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lxstbxyscave23 · 2 years ago

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Harsh Meetings ~ Billy Hargrove x f!Reader~

Currently punching the air rn, just forgot to save this draft after I finished it! It came out so good and now it deleted!! Rewriting this so I hope you all enjoy<3

Part two here<3

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Reader goes out to Starcourt Mall for self care and treatment when she is verbally and physically assaulted and bullied by the teenage jocks and nasty girls from Hawkins High, only for Billy to step in and defend her.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

Foul language, physical assault, fluff, aggressive Billy, soft Billy, words such as “Slut” and “Whore” are used and more. Mention of abuse. Brutal fighting. A bit OOC

If I missed anything for Warnings please let me know!!

Requested? No.

The sun was still high and bright. The last two weeks weren’t the best for you. Same ol’ bullying from the jocks and their girlfriends. It was now Friday and you were heading to your car, sun beaming on you. Billy was parked right next to your hot rod. His Camaro and your 1976 red and white Ford Mustang. You saw him leaning on his car waiting for his stepsister Max/Maxine.

You’ve met her before hanging with your little brother, Alex. Your whole family has gone to Hawkins high. It was now your turn and you were on your last year. Senior year. Prom was coming up, Tina voting to be Prom Queen. Chrissy as well. Tommy H, her boyfriend was voting to be prom King. You sometimes thought about being prom queen with the hottest guy in school. Billy Hargrove, who was currently staring at you with a smirk. You made it to your car and unlocked it.

“Nice ride, doll.” Cigarette in his mouth, puffing here and there. “Thanks.” You said shutting your door in his face. He chuckled to himself and let you ride off blasting Mötley Crüe. Your favorite, or at least Vince was. He was hot, his voice was gorgeous. And he had a killer bod. You may or may not have a poster of him on your ceiling, right above your bed. You’ve been to one concert of theirs and you absolutely loved it. He would look at you from time to time and wink.

Best day of your life.

You were speeding down the street right now. People staring. You reached home and ran up your stairs plopping onto your bed. Staring up at Vince..

“Today was hard Vincent..Tina and Carol..” You groaned rolling over and putting on your head phones, this time listening to Joan Jett.

“Midnight, gettin uptight. Where are you?!” You yelled as you sang her song. Getting up and dancing. “I hate myself for loving you!! Can’t break free from the things that you do!” Shaking your hips and kickings your legs while nodding your head. Whipping it every which way with a stank face. Her music is the shit!

“I think of you ever night and day!” You shouted earning a laugh. You spun around seeing your oldest brother, Lunar. Odd name yes but he was actually pretty cool. You took off your headphones with embarrassment spread across your face. “What?” You asked setting them down and staring at him confused. “Danny wants you to help us with the car.” He shook his head still laughing a little.

“Okay fine.” You nodded as he walked off and you shut your door, getting ready to change. This was gonna be messy. You shedded your clothes and threw on an old Led Zeppelin shirt and put on some baggy overalls. Leaving one strap hanging you put on some converse laying on your floor. You tied your hair up a little and jogged down the stairs and out into the front yard. Seeing Danny with the hood popped and a roller on the floor.

“What’s up?” You asked concerned about the car. It was a Mustang convertible. Your family are huge car people. All of you had your own hot rods except for Alex he rode his skateboard. Speak of the devil. Alex came riding down the street with Max and Lucas. Dustin riding his back a little behind trying to catch up. Where was Mike and Will? Whatever. “Okay well I was driving and heard something blow, the hood started smoking.” “Radiator?” You questioned. “Didn’t think about that..” He pursed his lips and laughed as he avoided eye contact knowing you were giving him a sharp glare.

You walked over as Alex’s friends came up the driveway. “What’s up Y/n.” Dustin gave a toothy smile as he raised his eyebrows in a funny way. He had a little thing for you but you never payed mind to it. “Hello, Dustin.” You smiled at him. “Your hair looks amazing today.” He complimented. “Dustin stop hitting on my sister!” You chuckled and patted Dustin on the back as you took a look under the hood. Touching a few things and taking close looks you finally figure out the problem.

