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nikethestatue · 3 years ago

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Name Day

Thanks to @tswaney17 for the inspiration and the idea! Sometimes this is what happens one afternoon when we start thinking of Azriel’s and Elain’s baby’s names.

Her whimsical tale of Elain’s and Bryaxis’ friendship can be found here It’s a good prep for this story

This is the continuation of my Azriel and Elain’s baby story The Depth of Your Eyes which can be found here

No warnings. Fluff and babies.

Name Day

“Will you calm down?” Nesta asked. She was shaking her head, wearing nothing but a satin slip, as she was brushing her hair.

“I am down!” Cassian retorted, eyeing himself in the mirror, smoothing his hair.

“You’d think you are a maid on your first courting,” muttered Nesta, as she began to braid her hair slowly, amused by her mate, as he preened before the mirror.

“I want to look appropriate,” he explained. “We are Guardians. It’s an important position.”

“Yes, I know. But this is the fifth or sixth shirt that you’ve tried on. We are coordinating colours. Your outfit is all ready and waiting and I don’t understand why you are fussing so much,” she slid on the bed and cooed to the baby, who was observing all this commotion with quiet amusement.

“Gods, he is a puffball,” it was Cassian’s turn to shake his head, watching the baby in the reflection of the mirror.

“He is a little fatty,” Nesta agreed, “but he is already dressed and ready to go. While you…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassian looked at the shirt that Nesta had selected and began re-dressing for the fifth time today. “Do we still not know the name?”

She shrugged. “No.”

He proposed, “what if it’s something really strange?”

Nesta rolled her eyes slightly, as she slipped into her powder-blue velvet and lace gown, and approached her mate, her bare back turned to him. He began buttoning her up, without her prompting, while kissing her neck gently.

“He is watching,” she reminded him, but her eyes closed and she stroked his cheek, as her head lay on his shoulder.

“He is a baby.”

“He is Azriel’s baby,” she noted. “He is always watching!”

Cassian huffed in agreement. Azriel’s baby did indeed watch everything and everyone with interest and calm assertion, as if planning a strategy in his head. He reclined in some bouncy contraption, his short arms thick with multiple folds, and resting contently on his round belly. For a month-old infant, he sure looked like he was about six months at least. And not only because of his impressive heft, but also his scrutinizing gaze, that floated from object to person, taking in every detail.

Cassian cupped Nesta’s bottom in his wide palm and squeezed lightly,

“You want to…” he murmured hotly in her ear and she screeched in response, “Noooo! Are you insane? We are not doing that in front of our baby nephew.”

“We can turn him around,” Cassian suggested, unrelenting.

“Get dressed!” she snapped.

Cassian offered a petulant sigh in response and she stepped out of his arms, while he began buttoning his own shirt.

“So, no name?”

“How complicated can it be?” she pondered, stretching on the bed, and offering a rattle to the baby, who wasn’t hugely entertained by it, but took it nevertheless. “He is Elain and Azriel’s son. They are not…They are not you,” she added at last.

“What about me?”

“Well, they are not going to name him Stormwind Lightning Strike Archeron. Or Fireheart Blazing Ruby Archeron,”

“Both,” he interrupted her quickly, snapping his fingers, “are excellent names! I am putting them on the list.”

“No list!”

“Yes, they go on the list,” he insisted.

“You know,” she stroked her nephew’s soft black curl on top of his round head, “it will be something elegant and simple. Oren. Lorien. Rivendell… Something like that.”

“Boring,” huffed Cassian, finally slipping into his trousers.

At first, he wanted to go to the ceremony in full armour, to bring his nephew into the ‘warrior spirit’ right away, according to him. Elain gently suggested that perhaps, that’s a little much for a baby naming ceremony.

The door to Nesta’s River Manor opened quietly and Azriel slipped in.

“What’s boring?” he asked with a smile. Especially when his baby boy almost leapt from his bouncy seat at the sight of him. “Hello, my love,” he whispered, sitting on the bed and immediately kissing the baby’s little fist. “I’ve missed you already…Mama is still getting dressed. And she is going to be the most beautiful mama in the world,” he glanced at Nesta, “well, I mean,”

Nesta smiled and waved her hand dismissively, “She will be. Besides, I am not a mama,”

“Not yet,” piped Cassian quickly.

“Not yet a mama,” she agreed peacefully, “so Elain can claim the title.”

She observed the normally cool, composed, detached shadowsinger absolutely disintegrate in front of his son into a puddle of loving coos, belly rubs and kisses. She’d seen him soft and loving and gentle with Elain, which was an unusual sight in itself, but this was something else entirely.

“So, what’s boring?” Azriel remembered, as he rocked the baby against his chest.

“The name…Are we ever going to find out?” Cassian inquired, tightening his belt and looking at Azriel. “As Guardians, don’t you think we should know?”

“Oh, and you think my baby’s name will be boring?” Azriel cocked his brow.

“Well, it’s not going to be Thunderheart Powerwarrior,” muttered Nesta under her breath.

“I didn’t say that,” Cassian argued quickly.

Azriel gave him a measured look and then offered a resigned sigh, “I suppose you should know,”

“What is it?” exclaimed Cassian eagerly, rubbing his hands. Nesta perked up as well, “Yes, what is it?”

“Bryaxis,” said Azriel calmly, kissing his son’s cheek.

Cassian paled.

Nesta blanched.

“Are you fucking nuts?” groaned Cassian, a terrified expression on his face.

Nesta, who stood near him, elbowed him, muttering, “stop cursing in front of an infant!”

“An infant that these deranged parents want to name Bryaxis!” bellowed Cassian.

Then, Cassian stepped forwards and extended his arms, “No. No. Give me the baby!”

“Why?” Azriel pressed his son a little closer.

“No. You cannot be trusted with a child!” growled Cassian, his eyes blazing, “Absolutely not! Pfff,” he huffed loudly, “Bryaxis! Bryaxis!”

He was then almost speechless, just shaking his head silently, giving Nesta wild looks.

“Umm,” she interjected quietly, “are you sure?” she looked imploringly at Azriel. This was a shock indeed. What in the seven hells were they thinking?

“You know Bryaxis is Elain’s friend,” reminded them Azriel, a smile playing on his lips. “So, we thought,”

“No,” snarled Cassian. “Give me the kid! Right now,”

“Are you going to run away with him?” inquired Azriel.

“If I have to. If I must save him and keep him away from you two crazies, then yes!”

“He is still my son,”

“Not anymore. Not when you decided to name him Bryaxis!”

“But Bryaxis is a,”

“Shut up, Az,” Cassian visibly shuddered at the memory.

He never did accept Elain’s friendship with the monster that was Fear itself. Never understood how she willingly went to the depths of Library to chat with the Darkness and allowed it to roam the gardens of her villa. Thankfully, it was secluded enough not to have Bryaxis terrify everyone in sight.

“He is your neighbour,” reminded him Azriel with a chuckle. “He actually lives in your house!”

“Hey, it’s not because I invited him!” argued Cassian. “If you want it, you can have it, and it can live in your house! Since your wife is such good friends with it.”

The door was thrown open after a sharp knock and Mor appeared on the doorstep, “What is the delay?!!” she demanded by way of her greeting.

Before anyone could respond, she ordered, “Come on! Let’s go! Everyone is waiting,”

Azriel handed the baby to Nesta, and whispered something in her ear.

“Please don’t run away with my child,” he begged his brother.

Cassian begged, “Please don’t name your child Bryaxis! Az, ple-“

But Azriel disappeared in a swirl of his shadows.

It was a lovely, sunny morning. The emerald green lawn of the River Estate was set up with benches and chairs, which were decorated with ribbons and the colours of the Night Court and Azriel’s cobalt blue.

The small group of guests were seated, informally, around a gazebo that was made of branches and decorated with garlands of blue flowers of every colour and hue. Azriel and Elain stood there, hand in hand, waiting for the Guardians to bring the baby forth.

At last, Cassian and Nesta appeared, Cassian holding an Illyrian shield, which was draped in Azriel’s baby blanket. Somehow, Azriel’s mother kept the simple, worn thing all these years, patching it over the centuries, to keep it presentable just for this occasion. Upon the shield, the baby lay, tugging on his feet, trying to roll over the edge, and being barely contained by his nervous aunt.

At last, Cassian and Nesta stopped under the gazebo. Cassian’s eyes were pleading with a silent lament, looking at his brother.

He didn’t hear half of what Rhys was saying. The baby was being welcomed into the fold of its people, as a citizen and son of the Night Court, as an Illyrian warrior, and as a son and protector of his people. Nesta finally grabbed the future ‘protector of his people’ off the damn shield, before he could tumble onto the grass below.

Cassian mutely shook his head, giving Azriel a death stare.

Once a bit of honey was dabbed onto the baby’s lips—for a sweet life—Feyre asked,

“Who names this child?”

“We do,” said Elain and Azriel in unison.

“What name will the child carry?” asked the baby’s grandmother.

With a heavy sight, Cassian joined Nesta’s hand in covering the baby’s head and then,

“Elessar Ramiel,” said Nesta loudly.

Cassian’s eyes blew wide. He whipped his head to Azriel and Elain, who were trying to stifle their laughter, shaking soundlessly against each other, looking at him.

Under the shield, he flashed both of them a vulgar gesture.

Well, at least it wasn’t Lanthys.

“Elessar Ramiel Archeron,” Cassian then repeated loudly alongside Nesta.

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lockefanfic · 4 years ago

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Business Trip: Pt 23 - Apology

“You can… go look through the blue bag.” Momo manages to say, the words leaving her slowly, as though she is struggling to remember how to speak given the pleasure coursing through her body.

Sana stands up from between her legs, earning a soft moan of disappointment from Momo. You watch intently as the topless girl takes light steps over to Momo’s backpack, where she digs around for a few moments before finding what she needed.

When she returns, she is carrying Momo’s purple rubber dildo - the same one she used on Jihyo. She fingers the length of it, her thin fingertips playing with the head the same way she did when she was with you. She looks up and locks eyes with you.

“Let’s fuck her,” she says to you, “at the same time. Do you want her mouth or her pussy?”

“I’m so, so sorry, Sana.”

Momo wasted no time in getting to the point, immediately speaking her mind just as soon as you and Sana entered the hotel room you shared. The two Japanese girls each took one of the sofa seats by the hotel room window while you sat on the nearby bed.

“I don’t know what else to say,” Momo continues, “other than that I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean-“

“Why me?” Sana interrupts, her voice low and soft, her eyes staring at the small coffee table between her and Momo, unable or unwilling to match her gaze.

“...What?” Momo replies, caught wrongfooted by Sana’s interruption.

“Why do you feel that way about me? You know about the other girls. Why me?”

There is silence between the two for long moments as Momo considers her reply. She knew who the ‘other girls’ that Sana was referring to were, and what she meant when she brought them up. The mood in the room suddenly becomes serious, going from a straightforward apology on Momo’s behalf to a serious discussion that neither you nor Momo were ready for.

��I… I guess I’m afraid of you, Sana… I guess,” Momo answers after awhile - she had started saying ‘I guess’ a lot, as she always did when she was nervous or emotional. She plays nervously with the hands in her lap, as if she could find the right words hidden in the lines on her palm.

“Afraid of me?” Sana asks, finally raising her head to look at Momo, “how?”

It’s Momo’s turn to look down at the coffee table, doing her best to avoid Sana’s eyes as she tries to find the right words to explain how she felt.

“I’ve always been afraid… that he’d fall in love with you.”

You immediately begin to speak, eager to ensure Momo knew how you felt, but Sana beats you to the punch.

“I loved him,” Sana says, the words shocking both you and Momo with how easily the words left her lips, “but he chose you. And that’s the end of that. I’ve lived with it. I don’t feel that way for him anymore. And I would never intentionally do anything to harm your relationship.”

Sana’s words leave you reeling, because they were an outright lie considering what she had told you earlier that morning in the gazebo. She had told you less than an hour ago that she still had feelings for you, and here she was telling Momo the exact opposite.

“How do I know, Sana?” Momo asks, her tone a little more passionate and urgent, “how do I know that? How do I know one of these days, if I fuck up or if our relationship has some rough patches, that you won’t just fucking swoop right in and take him away from me?”

There is silence again in the room, and it is a heavy one, every second seeming to stretch into eternity. The weight of Momo’s words are hanging heavy in the air, unaddressed, without Sana’s response.

“I’ve moved on, Momo. I just… want you both to be happy. I know I’ve messed up in the past. But right here, right now, I just want to go back to the way things were between us. When we were all close friends…”

“Sana…” you manage to say, not quite sure what else to add beyond her name, still dumbstruck by the plain lies she had just told Momo.

“I’ll leave,” Sana says abruptly, with a tone of conviction you weren’t expecting, “it’s the only solution. I’ll quit the company and go back to Japan. Without me here, you two will be happy-“

“No,” Momo interrupts, “that’s not an option. We lost you once, and we won’t do it again.”

Silence returns, eager to continue its reign. You share a loaded glance with Momo, and you find an earnestness in her eyes that wasn’t there at the start of the conversation. She, like you, was struggling with Sana’s declaration about how she felt about you, although only you knew it was for different reasons.

“I want you to stay with us, Sana,” Momo says, “but you need to prove that you would never hurt my relationship with him. Prove to me that you’d never break us up.”

Sana rises from her seat, steps over to Momo, bends at the waist, and kisses her deeply. When she finishes her kiss, she stands up again, leaving a stunned look on Momo’s face. She turns so she is facing the both of you.

“If you ever want me to leave, Momo, just say the word and I’ll be on the next flight back to Japan. Until then, you can both have me - as a friend or just as a lay, I don’t care. I just want you both to be happy. I don’t have feelings for him anymore - why don’t we just go back to the way things were?”

With that, Sana reaches down and grasps Momo’s left hand, bidding the older girl to rise and take slow steps towards the bed, stopping just inches from where you are sitting. You lock eyes with Momo for a moment, and there is a lust in her eyes and written all over her face as she bites her lip.

Sana reaches behind her and undoes the zipper that is holding up her top. She slips the flimsy white garment from her shoulders, leaving her chest naked. Momo can’t help but stare at the young woman’s exposed breasts - but there is also some slight hesitation in her eyes, as though she were considering whether having sex with Sana would only further complicate things.

Sana gives her no time to decide otherwise, however, as she presses herself against Momo and wraps her arms around her neck, capturing her lips with her own. Momo is powerless to resist, and the sight of her own arms wrapping around Sana’s body might as well have been a flag of surrender to the younger girl’s whims.

Sana’s hands slide lower, down to Momo’s chest and the buttons of the white shirt she is wearing - a shirt that Momo fished out of your suitcase. Soon the shirt is undone and she is sliding it off Momo’s shoulders to fall to the floor.

You want to say something, want to stop Momo from losing herself in the web of lies Sana has woven, but the sight of the two gorgeous women making out inches away from you, both naked from the waist up, leaves you unable to think, much less speak. A small part of you curses your inability to act, but when Sana lowers her head and begins to tease Momo’s neck with her lips, the sound that leaves your girlfriend’s throat is enough to banish any thought of stopping what was about to happen.

You watch as Sana brings her right hand up to cup and then squeeze Momo’s left breast, caressing the firm mound of flesh gently before dipping her head and licking her small, pert nipple. Momo moans - a soft, long, wordless sound of desire. As if it were a cue, Sana leaves the older woman’s breast and gently pushes Momo forward until she falls backward on the bed next to you.

Sana shoots you a devilish look - she was equal parts evil and sexy all at once, and you knew, much to your disappointment, that there was absolutely nothing that you could do to stop her from getting what she wanted.

And so you watch, powerless, as Sana devours Momo’s body. Her lips, her tongue, and her hands ravish the older girl’s body, every touch and lick and kiss dripping with lust and desire - she was aggressive without being overbearing, passionate without being smothering. Momo locks eyes with you as Sana works her magic on her body, and in her eyes there is a question, as though she were asking you whether you should be doing this, whether this was the best idea given the circumstances of your relationship.

And you want to answer her, want to stop this all from happening and tell Momo that she had just been lied to. But Sana captures Momo’s right nipple in her mouth and begins to suck, and Momo casts her head back and moans - and soon all your attention is focused on the younger woman as she plays with Momo’s breasts, her hands a mouth painting a picture of pleasure on the older woman’s body.

Eventually Sana has found her way between Momo’s spread legs, kneeling on the floor next to the bed before peeling off the cotton shorts that Momo is wearing. Momo spreads her legs wantonly, any last vestige of hesitation cast away by the beautiful, lusty younger woman between her flushed thighs. When Sana’s head descends to your girlfriend’s crotch you lose sight of exactly what she is doing, but the pleasure written all over Momo’s features - to say nothing of the long, drawn out sighs and moans leaving her lips - tells you exactly what she is doing.

Your hands peel your shorts off your hips, and before you know it you are stroking your rock hard shaft, seeking some sort of outlet for the intensely erotic scene playing out in front of you.

For long seconds you watch as Sana devours Momo, licking and slurping and eating her pussy. Momo’s hands bury themselves in Sana’s hair, clutching her skull and pressing it against her crotch as though wanting to drive her tongue deeper inside her body.

“Oh… oh god, Sana… oh god… you eat… you eat me so good.”

Sana raises her head from Momo’s crotch, and the glistening juices on her lips and chin gleam in the morning light.

“I wish I could fuck you, Momo,” she says, licking her wet lips, gathering the juices that are staining her face. She plays idly with the other Japanese girl’s wet flesh, her fingertip teasing her clit playfully as though she were playing with a toy and not her most sensitive area.

“You can… go look through the blue bag.” Momo manages to say, the words leaving her slowly, as though she is struggling to remember how to speak given the pleasure coursing through her body.

“Let’s fuck her,” she says to you, “at the same time. Do you want her mouth or her pussy?”

You look over Momo’s naked, quivering body, taking in every detail of her, before you settle on her lust-drunk face. She licks her lips, making your decision for you.

“I want to fuck her mouth,” you say.

You get off the bed until you are standing next to it, and Momo adjusts herself so that she is still lying on her back, but her head is mostly dangling off the edge of it, her naked body perfectly in line with yours.

“Fuck my throat, baby.”

Sana takes up position between her spread legs, the purple length of hard rubber poised between pussy lips that were no doubt drenched with her juices. You rub the tip of your shaft against Momo’s lips, and she opens her mouth willingly, swirling her tongue around the head.

You share a glance with Sana to find that she is as lost in lust as the two of you were. All that mattered now was giving Momo a fucking she would not soon forget.

When you push forward with your shaft into Momo’s throat, Sana penetrates her pussy with the dildo - soon the two of you are fucking Momo from both ends.

To say the feeling of Momo’s wet throat wrapped around your shaft was utterly amazing would be an understatement. She had tried to take you into her throat before, but usually from a kneeling position which limited how deeply she could take you into her. Now, with her on her back, your shaft was perfectly lined up with the back of her mouth, making it easy to fuck her throat.

You watch as a small bulge appears at the front of her neck with each thrust, and while you are afraid the small gargling sounds you hear would mean it was painful for her, the soft gasps and moans that they soon turned into told you that she was getting used to it.

Perhaps having a hard shaft pistoning in and out of her pussy helped.

Sana is relentless in her pace, driving the hard rubber shaft in and out of Momo’s pussy - hard but not too hard, just fast enough to make sure she was getting the full length with each thrust. The purple rubber gleams brightly with each exit, proof of the freely flowing juices that coat it with each entry into Momo’s body.

It probably only lasted a minute or two, every second of it is pure pleasure as you and Sana fuck Momo’s mouth and pussy. The sight of Sana pumping the dildo in and out of Momo, the sight of Momo’s body being completely taken, is matched only by the pleasure radiating from your crotch as you pump in and out of her tight, wet, hot throat.

The sight of it - of Momo’s perfect, naked, wet body being penetrated from both ends, her legs spread wantonly and her perfectly shaped breasts bouncing erotically with each thrust into her pussy - was utterly intoxicating. You had never experienced anything like it.

Neither had Momo, and the orgasm that she experiences is quite literally earth shattering for the young woman. She is unable to speak, not that she could say anything even if she wanted to, what with her throat being filled with your hard cock. The gasps and moans that she manages to produce as she orgasms create delicious vibrations around your shaft, bringing you to yet another level of pleasure.

Hirai Momo is reduced to a shuddering, quivering mess. You withdraw your shaft from her mouth for fear that she might bite down on it, leaving a long string of saliva trailing from her mouth that she didn’t bother to wipe away, so lost is she in her orgasm. Her body shakes and shudders as she finishes cumming, her body turned to jelly by the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Sana withdraws the dildo from her body and holds it up for the both of you to see. It is completely drenched in Momo’s oily juices. Sana gives it a long, slow lick from top to bottom.

“Delicious,” she says, every syllable dripping with desire.

Momo is breathing heavily, still recovering, her breasts heaving up and down deliciously with each exhalation. Sweat is matting her long black hair to the side of her face.

“I want more.”

“Maybe we should pay attention to your boyfriend,” Sana says.

“Maybe he and I should pay attention to you,” Momo says with a sly grin as she eyes the purple dildo in Sana’s hands.

Sana smiles back, her lips still sinful and wicked.

“There will be time for me later,” she says, “for now I just want to keep fucking you, Momo. I don’t think you’ve had enough.”

Momo glances up at you, still on her back on the bed.

“You heard her, baby,” she says softly, “I don’t think I’ve been filled enough. How do you want to fuck me?”

The possibilities course quickly through your mind - possible positions and combinations, each promising pleasure at their end; but you found yourself thinking back to your experience with Jihyo only a few weeks ago…

“I’m dying to fuck your ass, baby... while Sana fucks your pussy.”

