okay but .."

She stops mid-sentence and suddenly glances at Steve as if looking for some information

"Does he ..? Do you know about your ..?"

"I know, Max. I know about Neil."

They both fall silent.

Somehow Steve decides that it is not the worst moment to cut in

"Hey guys? Does anyone want coffee? Let's go to the kitchen? Did you have breakfast, Max?"

"I couldn't eat much, but yeah .. yeah, I did, thanks Steve."

They're in the kitchen and Steve starts pouring himself a mug of coffee when Max looks at the clock

"I need to get to school. Can somebody .. can you drive me, Billy?"

She's nervous because

Because she knows Billy can be an asshole

Which is exactly what happens

"Listen, Max, I sort of .. just came back from the dead, and you're already piling up a brother's .. step-brother's responsibilities on me? Can't drive anybody anywhere. I'm injured. How did you get here?"

"I walked. Can't skate in winter."

"Well .. school's not that far."

Steve's giving them both a coffee each

"Don't be a jerk, Billy." He says

"Oh so now I'm the jerk?"

Max is on the verge of tears

"You're the biggest jerk there is! Why am I the last one to find out you're alive?"

"Well, why was I the last one to find out about the upside down shit, huh, sister?"

Billy's stubborn like a donkey, Steve kinda knows that about him already. Steve himself has never been good at this sibling shit, he grew up alone, so he's kinda lost here. He's trying his best though.

There are two trails of tears running down Max's face

"I'm sorry, Billy."

Billy's not showing any reaction

Yep, siblings' drama

"Guys! I'll drive you to school, Max, and you .." - glancing at Hargrove - "You wanted to go somewhere?"

"I actually wanted to have a quiet day today, Harrington! Just uh .. just need to go to hospital probably to have it looked at."

Billy's gesturing at his left side

He avoids looking at Max.

Most likely, Steve's got to be the adult here.

"Okay! Okay, don't fight!"

"No-one's fighting, Harrington." - Billy's rolling his eyes and Max is trying not to let a single sniffle out.

"Let's just .. let's just take it step by step. Max, you need to be at school, right ?"

Max's nodding

"When?"

The two of them are looking at the clock

"Like .. in twenty minutes?"

"Right, school starts at 8.30 .." - Steve's addressing Hargrove now. - "I need to be at work at 9.00, can you drive yourself to the hospital?"

"Where would I get the car? Your beamer is near Family Video. Also, what about breakfast?"

"Uhm .. okay, I'm taking Max to school now, and then I'm picking you up from here and driving to Family Video where you can take one of the cars and go to the hospital? And we can stop and get bagels on the way. How's that for a plan?"

Billy's shrugging his broad shoulders like he doesn't care

"Yeah whatever."

"I'll just go change."

When Steve comes downstairs, he sees that Max is still waiting in the kitchen, but Billy's sitting on the couch in the living room

Having brothers or sisters is not the easiest thing, huh

"Let's go, Max?" Steve's grabbing the camaro keys.

"Bye, Billy." It comes out quiet and sad.

"See you around, Maxine." This comes out indifferent.

"I know you don't believe me but I'm glad you're back."

Hargrove isn't answering anything to that, and Steve and Max leave the house.

On the way Steve promises Max to tell her all about Billy's rescue later. He also says he'll talk to Billy about .. about what just happened between them.

"Just give him time, he's been through so much, and he actually has the right to be pissed about some things. You know like .. we kept him in the dark about this whole situation, and .. it almost cost him his life."

"Yeah, I know." Max is looking out of the window. "We should've told him about everything from .. from the beginning. We were stupid."

"Yeah .." - Steve pauses. - "How are things with your mom, by the way?"

"It's okay. It's difficult for her after Neil's death, but .. I hope she's going to be okay. We're moving soon. I don't know where yet, but this house is too big for us now."

Steve drops Max off at school

"If you need any help, call me, Max."

When he gets back, Billy's already dressed and waiting.

They get in the car. Steve can literally feel that the camaro is thrilled to see Billy, it makes all these excited sounds, the engine is singing.

First, they drive in silence but then

"Billy? I kinda felt sorry for Max, I mean .. weren't you happy to see her?"

"On cloud fucking nine, Harrington."

"That's uh .. listen, that's not my place to say anything but uh .. weren't you too harsh on her?"

"First of all, Harrington, stop with that "Oh it's not my place to say .." bullshit, okay? We're fucking, I'm staying at your house, you .. you saved me from that hellhole. And second, Max is .. yeah, she's a kid, bit it's not like she's a little fucking baby who didn't .. who doesn't understand anything!"

Steve's got a feeling Billy's talking about something else entirely, not just their earlier encounter

Also

Steve again feels that tingling sensation at the back of his head.

We're fucking, I'm staying at your house ..