“Yeah it’s the radiator.” You shrugged grabbing the rag that sat on the car and wiping your hands from the oil. “Can you fix it?” “Hell yeah I can.” You rolled your eyes and got to work. “I love a girl who can fix a car.” Dustin breathed out and fanned himself as if he was gonna faint. “Let’s go Dustin, we need to get him out of here before he decides to ask my sister out.” Everyone laughed and they ran into the basement. Mike and Will finally showed up.

“Hey, Y/n.” You waved to him with a smile still working on the car. You gave Will a generous smile in which he returned. “They’re in the basement.” You said and they thanked you before running into the house. “Wrench.” You said as Danny handed you a wrench making sure you knew what you were doing and not just messing his car up even more.

He turned on the radio as Quiet Riot started blasting for most neighbors to hear. You and Danny laughed when a neighbor came out and shouted at you guys, yeah your family wasn’t the most liked of the town. “Pliers and a screwdriver.” He handed them to you. “I heard about that Billy kid.” He said looking at you. “Yeah? What about him?” You asked really not caring just making small talk. “I heard his father abuses him.” He said with a straight face. You looked over at him with disbelief roaming your eyes. “No shit. Really?” You asked concerned. “Yeah man, Heard Max mention it to Alex when she came over one time.” Your mind was racing and your heart ached for him. “Who knew such a tough kid had that going on at home.” He said shaking his head.

“Poor Billy” You mumbled as you thought about the times whenever someone bumped into him he’d clutch his side. Man, everything’s coming together. You tested the radiator making sure it was good and started the car, giving it a few revs. Danny came around as you both grinned at each other seeing as the car looked and sounded badass. “Alright man, thanks!” He high fived you and pushed the hood back into place.

“Alright ima head out to the mall” You said as you ran inside rinsing your hands off with oil free soap. You ran downstairs and into the basement. They all looked up at you. “Anyone wanna come to the Mall with me?” Dustin was first to raise his hand smiling. “C’mon buddy.” You smiled as he stood up and grabbed his radio that they all had except Max.

“Anyone else, I have room for two more.” You asked. Max and Lucas raised their hands their hands. “C’mon.” You motioned your arm and jogged up the stairs together. “I’ll drop them back off here don’t worry guys!” You shouted from upstairs to hear them say okay. El came walking through the house looking for the basement. “Hey El.” Everyone said and she smiled and waved. “Hi guys, where’s the basement?” You pointed to the door and she opened in jogging down the steps.

“Alright kiddos.” They weren’t that younger than you but you liked seeking them as your younger siblings. They were the same age as Alex. 15.

You hopped in the driver seat as Max and Lucas got in the back. Dustin of course sitting next to you. “How was your guys day at school?” “It was okay until I saw you.” Dustin said giving a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re such a flirt.” You never saw Dustin that way, and never will. “Stop flirting with Y/n, Dustin.” Max said defending your honor. You chuckled and arrived at Starcourt Mall. Quickly parking you got out letting Lucas and Max out from your side.

“What store are we going in first?” Max asked low-key pumped to be here. “Well I was going to go into the beauty care store if you’d like to join? Dustin and Lucas can tag along or head to the arcade or something?” You looked towards them. “I’m down.” Max said as you guys headed to the store on the second floor. Lucas got distracted and walked off towards the food court. Dustin stuck by your side looking at everything in the store. “Whatever you’d like you can get Max, everything’s on me don’t worry.” You smiled at her in which she returned. “Thank you.” She looked around the store. “So what’re you doing after this?” Dustin asked looking at you. “Was planning on hanging out with Eddie, maybe have a “Girls night”.” He chuckled. “Can I join?” You nodded your head and continued on looking around. “Isn’t Eddie like your best friend?” You asked him as he picked up a face mask and quirked a brow at is causing you to laugh. “Yeah pretty much, we always play D&D together.” “That’s cool, he talks about you a lot y’know?” You looked at him to see he was smiling like a mad man.

“Really? What does he say?” You thought to yourself, he definitely looks up to him like an older brother. “That your his favorite in the group, he couldn’t imagine having any other friend than you.” Dustin smiled to himself looking at the ground. He was really thinking hard about your words. Did Eddie really say that about him? Eddie was like his role model, he wants to be just like him.