The smiles of lustful delight on Momo and Sana’s faces only raise the anticipation in your head as you climb onto the bed, lying down on it. Momo takes the opportunity to spit on your shaft, pumping it slowly with her hand to spread the saliva all over it until it is drenched with her saliva, ensuring it is sufficiently lubricated. She locks eyes with you as she does so, and any thought you may have had of warning her of Sana’s lie, or warning her about what Sana told you that morning - it all goes right out the window.

You grasp Momo’s shoulders and turn her around - Momo takes your hint and turns her back to you, preparing herself for what was about to happen. Sana catches on and positions herself once more between Momo’s spread legs, the dildo in her hands once more poised to dive into Momo’s body.

Momo raises her lower body, lifting herself with her hands on the bed behind her and her feet flat on the bed until her butt is hovering above your crotch, the round, firm cheeks of her ass drifting above your tall, hard shaft. You reach down, cupping both her cheeks before spreading them slightly, revealing the small, tight hole of her ass.

Slowly, carefully, she lowers herself onto your cock. The tight ring of her ass resists at first, but with a soft pop you penetrate her body, and soon she is slowly grinding down the length of your cock, the abundant saliva on it from her earlier throat fucking making it a little easier. Before you know it she has taken you completely inside her ass, her butt meeting your crotch.

Hirai Momo’s pussy was wonderfully tight and hot, but her ass was on another level altogether. You had both indulged in anal sex several times since your first time together, and she knew what to expect; it was still slightly uncomfortable for her, especially when you first entered, but you knew from experience that it would only be temporary, and that the pleasure that it would soon bring would far outweigh any initial discomfort.

Momo hisses in slight pain as she takes you fully inside her ass. But Sana moves forward and kisses her deeply, trying to ease her into it. Momo reciprocates, before breaking the kiss and staring Sana right in the eye.

“Sana… put it in me.”

You wish you could watch as Sana presses the dildo, still slick and oily with Momo’s juices, to the lips of her pussy, so close to her cock-stuffed ass. You wish you could see the bottom of your shaft and swollen testicles just beneath Momo’s soon to be filled pussy.

But you content yourself instead with the long, lustful, utterly sinful moan that leaves Momo’s mouth as Sana pushes the dildo into her pussy and she is double penetrated for the first time in her life. As Sana fills Momo’s pussy, you gasp in sheer pleasure at feeling the hard length of rubber rubbing up against the underside of your shaft through the thin walls of Momo’s pussy, even as you are buried in the depths of her ass.

Words cannot describe the pleasure. Your mind is gone - all rational thought has fled, all worry about Sana’s feelings for you or Irene’s treachery or anything other than the feeling of pleasure erupting from your shaft as you and Sana fuck Momo with your respective lengths, Sana with hard rubber in her pussy and you with your impossibly rock hard cock in her tight ass.

If the pleasure weren’t already more intense than anything you’d ever experienced, it would soon become even more overwhelming as Sana begins to slowly pump the dildo in and out of Momo’s pussy, slowly inching the hard rubber in and out of her tightly clenching walls - the shaft rubs hard against your cock, driving you almost insane with pleasure. Momo’s tightness is increased tenfold - she was tight enough when you were fucking her pussy with your cock, but with your cock in her ass she was tightening up even more than you thought was possible.

Suddenly the thought of fucking her pussy, alone, felt ridiculously vanilla.

You finally gather the wherewithal to contribute - Sana wasn’t going to be the only one fucking Momo. You slowly grasp Momo’s hips and push upward, encouraging her to lift her body up. She is a quivering, moaning, wet mess, but she finds the strength to slowly pump her body up and down, and for the first time your shaft is exiting her ass, even as Sana drives the dildo fully inside her - soon you and Sana settle into a rhythm, your cock pumping into her ass as the dildo leaves her pussy, and leaving her ass just as her pussy is refilled with hard rubber.

It is all Momo can do to stay upright given the two shafts pumping in and out of her. She can barely even moan, barely even gasp. The only sounds leaving her body are hot, firm slaps of her butt against your hips, or the wet, slick sounds of the dildo pumping in and out of her pussy.

She can barely stay up in her current position, and so you raise your upper body from the bed, letting Momo rest her back against your chest. You reach around her quivering body to clutch her right breast, squeezing the firm flesh there and enjoying the feel of the warm mound in your hand. Your girlfriend is a complete mess, her entire essence boiling down to the two shafts pumping in and out of her tight holes.

“You like… seeing.. Her like this?” Sana asks, and you absentmindedly wonder how the hell she had the strength or ability to even put a sentence together.

“Fuck yes,” you manage to say, even as you clench your teeth as you pump in and out of Momo’s ass, “fuck she’s tight… fuck… so fucking tight. It feels so good…”

“Mmm.. yes… keep fucking her… fuck her! Fuck her!”

“Mmmhmmm! Uh! Ahhh!” Momo gasps, seemingly unable to say anything even closely resembling a sentence.

For long seconds you fuck - the three of you - and nothing else exists. There is only the need to pump in and out of the body of the young Japanese girl between you, the need to experience more and more pleasure, chasing a plateau, a peak of pleasure that you simultaneously want to attain and want to keep at bay. Momo’s mouth is slack jawed, a thin stream of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away, not when the only thing that existed in her world was the sensation of being fucked to oblivion.

“Oh… oh fuck! I… I’m cumming!!”

Momo cums again - she had thought the last orgasm she had was strong, but this was on another level completely. She felt so completely full, so completely stuffed with hardness that it overwhelms her completely, her inner walls clamping down so hard on your cock and Sana’s dildo that it makes it difficult to move, difficult to even breathe, so strong is the pleasure overwhelming you at the feeling of Momo’s body tightening against around your shaft. Her entire body becomes rigid, her limbs quivering almost scarily as the sheer pleasure coursing through her body causes her to seize up.

You can’t take it anymore - you want to cum too, and you finally let yourself go. You pump a few more times into Momo’s body before you raise your head and force your eyes open - eyes you didn’t know you had closed - and find Sana staring back at you, her face full of lust and evil and sin - and it was enough to drive you over the edge.

You let Momo’s body crash down against yours, impaling your shaft fully into her ass as deep as it would go before you cum. Every spurt of thick, hot semen that surges into Momo’s devastated, wrecked body elicits a soft gasp from her, the warm wetness entering her ass apparently giving her the strength to moan as she is pumped to the brim with cum.

You don’t even know what happens next - perhaps you black out, perhaps your brain is too addled with pleasure to even begin to make sense of a world in which you weren’t double penetrating your girlfriend. Eventually Momo slides off your spent shaft, her body an empty, powerless shell of flesh. As you exit her body a wet flow of sticky semen drips from her freshley fucked ass, dripping onto your crotch and hips before staining the bedsheets - not that you gave a damn.

The next thing you know you are lying down on the bed again, Momo next to you, both of you breathing heavily. Through eyes made heavy with fatigue, you notice Sana lie down next to Momo - but before her head hits the bed, she locks eyes with you. You try to make sense of the smile that is on her lips, but your brain is too tired to work, and you give yourself up to the wonderful embrace of sleep.

Your last thought before you go to sleep is of Momo, and you drape your arm around her torso as though you wanted to protect her from the other woman that was sharing your bed.

—-

When you wake, the first thing you notice is Momo’s absence.

“She’s taking a shower,” comes a voice - Sana’s - drifting in from the open balcony door, as though reading your thoughts. Gathering your wits, you slip your shorts back on before joining the younger Japanese girl outside.

As you near you realize she is wearing your t-shirt and nothing else as she leans forward against the balcony rail, leaving those long, perfect legs bare - not that she gave a damn about being seen half naked in public.

You are momentarily awed by the sheer sexiness oozing from every part of her body, but you quickly remember the way she lied so easily to Momo, and used sex to get her to believe it. You join her on the balcony, leaning on the railing next to her.

“So all that stuff about moving on, about not having feelings for me anymore, was that just some bullshit you made up so she’d stop hounding you about me?”

Sana looks out towards the ocean view in front of her, her face suddenly serious.

“Sometimes we have to tell people what they need to hear,” she says, her words carrying a tone of nonchalance that angered you with how easily she spoke about lying and deception. She knew how to lie, knew how to use clever words and how to leave certain facts out in order to get what she wanted. You should have known this by know. You should have known what she could do. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd lied. She wore deception like a cloak, a tool to keep others from really seeing the true Minatozaki Sana.

“She asked you if you would ever take me away from her. And you lied and said you wouldn’t.”

Sana turns so she is facing away from the view and towards the empty hotel room, as though she were speaking directly to Momo. There is an edge to the features of her face, and you found yourself a little afraid of how easily she was able to change.

“I didn’t lie. What I said was true; I won’t do anything to harm your relationship or cause you to break up. I promise you that. You chose her. You’re hers, and she’s yours. I’ll go back to being your friend and co-worker and fucktoy - for the both of you. Everything will go back to normal.”

Sana takes a step away from the railing. You don’t turn away from your view of the ocean, but the sound of her voice meant she had turned her head toward you as she begins to speak.

“...But that doesn’t mean I can’t have feelings for you. And if - or when - she fucks up your relationship… well, then you’d have another choice to make, wouldn’t you?”

You want to say something, something that will put the girl in her place, make her stop this foolishness that you knew could only end in tears and heartache - but Sana had a hold over you, one you and your heart were powerless to resist.

“Momo owes me an orgasm or two,” she says nonchalantly, as though she were talking about the weather, “Maybe I’ll go join her shower.”

Without another word, Minatozaki Sana leaves the balcony and re-enters the hotel room. You turn and watch her as she strips off the t-shirt, every inch of her naked, perfectly sculpted body illuminated brightly by the midday sun. She knows you are watching every movement she makes, and her body language tells you that she enjoys it - no, she relishes in it - in the power she had over you, and in knowing you were powerless to resist her, even when she was threatening the relationship you shared with a woman who meant so much to you.

As she casually tosses her shirt to the floor and saunters towards the bathroom, you curse yourself for letting her have such a hold over you. You knew you had to be stronger around her, knew you had to set the record straight with her and tell her to stop playing this dangerous game with your relationship… but you couldn’t find the will to do so, and you hated yourself for it.

There was something, you realize, about the way she wanted you, the way she desired you so intensely, that kept you from doing anything but watch as Sana turns the corner into the hotel suite foyer and enters the bathroom.

You turn back to the outside world and look for some sort of solace in the ocean view, but find none amidst the sunny, tropical beach in front of you. Your attention is taken instead by something on the edge of the scene, something which seemed to match the mood in your mind and heart.

On the horizon, grey storm clouds are forming.

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vivifrage · 4 years ago

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Hello! If you still taking promps can it be 199 with PK and WL?? And if possible with your archivist PK au??

I do like archivist PK, so I’ll let this one be the last one for the round. Thanks!

This one turned out long, so putting in a cut.

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He’d not visited her since... since everything. Since she left, since he brought the palace into the dream realm, since his newly ascended child dragged his sorry corpse back to life as soon as his mind was whole enough to sustain it.

For the longest time, nobody dared to suggest it. Perhaps they supposed he would handle the matter when he was ready, or she would hear of his presence and request him. Or perhaps the couple were through. What would Hallownest face in the event of a godly breakup?

Not much, thus far.

The one called Ghost suggested it first, via pointed looks at the Queen’s Gardens whenever he spent a moment studying a map in their presence. As the new god ruling the domain of regrets (alongside their stolen dream realm), they certainly had reason to try and bring their parents together. Let the two sort matters out.

The Hollow Knight - Hollow was the next to suggest it. Also with many long, pointed looks. At one point, they skipped right by the botanists beginning to reoccupy the Archives, instead going right to him with a fresh-picked basket of flowers from her gardens, ready for preservation and study. Their motivations were rather more mundane than godly closure. No, he suspected they just wanted their parents to be happy, and to have some semblance of a whole, unbothered family.

It was when Hornet approached him, cool and collected but with anger burning low in her eyes (as always, around him), that he began to think perhaps he ought to let himself be swayed. He could think of no reason for her to come up to him and say the White Lady would likely be amenable to his visitation, if he ever elected to stop being a coward and face the matter.

Well, perhaps she wanted to be right about something, but what, he wasn’t sure.

One of his hands clasped the front of his robe as he made his way through the Fog Canyon, towards the recently rebuilt connection between it and the Queen’s Gardens. He felt like he’d swallowed a rock - whole, that was - and the knot in his throat contrasted sharply with the lack against his collar.

They had both given up their parts of the Kingsoul. Ghost had stolen his, but what of the White Lady? Did she disdain him? Hate him, even? Had she tossed it aside like a cheap, broken trinket? He would not blame her for such a thing.

The knot grew, and came to settle deep in his chest, as he crossed the bounds into her garden. His plating itched all up and down his back; he knew all too well the consequences of entering another god’s territory. She may have been no wyrm, but she was not to be underestimated.

A flash of red caught his attention, and his breath caught. But it did not reappear, and he continued on, towards the structure Ghost had marked on a map. (Pointless, he knew where she’d hide, he could have been left with naught but his claws scrabbling through the thorns and found it.)

So at least one of his children watched.

He saw no more sign of any of them as he continued deeper into the gardens, winding down passages narrowed by thorns, through an old gazebo marked with two graves outside it, and at last towards the overgrown structure.

The grave there gave him pause. He let the name carved into it weigh on him, and reaching out, he brushed his thumb over it, whispering his... his friend’s name. One more time.

He stared down the entrance, claws flexing nervously. This was it. His last chance to retreat, like the coward his daughter had accurately accused him of being. He’d deal with them later; this would only be one small slight against grievous horrors.

He thought he felt eyes upon his back. Tucking his wings in close, he sighed. So be it.

He climbed in, and sought her out, guided by the glow of her roots.

By the time he’d reached her chambers his heart beat against his chest, some primal thing. His throat went dry, words escaped him. He saw her, her glow, the tangle of her roots upon the floor, the healing wound where his children had cut an entrance big enough for Hollow to come in and visit their mother.

He wanted her.

By the earth and stars and rivers, he loved her, so much that tears filled his eyes, and an emptiness ached within him. How had he ever survived the lonely years without her?

She didn’t respond to him. Not yet.

So he took one unsteady step into her chambers.

Another.

And another.

One after another, his feet tapping against the dirt and old roots. He opened his mouth, found himself still unable to speak.

Her head turned, as much as it could all bound up, and his breath left him. It was her. Truly her, as beautiful as she had always been, as graceful and serene. The same supple yet strong bark, the same blue eyes - albeit cloudier than before - and the same perfect curves to each tendril.

“One approaches,” she said. Simple, guarded, on the defensive.

One.

Nothing could stop it. He gasped in a breath and found he could only cough it out as the tears welled and poured freely down his cheeks. She didn’t recognize him. Or she did not wish to.

He’d fallen so far, to be naught but a stranger to his own beloved wife.

He wished to speak, should have spoken, or maybe left. But he found himself frozen, sobbing until his eyes itched with the futile effort to dry his tears, his cheeks and jaw and mandibles wet, the taste of salt biting at his tongue.

He tried, a couple times, to say something, anything. Yet he couldn’t even gather his thoughts enough to press them into her mind, let alone coordinate his failing mind and mandibles.

He curled up, his tail wrapping around his body, huddled as small as he could manage. As if doing that would spare what little dignity he retained.

“Not my child,” she said with certainty. From what he could see through tear-blurred vision, she leaned forwards and squinted. “Nor is the interloper Hornet, she would have spoken her business by now. As would the mortals she now commands. This one has a striking familiarity, yet I cannot-”

“My Lady,” he begged, hands uncurling from his face to reach for one of her tendrils, to hold it and to kiss as far up its length as he could manage, in that way that always left her giggling. “My Lady, I-”

He froze. Who was he, to call her his? To put such a thing upon her, when she had already removed what little shackled her to him? For the sake of her freedom (what little could be gained, now she’d become so deeply rooted), he ought to be nothing.

The tears sprang anew. “I’m sorry,” he croaked.

Her blinking grew more rapid. Her head swung uselessly, and she shifted in her seat. Tendrils freed themselves, curving through the space until, at last, one cupped his chin.

And then, for a moment, it all stopped.

“My Wyrm?”

He opened his mouth, only for a rattling keen to come out. His tears dripped freely to the ground, stained grey with Void. Her tendrils found him and he clung to one as he collapsed, forced down by the weight of it all, left useless as he sobbed.

She stroked his back, the underside of his chin, his cheek. She brushed the tears away, accepted the clumsy, apologetic kisses he pressed to her tendrils when he could get a moment’s respite.

And she waited it out. All the tears, all the choked keens and sobs, all the undignified coughing. Like the patient, thoughtful being she was.

“Oh, my Wyrm.” Her tendrils drew him in, ushered him closer, closer, until he stood at her base, where her sightless eyes could peer down at him. “I’ve missed you.”

“My- dearest Lady.” His claws dug into the bindings wrapping her, so tight they threatened to break the sturdy fabric. Everything hurt, his head and heart and soul. “Why would you miss me? Why not be angry, at what I have done? Surely- surely it would be better than the grief, the tears.”

She sighed, like she did when he’d spent too long working on a project, and now could hardly walk back to their room without almost passing out on the floor. Like she had done many times, before she finally elected to leave. “It is not so simple a matter, my Wyrm. I myself grieve these acts, and must take my repentance for them.”

He shook his head, the side of his face brushing a tendril. “Please, love, know it was I who did this to all of us. Your grief is misplaced, let me take its brunt.”

“Oh, my Wyrm,” she breathed, “Such a solitary creature you are, to accept all the blame in the world. You alone did not consent to the plan, nor did you conceive and bear our children’s eggs singlehandedly. You were not even the only enforcer of the rules surrounding the Pure Vessel.” Her tendrils pressed into the corners of his jaw. “My love, you were not even the one to request our child take the plague into themself, to suffer as our Hollow Knight did.”

A tendril slipped from between his fingers. “But I- I-”

Another pressed his mouth shut. “Hush, my love. We have both made our errors. Let us grieve them together, cursed by hindsight.”

He sighed, all the air rushing from him as she drew him up onto her lap. “Anything, for my Lady.”

She stroked his temple. “It’s been too long since I’ve heard those words.”

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eadanga · 4 years ago

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Falling In Love With You Part 3

Summary: Chris is a rich guy trapped in an awful engagement. He meets MC a young medical student and falls for her. Can Chris get out of this engagement to be with the one her loves?

A/N: This series is for @maxattack-powell one of the winners of my 400 followers giveaway hope you enjoy this and thanks for participating.

“This is gonna be so much fun” Kaitlyn bounced up and down as MC drove down to Chris’s office.

MC giggles “Alright settle down there”

“How can you not be excited? We’re planning a party for the richest family in town and we’re getting paid for it!”

“I know but we’re also gonna be professional about it”

“Professional smessional” MC laughed “We are gonna make sure they have the best party ever”

“Ok Kaitlyn just when we get there let me do the talking”

“Alright but if it gets boring I’m jumping in”

“You’re something else you know that”

Kaitlyn giggles “I know” MC rolled her eyes as she pulled up to the office building “Nice place he got here”

“Yeah”

“By the way you told me about this but don’t think you’re getting out of telling me the rest of the details”

“Alright alright” They got out of the car and headed inside the building. They approached the front desk “Hi we’re looking for Chris Powell’s office”

“Name please”

“MC and Kaitlyn”

“One second” She pressed a button on her phone “Mr. Powell a MC and Kaitlyn are here to see you”

“Of course send them in”

The secretary pointed down the hall “Right down there”

“Thanks”

They walked down the hall and knocked on the door

“Come in”

****

As the door opened Chris looked up from his desk and saw MC. He looked at her up and down Wow she looks beautiful why is my heart racing? Calm down Chris. He took a deep breath and stood up “Hi MC”

“Hi Chris this is my friend Kaitlyn”

“Nice to meet you Kaitlyn”

“You too”

“So let’s discuss this gala”

“Sure what’s the gala for?”

“Oh you know boring business stuff my parents put it on every year and this year I wanted to handle it”

“How boring I thought it would be cooler”

“Kaitlyn!”

Chris chuckles “No she’s right but it can be fun when I invite people I know to it”

Kaitlyn grins “What do you do? Have you pulled off any pranks? Tell me you have”

“We did”

“Oh I like you already”

MC laughs “Ok let’s get back to the matter at hand”

Kaitlyn playfully sticks out her tongue “Party pooper”

Chris laughs as MC rolls her eyes “Now what’s the theme for the party?”

“I had a couple of themes”

“How about a punk rock theme?”

MC sighs “I swear this girl needs adult supervision”

“Oh shush”

Chris laughs harder This is the most fun I’ve had “Well let’s get started shall we?” After a couple of hours the finish going over all the details Chris smiles “I think this will be our best gala yet thank you guys so much for doing this”

MC smiles “Your welcome Chris”

Chris smiles as he stares at her She has such an amazing smile it could light up a room

“Sorry to interrupt but we better get going MC”

MC rolls her eyes “Alright”

Chris chuckles “I’ll see you the night of the gala”

“Yes you will”

They leave the room and Chris sits back down What was I doing? I couldn’t stop staring at her He sighs What has that girl done to me?

****

As the head out Kaitlyn smirks “Well you could just feel the sparks flying in there”

MC blushes “No I was just being polite”

“Right and the way you were looking at each other is polite”

“What looks? I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Sure you don’t” Kaitlyn giggles

“Quiet you we’ve got a party to plan”

****

Over the next couple MC and Kaitlyn worked hard to get the gala to together. Meeting with Chris and making sure all the details were in place

MC stood in her room on the night of the gala looking through her closet “Hmmm what should I wear?”

“Knock knock” Kaitlyn poked her head in “MC have you gotten dressed yet?”