Billy's rubbing his eyes with both palms

"The thing is .. I know. I know, Steve, you're right. It's just that .. there's so much family shit involved like .. I never even wanted a sister, and my dad .. even if it was her fault, I'd get slapped around anyways so .. but I know. Give me a couple of days. I'll pick her up from school or something. We'll go get burgers. We'll talk. Or something. Can we just go get our bagels now, Steve, I'm starving, like .. really ?"

The bagels are freshly baked and delicious, or maybe Steve's just after-sex hungry and happy. The boys devour them like two young wolves.

They say their good-byes for the day in front of the video store.

"I'll take my car. We'll go for a drive. Where's that hospital?"

"It's close to Main Street. There's gonna be a huge sign, you won't miss it."

"Alright. See you after your work. Want me to make some dinner?"

"I uh .. I don't know." Steve wasn't ready for this question.

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Hargrove gets in the camaro and the car honestly looks like the most delighted pup.

Steve doesn't know how they'll do it, make peace, Billy and the camaro. And whether they'll make peace at all. He's curious, but fuck his life, he's gotta be at work.

Billy goes to the hospital, where they put a new bandage on his wound. Drives around in the camaro a bit, all conversations they might be having remain a secret only two of them share. He goes to Harrington's later and sleeps through the day.

Dinner is tricky, cause Harrington doesn't seem to have much food in his cupboards. Maybe they'll just go to the diner. Or pasta it is.

He's there to pick Steve up from work, and Steve's cheeks burn hot when he sees Billy waiting for him outside Family Video. They drive back separately, taking both cars to Harrington's place.

"I'll race you there, pretty boy."

Steve just scoffs and shakes his head cause he knows his beamer doesn't stand a chance.

He's right.

***

Next chapter. I know this one was supposed to be last, but then Max popped out of nowhere. The boys are still in need of a decent conversation. Also, I'm all for Billy and Max bonding and becoming the brother and sister we want them to be. I just think it won' t happen overnight. They'll need so much time. There will be so much assholery and passive-aggressive bitching. They'll get there, but it won't be all sugary sweet

#billy's camaro fic #billy's camaro #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic

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vainvenus · 2 years ago

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⌲;꒰Winter Hell Wonderland꒱

Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

12 Days of Christmas Prompt: Snow Day!

Summary: Schools out because it snowed like hell and while Vance hated the cold more than anything he's outside in the snow with you.

Includings: More opposites attract, can be read as platonic or romantic but it's mostly platonic, nothing but fluff y'all

An: Look at me being on time because I'm writing this in Study Hall

This is also rlly short so sorry

@finneysbaseball @misalemon1 @nzlikestea @go-on-and-kiss-the-girl @thelorewitch @xxsunflowerloverxx @iluvblueberrymuffinz

Vance peaked from his curtains to look outside, squinting as the snow was practically blinding him. His lips formed into a snarl as he saw the snow continuously falling from the sky and joining the rest that was scattered throughout the ground.

Most would say it was a Winter Wonderland outside since the entire town was covered in snow like those cute mini Christmas sets you see everywhere, but Vance would call it a Winter Hell since he hated the snow.

He just didn't like the cold in general, his closet wasn't made for cold weather with the amount of wifebeaters and short sleeves he owned. He didn't like having to deal with the chance of him getting sick and the cold just made him uncomfortable.

But one good thing about the horrible weather was that school was called off because the roads weren't in good condition to drive in so he could be happy about that.

Vance closed his curtains and went to lay back down in his bed, there was no way he was gonna walk all the way to Grab-And-Go in freezing weather like this and there wasn't like there wasn't anything more to do.

As soon as he was getting comfortable under the warm covers he had heard a knock at the door and he groaned, flipping on his side and hoping that whoever it was would just go away.

But they didn't, the knocking had continued and after about three minutes of dealing with continuous knocking he got up and hurried down the stairs, sliding to the front door.

Vance cracked the door open a bit and was ready to start shouting at whoever he could see through it but he stopped once he saw you with a huge grin on your face.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, letting you in as you shook off the snow from your coat, hat and mittens. Stomping on the doormat to free your boots from the snow.

He glanced out the window, noticing that snow still wasn't letting up before he looked back to you. "The hell are you doing out in this weather?"

"What do you mean? This is perfect weather to play in, Vance." You said, gesturing to the boy who was still in his pajamas "The real question is why aren't you dressed yet?"

He had looked at you with an indescribable expression but it was a mixture of disgust and pure confusion. "I'm not going out in that hell."

"Oh c'mon, Vance! It'll be fun!" You had said with a bright smile on your face.

"No."

You nudged his shoulder, making Vance shudder as the cold fabric of their coat brushed against his arm. "I'll buy you those tickets to that racecar show you've been dying to go to."

"I'm not that easy to bribe." He retorted.

"Front row seats."