“I was just deciding that now”

“No need Chris sent over some dresses for us”

“He did not”

“He did” She handed her a garment bag

MC grins “Awww that was so nice of him” She sees a note attached to the bag

MC,

You’ve been so helpful planning this gala for me. Couldn’t have done it without your help. Just wanted to give you something after all your hard work. I bet you’ll look amazing in this

Chris

“How cute”

“We’re you reading over my shoulder?”

“Yeah I was”

“He’s just being nice”

“Oh really? Mine didn’t come with a note”

MC blushes “Ok enough of that let’s get dressed”

****

Chris stood at the refreshment table and pour himself a drink. Grace approached him “Hi Chris the gala is really amazing this year”

“Owe it all to MC”

Grace smiled “You really like her don’t you?”

Chris almost choked on his drink “What? No we’re just friends”

“Oh really? Can you say that now?”

“What do you-” Chris’s jaw hit the floor as he saw MC walk in. She wore the deep purple long dress he had sent to her. Her light blonde hair was straightened and flowing down both of her shoulders Holy shit wow. Chris walked up to her and Kaitlyn “Hey MC”

“Hi Chris”

“You look amazing”

MC giggles “Thanks so do you thanks for the dresses”

“You’re welcome”

“Chris is that your secretary over there?”

“Yeah”

“I almost didn’t recognize her I’m gonna go talk to her. You two have fun” Kaitlyn skips away

Chris turns back to MC “Is she…?”

“Into girls? Yeah she is”

Chris chuckles “She didn’t look like she was” MC giggles as Chris looks her up and down her body “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure”

Chris nods then walks over to the refreshment table.

****

MC smiles He looks really good tonight

“Excuse me can you get me a water?”

MC looks up and sees a girl with bright auburn hair standing next to her “I’m sorry?”

“Can you get me some water?”

“I’m not a server”

“But you work for Chris don’t you? So technically you are”

MC fumed I so wanna tell this bitch off but I don’t wanna cause a scene “I don’t work for him I’m his friend he invited me”

She rolls her eyes “He’s always doing that it’s so annoying”

“Scarlet”

They turned and saw Chris standing behind them

“Oh thanks for the drink Chris baby” She reaches it but he pulls away from her

“It’s not for you” He hands the drink to MC “Why would I get you a drink? Especially after the way you just talk to her”

“You’re always defending you friends! Why would you hang with them when you got me?!”

“Just get out of here I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you bitch”

“Whatever” Scarlet storms off

Chris turns back to MC “You alright?”

“Yeah I’m guessing that was your fiancé”

“I don’t ever refer to her as that”

“I can’t blame you she’s horrible”

“I know but forget about her you wanna dance?”

“Sure”

Chris takes her hand and they walk out onto the dance floor. As they sway to the music Chris smiles as he looks deep into her eyes “You know you look beautiful in this dress I knew I picked out the right one for you”

MC blushes “Thanks you have good taste”

“Only for the best of girls” MC smiles “So how about-”

****

A tap came on his shoulder. He turned and saw Scarlet “Chris why are you dancing with her? You should be dancing with me”

“No thanks”

“You’re my fiancé now let’s dance” She grabs his arm and starts pulling him away

Chris pulls his arms away and steps away from her “Can you stop? Why are you acting crazy?”

“You’re dancing with another girl and I’m crazy?!” She takes a threatening step towards MC “He’s mine you little-”

“Scarlet go! Leave!”

“No! You’re dancing with me!”

“Chris I should go”

“Yes go!”

Chris turns to her “No MC please don’t go”

“No I should I’ll see you later”

“No MC wait!” He tries to grabs her arms but she runs outside”

“I don’t want you talking to her ever again!”

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t hang out with I’ll hang out with whoever I please and you can’t do a damn thing about it!”

Chris runs outside and he sees MC sitting at the gazebo. He sits next to her “I’m so sorry about that MC”

“God she is such a bitch”

“I know look let me make this up to you do you still want to go to that concert?”

“Yes I do”

“Good and don’t worry it will be Scarlet free”

MC laughs “I hope so”

“Want me to take you home?”

“No I’ll go with Kaitlyn I’ll see you soon”

“Yeah”

MC smiles then walks away. Chris sighs as he heads back inside to where his mother and Scarlet stand waiting for him

“Chris what’s this Scarlet’s telling me about another girl?”

“You mean MC? We’re just friends”

“Oh sure just friends he was dancing with her! I’m sure there’s something else going on!”

“Chris you can’t do that to you’re getting married”

“I can’t believe you’re taking this demon’s side over mine”

His mom gasps “Christopher!”

“I’m out of here!” Chris storms away

“See? That girl has done something to him”

“Well she won’t be getting anywhere near my son again”

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gaypasta · 5 years ago

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misc 12 + streddie

"Can we please stop running? I think I'm dying."

"Can we please stop running? I think I'm dying." Stan and Eddie could hardly understand the words panting from Richie's mouth, but the action of him veering off of the running path to flop himself down face-first on one of the wooden piers that cut over the lake was sign enough.

Eddie wiped the sweat from his head from the bottom of his t-shirt - an old top of Richie's that didn't quite fit him anymore. That's the good thing about Eddie's small frame - he gets all of Stan's nice pressed polo shirts and button-downs, and he gets Richie’s old t-shirts which have long since been too small for his broadening shoulders.

“We’ve only done two laps, Richie.”

Stan pulled to a stop, looking as out of breath as he would walking to and from the mailbox, “I told you he’d only hold us back, Eddie.”

Richie let out an anguished groan and made grabbing motions with his hands, “Eds, gimme a hit of your gazebo lung.”

Eddie shifted his fanny pack to the other side of his hip, as if Richie is in any way shape or form to reach it, “I told you to stop fuckin’ calling it that.”

“So you’re not arguing that it’s a gazebo?”

“It’s not a gazeb- placebo.”

Stan just rolled his eyes and stretched his calves - not wanting to cramp up. Stan had been running the longest - ever since they all moved out of Derry to a rural town some thirty miles on the far side of Bangor. Richie and Eddie had found jobs straight away - well, Richie worked from home on his sketches and ghostwriting for other comedians and Eddie got transferred from his office in Derry to one in Bangor without any issues - but Stan had struggled for months to get a job, the only positions available being entry-level accounting that was laughably below his pay grade.He grew agitated quickly, being stuck inside the house all day. Finally one morning after one of his lengthy rants, Eddie had walked out of the kitchen - leaving his coffee and oatmeal to go cold - and came back some twenty minutes later with a pair of black runners.

“Go for a run.”

“I haven’t ran since we did Track in High School - besides, I don’t know this town - where am I supposed to run?”

“Stan, I love you - but I don’t see you walking out of the front door in the next ten minutes I’m going to shoot myself.”

So Stan had driven around for a large portion of the morning in a pair of sweatpants and a Nike Sports top that Ben had bought him for his Birthday some years prior. It hadn’t been worn. Some three miles out of town he found a hidden gem - just off of a small country lane bracketed by heavy trees; a lake in the midst of a lush and emerald wood. The only signage being a weathered wood with Antrim Lake etched into it. The air was clean and in the entire year of Stan going for his morning run, he had yet to come across another soul.

Some three months afterwards, he and Eddie had been fooling around. A tough week for Eddie with work and an equally tough week for Stan - the two fucked their frustrations out into each other. Just as Stan pulled off his shirt and slipped out of his work slacks - Eddie’s jaw dropped and he eyed Stan up like he was inches away from devouring him.

“When the fuck did you get abs?”

Stan looked down - sure, he’d noticed he had lost weight (he had put on a layer of pudge while he was unemployed, not that it had bothered him much), but sure enough - there was some definition. Not Ben Hanscom level abs, like a Greek God - but shadows of four of his abdominal muscles from the overhead light.

“It must be all the running and my warm-ups,” Stan simply said - moving down to resume the business they were attending.

Eddie pulled him in for a fast and rough kiss, “I’m coming with you tomorrow, then.”

“Are you going to don those little red shorts? I’m sure they would still fit.”

“Fuck you.”

Eddie joined him then. Only a couple mornings a week but Stan found himself looking forward to those days when he would wake up at six and see Eddie waiting for him in a pair of track shorts and a recycled tee with two cups of coffee on the table. And Eddie found himself looking forward to their shower afterwards - because who doesn’t love shower sex - and who doesn’t love Richie’s grumbled features complaining that they woke him up fuckin’ like a bunch of horny teenagers - we’re in our fuckin’ thirties, I’m surprised one of you grandpas hasn’t broken a hip in there.

Richie grew jealous of being left out and even though Richie couldn’t run for shit - he had stolen a pair of Eddie’s track shorts (which hugged him worryingly) and one of his too-big sweatshirts and waited with an eager smile and a bottle of Gatorade.

The smile long gone and the Gatorade long swallowed between heavy gasps. Richie rolled onto his back on the pier and splayed his arms out like he was catching some rays.

“Stanley, carry me.”

“You’re the one who bitched about wanting to come, carry yourself,” Despite his words, Stan stopped stretching and moved to sit down beside Richie on the pier - wrinkling his nose at the bits of moss growing over it.

“I just wanted to spend time with my second favourite boys,” Richie smiled, squinting up at Eddie when he made a huffing noise.

“Second favourite?”

“Mhm.”

“Who’s your favourite, then?” Eddie crouched down beside them in a squat, but didn’t fancy sitting on the pier - the splintering wood didn’t look stable enough to carry his weight too.

“Georgie.”

Stan snorted at that, “You’re only saying that because he gave you the spare key to Bill’s house so you could pull that stupid April Fool’s prank on him.”

“It wasn’t stupid! It was genius.”

“Yeah, Rich,” Eddie said, “I’m sure no one’s ever thought about ripping all the labels off of the cans in someone’s pantry before. It’s almost as original as your material.”

“Fuck you! You love my bits-” He paused, “But you love Stan’s bits more, isn’t that right?”

Eddie looked at him without humour “What are you talking about?”

Richie didn’t answer and just waved it off. Stan knew all too well. Stan could read Richie like a book, as much as Richie tried to make himself seem complex - Stan had known him well enough to give Eddie a sly smile, “Eddie - I think Richie’s jealous.”

Eddie’s face brightened and he looked down at Richie - who just groaned and flopped back over so he was face down, “Trashmouth… are you jealous that me and Stan are having sex without you?”

“NO,” Richie said, defensively.

It clicked in Stan’s head and he couldn’t help himself when he burst into laughter - a rare enough occasion that made Richie sit up and share a confused look with Eddie, “What the hell’s tickling his pubes?”

“Richie… did-did you come running with us just so you could-” Another fit of laughter, “-join us in the shower?”

Eddie laughed too then, and Richie stumbled over his words, Eddie just waved his hand to cut him off, “Wait wait wait - are you fuckin’ serious? You were gonna go full fuckin’ Rocky on us just to get your rocks off?”

“Well…. I- STOP LAUGHING.” Richie punched Eddie lightly in the arm, “It proves my undying love for you.”

“It proves your undying horniness, you mean.”

“Oh, fuck off Stanley.”

Stan let his laughter fade out and he moved forward to press a soft kiss to the side of Richie’s mouth, “Three more laps.”

And with that, Stan and Eddie hoped up and fell back into their jog, leaving Richie to scramble himself off of the pier and try his best not to spit up a lung. Three more fuckin’ laps.

#streddie #*fic #THANK U MISS LORNA #wvattoleff

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(Third film. After “smells like teen spirit”. Back in Auradon. At Evie’s house. Mal’s in the kitchen making party food. Uma’s fighting a loosing battle with the swivel stool. And Celia’s sitting on the counter)

Celia: ok. I’ll bite. Why Harry. Out of all the idiots, all the boys, and Gil, that you could have chosen. Why Harry?

Uma: hm? Shit. Fuckin’. Crappy chair. What now

Mal: I can get you a proper chair if you like

Uma (slamming her palm down on the counter): I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY KITCHEN FURNISHINGS!!!! Ow

Mal: ok, dude. Say it. Don’t spray it.

Uma (sounding like Sideshow Bob): urgh. (Normal voice) What were you saying Ceels?

Celia: why. Harry.

Uma: he’s a good employee. Does what I say, when I say it, without argument

(Her sister and cousin look unconvinced)

Celia: you wanna tell or can I? Or if you’d prefer we can go full on Greek muse

Mal: ha. And let halfwit Harry be happy? Yeah, no, don’t think so

Uma: yeah I’m lost

Celia: toi, ma chère soeur, tu aimes le pirate

Uma: slander and blasphemy

Celia: well it’s true. Wether you like or not. You “wuv” him

Uma: you’re wrong. Mal, tell her she’s wrong

Mal: I can’t, I’m cooking. (She clears her throat) Coughshe’srightthoughcough

Uma: low blow. Even for you.

Celia: you know it. (She starts humming the “in a tree” song)

Uma: must she use that insipid song?

Mal: she’s your little sister. So yes.

Uma: I’m not, you know, with Harry

Mal: I am really not the one you should be talking to about this. If I had my way he’d be staring down the business end of a jet propeller.

Uma: yeah. You’re right. Got anymore booze?

Mal: open bar cuz, open bar.

Uma: thanks

(She reaches for a new bottle and promptly falls off the swivel stool)

Celia: HAHAHAHA!!!! Called it

Uma (popping up from the floor): I have to go

(She heads for the gazebo)

Mal: if I were you I’d go after her and knock her off the trail.

Celia: meaning you’d turn her away from Hook.

Mal: yep.

Celia: luckily for her, I’m not you.

(She gets off the counter and heads in Uma’s direction. Then she stops and turns around)

Celia: by the way. Where are Dizzy’s folks?

Mal (looking very uncomfortable): uhhhh (her eyes flit to the ceiling)...asleep...?

Celia: eh they deserve after the day they’ve had.

(Celia leaves Mal my long about Lamborghini’s, Doug’s shirt and throttling Evie, and goes to her sister)

Celia: hey

Uma (taking a swig of whiskey that empties half of the bottle): what?

Celia: just checking up on you

Uma: I’m not. It doesn’t exist.

Celia: yeah, yeah, I know. But if it worked

Uma: I am not like them. And you know I’m not. I’m (she takes another swig, emptying the bottle completely) independent

Celia: yeah the thing about they is well.

(This is when “miss independent” happens. After the song Mal poofs in)

Mal: Jay phoned. They’re just coming up to the house.

Celia: about time

Mal: oh and Uma, que pensez-vous de la livraison de Harry dans une boîte d'allumettes?

(Uma blanches and poofs to the front of the house. Mal bursts into cackles)

Celia: I hope you’ll still find it funny when you’re eating your meals through a straw.

Mal: ahh it’ll be worth it. C’mon kid

(They troop through the house and end up meeting Devie at the bottom of the stairs. Mal flings her arm over Celia’s eyes)

Mal: oh look. They’ve finally emerged from the nest (telepathically) Doug your buttons are disordered. Evie, my dear sister, you might wanna charge into your own clothes instead of Doug’s shirt

(They both look red faced and proceed to make the changes)

Mal: that’s better. (Verbally) lets go then

(Once outside they wait for the others. Jaylos, gilonnie and Jane walk up first)

Mal: where’s Ben. You said you found him

Jay: I also said I had a surprise for you

Jane: oh god tell me you didn’t

Gilonnie and Carlos: he did

Jane: fucking cats

Mal: cats? What about cats?

Jay: not cats. Ben.

Mal: uh-kay

Jay: 🎶come on out Ben🎶

(Ben poofs in. Mal promptly squeals in surprise)

Mal (euphorically, Unser her breath): it’s just like cats

Evie: ladies gentleman and pirates. I give you the acting queen of auradon

Mal: oh blow it out your ass sis or I’ll tell them about you’re last wardrobe choice

Evie: I’ll shut up

Lonnie: now that the king and his fiancé are safe. There’s something I’ve been waiting a year to do. You’re Uma yeah?

Uma: yeah

Lonnie: awesome

(She launches herself at Uma and tackles the sea witch to the ground)

Uma: what the fuck!

Lonnie: what’s your problem with Mal anyway? Huh? Is it that she’s more powerful then you? Or that she got away first? Oh don’t worry. I know what she did. And I don’t care. That’s who she was not who she is. But you did what she did. And you did worse. You were angry. And you lashed out at the first person you could. So how are you any different

Uma: get this crazy bitch offa me!

Mal: Lonnie! Lonnie, we’re cool now! So if could I uh hehe?

Lonnie: really? Well alright then.

Ben: got it all out of your system?

Lonnie: mostly. Might be some residual anger that’ll present itself at an inopportune time. But for now I’m ok.

Mal: cool. How about we get you a drink?

Lonnie: appletini?

Mal: more then doable. Let’s get you inside, Evie wipe that smirk off your face, and get you a nice appletini on the rocks yeah? (Lonnie nods) yeah...

(Mal and lonnie go in. Ben approaches Uma)

Ben: I’m sorry about her. She kinda got left out last year and today’s been awful for everyone concerned. She just snapped

Uma: don’t make allowances for her kid ok? I don’t make allowances for Harry

Carlos: no, of course not, you just let him get away with blue murder

Uma: don’t you have a genie to be cowering behind?

Carlos: not after the mirror, no. But I could repeat the process if you like? (Uma shuts up) good

(Jaylos go into the house. Uma turns around and looks at Jane who is not impressed)

Uma: hey, which one are you

Jane: I don’t want to talk to you. You enslaved my mother. And you boyfriend looked at me like I was food

(She follows jaylos into the house. Evie is tight lipped with barely contained glee)

Evie: today has been raining shower of crap but it’s gotten so much better in the last half hour

(Dizzy walks up to them followed by Hades, Elsa and the Hooks)

Dizzy: grandpa wouldn’t let jay keep Harry in a matchbox

Doug: awww honey, but you know what, there are mountains of cupcakes on the buffet table in the kitchen. Why don’t you go and show Celia?

Dizzy (turning to Celia): now you’re gonna see Wendy kinda magic I can do

(The two head inside)

Doug: I’m gonna head to the garage. You go inside, enjoy the party

Evie: meet me when you’re done?

Doug: goes without saying

(Devie leaves the patio, leaving Ben, Gil, Uma, Hades, Elsa and the Hooks)

Ben: I need to change, starting to feel chilly. Gil could I borrow some of your clothes? I’d poof but I knibda want time to think

Gil: sure

(The two brothers head inside)

Elsa: you haven’t lived until you’ve had my daughter cooking. And I’m starving so I shan’t keep you

Hades: I’ve heard only good things about my daughters cooking. So I’ll join you

Elsa: perfect(.)

(The two head inside)

Uma: tension much?

Cj: typical case of biological father vs adoptive mother both trying to assert their place in the child’s life

Harriet: huh?

Cj: pissing contest. You know what? You three head in. I just remembered something

(She heads to the garage where Doug’s pulling a motor engine in and out of a hole in the ground by a metal chain)

Cj: so you’re the half dwarf who grievously injured my brother

Doug: I stabbed Harry in the dick as he was trying to kill me. Also. It’s been a year. Get over it already.

Cj: a Hook doesn’t forget. Nor do they forgive.

Doug: you know there’s a subdivision of Eton here. I’m sure you’d be able to get a scholarship

Cj: hah. Boys club. And besides. When this is all over I’m going back home and doing away with my father.

Doug: yeah, sure, whatever. Now are you going to stand there gawking like a haddock or are you going to leave me to my own devices?

Cj: I should like to see what happens when the chain breaks or you’re strength gives up.

Doug: won’t break. Dwarven titanium. Magic.

Cj: I know what dwarven titanium is. I’m not as uneducated as the remaining plebs on the island

Doug: yeah. I know. I read your file. (He puts the engine down) I also know that you’re James Hook’s least favourite child. I know who your cousin is. And I know that you’re allergic to vinegar. Which is rather depressing since that’s the only readily available condiment on the island besides rock salt. Don’t mess with me kid. I’m the major-domo.

Cj: so you’re the hornbill to the maneless leonine. Alright then. If you’re do intelligent. Tell me. What goes through your mind when you’re face to face with the sister of the man you viciously attacked and left for dead?

Doug: of course he told you that. I don’t leave the numbskull for dead. Elsa, Merida and I delivered him to the ship and Uma revived him.

Cj: they wouldn’t lie. Not to

Doug: each other yes. But everyone else is fair game. Believe what you wanna believe. I’m going inside to make my kid a snack. I make a mean pb&j. Oh. And I’m not scared of you Miss Hook. I lived through my worst nightmare today so you’re of little to no consequence to me. And stay away from the cars. I’ll know if you don’t.

(He leaves her looking slightly shocked and runs into Mal on the patio bench. She’s holding a sandwich)

Mal: blt?

Doug: beef instead of bacon?

Mal: baloney. Fried on one side, salted on the other. Minced tinned tomatoes. Iceberg lettuce. I know my friends lunch orders.

Doug: you’re a marvel Mal

Mal: not really. I just cook when I’m nervous. Or bored. Or worrying. Or planning a party. Which in this case was all of the above.

Doug: ah. You covered (she hold up a beer bottle) naturally. Wanna sit

Mal: sure. I’ve been on my feet for most of the day

Doug: I’ve been thinking

Mal: yeah?

Doug: oh god this is gonna be difficult. I know you’ve made up your mind and Ben, Jay, everyone, won’t hold it against you if you choose not to. But I think it’s time

Mal: time for what?

Doug: to. Start helping

Mal: oh boy. Ok look. I get it. I do. I get it. But we tried. I tried. And came back with produce in my hair. We all did

Doug: that was six months ago. And besides. (He pulls her off the bench and has her face the window). Look. Vk and Ak. Somewhat peacefully. Coexisting. All because you kept a handle on things when everything else had gone crappy

Mal: eh. Though my cousins about to pelt my sister with apples. Hey jay? Could you? Thanks. What’re you suggesting bud?