♡

"I...f...fucking hate you." Vance shivered, even though he was wearing two winter coats, his thickest pair of jeans, snow boots, wool gloves and a hat, he was still freezing cold as he dug his face further into his coats.

You had only giggled as you were laying in the snow, limbs spread out like an "X" as you were moving them back and forth so that you could make a snow angel.

"If you wanna stay warm then you gotta move around." You stated and he had grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"Why not join me and make a snow angel right next to mine?" You had said, looking up at him as he was standing over you with a slight glare.

"And get more snow in my hair and deal with my ass literally freezing? No thanks." He scoffed as he looked up at the sky, seeing that it was beginning to snow even more.

You shruggd and got up, bending over to make a smiley face on your Angel before you had started to make a small ball of snow before rolling it along more.

"What're you doing?" The blonde questioned as he watched you roll around in a circle to create a huge looking snowball.

"Building a snowman, duh."

He huffed, his air coming out like smoke as he did so, watching as you were starting to roll up the second ball for the snowman.

"After you do that can we head back in? I can't feel my toes or fingers."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. "You're so overdramatic. You should consider acting the way you're being such a drama queen."

"I'm not being dramatic!" He had exclaimed, now rubbing his legs together. "I'm fucking freezing my balls off so let's wrap this shit up."

You pushed the snow for the second ball towards the snowman, looking over at Vance who was shaking like he'd been trapped in a deep freezer.

It was a funny sight that you started to giggle since he looked like a penguin whenever he was attempting to move around to creative any kind of heat as you had suggested earlier.

Vance was a little right though, it felt like it was getting colder and even as much as you loved the snow you wanted to get back where it was warm and maybe convince the boy to watch a Christmas movie with you.

"Fine, we can go in after I'm done." You said and he had groaned, only agreeing because he knew there wouldn't be a middle ground.

You lifted the second ball of snow on top of the first and looked back to Vance. "Why don't you help me with Bob?"

"Bob?" His brows furrowed as he stopped waddling around and you gestured to the snowman in making. "Bob!"

"We are not naming that snowman, Bob." Vance said, rolling up some snow so that he could help make the head and help the process go by faster so he could hurry up and get inside.

"What's wrong with Bob?" You asked and he had snorted. "It's basic and it's stupid. Who names a snowman Bob?"

"Me! And I think it's a lovely name."

"Well I think it's boring."

"Okay. Do you have any bright ideas for a name?" You questioned as Vance walked over and placed the last ball of snow on top and he had looked at it up and down.

"Don't know yet, he doesn't have a face so I can't put a name to him. See that's why you're a bad namer. You named him before he even had a face."

"Namer isn't even a word. So since you don't know proper English I think I should name him." You took some buttons from your pocket, placing them on the snowman as Vance broke two twigs from the trees.

"Well I think I should name him because I wouldn't name him something stupid like Bob." The blonde replied, sticking the twigs at the side of your snowman.

He stepped back, staring it after you were finally finished. It had black buttons for eyes that were a bit lopsided and a small button smile with two pink buttons were it's cheeks would be.

Vance turned his head back to you "Where's his nose?"

"Forgot it."

"Another reason why you shouldn't name him."

You had playfully narrowed your eyes at him "Fine, what do you wanna call him?"

He stared at the snowman for a bit, his foot tapping against the snow before he had smiled and looked back to you. "Pud."

"Pud?" You repeated in complete confusion and he had nodded, gesturing to the snowman.

"Pud. Short for puddle which is what he'll be when this bullshit weather blows over."

You gasped and put your ears over Pud's ears as if he had any, glaring up at Vance as he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Yeah, he'll be a huge big puddle that I'll stomp in."

Before you could even make another remark Vance had cut you off as he let out a sneeze, it was high pitched and made his nose scrunch up which would've made you laugh if you weren't fearing it was gonna be the start of a cold or something else.

"Bless you..."

He sniffled. "I swear to God if I got sick because you wanted to play around in the snow I'm gonna kil- achool!"

You had smiled nervously, hiding being Pud/Bob.

"Well think about it this way...if you are sick then that means-"

"Achoo! Achoo!"

You winced, smile straining as Vance sniffled and his nose and cheeks were starting to grow a faint pinkish red shade. "I won't beg you to come back out?"

And if you didn't have fast reflexes Vance would've had you in his grasp as he lunged at you and you had ran off almost tripping in the snow as the boy was yelling profanities while he chased after you.

And what do you know? The next day Vance did end up with a slight cold.

"I fucking hate you.." He mumbled, his stuffy nose making him sound all weird as he blew his nose into the tissue and tossed it into the trashbin.

You had chuckled nervously as you handed him a cup of tea even though he requested a pop. "Hey, but at least those racecar tickets will be worth it...right?"

"They better be, or the next time it snows I'm burying you."