Doug: start off with FaceTime. Say once a month Ben FaceTimes you when he goes to the island. And work your way up. It could work

Mal: my being rhere would grind everything to a halt. They’d be focused on me and not on Ben

Doug: true. But you have got to step up some more. You can’t hide behind the curtain forever

Mal: I know

Doug: come on

(This is when “collision of worlds” happens. After the song Mal turns to the party still going on inside)

Mal: I’ve been an ass haven’t I?

Doug: no, not an ass. Just yourself

Mal: somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better. I suppose I should go talk to him

Doug: you do that

Mal: before I forget. (She tackles him in a bear hug). Thank you. Now I’ll go.

(She poofs into Gils room where Ben is currently trying on a pair of aquamarine trousers with yellow braces)

Mal: you know if I had my way, that’d be all you’d have on

Ben: if you had your way, I’d still have the tattered bike pants on

Mal: touché. But why the 13th Doctor cosplay? And more to the point, why Gil’s 13th Doctor cosplay?

Ben: well I did just spend two hours traipsing through the forest, half naked, accompanied by, among others, your birth father and adoptive mother. So I feel like I should cover up a bit

Mal: fair is fair. Speaking of. A few questions. Who did it to you? Why did they do it? Can I kill them? And is it like my dragon form or is it a one and done deal?

Ben: my father, your birth mother and Chad. To get rid of me. Yes you can. And yes I can.

Gil: Harry ran his mouth and Ben switched and chased him for half a mile

Mal: he’s a moron. Oh and by the way. I sorry about the boys.

Gil: I know. I still don’t get why Adam did that

Ben: he’s a heartless up his own ass opportunistic bastard. That’s why

Mal: finally letting loose with the swears I see

Gil: “bastard” is nothing. My baby brother right here gave Adam the mother father uncle and aunt of all call outs. He even used the “count without the O” word

Mal: I’m impressed

Gil: it was amazing. I’m so proud

Ben: shoulders buddy, shoulders

Gil: right, sorry, my bad

Mal: before I forget. I made an omelette station downstairs. And a smoothie bar.

Gil: see ya!

(He rushes downstairs leaving bal alone)

Mal: so I’ve been thinking about the wedding

Ben (putting the coat on): yeah?

Mal: mhmm. I’m guessing we have to have it in the cathedral cause yknow, royalty, but we can still plan the reception yeah?

Ben: correct? What were you thinking

(Mal clicks her left hand and brings her arm down, shifting them to a new location in the process)

Mal: were you there your post coronation rave. Bookends and all that

Ben: oooh I like it

Mal: I’ve even thought of the song for our dance

Ben: I think I know where you’re going with this and I love it. And I’m in a tux. (He feels the top hat) with bunny ears. Huh

Mal: from my dream last night so was this

(She now has the purple Aurora dress on)

Ben (impressed): wow

Mal: not to fancy. But not too modern. And I’m wearing flats so stent dwarfed in comparison by me

Ben: well I could always activate my beast paws.

Mal: might give your mother a heart attack

Ben: true. True

Mal: well then your highness. Shall we practice?

Ben: yes we shall

(This is when “at the beginning” happens. After the song the school exterior melts back into the spare room. Mal’s eyes flash fuchsia and she collapses into Ben’s arms)

Ben: woah! You alright?

Mal: yeah. I just gotta talk to my father

(She switches back into her previous outfit and trots back downstairs where Evie’s hosting a singalong. This is when “better when I’m dancing” happens. After the song she walks outside)

Mal: dad I need a word. You too Uma. You’ll want to see this. (Once they’ve sat down she hands a scrap of paper to hades). Does this mean anything to you?

Hades (Jesse L Martin): “when the day becomes the night...no time for tea...before my final rhyme...return home....turn back the hands of...”. It’s one of the Cheshire cats forsaken riddles. Why do you ask?

Mal: I was talking to Ben just now and everything turned dark fuchsia for a sec, like when my eyes when I use magic, and I heard Doctor Facillier say that in my head. It’s not a prophecy is it?

Hades: no. The last prophecy I remember hearing was the Fates telling me I’d rule the cosmos. Followed by Herc beating me. Why would you think it’s a prophecy?

Mal: uhhhh

Uma: no. NO! YOU DO NOT GET THAT AS WELL AS EVERYTHING ELSE! I REFUSE TO LET THAT HAPPEN

Hades: I’m afraid I’m not following

Mal: I’ve got all the hallmarks. Powerful parents. Double heritage. Annoying brother. Really it should be Ben though. Or you cuz

Uma: really? Me?

Mal: yah. You’re much better qualified

Hades: haha. It’s funny. You’ve spent so much time trying to kill her. And she still think you’re better than her

Uma: what’s your point?

Hades (smiling smugly, he’s eyes glowing bright yellow): be very careful about who you piss off my dear

Uma: don’t test me uncle

Hades: and don’t test ME niece

Mal: >snickers<. Sorry. Anyway. So rhere really isn’t a prophecy built around me?

Hades: nope. not even close

The cousins: oh thank god

Hades: would it really be so bad if it were though?

Mal: most likely yes

Uma: she doesn’t even have the cajones necessary to get kids off the island. Why would she be so sort of cliched chosen one

Mal: HEY! You know why I don’t go. I told you why I don’t go. My reasons are my reasons. And you don’t get to say anything to me after the crap you’ve pulled to one up me when I personally couldn’t care less

Uma (oh so very smug): face it cousin. I’ve got moral high ground in this one

Mal: and you had face it “cousin”, that you have a thing for my brother

Uma: not really no seeing as I hate him and he’s only into guys...

Mal: not the fun one. The rat one

Uma (experiencing face freeze): huh?

Mal: well Harry’s my brother and you’re my second cousin which means he’s also your second cousin. And if I read the signals right possibly your almost stepbrother

Uma: I’m gonna kill you

Hades: no you won’t niece. It doesn’t matter. You knew him long before your father and I -ahem- “joined” together and your Olympian dna only counts the parents with said dna. You’re not related to my second son, Uma. And I have absolutely no intention at all of claiming you as my adoptive daughter. So, to use the modern turn of phrase, you’re golden. Is that better

Uma: sort of

Mal (at the same time as Uma): dammit.

Hades: good. Now that that’s all settled. Shall we rejoin the party?

Uma: in a minute

Hades: oh Kronos what is it now?

Uma: did you bring me out here just to say that Harry’s my cousin? Or to talk about the prophecy that isn’t?

Mal: first one. But you pressed my buttons so I wanted to throw you from your comfort zone

Uma (nodding): alright. I respect that. HOWEVER! Don’t look at me like that dragonhide. However. The fact remains you’ve gotta grow a pair and get out there. Your own feelings be damned. It’s not about you

Mal: When has it ever been about me?

Uma: butterfinger boy’s made his whole vendetta about you lousing up his home

Mal: thank you Uma, thanks for the help

Hades: ooh. I know what to do

Mal: smite Harry and save us from his unneeded existence?

Hades: no. You need a pep talk

Mal: no. Please don’t

Uma: actually. I wanna hear what he has to say

Hades: thank you Uma. But you probably won’t like what I have to say

(This is when “who I am” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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daggerzine · 5 years ago

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GONERFEST 16: 9/26/19- 9/29/19, Memphis, TN (all photos by Slim Hiney unless otherwise noted...the good ones were by other people).

Why did it take me so long to get my ass down to Memphis and attend Goner Fest? I have no idea. The last few years my pal and I went out to Cropped Out in Louisville, KY and since that wasn’t happening this year we decided to do Goner Fest and that, my friends, turned out to be a great decision.

We got lucky with a cool air bnb in a midtown spot right n the middle of all the action (walking distance to one of the venues).

We missed The Limes at the opening ceremony at the gazebo (spittin’distance from Goner Records who, of course, are the fine folks who put this festival together……we made two trips to Goner to record shop, most excellent shop! Killer selection and friendly, helpful staff).

Thursday night at the Hi-Tone started with between band DJs Anthony Bedard and Mitch Cardwell revving the crowd up. Minneapolis’ Green/Blue, a band made up of folks from top-notch bands like The Soviettes and The Blind Shake, got the party started and their energy jolted me out of my sickness (my scratchy throat had just started…it was to get worse over the weekend).

Green/ Blue

Madison, WI’s, The Hussy, who have a new record out on Dirtnap, blazed through a set of hi-nrg tunes and were certainly having fun doing it. I met head Hussy Bobby later in the night and he was a most righteous chap.

Sweet Knives were up next and this band features Memphis legend Alicija Trout who’s got lots of charisma. Not my favorite band of the festival or anything but did enjoy most of it.

Louisiana’s Trampoline Team very well may have been my favorite band of the festival. A chant/ jitter punk growl that sounded like the same song over and over. A totally freaking GREAT song so even if it was the same song I sure didn't mind. Don’t miss these folks if they blow through your town.

Trampoline Team

Canada’s early 70’s psych band Simply Saucer (featuring Cleveland legend Craig Bell) bored me….well at least for the first half of the set then really turned it on and the 2nd half of the set and burned.

At 1:00 AM I was still standing upright and thank god ‘cos the King Brothers took the stage and proceeded to ….well, dump a garbage can full of all kinds of muck all over the unsuspecting show goers (or maybe they were suspecting). They growled and grunted their way through set with the singer mostly in the crowd standing on hands and shoulders. These guys were insane.

King Brothers insanity

Friday 9/27/19

Of the afternoon bands at Memphis Made Brewery the ones I really enjoyed were New Zealand’s Vincent HL (Crazy Horse meets VU said I), Tucson’s Lenguas Largas (a few folks from Resonars) dripped and oozed rock and roll blood. Kelley Sanderson, who used to be in Those Darlin’s (a DAGGER fave) played a nice folksy solo set.

Vincent H.L.

Kelley Anderson

Back at the Hi-Tone on Friday night the DJs were Siltbreeze’s Tom Lax and Feeding Tube Records’ Byron Coley a few guys who know a thing or two about music. Good music.

We missed Mall Walker but caught Richard Papiercuts et Les Inspecteurs and I think I like the recordings a bit more than seeing them on stage. His Scott Walker meets Joy Division sound is certainly unique but again, gimme the records.

Paul Caporino has been doing the M.O.T.O. (Masters of the Obvious) machine for many years with a hundred hit songs and they played my fave “Dick About It.” Lots a energy and hooks and rapid fire tunes.

Good-natured Aussie folks Thigh Master delighted the crowd with their wiry n’ wired pop sounds and they were among my faves (excellent, new record out on Goner).

Thigh Master

The last time I saw Nots, was when they blew through Denver about 4 or 5 years ago as a quartet but think they’ve been a trio for quite some time and certainly delivered on this night with 30 minutes of pure RAWK (new rekkid out on Goner as well).

Nots (photo by Dizzy Dean)

Headliners on this night was Oblivians (the band featuring Eric from Goner) and hey, having Quintron on keyboards was like getting extra whipped cream on your ice cream. Another one of my favorite sets at Goner as these gents barely had 4 walls and a ceiling left by set’s end.

Saturday 9/28/19

Of the afternoon bands on Saturday the ones that converted me were the high energy of Opossums and New Zealand’s two-piece Na Noise (featuring one of the gals from Vincent HL) who plunked out a clutch of excellent songs. What can I say, I’m a convert. Canadian punk band Priors seemed like they came to do two thinks, drink beer and play some great punk rock and succeeded in both (singer was a total character) while the Dixie Dicks gay take on country was hee-larious and loads of fun.

Tucson’s Resonars have been a fave of mine for a long while and they did not disappoint at all. Leader Matt Rendon has too many good songs to count and played many of them on this night while closing out the afternoon gig was Oblivions/Reigning Sound’s Greg Cartwright & the Tip Tops doing a lovely set of gravelly/soulful tunes. Still love his vocals.

Resonars

Greg Cartwright & the Tip Tops

Priors (photo by Dizzy Dean)

Back to the Hi-Tone for Saturday night and the DJs were The Mummies’ Russell Quan and Bazooka Joe (Slovenly Records) and these cats had a bonafide dance party going on!

DJs Russell Quan and Bazooka Joe

We only caught the last tune or two by Teardrop City (featuring Laurie Stirrat) but got front and center for Australia’s Parsnip and while I like their new record (out now on Trouble in Mind) the live set was even better. Lots o’ energy, charisma and fun, catchy songs.

Not sure why I expected to not like Giorgio Murderer in a live setting but really liked their set. Two guys on synths and a drum machine (at least from where I could see in the back of the club).

Memphis faves Hash Redactor drilled holes with guitars all night (the band also featured 2 Nots and one Ex Cult) and it was another one of my fave sets. Do not miss if they fall into your town.

Tommy and the Commies hail from the great white north and brought their mod fun down for a quick but catchy set while the kings of budget rock, The Mummies hit the stage at 1:00am (with a short film beforehand) and played all the hits (including their cover of Devo’s “Uncontrollable Urge”). What a night.

The Mummies (pretty sure Rob Yazzie took this photo)

Sunday 9/29/19

Closing ceremonies in the sun was a nice way to end the festival with the Sharde Thomas & the Rising Star Fife & Drum Band who had the crowd raising their hands and shaking their feet.

Gonerfest is a top notch Grade A. Eric , Zac and their team put on an excellent festival and the folks who attend really love and appreciate it (ie: no dicks at all, everyone was cool). I got my ass out there this year so next year it’s your turn (and I plan on being there as well).

....a few more pics

Lenguas Largas

Back shot of Greg Cartwright & the Tip Tops

NA Noise

Opossums

The Mummies (I believe this was snapped by Bobby Hussy......great shot!)

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dontdoitluke · 5 years ago

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We Could Be Heroes - Ch 3

Sky High AU, but instead, it’s a superhero University.

Summary: It’s the weekend, and the gang decides to have a movie night. Luke brings one (1) string cheese, something mildly catastrophic happens, and Michael becomes a mother.

Chapter: 3/?

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Word Count: 2,662

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It had been about a month into the semester and the Pablo’s group had grown to be close friends, even Jenna and Luke, who continued to attack each other on a daily basis. Movie night had also become a regular thing for them; they would all meet up on Saturday night in one of their dorms with snacks and drinks and pick a movie on one of their streaming accounts. Tonight, movie night was held in Michael’s dorm.

Michelle was the first one to arrive. It was an unspoken rule that whenever it was just Michelle and Michael, they communicated telepathically due to Michael’s inability to turn off his power, so instead of knocking, she directed her thoughts at him to let him know she was here. He opened the door with a smile and ushered her inside.

“You can put that stuff on my desk,” Michael thought, and moved his laptop and books to the side. Michelle sat the bag down on the clear spot and smiled. “I hope you like Takis, because that’s what I brought.”

“I’ve never had them, but I’m sure I’ll love them. Any idea when the rest of the nerds are going to get here?” Michael wondered. Michelle kicked her shoes off by the door and hummed in thought, pulling her long hair off of her neck and wrapping it into a bun at the top of her head. “I haven’t heard much. Val is currently trying to devise a plan to get Calum to carry her over in his stomach, I’m assuming Ally and Emma are still at the store, I can hear them mentally complaining about the price of gas station candy, Jen just texted me to let me know she’s on her way, and Carly is...right outside.”

Sure enough, a soft knock at the door confirmed that Carly was indeed right outside. Michael opened the door to let her in, greeted her, and pointed to the desk for her to put her things down.

“I brought homemade Sangria!” She sang, proudly pulling a half gallon jug out of her backpack and swirling the red wine and fruit around. “I may end up drinking all of this myself, not gonna lie.”

Before Michelle could threaten to banish Carly from movie night for not sharing, Luke, Ashton, and Jenna entered the room, followed by another girl, one that Michael, Michelle, and Carly had never met.

“I found a stray, I hope it’s alright that I brought her,” Jenna said, moving to stand next to the girl. “This is Viv, she’s in my combat training class, and she’s an absolute badass.”

“Geez, you’re gonna make me blush, stop it,” Viv covered her face and laughed. “I just...use a lot of dirty tricks and dodging.”

“They’re unexpected methods. That’s smart,” Michael gushed, throwing a black bedsheet over his futon. “Ally and Emma are here, can one of you guys open the door?”

Luke turned the knob and swung the door open just as Emma went to knock; she ended up knocking on Luke’s chest instead.

“Woah, now, I’ve had girls try to get into my heart in many different ways, but politely knocking is a new one.”

Michelle and Jenna gagged and shoved Luke out of the way to let Emma and Ally through while Ashton quietly started arranging the snacks and drinks on the desk. Ally joined him and opened her bag, setting out the candies she’d bought and multiplied.

“You’re quiet today, more than usual, I mean. Is everything okay, Ash?” she asked quietly so as not to draw attention from the rest of the group, or the ones that don’t have supersonic hearing, anyway.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

Ashton turned and looked down at Ally, furrowing his brows in anger and growled, “Oh, so you’re gonna tell me what I am, now? You’re gonna ask me if I’m okay, then call me a liar?”

Unphased by the outburst, she nodded once. “Yes. I am. I know an automatic answer when I hear it.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again and inhaled deeply, clenched his jaw, and turned back to the desk, fiddling with one of the bags of chips that Michelle brought.

“I’ll...be okay. I’m just aggravated today, is all. Some personal issues about my power. I don’t really want to talk about it right now. But maybe later, when we don’t about to have a room full of people. Okay?”

“Okay.” Ally placed her hand on top of Ashton’s and squeezed gently, hoping to calm him down a little more. She learned pretty quickly that he had a hard time controlling his temper; he almost brought down the gazebo in the university courtyard with a spastic earthquake simply because one of the third years accidentally stepped on his heel.

“Don’t keep things bottled up for too long, though.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So, is this everything?”

“I think so.”

“Yeah, I brought some paper plates too, just in case.”

“Wait, Luke, what did you bring?”

Luke hesitated a moment before patting and searching his pockets. He made a happy sound in the back of his throat when he found what he was looking for in the pocket of his S.A.V.E.U. hoodie, reached in, and pulled out a single stick of string cheese.

“Luke, what the fuck?”

“Hey, I didn’t get the chance to go buy something. Besides, Ally can just make more, right?”

Ally scoffed and crossed her arms. “You think you can just use me and my power like that? Is that all you think I’m good for? How dare you treat me like-you know what, fuck yeah, I love string cheese, gimme that.”

She snatched the packaged cheese out of his hand and moved to the table to get to work on duplicating the snack while the rest of the group howled with laughter, all except Michael who was near tears and desperately trying to fuse his headphones to his ears.

“I’m going to kick every last one of you out if you don’t learn to turn down the volume.”

Calum bit his lip and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Shit, Mike. Sorry, we keep forgetting, you’re usually okay with it if you have the plugs in, too.”

“Yeah, but we usually aren’t in small spaces like this, either. The last few movie nights we had were bad, too.”

“Man...and you haven’t made any progress with it? Dulling the sound, I mean?”

Michael shook his head sadly and turned to the TV to set up his cables. “It’s whatever. Can we move on, now?” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So, let me get this straight...you can tie and untie shoelaces.”

“Yep.”

“But not like, other kinds of rope.”

“Nope.”

“Just...just shoelaces.”

“Yep.”

Viv popped a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth and shrugged. “I’m not mad about it, though. It’s completely useless and I like it that way. I don’t want to have an extravagant power.”

Luke tossed back the rest of the sangria in his cup and hummed. “I could see how that could be useful, like, if someone is robbing a bank and you-”

“Don’t give my power any kind of usefulness!” Viv giggled and shook her head. “I really do like having a useless power. It means I won’t be volunteered to do things I don’t want to do.”

“God, that’s such a mood,” Val sighed.

“What about your power, Ally?” Viv tilted her head. “What else can you duplicate? Aside from food, I mean.”

Ally hummed and chewed thoughtfully on a piece of chocolate. “I haven’t really thought about it. I mean I know I can do inanimate objects. And I can do plants. That’s really useful on Valentine's Day. I think I can duplicate anything as long as it isn’t too big. I tried making another bicycle once...that didn’t turn out well.”

“What about people?”

“Hm?”

“Can you clone people?”

“You know, I’ve never thought about it, and I’ve never tried it. I don’t think I can.”

“I’d clone myself a Calum that would actually be willing to swallow me,” Val chirped, and Calum groaned in disgusted response. “Please stop, I’m not gonna fucking eat you.”

“Eating implies digesting. I just wanna hang out in your gut for a little bit.”

“Jesus...”

Viv shrugged. “Could always try it now.”

Ally snorted into her cup and coughed. “You’ve gotta be kidding!”

“I mean how else are you gonna know if you can clone people if you don’t try it?”

“Uh, I don’t think it’s such a good idea, and I’m usually all for bad ideas,” Luke squeaked. “I mean, it’s a person we’re talking about.”

“For once, I actually have to agree with Luke,” Jenna balled up an empty chip bag and threw it into the waste basket. “It’s one thing to test your power out on, like, a rock or something, it’s another to test it on a person.”

“You test your power out on me all the time, Nerf Gun.”

“You’re not a person in my eyes, Fluke.”

“Guys, shh, Michael is sleeping, please don’t wake him,” Skyler whispered. Sure enough, Michael was curled up in the corner of his bed with a pillow over his head. “Poor thing barely gets enough sleep as it is.”

“Test it on Michael. He’s asleep, he won’t notice,” Ashton mumbled.

“I can’t do that!” Ally sputtered. “First of all, that’s just rude, second-”

“For real, what’s the worst that could happen? What happened with your failed duplicates?”

“The duplicate just came out deformed. But Michael is a living person, he could get hurt.”

“He could also end up okay.”

"Jesus, fine!” Ally hissed and stood up, storming over to Michael’s sleeping form and thrust her hands out in front of her, placing them on his hip. She stood there for a moment in silence, the rest of the group watched anxiously for something to happen.

“Is it...uh...”

“I’m trying.”

A few seconds passed and not a word was spoken and everyone began to fidget nervously.

Carly stood and took a few slow steps toward Ally and placed her hand on her shoulder. “Okay, so it doesn’t work and Michael is okay, let’s go back...to...uh, you’re burning up...are you-”

“I-I can’t...move...it hurts...”

Viv jumped up and rushed to Ally and Carly. She grabbed a hold of one of Ally’s arms and attempted to pull her away from Michael, but she wouldn’t move. It was as if she was made of stone and fused to the ground.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you to do this!”

“I can’t...I can’t stop. H-help!”

Calum, Val, Luke, and Michelle also stood and began to try to pull Ally’s hands away. Ashton sat, frozen in place and eyes wide, brimming with tears. “My fault...it’s my fault...”

Emma grabbed his face in her hands and forced him to look away from the group trying to pull Ally away from Michael. “Hey, hey, calm down, this isn’t your fault, you and Viv made a suggestion but Ally made the decision, it’s no one's fault and it’s definitely not yours, it-Ashton, no, look at me! You’re making the walls shake again, you need to breathe.”

Even with the combined cacophony of the friends struggling to stop Ally and the brick walls vibrating, Michael was still seemingly asleep. Michelle ripped the pillow off of his head to check his breathing.

“Michael’s okay, Ally. Please, try to focus, you need to focus!”

Ally shut her eyes tightly and sobbed, desperately trying to pull herself away from his body.

“Let me try something!” Skyler stepped to the side and put her hand on Michael next to Ally’s and conjured a forcefield, wedging it into the spot where they were connected. Almost instantaneously, Ally’s hand disconnected from Michael’s hip and she fell backwards into Michelle and Luke. Michael sat up and glared at Ally angrily.

“What the fuck were you just trying to do to me? I couldn’t fucking move, or talk, or anything!”

Panting softly, Ally hung her head. “I-I was...I’m sorry, I-”

“It was my fault,” Viv cut her off. “I suggested that she try duplicating a person, and-”

“And you guys decided that I was the best candidate?”

Ashton made a pained noise in the back of his throat and wiped the tears off of his cheeks. “No, I did. I’m so sorry Mike.”

Michael looked at every person in the room before sighing and rubbing his eyes. “It’s...it’s okay. I’m okay. Are you okay, Ally?”

She slowly nodded, sniffling softly.

“Just don’t ever do that shit again.”

“Guys...”

Michael moved to help Ally off of the floor and used his sleeve to wipe tears off of her cheeks.

“Hey, guys?”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Michael?” Calum asked softly.

“Guys!”

“What, Luke?!”

“What the fuck is that?”

The group turned to look under the desk where Luke was pointing. Next to Michael’s backpack was a fleshy pulsating mound about the size and shape of a crudely made rag doll.

“Is Emma trying to prank us again?”

“I’m right here, you dick.”

“Then what is that thing?!”

The fleshy doll-like thing began to take an even more coherent shape, its tiny stub arms began to grow hands and its head began to grow ears. A slit in its face opened up to form a mouth, and two different sized slits opened and a pair of eyes the exact same color as Michael’s peeped back at the group. No one said a word, and no one moved. The tiny being stood on its little feet and took a couple of steps toward Michael and looked up, twisting its little mouth into what could be perceived as a smile, and spoke in a scratchy, throaty voice.

“Mmmahh, mmmm-Mickey!”

Luke jumped backward and let out such a high-pitched scream that the window and the TV screen cracked, and a mug on Michael’s desk broke cleanly in half.

“What the fuck, what the actual fuck??”

“Is that...Michael’s duplicate?” Emma whispered.

The alien-like being swayed back and forth with the weight of its head and blew raspberries at Michael. “Mickey! Am Mickey!”

Michael stood frozen, staring down at his clone with a horrified expression. “He...hello to you, too, Mickey...”

Mickey squealed with happiness and lifted its little arms.

“I think he wants you to pick him up.”

“I...o-okay...”

Michael shakily bent and took hold of Mickey and lifted him in his hands, holding him as far away from his body as he could.

“Gross...what does he feel like?”

“He feels like a...kinda like a newborn baby. Which I guess...that’s what he is, right?”

Ally had backed herself into a corner and rubbed her temples. She couldn’t believe she had actually cloned a person. It was a failed person, but it was still a person, and it sent a million thoughts running through her head. Michael slowly got used to holding Mickey; he sat on the edge of his bed and placed the little clone on his knee, turning his head and inspecting his different sized eyes and ears, his little fingerless hands, his crooked little smile. After the initial shock faded away, Michael even thought that he was kind of cute.

“So how do we get rid of it?”

Michael snapped his head up and glared at Luke. “You will do no such thing.”

Luke scoffed and cringed at Mickey. “But...it’s hideous.”

“So are you, but your mom didn’t get rid of you when you were born.”

“Oh, so now you’re it’s mom?”

Michael took a long look at Mickey, who was currently sucking on one of his hands and looking all around the room and smiling at each student.

“Yeah. I am.”

Ashton giggled for the first time in a while. “So that makes Ally his dad.”

Calum sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He just wanted to have one normal movie night. Just one. Without any clone babies or Val begging him to swallow her. Was that too much to ask?

#HERE IT IS #CHAPTER THREEEEEEE #INTRODUCING VIV AND MICKEY #I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT #wcbh #5sos #5 seconds of summer

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crownedbyluke · 6 years ago

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Long Road Ahead (Chapter Three)

Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?

Word Count: 3,900

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two}

A quiet thud woke me up. Just as I was opening my eyes and sitting up, I saw Ashton sneaking out of my room. A small groan left my mouth, worried about what I would find on my bedside table. There was a small tray with yogurt and fruit and a note on it.

Morning Essie. You, me, Luke at the city garden today. Bring your camera. Wear some sneakers. Oh and do that thing with your hair again, you looked gorgeous yesterday. Love you. Hurry up and get ready. -Ash

I laughed at the message before getting out of bed. I ate the food Ashton had left me quick and then jumped in the shower. It took me a little while to get ready, but once I pulled on the gray tied top, khaki green shorts, and blow dried my hair, I knew it was going to be a good day. After braiding my hair into a ponytail and putting on foundation, I grabbed my backpack and camera.

“Good morning little dove,” Luke said as I rounded the corner to the living room.

“Good morning giraffe,” I said, taking in the blue skinny jeans and white tank top he had on.

His curls were down with a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head. To say he looked good would be an understatement.

“You look beautiful as always,” he said, giving me a smile.

“Why thank you. How was last night?” I asked, walking with him into the living room.

“Good. Cal got a little too drunk and I guess Mikey and Crystal didn’t come back till late so they’re all going to forest park later,” he said, explaining why I didn’t seem to find anyone else about.

“And you?” I asked, still curious about his night.

“I only had one drink, danced a little bit, then I brought a drunk Cal and a fairly tipsy Ash back here,” he said, with a shrug.

I knew I had no right to be asking because Luke wasn’t mine, he was free to do whatever he wanted, but it was like my mouth was moving on its own.

“No wild sex with a random girl?” I asked, slapping my hand over my mouth after the words left my mouth.

Luke stared at me with wide eyes. Neither of us had expected me to ask such a question. I stared at him with my own wide eyes.

“Luke, I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Estelle, why are you asking in the first place?” he asked, eyes still wide.

My heart pounded in my ears as I looked at him, my hand seeming to burn as I kept touching Luke. My mouth was dry and all the words I wanted to say were gone. I was about to say something when Ashton bounded into the living room.

“Mornin’ Essie! You two ready?” he asked, giving me a hug.

“Yep,” Luke said, his eyes still on me and his tone clipped.

As we walked out, I could feel Luke’s eyes on me. Usually, I didn’t mind Luke’s stare, but the situation made it uncomfortable. Guilt came over me as we drove to the park. I had been trying to keep that thought in my head, but it came out anyways. I knew that Luke hadn’t done anything last night, but even if he had, it wasn’t my business. I knew Ashton could feel the tension between me and Luke and I felt bad about ruining the mood for the day.

“Okay. What the hell is up with you two?” Ashton asked, parking the car.

I met Luke’s eyes in the mirror, the hurt and confusion causing a storm in his ocean eyes.

“I said something I shouldn’t have,” I said, looking away from him, unable to see him like this.

“Okay and?” Ashton continued.

“It was stupid and I apologized, and Luke has every right to be upset with me,” I said, looking out the window.

Luke’s silence cut through me like a knife. I hated that I hurt him with something that I didn’t mean to say.

“It’s fine Estelle,” Luke said, still not looking at me.

“Lu, I didn’t mean it. I swear. It slipped out and you-”

“Estelle, I said it was fine,” he repeated, cutting me off..

Ashton was glancing between us, lip between his teeth, a telltale sign that he was nervous.

“Okay,” I said quietly, looking back out the window.

“Let’s go,” Ashton said, breaking the small moment of silence.

I hopped out of the car, a gasp leaving my mouth at the sight in front of me. There were flowers, ponds, and bridges everywhere along with lattices and gazebos. Between the yellow marigolds, the purple cornflowers, and white peonies, my eyes couldn’t seem to focus on one thing at a time. I saw the bunny sculptures over the entrance gate and they took my breath away. There were trees touching the sky and the water seemed to be clear to the bottom.

“Yeah Essie?” Ashton teased, laughing at me.

“How are you not in awe of how beautiful this place is?” I asked, looking over at him.

“We looked at pictures,” Luke said next to me with a shrug.

“You know what this means now, Luke?” Ashton asked, looking over my head at Luke.

“Tell me Ash,” he responded, a hint of confusion in his tone.

“We just became models for this one,” Ashton said making me laugh when he pointed at me like I couldn’t see.

“Get moving. There are pictures to be taken!” I said, both of them laughing before walking into the garden.

➢➢➢

“No, on the rock Luke,” I said, pointing at the rock behind him.

He moved, taking his sunglasses off and pushing his hair back. I snapped a few pictures before really looking at him. My breath hitched a little when he looked up at the sky. The sun was hitting his skin perfectly, making him look tanner than he was and his curls even more golden. He was extremely handsome. I brought my camera back up and took a few more pictures of him, wanting to remember this moment.

“Your fondness is showing,” Ashton whispered after I gave Luke the okay to move.

I felt myself blush as Luke walked back over to us.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said giving him a smile.

Ashton had figured out how I felt about Luke right away. He had urged me to tell Luke, but after arguing about it for an hour, he gave up. He still made comments about it to me, but he wouldn’t push me to tell Luke.

“Can I take the camera for a minute, Es?” Luke asked once he joined us.

I was a little confused by his request, but still handed the camera over.

“See the arch with the cobblestone over there?” he asked, nodding for me to look in the same direction.

I nodded, smiling at the view. It was something I always loved looking at because of how simple it was. It made me think about cheesy romantic comedies and kissing under the mistletoe at Christmas time.

“Go sit underneath it,” he instructed smiling at me.

I rolled my eyes, but listened anyways. After I tucked my legs underneath me, I looked up at Luke. He was crouched a couple feet away and the moment our eyes met, I heard the click of the camera. I posed a little until the sun started shining down on him again. The Greek God look worked so well for him. I felt my pulse quicken as I kept looking at him, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth. My brain started drifting off without my permission. I still heard the clicking of the camera though. A blush started coming over my cheeks as my brain continued going down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts involving Luke.

“Es? You okay?” he asked, standing up.

I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that I had been staring at him for at least a minute.

“Yeah. Just a little hot under the sun,” I lied, dusting off the back of my shorts.

Luke continued staring at me as he walked to join me under the arch. He handed me the camera, our fingers brushing slightly. It felt like I couldn’t breathe while he was in front of me. It was like I was out of control of my body. It crossed my mind that we looked like a couple in this moment and that thought alone was hard to ignore.

“Guys, there’s a fountain up here!” Ashton called, saving me from pulling Luke down to meet me.

Neither of us moved though, an electricity running in the air between us.

“Lu, we should go join him,” I whispered, unsure of my own voice.

Our eyes met, the spark happening yet again. Most of me wanted him to just bend down and kiss me. The smaller part of me knew I should walk away. Part of my bangs fell into my face and before I could push it back, Luke reached out, tucking the hair behind my ear. His hand stayed against my cheek, the tension between us building with the skin on skin contact.

“Little dove,” he said quietly, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard.

All I was thinking about how close we were. My eyes drifted down to his lips for a second, just catching him lick them. I heard myself gasp a little at the action. I was on the brink of leaning up to meet him.

“Hey! You two! Fountain,” Ashton said, running back over to us.

Luke dropped his hand instantly like my skin had burnt him. The tension was mostly gone, but when our eyes met for a second, I felt the leftover tension instantly. We followed Ashton towards the fountain, none of us saying anything. The fountain was beautiful, the intricate architecture making it look more like a sculpture than a fountain.

“Ash, go walk on the ledge for me,” I said, shaking my head to get the remaining thoughts about Luke out.

Ashton pretended like he was walking on a tightrope. I snapped a bunch of pictures of him before Luke ran up to him. They shared a look before Ashton jumped onto Luke’s back. I laughed, the last bits of tension leaving my body. I took a few more pictures before putting my camera down. An arrangement of bright orange flowers caught my eye, taking me away from the boys. I took a couple close up shots of them, watching as a bee landed on one. A smile came across my face as I took another picture.

“Essie,” Ashton said in my ear, making me jump.

“Yes Ash?” I asked, turning around to face him.

“What was going on with you and Luke?” he asked, leading me down the small path with the orange flowers and sunflowers along the side of it.

“No idea,” I said, looking over at him.

“It looked like you two were about to jump each other’s bones,” he teased.

I lightly pushed him, laughing a bit.

“Luke isn’t into me that way,” I said, brushing it away with a wave of a hand.

“You should talk to him,” Ashton said, his tone a little condescending.

“There’s nothing to talk about Ash. What are we having for lunch?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Not sure. We could go to the farmer’s market and cook,” he suggested.

“I’m in. Where’s Lu?” I asked, realizing that I hadn’t seen the curly-headed boy in a while.

“He got a cab back because he wanted to do a little shopping, but didn’t bring his wallet with him,” Ashton said, rolling his eyes.

“What a dork. Well, shall we?” I asked, looking up at him.

“We shall my lady,” he joked, offering me his arm.

I laughed, but accepted it, making it so we were walking arm-in-arm out of the garden.

➢➢➢

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Calum asked when he came into the kitchen.

“I’m making chicken alfredo with honey glazed carrots,” I said, stirring the alfredo sauce.

“Yum. So how was the city garden?” he asked, sitting at one of the barstools by the counter.

“Good. I almost filled my SD card. How was forest park?,” I laughed, pulling out the biscuits Ashton made.

“Really cool. Good job on nearly filling the SD card though. I hope all the pictures turned out well. So, everything good with Luke?” he asked, trailing off a little.

My brain instantly went to him hinting at what happened in the arch at the garden. My palms started sweating and my heartbeat started to speed up.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked, trying to pretend like I wasn’t freaking out.

“He mentioned that you two had a bit of an argument last night,” he stated casually.

“Oh yeah. We’re okay,” I said, relief washing over me.

“That’s good. Listen Es, about yesterday. I overstepped completely and I’m sorry that I thought it would be okay to do that and especially in public,” Calum said, taking me by surprise.

I turned around to look at him, finding an apologetic expression on his face.

“It’s okay Cal. I just, I want you to know that what happened between us, it was just a bit of fun at the time. It won’t happen again though,” I said, putting my hands on the counter in an attempt to ground myself for this conversation.

“I know. I won’t ever come onto you like that again,” he said, extending his hand to me.

We shook on it, which alone made me laugh. I turned back to the food, stirring the sauce and noodles.

“Okay so I’m gonna go check on some stuff for the drive tomorrow. Happy cooking Es!” he said before leaving the kitchen.

Without anyone there, my mind wandered to the daydreaming I usually did on my own. A song drifted through the thoughts, causing me to start humming the tune of “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts. It was one of the many songs that made me think about Luke, the lyrics always seeming to fit how I felt about him in any situation.

“Hey there little dove,” Luke said from behind me, snapping me out of my daydreams.

“Hi Lu,” I said, turning off the burner for the noodles.

“Want any help?” he asked while I strained the noodles.

“Yeah. Can you grab a pan and put the cut up chicken in?” I asked giving him a smile.

He listened and moved out of the way once he was done. I poured the sauce in with the noodles and turned to look at him. He had a new necklace on, the silver moon charm catching the light.

“Did you pick that up on your shopping trip?” I asked, looking back up at his eyes.

His fingers went up to touch it, turning it around in them. I turned back to check on the chicken for a moment.

“Yeah. I knew it would be in a town store so I went to pick it up,” he said softly.

“It looks good on you Lu,” I said, finishing up the chicken.

I added it to the noodles and covered the carrots to finish cooking.

“Do you wanna go to the arch with me after we eat?” he asked after I turned around.

“I would like that yeah,” I said giving him a smile.

“Yeah? Just us?” he asked, grabbing plates and silverware for me.

“Yeah. Just us,” I confirmed, looking up at him.

That electricity from earlier came back as we stood there. Luke was leaning against the counter while I was near the stove. The closeness of our bodies made it feel like there wasn’t any space left between us, but I found myself not caring, almost wanting to be closer.

“Your carrots are done,” he said, bringing me back to reality.

“Thanks,” I said quickly, turning around and taking them off the heat.

I felt the loss of Luke’s body heat as I finished up the food, the tension and electricity gone with it. My head swam with confusion, never thinking that my feelings for Luke would get the better of me. Today was proof that I was wrong.

➢➢➢

The golden sun was making the sky turn different shades of red, pink, and purple. The arch broke the clear horizon line, glinting in the last light of the day. It was truly beautiful and I was incredibly happy that Luke decided to ask. I looked over at him, his eyes looking more blue somehow and the curls on his head catching the light to make it golden. I was again struck by how handsome -- no, beautiful he was.

“You look beautiful in the sunset light,” Luke said, taking my thoughts out of my head.

“Thank you. You look handsome in the light,” I said giving him a smile.

He returned it before looking back over at the arch. His necklace caught the light, reminding of its presence.

“What’s the necklace mean?” I asked, watching him without trying.

“It’s the last phase of the moon before it’s full. It’s a reminder that even if everything feels like it’s going well or everything is perfect, there’s still more that can be done to better myself or the situation I’m in,” he said taking the charm between his fingers again.

“That’s beautiful Lu,” I said, a smile coming over my face.

The man in front of me was really something else and I was so lucky to have him in my life. Let alone to be in love with him even if he wasn’t in love with me.

“Walk with me?” he asked, extending his hand for me to take.

My eyes drifted to his hand, debating whether or not it would be right to take his hand. Before I really thought it through, I was intertwining our fingers to follow his lead. Luke smiled down at me before leading me down the sidewalk by the river. He swayed our hands back and forth, making me laugh a little.

“Are you enjoying our vacation?” he asked, breaking the silence between us.

“Yeah. I really appreciate you and Ashton bringing me along,” I said, taking in the view of St. Louis around me.

“Of course Estelle. Why wouldn’t we bring you with?” he asked, laughing a little.

“I don’t know. Normally, you guys don’t all go on break together,” I said with a shrug.

Luke stopped walking, tugging me back by the hand he was holding.. There was a serious look on his face that worried me.

“Luke?” I asked, getting a little closer to him.

“You’ve always been closer to Ash, and I don’t mind that, Estelle. I really don't. When you were mad at me yesterday, it felt like you didn’t want to talk to me about it. I hate that you don’t feel comfortable or safe with me to talk about your feelings. I know we’ve fought about the drinking and the partying, but it always feels like you’re holding back, like that isn’t what you’re mad about,” he rushed out, like if he didn’t say it now, he would explode.

I looked at him with shock. For me, it felt like he was coming out of nowhere, but for him, it sounded like it’s been on his mind of a while.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked, squeezing his hand to comfort him a little.

“Since last night when you got upset. Then today was so confusing that I just don’t know what’s going on,” he said, his free hand running through his hair.

“Last night was weird. I don’t know entirely what set me off that way. What you do in your free time isn’t any of my business and I don’t want it to feel like you have to clear your social life with me. I had no right to be upset or make that comment this morning,” I said, sighing a little.

“And today under that arch,” he said, trailing off slightly.

“I thought you were going to kiss me,” I blurted before looking up at him.

“I wanted to,” he mumbled and if we weren’t as close to each other, I probably wouldn’t have heard what he said.

I stared at him for a moment, taking in the words he said. It meant that Crystal was right. It also meant that my friendship with Luke would change depending on how this conversation went. I felt him watching me as I processed what was happening between us right now.

“Luke, I-”

“I know that you don’t reciprocate the feelings. I heard you tell Crystal that it wasn’t mutual,” he said, cutting me off.

My eyes went wide. Not only had Calum heard, but Luke had as well. Would he even believe me if I told him the truth? I felt him drop my hand, letting it hang between us. The hurt was written all over his face. I was struggling to find the words to explain how I was feeling and what was going through my head.

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better,” he said, turning away from me.

I grabbed his arm, turning him back to face me. I saw the confusion on his face again.

“What you were saying about the necklace makes sense to me. I understand why that’s important to you. But it makes sense to me in a different way. I’ve been in a weird struggle for three years in my own head. I never told you because it involved you,” I said, needing to tell him everything in that exact moment.

He cocked his head to the side, urging me to continue.

“Ashton knew right away, but I still hadn’t figured it out. I didn’t really understand what was going on in my head until I got a little drunk and almost slept with Calum,” I continued.

Luke pulled away from me immediately, staring at me like he had no idea who I was.

“You did what?” he asked, hurt dripping through his voice.

“Please let me finish,” I begged, reaching out for him again.

“Fine,” he said, moving out of reach again.

“You just started dating your most recent ex and I was so jealous and hurt for a reason I couldn’t explain to myself. I went out with Calum to blow off steam and we ended up having sex. Well, kinda. I stopped him before we really started because I realized that I had feelings for you,” I said, relief washing over me as the words finally left my mouth.

“How far did you go with him?” Luke asked, eyes narrowing at me a little.

“Luke-”

“How far Estelle?” he pushed.

“He didn’t get a thrust in,” I said quietly, looking away from him.

“So it took my best friend sticking his dick in you to realize that you used to have feelings for me?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice down.

“No. He didn’t get that far either,” I corrected, moving away from him a bit.

“But you used to have feelings for me, correct?” he asked, fists clenched by his sides.

“No. I still do.”

AND SHE DOES A CLIFFHANGER! Oops. 😘

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talldarkandroguesome · 6 years ago

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9th of Second Seed, Turdas

Tel asked me today, what hours of the day should I prefer to be guarded. They seemed sad that they could not spend all of the day and night watching over me. I told them that since they were likely to be called to witness, it would be most beneficial for them to watch me during the day.

Mostly I was thinking of a day where Tel guarded me all night long, then was called to spend the whole of the day answering ridiculous, probing questions about the most minute and mundane aspects of our travels. Though, a part of me knew that it was easiest to slip off under the cover of darkness. Not to mention, it just feels better to pray and worship in the dark. And allows Avon and I more privacy for certain intimacies.

I wanted to speak with Qau-dar, but one of the Councilmer had taken him and Khes, and with permission from Avon, Sildras as well, for a tour of their lands and distilleries. I am sure that Sildras can help to translate things for Qau-dar and Khes if need be.

Giving up on that particular idea, I decided instead to devote myself to matters of the spiritual.

Avon was called to take the ledger before council to share my accounts. He has spent several days on the books making sure he can explain most of the details of what I spent and to what end. He asked me a few questions, but they were limited. Avon knows me and my method of purchasing well enough by now.

It left me wandering the gardens with Tel at my back. I decided to trace walk the small Saint’s garden and to sit under the small awning of the gazebo to look out over the rock garden devoted to Saint Veloth.

To the other side, is the garden devoted to the Three. While it appears to be a symbol of the modern Tribunal, there are small parts which point to the True Tribunal. To those who are not looking, they see only the markers of Almsivi, perhaps hints that point to the Anticipations.

It will seem at most that there is tribute or thanks given to our true Gods. All who gaze up the garden see what they desire to. It was designed with such a purpose in mind.

I hoped that Tel would find some peace and time of reflection in the rest overlooking these two sections.

I pulled out a small censer of incense and lit it, placing it by the edge of the garden for Saint Veloth. I got on my knees folded my hands upon the cool ground, and laid my forehead on the backs of my hands. I recited, lowly, the Velothi praises to Saint Veloth. I know it was quiet enough that Tel should not have been able to hear.

When I was done, I placed a stick of burning incense by each of the Triune’s stones, mouthing my prayers and I held my hands together in front of my face, as though I were whispering them to a messenger sitting between my palms.

I lead Tel, not around to the front of the house, but around the side. Not far enough that Tel might learn of the false part of the wall, but in a space not immediately within sight line of the guards.

I asked Tel if they might be willing to indulge me with their company, despite being on the lookout.

They told me that they had a job to do and that they could not be distracted while my life were in danger.

I lead Tel back around the front and into the house. We went up to my study I asked Tel again if they would not be willing to join me, for their devotion to duty and endless heroism was enough to make even a humiliated member of the elite, such as myself, flush with desire.

Tel accused me of making it difficult for them to guard me like this. I ran my hands over the armor, wrapping my arms around their neck, and leaning against Tel. I stressed to them again, just how great the fires of my passion had been stoked.

Tel refused to relent to my words, stand tall and turning their face from me.

I unlaced my giornea and let it fall to the ground. Tel had a slight smirk, a tug of the corner of the mouth, but they insisted they must do an Armiger’s duty.

My shirt was next to be unlaced and left to fall from my shoulders and over my torso, left discarded upon the ground.

Tel’s smile widened, but they would not even meet my gaze.

I begged, insisting that I was near feverish! My trousers unlaced and left to crumple at my feet.

Tel’s eyes roamed my body. I could feel them as though they were hands, searching for purchase upon my flesh, seeking more. Their own desires sparking in their eyes.

Please, I asked, set aside duty. For so eager and earnestly ready am I. Have pity on the mer whose body you sought to watch over. Do not merely watch. There is so much more that can be done.

I undid the tie at left hip.

Tel did not move, nor did they make any attempt to stop me.

I unded the tie at my right hip.

Tel’s breath seemed quicken.

I gave a slight tug to the place where the waist tie was twisted, straightening it. The last layer of silk slipping from my now bared form to the stone floor.

As Tel turned very slightly in my direction, I leaned forward. I ran my fingertips along the top of Tel’s staff. I wrapped my palm around it and ran it up and down as though I were polishing it with a new coat of stain.

Tel seemed to be holding themselves back, a full smile on their face.

I complimented the girth and length of their staff.

A stifled laugh filter through Tel’s lips.

I moved forward, lips parted, mouth open, ready to demonstrate how hungry I was to show my appreciation of it’s form.

Tel pulled the staff from my hungry grasp. I fell to my knees, crawling forward, showing them how weak my desire had made me. Asking them to please allow me to help with shining that magnificent warrior’s weapon. Begging for the chance to wrap Tel’s wood in my hands and lips.

Tel lifted the staff above their head.

I moved forward until I was kneeling before them. I asked if Tel would have mercy on me enough to allow me to show my gratitude for service.

Finally, Tel relented and I dove forward, zealously, to take my prize.

Tel may have called me ridiculous for my game, but they did not seem dissatisfied, nor did it seem to stop them from wishing to participate in any way.

At least I have found myself some entertainment for the coming days.

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wroughtbetwixtfanfic · 5 years ago

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Love, Blood, And Rhetoric, Ch 2.

Fandom: The Society.

Summary: Campbell’s just trying to survive in the new world. He knows he can make it– it’s everyone else he’s worried about.

Rating: Mature.

Tags: Canon Divergence, Mental Health Issues, Family Issues, Substance Abuse, Complicated Relationships, Consent Issues, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Homophobic Language, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Mild Sexual Content, assuming Elle and Campbell are both 18 for the sake of things, Underage Drinking, PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, implied eating disorder, Fix-It, Campbell has mild ASPD, and is actively trying to not be awful

Word Count: 6971

Ch 1 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || AO3

Emily was buried in the morning.

They chose the church yard for her final resting place. The grave was too shallow, and there was no casket. Just a bedsheet, white and clean, and some flowers laid across her body. No one spoke any memorable words. Helena said a sermon from the Bible, ironic for the fact that Emily had been Buddhist, and that was it. They buried her, people cried, and then they went home.

Over the next few days, cards and handwritten letters showed up around Emily's grave. Campbell brought a few flowers from the front yard, and Harry brought one of his sister's teddy bears. It felt right to show some sort of solidarity. Soon, there were candles and other things left behind, too. Campbell wondered if anyone would leave tokens at his grave, if he died. Not that he'd care, but it was a morbid little thought, nonetheless.

People hid in their houses, for the most part. Emily's death seemed to solidify what was happening. They weren't home, they weren't going to be magically saved; that was something else to be grieved. Harry coped by throwing parties. He never invited Campbell. Not anymore. Campbell knew it was because drugs were involved, but whatever. Elle would come over in the morning for coffee, anyways. She wouldn't talk much or stay long, but she'd give him a hug before leaving. For just a little while, it'd soothe the strange pit in Campbell's chest.

In the ten days that followed, Cassandra stopped by twice. Once to get some of Sam's things, once to take the food rations he'd stolen for Sam. They didn't speak. Cassandra was pissed. Whatever. He was used to people being fed up with him. At least on day ten, Campbell got a text from Harry, inviting him to the gazebo. Apparently, Lexie and some friends of hers were trying to channel God or something.

They're talking to a stack of rocks, Harry said. You gotta see it.

Campbell couldn't resist. He found Harry, and the two watched the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the green. Sure enough, Lexie and several others had gathered up rocks, stacked them, and were sitting in a circle around them while chanting. He almost felt bad for staring, but Cassandra, Allie, Helena, and Gordie were in the gazebo and staring just as much.

After twenty minutes or so, Harry gently prodded Campbell in the chest with his phone. "Hey, there's a game of Fugitive tonight. It's gonna be the biggest one yet. You in?"

"Yeah, sure," Campbell replied. He'd rather piss on an electric fence. "Whatever."

"Look, I know I've been kind of a dick these last few days. But I miss my friend, you know. We've always been partners in crime, haven't we?"

Campbell looked over at Harry. The poor fuck had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess. He hadn't been taking care of himself at all. It was enough that Campbell wanted to tell Harry to get a shower, and then they'd talk, but... Partners in crime. Campbell had long ago given up on the idea of Harry ever desiring him, and now Campbell had Elle to focus on, but when Harry batted those goddamn eyelashes of his and used that tone? Impossible to resist.

"Yeah, yeah," Campbell murmured. "Forgiven."

Harry leaned against him, just a little. It was almost enough to distract Campbell from the absurdity that was Lexie attempting to throat sing, but then several people began to shout and point upwards towards the sun. Campbell glanced up, just a bit. Enough to notice that something was happening. He turned the screen of his phone towards the sun. In the reflection, he could see a dark circle oozing across the face of the star.

"We asked for a sign!" Lexie yelled.

Her rock-stacking buddy, genius that he was, stared up directly at it. "What does it mean?"

Gordie saved the day, luckily. "It doesn't mean anything. It's a fucking solar eclipse. It's not a sign, it's a predictable astronomical event." His tone turned pointed as he looked at the guy. "Just don't stare at it, and we'll be fine."

Of course, some people kept staring at it. Campbell waited until it went completely dark, and the air turned cold; Harry let out a soft gasp, and Campbell looked up. Totality. It was beautiful and eerie. The sky was dark, the moon was dark, and around it was a halo of bright light. It stayed that way for a long, long minute and a half, before the "diamond" appeared along the side of the moon. It was ending. Campbell looked away, and soon daylight returned to the world.

"Shit," Harry whispered.

Campbell nudged Harry. "C'mon. Like Gordie said, man, it's nothing. Let's go get breakfast and leave Lexie and the God Squad to freak out."

Harry nodded, following as Campbell led them to the small coffee shop downtown. It was easy enough to pick the lock and disable the alarm; Harry had worked there the last few months, and could make one mean coffee. They found some of the frozen sandwiches and heated them up, sitting down at the little table near the window.

"Been a while since we just hung out," Harry said as he sipped his drink. "How have you been?"

"Oh, I've been keeping myself busy."

"I heard you kicked Sam out."

Campbell groaned. "Why does everyone keep bringing that up?"

"Cold move, dude."

"Yeah, well, it's a good thing we don't have to explain shit to each other if we don't feel like it, huh?"

"Whatever you say. I just think it's gotta suck being in that big house by yourself."

"Yeah?" Campbell picked the sausage off his sandwich and tossed it onto Harry's plate. He smiled, taking a bite and leaning forward. "Hey, how are things going with Kelly these days?"

Harry lifted his hands in a gesture of peace. "Point taken, okay? Damn." He let out a long, slow sigh. "But if you actually care, I don't know. We haven't talked much. I keep thinking maybe she's just pissed and will come around when she's done being pissed."

"Good luck. Chick knows how to hold a grudge."

"Don't be rude. She's sweet."

Campbell shrugged. He felt the familiar, possessive spark burn to life; he didn't want to talk about Kelly. She was smart, she was gracious. She was polite and elegant and the perfect sort of woman for a politician. Senator Bingham and his lovely wife. They really would have made a pretty picture. But did she know him? Did she see him as he was, and love him anyways? Of course not, but still, he chased after her.

The bell above the door jingled. Speak of the devil, Campbell thought as Kelly walked in. Her eyes were cold when she noticed him, but she still strode over. "Could I get a coffee?" she asked, turning her gaze to Harry. "If you're not busy."

Harry's spine immediately evaporated. "Oh, sure. Yeah."

"I had to get going anyways," Campbell added. He stood and pushed between them, heading to the door. Campbell paused at the door and flashed Harry his brightest smile. "Lemme know when you find those balls you were missing."

There was no point waiting for an answer. Campbell headed out, wandering the streets and trying to figure out what to do. He could break into the arcade, steal the quarters, and start a lucrative career in 8-bit gaming. Grizz and his crew were out on the football field. He probably could weasel his way in with them, especially since Grizz seemed almost friendly. Or maybe he could go convert the golf course outside of town into a community garden; Cassandra hadn't taken him up on that whole screw-grass-plant-food idea yet. He just felt itchy, and he knew that meant trouble if he couldn't find a productive outlet.

"Campbell?"

He stopped, pulled from his thoughts. Elle was behind him. She was in a nice black and white dress, hair gleaming and just a touch of make-up on. Campbell tilted his head. "Hey, Elle. Going somewhere?"

Elle pursed her lips. "I was thinking about it. Helena's speaking at the church."

"You're Christian?"

"I don't know what I am anymore."

"Would you like me to walk you? I was heading that way."

"Yeah?" That managed to get a small smile from her, anyways. "I'd like that."

Campbell held out his arm, and Elle took it. "Cute necklace. Ballet slippers?"

"Mhm. My mom got it for me when I had my first solo."

"A solo is kind of a big deal in ballet, isn't it?"

"It is."

"How old were you?"

Elle blushed a little. "Oh, about seven or so. But then I got the part of the Sugarplum Fairy in my old school's production of The Nutcracker."

"That's impressive."

"Well, I'm no Lauren Cuthbertson, but I try."

"Who?"

By the time they got to the church, Campbell had been well-schooled on London's Royal Ballet. Elle gave him a curious look when he stopped at the church steps. "You're not coming in?"

"Nah, I kinda get hives around the Bible. I'll wait for you here, okay?"

Elle shook her head as she went inside. Campbell mulled around for a moment, before noticing Kyle Jasko sitting on the sidewalk nearby. He was in a wheelchair thanks to a bad accident when he was young, but he never seemed too down about it before; now, he looked like he hadn't been getting any sleep, either.

"Hey, Kyle," Campbell called out in greeting. Kyle's head snapped up. He didn't say anything back. "How's it going?"

Kyle eyed him for a moment. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah. The guys in the Guard help me into the church, but I guess they're late."

Campbell looked from Kyle to the church steps. That wasn't something he'd thought about before. They were basically in a half-hearted apocalypse situation. What was that like for people like Kyle? He knew for a fact that most of the stores had small doors, narrow aisles. A lot of places only had stairs. Navigating the world was a pain in the ass as it was. With wheels, it had to be even harder.

The church doors opened, and one teen wandered out. A few seconds later, Cassandra followed. For a second, Campbell was surprised to see her; it had been a good five years since Cassandra had gone to anything resembling a sermon. Then again, people were doing all sorts of desperate things these days.

Cassandra startled a bit when she saw him, but then kept walking, eyes far away. Distracted. She didn't really look at him, but she slowed her walk so that he could keep up. "Hey. What are you doing here?"

"I walked Elle over." He peered over at her, trying to read her face. She had her mask up, though, and even he couldn't figure that out. "Message not for you?"

"Yeah, oddly enough I'm still not into church services. Not a lot of people are buying what Helena's selling. They're starting to lose hope."

"I think people are doing pretty well under the circumstances, don't you?"

"For now, but we both know that won't last. Once reality settles in, I'm worried what they're going to start doing." Cassandra frowned. "People who are scared and alone can do terrible things."

"Well, at least we're not alone. You and I are some of the lucky ones. You've got Allie and I've got Sam."

"You had Sam."

Campbell stopped, lightly grabbing Cassanda's arm. She looked at him, finally, and it was cutting. So, that was it. She was pissed off. "He told you what happened."

"Of course he did." She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "Campbell, how could you?"

"You know I'm not going to be able to play by the rules you want everyone else to play by. If I get Sam out of there now, if people think I turned on him, no one will question why I'm in a home by myself. Besides. I care about Sam, but I can't take care of him. I can't give him what you can."

"Fine, but I hope you realize you can't get through this all on your own."

"I've got Harry. Elle, maybe." Campbell hesitated. Hard to tell where they stood, at this point, but he was willing to hedge his bets. "And I've got you."

Cassandra crossed her arms. She let out a little, irritated breath of air, but the look in her eyes had softened. "You do have me."

"You're right, anyways. We can't go on like this. We have to figure some things out. Make some rules."

"You almost had me fooled, that night in the church."

"C'mon, as if I'd really hurt you. I did what I had to do. You know who's with you and against you, now."

"True enough." Another kid left the church. Cassandra led them to the bench nearby; they sat back to back, like then did when they were younger, leaning against each other. "So, you're on board, then?"

"Idle hands are going to be a big problem eventually. The thing is, who's gonna decide the rules, you know? Who has all the power? That'll be interesting."

"You?"

"No," Campbell chuckled. "Fuck that. No, I'm just the idea guy."

"And what ideas do you have?"

"Lawns."

Cassandra's tone turned incredulous. "Lawns."

"We're gonna need food sources. Lawns are useless wastes of space and water." It was a rich people luxury that they couldn't afford. Not anymore. "Rip them up. Get seed packets from the stores and start planting. Also, Kyle really needs some ramps for his wheelchair. Just saying."

Bringing out her phone, Cassandra tapped something out. "I'll talk to Grizz and the others about it. It might be too late to plant anything, but Clark and Jason were in wood shop. They must be able to use a hammer."

"Cool." Campbell closed his eyes, soaking up the feeling of the sun on his skin and breathing in the smell of flowers. Waiting. But she didn't say anything else. She was waiting, too, and she was never the first to cave. "How is Sam?"

"Mm. He's hurting. He misses you, I think, but he'd never admit to it." Her tone turned dry. "It's something you two have in common, as it turns out."

"So, we both got the stubborn gene. What the hell am I supposed to do about any of this, long-term?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you think it's a bad idea. You have that vibe."

"I do not."

"Do so."

Cassandra shifted, sitting up and pulling away so she could turn to face him. "Fine. I think there are other ways we could keep you both safe. But if you really are going to do it like this, just... Don't come around for a while. I think you both need time to think things through."

Campbell opened his mouth to argue, but then people started coming out of the church. "Looks like Helena's lecture is over. I better go get Elle."

"Of course. Thanks for the suggestions."

Nodding, Campbell turned and headed towards the small crowd of people gathering on the front steps of the church. His eyes found Elle. She was at the edge of the crowd, eyes down and face drawn. She looked lost. Sad. Still, as he approached, she looked up; her hair shone gold in the sunlight, and her blue-green eyes sparkled faintly. Absolutely gorgeous. Campbell smiled at her and offered his hand. She took it, and they began to make their way back towards Elle's home.

"Bleak service," Elle muttered. "Maybe the other kids are right. We're gonna die here."

"Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't do much good to worry about it, though, right? Like Cassandra said. We need to just focus on preparing for the long haul."

"How do you keep yourself from freaking out?"

"Lots and lots of distractions. Speaking of which, Harry said there's a game of Fugitive tonight. Wanna come? Might take your mind off things."

Elle cocked her head. "What's Fugitive?"

"Like tag, with cars." Campbell grinned as she shot him a worried look. "No, you don't run people over. Fugitives run on foot towards a safe zone, and cops hunt for them in cars. One cop drives and the other cop is the runner. The runners chase down and tag fugitives. It's whatever, but it's something to do."

"Maybe. Sounds a little too intense for me."

"I'll text you the location, if you change your mind. We're starting at ten."

"Alright."

Campbell sent her the information, but his phone buzzed with a new text a split second after. Sam. He bit his lip at the preview. Can we talk? Maybe Cassandra had said something, but that seemed unlike her where Sam was concerned. Sure, Campbell finally texted back. Where are you? A few moments later, and Sam sent a picture of himself posing with a pair of deer antlers. So, their dad's office. "Jesus christ."

"What's wrong?"

"Sam wants to see me. I should go."

"I thought you two were fighting?" Elle shrugged as Campbell glanced up at her. "Gossip travels fast."

"Figures. I bet the town is having a field day with it."

"That you're a homophobic dickbag that kicked out your deaf brother? Yep."

"I deserve that, I guess. It's just not the full story."

Elle curled her arms around herself. She studied his face a moment, then gave a small nod. "Maybe you can tell me about the full story after Fugitive."

It was a chance to explain. Campbell reached out and touched her shoulder; she didn't pull away. "Thanks. You gonna be okay By yourself?"

"Oh, I've managed before. Good luck with Sam."

Hopefully he wouldn't need much luck. It was a long walk to the office, which meant a lot of time to think about all the possible scenarios and ways things could play out. When he arrived, though, Sam was surrounded by boxes and up to his eyeballs in paper. Campbell flopped down in one of the office chairs. Sam jumped at the sudden movement, nearly dropping a folder, and for a split second Campbell almost felt bad. Maybe it'd teach the kid to be more aware of his surroundings, anyways.

"You rang, Sammy?" Campbell asked. Sam stared at him, shoulders hunched a little. He didn't answer. "Seriously. I'm not gonna bite. What are you doing here?"

Sam still didn't answer right away, but then he swallowed hard and let out a long sigh. "I'm trying to figure out why we're here. In this place."

"Any luck?"

"First one is a letter from some guy named Pfeiffer demanding $1.5 million for the smell removal." Sam picked up two papers and handed them to Campbell. "The other is a response, refusing to pay, signed by dad and Uncle Rogers. It's dated the day before we were taken."

Campbell took the papers and skimmed. It was actually worse than that; they had payed, but then they'd cancelled the check. They had purposefully screwed the guy over. "What do you think it means?"

"The smell, us being taken on the buses. It has to mean something. They have to be related some way. Maybe, I don't know."

Interesting, and definitely suspicious; it reminded Campbell of something, though he wasn't sure what. It didn't matter. Campbell focused on the inevitable outcome if those letters were ever discovered. "You have to destroy those papers."

"What? No."

"Fucking destroy them. Don't you get it? We're going to be blamed for this."

"What does that mean? We just want to know the truth."

"You're a fucking dipshit if you think it's that simple." Campbell ignored the way Sam straightened and clenched his fists. He just get the hell over it. "You and I may hate each other, but we still share our father's last name."

"So what?"

"You think things aren't gonna get bad around here? You think it's all just gonna be one big happy camping trip?"

"Is that why--"

"Look," Campbell interrupted. He knew what Sam was going to say, and there was no way they were gonna have that conversation yet. "If we're stuck in this place, things are gonna get so bad so fucking fast. And you want to tell people that our family had something to do with this?"

Sam looked down at the papers, then handed them over. Campbell took them, ripping them into tiny pieces and tossing them into the metal trashcan by the office window. One little flick of a match, and the scraps were up in flames. There was a chance Sam had copies on his phone, but Campbell chose not to push it. Sam's phone needed his fingerprint to get in, anyways. Whatever was there was probably safe from prying eyes.

"No one else knows," Sam signed. "Not even Cassandra."

"Good. Keep it that way, for now."

"What are we going to do?"

"Keep our heads down and play along until we can find a way home."

As much as Campbell loved being away from their parents, away from the pointless day to day social rules, it wasn't sustainable unless they found some sort of civilization besides their own. Campbell met Sam's eyes, and pondered saying something. Even just an apology. But Sam was the protagonist of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie-- if Campbell apologized, Sam would want an explanation, and then he'd want to talk.

But then Sam seemed to give up, shuffling his foot on the hardwood floor. "Is that it?"

He'd take the out. "I need a car. Can I have dad's key?"

Sam hated their dad's car. He took the key off the ring and handed it over, a tiny hint of relief on his face. "What do you want the car for?"

"Game of Fugitive in an hour." Campbell fiddled with the key for a moment, thinking. "You wanna go? I could use a rider."

It was no surprise that Sam shook his head. "I need to keep looking."

Well, whatever. Campbell headed towards the door. He stopped just outside of it, looking over his shoulder; Sam was still watching him, a mournful expression on his face. It sucked, but it wasn't enough to make Campbell budge. Campbell signed one last thing. Be careful. It was the best he could, or would, do.

The faces at the Fugitive start point were a lot less somber. People were bouncing, laughing, chattering among small groups. There was one group hanging out near Harry, comprised of some of the people he'd known back in their real home. He hung around the edges there while he waited for Harry to show up; they were always Fugitive partners, and now that Kelly was out of the picture, that sure wasn't going to change this time around.

One face Campbell didn't see was the one he wanted to see most. Elle wasn't there, not yet. Maybe she wouldn't show, after all.

But then Harry was hopping up onto the hood of a car, yelling at the growing crowd. "Okay, okay, we're gonna... Hello!" People settled, listening. Harry grinned. "I got some texts saying more folks are coming. We're gonna wait a few minutes before we divide up sides, see who else shows up, so just hang out."

"You look chipper," Campbell said as Harry jumped off the car and sauntered over. "Extra strong coffee?"

"What? I'm my normal self."

"Your normal self isn't chipper."

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Campbell slid his arms around Harry's waist before her could. "Woah, what the hell? Campbell, you can't just--"

Campbell's fingers closed around a small baggy in Harry's back pocket. He pulled it out and sighed. "Really? This stuff again?"

"Don't be a hypocrite. You slipped me pills plenty of times. And besides, it's not like there's an endless supply. Just one last little party before it's gone."

"You know how I feel about you getting into the harder shit." It was bullshit. The occasional painkiller or little bag of weed wasn't the same as a cocaine addiction. "This is the last of it, right?"

"Well... No. I have one more at home."

"Harry."

"Campbell."

Whatever fight was about to start, it was cut short by the arrival of Allie. She smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back. Campbell stared. No. No, no fucking way. "What's she doing here?"

"I invited the town. Besides, I asked her to come with me tonight."

Campbell kept his mouth shut. Harry's eyes were locked on him, almost daring him to say something. What was there to say? Harry hated being alone. Of course he moved on to another hot body before his own got cold. "Don't do anything stupid and get her hurt. I don't need to hear about it from Cassandra."

"Yeah, okay," Harry answered. Campbell was viciously pleased that the bounce had gone out of Harry's step, just a little. A hollow victory. "Whatever."

Clark came zooming up in an actual cop car, crowing about how the keys were still in the ignition. For some reason, no one found that weird as fuck; Campbell refused to get near the damn thing. They were stuck in some parallel world. A cursed car didn't seem quite that far-fetched anymore. But Clark, of course, claimed it for himself and picked someone else as his rider anyways. Good thing about everyone thinking he was evil-- less people roped him into their terrible ideas.

Harry had stomped off, dividing up the crowd and explaining the rules. Campbell tuned him out and scanned the players one last time. He didn't expect to see Elle, but he caught sight of a small figure along the outskirts of the group, talking to Grizz. She'd shown up after all. Campbell felt some spark of happiness, even if it was dimmed by Harry's bullshit.

The starting horn let out a shriek, and the fugitives took off. Elle froze, looking over at Campbell; he grinned as one of the guys yelled at her to get moving, and she bolted down the street with the others. The evening suddenly looked a lot more fun.

"Nice car," Grizz said as he wandered over. "Need a partner?"

"Would have thought you'd be someone's rider, Mister Football."

"Pulled something playing with the guys. I can still drive just fine, though."

Campbell considered the offer, then tossed Grizz the key. It'd be a chance to prod at Grizz about Elle. They climbed into the car to wait for the three minute head start to be over; he watched Grizz familiarize himself with the car, wondering how to approach the situation. The three minutes ended and they were out on the road when Campbell decided to just go for the throat. Just a matter of finding the right opening...

"Hey Campbell, how many miles per gallon does this thing--"

"So, interested in anyone?"

Nailed it.

The car jerked forward a bit as Grizz's foot slipped and hit the gas. Grizz glanced over at Campbell for a split second, before focusing intently on the road. "How do you mean that?"

"You know. Romantically. Sexually. Philosophically."

"Uh, that's kind of... Why do you ask?"

"I saw you chatting to Elle in the parking lot, so I just wondered."

Grizz visibly relaxed. "Oh, oh thank god."

"What?"

Squinting, Campbell eyed Grizz but decided to let it go. "So, you're not interested in Elle?"

"Nope. I don't really know much about her, besides the fact that her family's from Ireland. Hey, I think I spotted someone down that way. Wanna go?"

The shift in topic was obvious, but Campbell got the information he wanted. Time to focus on the game. They peeled down the street, and Campbell jumped out and raced after a fugitive who was trying to go through a locked fence. Easy. They gave the fugitive a quick ride to the gazebo-- the 'jail' for the night-- and then headed back out. Five more captured fugitives later, and they took a quick break.

Grizz sipped a water. "You're good at this."

"Eh, I was super into maps and history when I was younger. I know pretty much every street here like the back of my hand. Useful for this, anyways."

"Yeah? Where'd the best hiding place be?"

"Hm. There's an alley back behind the old video rental store. There's some bushes and a few other buildings that kind of hide it from view. We could check it out."

"Affirmative."

When they pulled up, it looked like an alleyway from a horror movie. It was dark, and utterly silent. Campbell opened the door and headed in, despite the fact that Grizz looked like they were in the Upside Down and he was expecting the Demigorgon to pop out. Sneaking down towards the back of the store, Campbell paused when he heard a twig snap; he stopped, watching and waiting.

A shape moved from the shadows and into a single beam of light from the streets. It was just enough that Campbell could see a bit of blonde hair, and the glint off a necklace chain. Campbell couldn't believe his luck. Elle was right there, mere feet away, and she hadn't seen or heard him yet. He held his breathe, waiting until her back was to him. Finally, he moved, grabbing her shoulders.

Elle yelped, jumping and spinning around. When she saw Campbell, she began to laugh, pressing a hand to her chest. "You scared the shit out of me."

He couldn't help but laugh a little, himself. "I'm sorry. Are you gonna make it?"

"I suppose." Elle smiled and held out her wrists. "Okay, you can take me to jail."

"I can take you someplace better than jail."

Elle's smile faded. She leaned a little closer. "Well, we did plan to talk after the game. Your place or mine?"

"That's entirely up to you."

"Your place, then."

Campbell brushed a lock of hair from Elle's face, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. They both hopped into the back seat. "Hey, Grizz. Mind playing chauffeur?"

Grizz peered into the rearview mirror. "Not at all. Clark called to say the game's over in ten, anyways. You two going to Harry's party?"

"Nah, just take us to my house."

"Gotcha."

He began driving, without asking for directions. Any other night, Campbell would ask Grizz how he knew the way, but it didn't matter. Elle was still holding his hand. She was looking at him like she wasn't sure yet if she actually forgave him or not, but she was coming home with him and her fingers were laced with his. It meant he had a chance to make things better.

Grizz parked in the driveway, hopping out and handing the key back over. He smiled, and gave Elle a little wave. "Thanks for the game. Have a good evening."

"You, too," Campbell replied. "Night."

Feeling nervous usually wasn't something Campbell had to worry about, but he did feel a small flicker of uncertainty as he let Elle inside and watched her look around the house. She inspected the books, the art, the furniture and fixtures. Whatever she saw must have passed the muster, because she was smiling again when she came back.

"I don't suppose a lady could ask for a beer?"

Campbell snorted. "I've got enough stashed away to last a year. A lady most certainly can have a beer."

She followed him into the kitchen and perched on one of the stools, resting her elbows on the countertop. "Well, I'll know where to come in a drought, then." Elle accepted the beer Campbell fished out of the fridge. "You really do have a beautiful home. Awfully big for one person though, isn't it?"

Popping open their drinks, Campbell let out a rough exhale. "Yeah, I guess I should try and explain that."

"Probably."

"It's complicated. I know I shouldn't have said what I said, but..." Campbell ran a hand through his hair. "You don't know Sam. Our parents doted on him. He always was the center of attention, especially when he got sick. Our parents just acted like I was a nuisance. I was always a problem to get rid of."

"What do you mean?"

"Like... Sam got all the attention. The newest toys, treats, birthday parties. Mom and dad were too busy for me, because they had work or because of the baby or because Sam needed them. And they never really got me anything, because they said I'd just break it. I couldn't have parties because I was rude to the other kids."

Elle tilted her head. "Yeah? Did you actually do those things?"

"Well. Yeah. But they never asked why, you know? I broke things because I got frustrated, and they just didn't care. I got into fights because it was the only time I felt like I could let the anger out."

"So, what does that have to do with Sam?"

"It made me hate him. And I know it's their fault, not his, but it fucked things up between us. I felt like I was always fighting over every scrap of anything with him. And when we got here, I just... I don't know. I wanted my own space, my own time. And then they start talking about sharing homes, and I just... I would hurt people. And I didn't want one of those people being Sam."

Elle rested her chin on her hand. "You could have just explained that to him, you know."

"No, because then he'd think that we could just work it out somehow. Even if he left, everyone else would wonder-- why me, and not them? Why do I get my own place?" Campbell shook his head. "Then anyone could just claim to be crazy and get their way. No, I had to actually do something. And most people love Sam and hate me, so it was the best way to prove I was the monster they thought I was already."

"Well, I don't think you're a monster. A little crazy, maybe," she added with a half smile, "but not a monster."

"Yeah, but it's not the cute kind."

"Then what kind is it?"

Campbell downed the rest of his beer. He wanted to tell her, warn her off or whatever, but he could remember Cassandra telling him not to let anyone know. Still. When he looked at Elle, something in him made him think he could trust her. And if she did react badly, who would she tell? They ��were both the town social pariahs. No one cared what they had to say.

But... He couldn't say it. He opened his mouth to try, but it didn't want to come out. Instead, he just shrugged and tried to smile. "The kind I don't talk about until the third date."

"Two more dates to go, then."

"Yeah?" Campbell blinked. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he could swear Elle was looking at him a bit warmer than before. Who was he to question it? He stood up and offered his hand. "Wanna go up to my room? It's comfier than the kitchen. We could watch a movie or something."

Elle finished off her beer and accepted his hand. "Only if you bring that bottle of wine I saw in the fridge."

It was just some cheap Barefoot Moscato, but he dutifully grabbed it from the fridge before heading upstairs. Elle followed him into the room; besides his family and Harry, no one else had ever been inside, and he was suddenly thankful that he kept his space clean and tidy. She explored with the same intensity that she had downstairs, not touching anything but studying everything.

"Did you take these?" she asked, pointing to the black and white photographs above his desk.

"Yeah. 7th grade photography class."

"They're very good. Have you considered getting into photography?"

"It was a thought. It'd give me a chance to see other countries."

Elle looked to his desk and lightly grazed her fingers over a small globe, the stamps he had out to sort through, a small collection of old books on world maps. "I guess I expected you to be more into video games and posters of women in bikinis than nature shots and world travel."

"I mean, I could whip out Super Smash Bros if you're disappointed."

But then Elle was right there, curling her arms around him and kissing him. Campbell froze, just for a split second, before kissing her back. Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of strawberry; when he brushed his fingers along her cheek, her skin was warm. Campbell had never allowed himself to get that close to anyone. It had always seemed just out of reach, but Elle was right there in his arms. His other hand rested on her hip, and that was when she yanked back. Moment gone.

"I'm going home. This was a mistake."

Campbell lifted his hands. "Woah, woah. Hey. I didn't mean to upset you again. I thought we were having fun."

"I don't want to have fun."

"Elle, I don't understand what's going on here. I promised I wouldn't do anything you weren't comfortable with, but you kinda seemed into this."

"Yeah, well I'm not just some skank, okay?"

"Okay, okay. I know I made a mistake at the church, but I didn't mean anything by it this time. It's just where my hand rested. I don't think you're easy or anything."

Elle brushed past him and headed towards the door, but then she stopped and turned back. "Why did you pick me? Why do you keep picking me? You barely know me."

"Because I like you." Campbell sat on the bed, gesturing at the air between them. "Alright, so I don't know you super well, but we're not strangers. I think that we've got a bit in common."

"I like you, too, but I... Look, I don't like being touched like that."

Campbell bit back the urge to ask. It wasn't his business. He nodded, raising his right hand. "I swear, I won't touch you without asking. Okay? But I need you to tell me I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm kind of new to this."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Elle looked up at the ceiling, her eyes blinking rapidly. "Can we watch a movie still?"

"Hey, of course. C'mon. You can pick whatever you want. Our DVD collection has thrilling titles like Lord of the Rings, Top Gun, and Frozen."

"Frozen, seriously?"

"Don't hate on Frozen. It's a beautiful movie about familial love and self-acceptance."

Elle sniffled and laughed at the same time, coming over and sinking on the bed next to Campbell. They were cuddled up and halfway through Let It Go when the thunderstorm rolled in; the lights flickered, and Elle pressed a tiny bit closer, and closer still when the power went out completely.

"Don't worry," Campbell tried to assure. "They'll be back on by the time the movie's over."

"How do you figure? Who's gonna fix it?"

"We've been here two weeks without anyone at the power plant. Wherever we are, whatever this is, I have to believe that it'll right itself."

"I wish I was that confident."

Campbell looked over at Elle, the glow of the DVD player illuminating her taut, worried expression. "You're safe here with me. I want you to know that. I won't let anything hurt you."

Her eyes shone as she turned her face to him. "Do you think I need someone to protect me?"

"I don't know. I need someone. I think maybe you do, too."

"Maybe." Elle rested her head on his shoulder. "Can I have some wine?"

They passed the bottle back and forth for a little while, until Elle shook her head when he offered it back. He set it aside; it wouldn't do any good to get drunker than her. Not again. "Pleasantly warm" was a good place to stop. What wasn't pleasant was that, by the time the movie was over, the rain was still pouring and the power wasn't back on. He tried not to think of what that meant in terms of frozen and refrigerated food, and focused on the fact that Elle had fallen asleep against him.

"Hey." He gently nudged her with his elbow. "It's late. Do you want me to drive you home?"

Elle stirred, but didn't move. "Can I stay here? I don't wanna be alone."

"Yeah, no problem. You can stay here and get comfy. I'll use one of the other beds."

"No. Don't go."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

Campbell felt torn. Elle was half asleep, and probably a little tipsy. Was she making a choice she'd normally make? But if she really didn't want to be alone, then he didn't want to make her upset. Waking up to find someone gone didn't sound like anything he wanted to put someone through. After a few moments of deliberation, Campbell carefully lowered Elle to the bed and tucked her in with a quilt. It was warm and a bit muggy from the storm, so hopefully a light blanket would be good enough.

Stretching out on his side of the bed, Campbell kept his distance as much as possible. He was just about asleep himself when a loud crack of lightning rang out over the house, rattling the windows. Elle mumbled something, shifting around until she was curled up at Campbell's back, one arm slung over his waist.

Never pictured being the little spoon, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes. But for someone like Elle, he could see himself getting used to it.

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lyssala · 6 years ago

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You’re Idiots, the Both of You

Pairings: Terra/Aqua, Kingdom Hearts

Setting: Three weeks after New Year’s in the First Chapter; Terra is 20 and Aqua is 19

Rating: K

Notes: Ahhhh you guys, the last chapter ;-; Thank you so much for all your kind support on my silly au. I really, really loved writing this universe and giving them the lives and experiences I did. It was so much fun to do so! Thank you guys for sticking around for the ride, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ^^ This chapter changed so many times because I could not for the life of me figure out how to end a story that had no plot. It went through many changes but I’m really happy I chose to end it here. I may still write in this universe and throw it in my one shot collection if the inspiration to tell more of their story strikes me but for now have one last super sappy chapter <3

AO3

Stars

“The girl jumped to her feet and followed the path of the stars until finally she found herself standing right where the town gazebo is today. And there, waiting for her, was her one true love, who had also been led here by the blanket of stars.”

-Miss Patty

“Is there any real reason you’re dragging me through the woods at the crack of dawn?”

Aqua glanced behind her though she didn’t need to move her flashlight to see Terra trudging along behind her, not even bothering to cover his mouth to hide his yawn. “Yes,” she said simply, turning back around so she could continue to follow the path by the light in her hand.

The stars and moon where out but it still wasn’t enough to see stray roots growing in the path. She kind of already snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, the last she needed was to break her leg right before spring semester started, and then explain why she had snuck out of the house in the first place.

“You do know it’s like six in the morning right?”

“Why are you complaining so much?” Aqua stepped around a branch that had fallen at some point. “And it’s more like 6:30.”

“Whatever time it is, I’m usually still in bed.”

Aqua looked over her shoulder at him again. He was complaining a lot for someone who honestly didn’t look at all upset. “You could’ve said no.”

He snorted but didn’t say anything else. She figured that would be the answer.

She kept walking down the path, looking for the marker she knew pretty well, but she also admittedly never came out here in the dark. Aqua swore it was around here somewhere though…maybe around the next corner. She stopped in the trail, flipping her flashlight around to try and figure out where they were; maybe coming up here with snow dusting the ground wasn’t the best idea.

Apparently Terra did not get the memo because the next thing she knew, his warm body was walking right into her. He reached his hands out to her shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall as he tried not to laugh.

It was January, they were outside, and he was really warm. Despite the fact she was bundled up in jacket, gloves, scarf and hat she leaned back against him, warming her body.

“Lost?” he asked, leaning down near her face.

“No,” she said, though it was a little hard to remember what she was doing when his breath was against her skin. “I know where we are.”

“You ever plan on telling me then?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise.” She sighed as she rolled her head back against his shoulder. If she didn’t have that one spot in her head she’d just let them go back; at least he had a heater in his room.

Aqua reluctantly moved forward a bit, letting him know they could keep walking. He only let go of her shoulders after he brushed his lips against her cheek, letting the heat linger a little longer after he stepped back.

“How are you just wearing a jacket right now?”

He shrugged as he glanced down at probably the only jacket he owned. “Cause it works just fine.”

“Inhuman.” Aqua spotted the trail marker on a nearby tree. Ah! Now she knew where they were.

Before she could actually take a step forward Terra swung his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground. She squeaked in surprise so loudly she was pretty sure an owl few out of the tree above them. His face was close to hers again, her back up against his chest as he held her almost effortlessly.

“What was that?” he said. She didn’t have to look at him to know the teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, you heard me,” she trying not to laugh and give him the satisfaction but it didn’t work so well. “We’re gonna be late if you keep distracting me.”

“Late for what?”

“You’ll see if you put me down.”

He sighed but he did as he was asked, letting her feet touch the trail again. She was about to head towards the trail marker but Terra cut her off; this time she was the one to walk into his back. She fumbled with her flashlight for a moment before realizing what he was doing.

“I can walk, Terra, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” he snorted but he didn’t move, just shifted his hands behind his back. “But you’re also freezing and explaining to your mom how you caught hypothermia is not on my bucket list.”

That was a fair point, and it wasn’t like the thought of being close to him wasn’t terribly appealing. He wiggled his fingers at her, gesturing for her to get a move on with it.

“Okay, okay.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, carefully balancing the flashlight as she did. Aqua didn’t let him know. She just jumped and knew he’d catch her like he had done countless times before. She kicked her legs around him until she felt his hands grab onto her, holding her securely against him; which was a feat considering she had a bag draped across her where she was holding the rest of the surprise.

As the warmth from his body started to melt into her cold limbs, it was admittedly much better.

“Where to then?” he asked, turning his head slightly towards her.

Aqua shined her light at the tree with the marker. “Over that way.”

Terra started to walk, her body shifting with him for every stride he made. It was nice though, soothing, familiar; she might’ve started to fall asleep if she was tired enough.

“Oh, wait,” she said when Terra turned to follow the trail.

“What?” he asked as he stopped.

She shined the light off the trail into the woods. “That way.”

“You want to go off the trail?”

“Yes.”

He turned his head to look at her, eyebrow arched. “Are you sure?”

“Terra, yes.” She rolled her eyes, shaking the flashlight some in the direction she wanted to go.

“Are you positive? Because this basically how every ‘and then they were never seen again’ story starts.”

“Oh my God, I know where we are. I promise.”

He didn’t look completely convinced but he did at least walk off the path like she asked. There, it wouldn’t be too much farther now.

“Are you plotting to kill me?” he asked as he carefully stepped around a bush.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that years ago if I wanted to?”

“Fair enough,” he snorted.

Aqua leaned in to press her cheek against his and making him laugh in the process. “It’s worth it I promise. Oh! There!” She sat up pointing the flashlight at some pine trees. “It’s right past there but be careful.”

“Of what?”

“The cliffs.”

“Of course, the cliffs. Not trying to kill me, right.”

Aqua kicked her legs slightly, signaling for him to squat down a little and let her jump off. She grabbed his hand and led him through the remaining woods till the trees were right in front of her. She found this place on accident, wandering away from her mom and dad during a hike once. Aqua always wanted to bring Terra back here but she never had a good reason to, well, until now at least. She pushed past the branches that he grabbed so they both could get through, and there it was.

The sky was still pretty dark, stars sparkling above but it was starting to get lighter. In front of her laid out the entire valley, mountains, trees, the river, lights from the town almost like little stars themselves. It was a little barren since it was winter, but the dusting of snow still made it so pretty, the fog from the mountains giving it almost urethral feel. It was breathtaking.

Terra let out a low whistle behind her. “The whole valley, huh?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, a smile on her lips. “C’mon.” Aqua skipped down the slight step, setting her on a small rock plane. It didn’t stick out too much before it dropped off but it was enough to sit on and not feel like you’d fall into the ravine. She slipped her bag off her body, gesturing for Terra to sit down.

He seemed to get the picture a little better now, walking over to take a seat near where she was standing. She flipped open her bag, pulling out a thermos to pass to him.

“You really did have this all planned out didn’t you?” he asked, reaching up to take it from her.

“Of course, do you think I’d lead you all the way up here without a plan?” Aqua dropped her bag off to the side as she took out the thermos she brought for herself. She planned to sit down next to him and drink something warm till the sun came up, but she was rather cold and he was inviting.

She moved so she could sit in front of him where he had his legs parted slightly and wiggled herself in till her back was pressed to his chest. It was a good choice; she was almost instantly warm again. Even more so when she leaned her head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath against her cheek when he laughed.

“Comfortable?”

“Yep,” she said, twisting the top on her thermos for the still steaming coffee.

Terra reached his arms around her so he could pop the top on his own drink. He brought the hand with the thermos to his mouth but the other he let drop to her waist. Yeah, this was a really good idea; totally worth the hike and potentially getting frostbite on her toes.

“Thank you for coming with me,” she said, eyes looking up to the sky overhead.

“Course,” he said, moving to put the cap back on his thermos. “Did you just want to see the sunrise from here?”

Aqua nodded. “Well, yeah, but I wanted to see it with you too.”

He hummed a little, she could feel it against her back. “And no other reason at all? Not because you’re going back to school next week or anything?”

She should’ve assumed he’d know. “Possibly.”

The opportunity had presented itself for her to bring up the thing she was avoiding since the moment she felt his lips against hers on New Year’s Eve. While, yeah, she absolutely wanted to take him up here to watch the sunrise over the valley, but it was also far away from prying and curious ears who were way too nosey for their own good.

She knew he was waiting for her to say something, and while the words weren’t hard to say, the answer was what made her nervous. “Are you worried?” she asked, eyes looking over the fog swirling around the distant mountains.

“About what?”

“About, you know, us when I go back to school.”

“No.”

Aqua turned her head to look at him, the sort of casual tone in his voice surprising her. He looked about as concerned as he sounded, arching an eyebrow since she must’ve been giving him a weird look.

“What? I’m not.”

“But it’ll be different, than it has been the past few weeks.”

He shrugged. “I mean, yeah, and it’s gonna suck but it’s not like I didn’t know what this meant. You going back to school doesn’t change anything.”

Aqua wasn’t sure if he knew those were the words she was looking for or not but it put her at more ease than she was expecting. Maybe she was worrying about it more than she even thought. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” he snorted, rolling his eyes like it was the most obvious answer in the world, and maybe it was. “Didn’t change my feelings the first time you left, why would this be any different.”

She turned back to face the valley, leaning her head back against his shoulder again. “Guess you’ll just have to visit more.”

“Oh no, what a shame.”

Aqua couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up inside her; it honestly wasn’t even that funny but she just felt so happy she couldn’t help it. Terra placed his coffee on the rock, using both his hands to wrap around her as he dropped his chin onto her head. She had to remember why they were here or she might’ve fallen asleep.

“It’ll be okay,” he said, though whether it was to reassure her or himself she didn’t know. “One semester down, how many more to go?”

“You probably don’t want to know the answer to that.”

“Fair enough.”

The prospect of going back to school alone after spending the past few weeks getting used to being in his arms was a terrible sinking feeling but she knew, probably as well as he did, it wasn’t permanent. Even before this month he came up to visit often or she came home to see him, that wouldn’t change. It would be a sort of new adjustment, but it wasn’t forever.

Aqua honestly didn’t even know what forever was. Just a few weeks ago she never would’ve dreamed she’d be where she was right now, how could she ever predict how the future would be? There was college for her and Terra was in school too. He wouldn’t work at Cid’s anymore once he got his certification. A few weeks changed everything, what would a few months, a few years change?

In the depths and secrecy of her mind sometimes she’d imagine it. Terra getting a job closer to her, she wouldn’t have to live on campus with a roommate anymore if he moved nearby, where they could see each other every day again just like they used to and share one space together. Maybe he’d ask her to marry him, maybe they’d move back home when she graduated so she could do what she always wanted to do for the town she loved. Maybe they’d have kids of their own, surrounded by the world’s best babysitters and the town Aqua loved so much.

Terra nudged his chin on her head making her jump, even though she was well aware he couldn’t read her mind; it was still embarrassing to be caught day dreaming like that. “You fall asleep?”

“No,” she said, but when she noticed the sky again she saw how it was getting lighter. The sun was coming up.

Aqua honestly had no idea what her future was, what their future was but she was finding it didn’t matter too much. Not when he was warm around her, his familiar scent soothing, and the mountains and valley lighting up around them like there was no one else in the world.

“Alright,” he said. “You got me, it’s pretty up here.”

A smile pulled at her lips as she nudged her head into his. Yeah, the present was pretty damn good.

“It’s beautiful.”

#terraqua #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfic #my fics:kh #modernaukh #bothofyou #AHHHH I can't believe its the last chapter already #thank you guys so much #for everyone who ever said anything nice about this fic or likes kudos reblogs #this set was so dear to my heart and really helped me find a footing for these two sweet kids #I'll miss it but I'm excited to share what I've been working on in the mean time!

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I Knew You Were Waiting For Me

Summary: A very inexperienced Trashmouth losing his v-card to a far more experienced Eddie Spaghetti.

A/N: For my lovely anon who requested this scenario. I hope this story does your idea justice. 💖

NSFW Under the cut...

Richie Tozier has a big mouth and a wild imagination. He’s been bragging about his sexual conquests to the other Losers since middle school. Underneath all the bravado lies the truth; Richie is seventeen and he’s a virgin. For the longest time he held out hope that he wasn’t the only one, but his hopes were dashed one by one.

Mike was first. Big, strapping, and handsome. He was amazing at football and even with the racial tension in Derry, he made all of the girls’ panties drop. When he made varsity as a freshman, the head cheerleader, Heather Sinclair, took it upon herself to welcome him to the team...and his sexual awakening. Mike had told them all about it, flush faced and jittery, and Richie had chirped him saying that it was about damn time he join the club. A string of girls followed after Heather, but Mike was still his genuine heart of gold self. Richie secretly wondered if he thanked the girls for spreading their legs for him as he walked them home.

Ben and Beverly were next. They were a bit more cliche than anyone had expected. Roses and a hotel room on Valentine’s Day, their sophomore year, but Bev secretly loved it. She had gushed to Richie about it during one of their smoke breaks, and Richie had pretended to gag. Ben was too much of a gentleman to share details, but the whole club knew that after their first time they were fucking like rabbits.

Stanley Uris went next, and took Big Bill with him. They had been flirting around the idea of being more than friends since Bill had broken up with Bev when they were freshman, but Bill was always too shy and nervous to act on it. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Stan. The other boy found this sweet, but was incredibly sick of it and pounced on Bill on the July 4th between sophomore and junior year. During the fireworks display he just leaned over and grabbed Bill, pressing his lips to his. They made out under the light display, but Stan needed more. He all but dragged Bill back to his house. Richie would find out later that Stan had given Bill a mind melting blow job before prepping his own asshole and riding Bill until they both came, making their own fireworks. Stan was more comfortable expressing himself out of that, wearing his pants a little tighter in the ass, and Bill was certainly more vocal about what he thought about his sexy ass boyfriend. Richie thought it was hilarious that they could be so buttoned up and reserved in their everyday lives, but complete freaks in the sheets. He got beep beeped when he voiced this to the group.

His last strand of hope and dignity died when Eddie went with his mom to visit his family out in Montana when they were sixteen. His cousin was having surgery and they needed an able bodied boy to help with the farm...Eddie was apparently the only one available. Eddie came back ripped and tan from all the manual labor, and with a damn good story about his first time. There had been a young ranch hand there, Jorge, with rippling muscles and a beard and he had taught Eddie all of his damn tricks. Eddie blabbered on about having his first blowjob while the sun was setting over the mountains, getting fingered while he knelt on rocks down by the quarry, and getting his pink hole licked open by a devilishly good tongue while his mom was in the next room. Finally, he told the story about how Jorge had fucked him so good in the barn that he cried. Richie blushed throughout these stories, trying to cover it up with sarcastic comments, but Richie was terrified. In his mind he had always thought that he and Eddie would end up together, that they would be each other’s first.

Richie was scared to death now, scared to approach Eddie. What could he possibly have that would compare to that Jorge asshole. He was just an inexperienced virgin who had never even really had a first kiss. He stopped making his usual jokes after a while, he had lost his spark and had no idea how to get it back.

It was two weeks before Halloween during his senior year. Richie was sitting in the library trying to study while his ADHD was working overtime. He had to focus on the calculus algorithms that his teacher had assigned in preparation for their big test, but he couldn’t. Eddie was sitting across from him, pink lips pouted as he read through his chapter on Reconstruction after the Civil War. The other Losers had bailed on the study session for a variety of reasons, but Richie hadn’t really pressed it. He and Eddie had hung out loads of times on their own. He was working through a particularly hard question when he noticed that Eddie was fidgeting a bit.

“Eds, my brain already has a hard time working right, please stop shaking.” Richie said, genuinely concerned about the task in front of him. Eddie apologized, but a few minutes later was back to his shaking. “Jesus, Eddie. What is going on in that brain of yours that you can’t sit still?” Eddie blushed.

“Hey, Rich?” Eddie started, nerves present in his voice. Richie dropped his pencil and gave Eddie his full attention.

“Yeah, Eds?” Richie could feel his stomach twisting, he didn’t like that Eddie was nervous to say something to him. They never had that problem. They were probably too honest by most standards.

“What...uh...what was your first time like? I know you’ve talked about a lot of different guys and girls, but I don’t know if I’ve ever heard the story of your first?” Richie went pale. He knew that he talked a big game, but he honestly figured that they all knew that he was lying. That it was all an act. He never would have expected that Eddie, his best friend, would believe his bullshit. He could continue the act, or he could just be honest with him. Cut the bullshit ask and just tell Eddie that he had made it all up because he was so shy about all of that stuff, and hadn’t done anything sexually.

“Honestly?” Richie asked, and Eddie nodded and looked at him expectantly. “I’ll...uh...I’ll have to get back to you on that one, Eds. I’m a virgin.”

“Jesus. I don’t know why I was expecting a honest answer from you. God dammit. I just wanted to know the truth…” Eddie sighed, he was disappointed.

“No. Eds. I am telling you the truth. I’ve never done anything with anyone. Shit...I...I’ve never even really kissed anyone before.” Richie rubbed his temples, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Honesty hurt like a bitch.

“Oh.” Eddie squeaked out. Richie looked up to meet his eyes. “Richie. I’m sorry that I brought it up. I was just talking to the other Losers earlier and they mentioned that I should ask you. I...I didn’t know…”

“Nah. It’s okay. I just, it kind of scares me I guess. I’ve been talking it up for so long, and listening to you guys tell your stories and I’m just...I’m just worried that I’m going to be really bad at it.” Richie breathed out. Eddie frowned and moved around the table to sit next to his best friend.

“When you find someone who is worth your time, worth the brilliance that is Richie Tozier, you’ll be just fine. You’ll be better than fine, you’ll be amazing.” Eddie tried to reassure him.

“Ha. Sure.” Richie said, but there was no humor there. Instead a thought started to blossom in his mind. “Hey, Eds? Would you maybe...would you be my first?” Eddie’s face turned red, he had wanted Richie for a long time. Had thought that he wouldn’t be experienced enough for him, that’s why he had let himself fall for Jorge. Why he had the subsequently given into pleasure and let himself become someone new and adventurous. He wanted to ready for Richie, and be good for him.

“Are you sure you want me to be that person?” Eddie asked, sort of ready for Richie to laugh in his face and tell him this was all a joke.

“Of course, Eddie.” Richie said, before a mischievous glint entered his eyes, “Besides it’s apparently much better with a friend.” Eddie punched him in the shoulder, but giggled nonetheless. He couldn’t deny that he loved Trashmouth and his humor.

It was no secret that Eddie’s mom was way too overprotective. She had not gotten better even after Eddie called her out on her gazebo bullshit. There’s no way that she was going to let Richie into her house for even an afternoon study session, let alone to spend the night. If Eddie played super sweet for a full week, she might agree to let him sleepover at Ben’s house. She like Ben’s doting mother after all. So Eddie primed his mother all week, did extra chores, acted like a sweet little mama’s boy, and then asked on Friday afternoon if it was okay for him to stay at the Hanscom house on Saturday night. She agreed only after Eddie told her that he was going to be working on an important project for his English Lit class.

Eddie of course had no plans to go over to Ben’s house. He had simply told Ben that he needed someone to cover for him, and Ben had agreed to be his lookout. He would intercept any calls if his mom decided that she needed to check on him. Eddie would be miles away, with Richie. He had the whole thing planned out. Mike was letting him borrow the farm’s truck, Beverly had gotten a whole bunch of fairy lights from her aunt’s flower shop, Bill and Stan had helped him find a whole bunch of pillows and blankets. All the Losers were in on it, well everyone except for Richie who was just told to show up to the orchard at the edge of the Hanlon farm on Saturday night at seven o’clock.

Eddie looked at his handy work, well his, Ben, and Mike’s. Okay, mainly Mike’s. Ben and Eddie weren’t much of a help with the manual labor part of their plan. Mike had parked the truck between the rows of apple trees, he had then strung the fairy lights in the trees and hooked them up to a portable generator that they used on the farm. Eddie had set up the blankets and pillows in the bed of the truck. As it got darker, they turned the lights on and all three marvelled at the sight. It was beautiful. Everything was going to be perfect for Richie.

Bill and Stan had done their part by keeping Richie too busy all day for his nerves to build and cause him to self sabotage. Richie didn’t know that the rest of the club knew about his plans with Eddie, just figured that Bill and Stan were trying to get him to do their dirty work. It wasn’t unusual. Bev had shown up around five, Richie had asked if she would be able to drop him at the Hanlon farm. She had agreed, telling him that she needed to pick Ben up from Mike’s anyway.

Richie walked along the Hanlon property line and into the orchard, he stopped in his tracks when he saw what Eddie had done for him. The lights twinkling in the trees, illuminating the bed of the farm truck, that was filled with pillows and cozy looking blankets. There was soft music flowing from the radio inside of the truck, and there was Eddie, beautiful as ever, waiting for him, standing right in front of him. Richie had tears in his eyes, no one had ever done something like this before, done something to make him feel special.

“Eds, oh my God.” Richie breathed out, pulling the smaller boy into his arms. “This is amazing. I can’t believe you did all of this.”

“Of course, Rich. Anything for you. I wanted to make this special.” Eddie stood on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Richie’s lips, sweet and simple. It was his first real kiss after all. Eddie needed it to be special for him. It may have started sweet but it quickly began escalating. Eddie broke the kiss, pulling Richie over to the bed of the truck and climbing in, helping him to do the same.

Eddie pushed Richie so that he was lying on his back and straddled his hips. He kissed him again, grinding his hips down into Richie’s slightly, pulling moans out of the other boy. Eddie sat up and peeled his shirt over his head, helping Richie to do the same. Their skin prickled a bit in the autumn air, but Richie knew that Eddie was about to warm him up.

Eddie kissed down Richie’s neck, sucking a mark next to the hollow of his throat. He kept his kissing voyage going down Richie’s chest and stopped at the waistband of Richie’s Jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans and snaked his hand in, palming Richie’s growing erection. Richie threw his head back in pleasure, he wanted so much more.

“Lift your hips, baby.” Eddie whispered, Richie complied and Eddie pulled his jeans off with ease. He was left lying in front of Eddie in just his boxer briefs. “Mmmm, Richie, you look so good like this, strung out, are you gonna beg me, baby? Beg me to fuck you?” Richie whined, desperate for Eddie to touch him. “Or are you going to beg to fuck me. I’d be good with that too, anything you want.” Richie bucked up into Eddie’s touch at that thought.

They shared another deep kiss, before Eddie was dropping his head to Richie’s crotch, pulling down the waistband of the boy’s underwear and letting his cock spring free. His cock was twitching under the attention of Eddie’s gaze. Eddie used his thumb to rub the slit, collecting drops of precum and sliding his hand down the shaft. He jerked lazily a few times, before moving his head down and licking just the slit, Richie groaned. Pleasure coursing through his body. Eddie took the head in, tongue working at his frenulum, then sunk his head down most of the way, using his hand to work what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He slid his mouth up and down his cock, varying his speed as he watched Richie fall apart from just his mouth. Richie was getting close, Eddie could tell by the sounds that he was making, he pulled off and jerked him a few more times, edging him off of his orgasm slightly. Richie whined.

“Baby, are you going to finger me open or do you want to watch me do it myself?” Eddie asked, pulling a bottle of lubricant and a condom from underneath one of the pillows.

“C-can I w-watch you?” Richie asked, mind hazy with all of the feelings. He never imagined his first time being like this. Eddie nodded and stood up in the bed of the truck, pulling his pants and briefs down in one motion. He got on his knees, straddling Richie’s legs, ass towards Richie. He used one hand to brace himself, sticking his ass out further so that Richie would get a real show. He coated three fingers in lube and slid them down the crack of his own ass. He circled his hole with one finger, teasing, before he pushed his finger in. He moaned at the feeling, keeping still for a moment before wiggling it around and then began thrusting in and out. He made sure to moan and make little noises, so that Richie would know that he was enjoying stretching himself open so that Richie could slide in. Richie reached forward and held his ass cheeks apart, watching as Eddie’s fingers abused his own hole. He added another finger, twisting his wrist, loving the slight burn that came with the stretch. Soon enough he was able to pump three fingers in with little resistance. He turned around to face Richie who leaned up and met him for a kiss. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Asshole! Don’t call me that when I’m about to let you stick your dick in me. Where are your manners?” Richie gave him a smirk and shrugged, but the smirk was wiped off of his face as Eddie tore the condom wrapper open and slid the latex down his shaft. Eddie poured a liberal amount of lube on Richie’s dick before shimming up his body on his knees and lining up the head of his cock with his hole. “Are you ready, baby?”

Richie nodded and Eddie lowered himself, slowly taking Richie in, inch by inch. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing his breathing as he got used to the size. Richie stroked Eddie’s hip, his mouth falling open at the feeling of Eddie’s tight heat around him.

Eddie wiggled around gingerly, becoming more comfortable. He raised himself slightly before sinking down again. Richie cried out in pleasure, and Eddie was moaning. He kept grinding his hips, lifting them and slamming back down with more and more intensity. Both boys were withering messes. Richie knew that he wasn’t going to last very long, but he wanted to make it good for Eddie too. He wrapped his hand around Eddie’s dick, stroking experimentally. The smaller boy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He slid up and down a few more times, Richie could feel the heat pooling already and couldn’t help himself, he tumbled over the edge and came with a shout.

Eddie pulled Richie’s hand off his cock and pumped furiously for another minute, cumming all over Richie’s chest. He moved off of Richie, before sliding the condom off and tying it, dropping in in a plastic bag. He used one of the blankets to wipe them off, and then tossed it to the side. Richie was waiting to pull him into his arms and pull blankets over them. Eddie smiled, resting his head against his chest.

“So, how was it, Richie?” Eddie asked snuggling in a bit more, the chilly temperature starting to get to him after being exposed to it for so long.

“Jesus fuck, Ed. So much better than I could have ever expected.” Richie rambled. “I love you. God I fucking love you. I want to do that with you so many more times. All the time. Jesus, I finally understand why the others are always sneaking off....” Eddie cuts him off by pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Trashmouth. If I knew you were waiting for me, I would have waited a little longer too, just to have you as my first.” How about we get some sleep and see about a round two?” Richie’s eyes grew in size and he nodded eagerly. Eddie laughs a little, and they settle in. Counting stars until they fall asleep.

#Reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #IT Movie 2017 #Stephen King's IT #Bill Denbrough #Stan Uris #Beverly Marsh #Ben Hanscom #Mike Hanlon #fluff #Smut #Slash #Meg Writes Things

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