You nodded your head and picked up four face and lip masks. You grabbed some lip scrubs that smelled appetizing. Anything really related to skin care you grabbed. Loud footsteps heard- behind you. You turned your head to see Tina and Carol. Great. “Look who it is..Freak one and Freak two .” Tina said laughing with Carol. “Don’t talk to him like that” You defended Dustin who didn’t look phased by the words. “Look who’s finally taking action on her ugliness, honey these won’t do nothing for you.” Carol laughed out. “Leave her alone!” Dustin seethed out.

“Oh look the freak is getting mad.” Max came over and defended both of us. “Get out of here plastic bitches.” She said with an angry face. “Whatever.” They both said walking off. “Thanks Max.” You smiled at her. “Anytime, I always hated those skanks.” “You and me both” You laughed.

“You good Dustin?” You asked him concerned as you saw him look a little down. “I’m good.” He said smiling. “Okay bud.” You patted his shoulder and began getting ringed up. Max placed what she wanted on the countertop and smiled. You payed and grabbed the two bags heading off to look for Lucas. You found him at the food court sitting down eating a hot dog. He’s been quiet the who day, wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What’s up Lucas.” You said sitting down across him setting the bags down. Max and Dustin taking a seat as well. “Nun much, You guys hungry?” He asked pulling food out a bag. “I’m good thank you though.” You said with a smile and he nodded offering them food in which they took. “Do you think girls will be into me?” Dustin said. “No.” Lucas joked laughing. Max laughed a little. Dustin rolled his eyes. “Not with that thing you do.” Max joked.

“What thing?” You questioned, they all looked at you and laughed. “Lemme work my charm on you” Dustin said spreading his lips showing off his teeth. Making a sound that sounded like Chewbacca was here. “What in the what?” You laughed watching as he laughed too. “Don’t ever do that again!” Max said. “Why not? Don’t the ladies dig it?” He said smiling cheekily. “No!” Lucas and Max said at the same time. “I think it’s cute! Leave him alone.” You said rolling your eyes laughing to yourself. Dustin blushed and Max gave Lucas a look. Oh no. They probably think you like him!!

“Told you she was here!” Carol said from behind you guys. Timmy and his friends were behind you. “Such losers.” Tina said rolling her eyes. “What are you doing with these losers Lucas?” Tommy questioned. “Uh..Nothing.” He said defending himself. “Really Lucas?” Max said in disbelief. Lucas was a wanna be. Everyone knew that. “Come with us, leave these weirdos.” He said making Lucas stand up and walk over to them.

“You’re lost Lucas, you need to find yourself.” You shook your head telling him. He looked at the ground with saddened eyes. “Shut up bitch.” Carol said to me. You stood up and turned to them. “Watch what you say to me Carol!” You said to her making her roll her eyes at you. “Don’t threaten her” Tommy shoved you causing you to hit your back on the table. You just knew there was going to be a bruise. You rubbed your back a little and gritted your teeth.

Billy was sitting far behind you guys. He didn’t know what he was doing there just staring at how hot you looked. He always wanted a girl who could fix cars and you did just that, to be honest he had his eyes on you for a while now. He saw the way your voluptuous hips swayed when you walked. The way your thick thighs jiggled and looked so silky in your bathing suit when you came to the pool with your brothers.

He was dying and itching to get his hands on you. To make you his. He wanted to be able to sneak into your window at night and you two have make out sessions that got a little too heated. He wanted you. So so bad. He continued to look your way as he saw his step sister and her friends with you. You were always great with kids. His heart jumped and his blood ran cold when he saw Tommy push you backwards. He never stood up so fast in his life. It was like a fight or flight moment and he of course took fight. He always did. Dustin and Max stood up and helped her back up. Making sure she was okay.

Tina slapped you in the face causing you to immediately sock her right in the jaw. You had three older brothers, of course you knew how to fight. No little smack was gonna hurt you. “Go Y/n!!” Max and Dustin cheered for you. You could even see Dustin trying to hold back a smile. She grabbed her jaw and fell to the floor on her knees, that’s when Tommy leaned in and punched you in the stomach, it was the hardest punch you have received in a while. Not since you and your brother Danny would fight. You knew it was going to leave the biggest and purplest bruise.

No two piece bathing suits for you.

You fell backwards again and Dustin helped you stand as you bent over out of air.

Billy was furious, how dare they lay a hand on you! He lunged at Tommy and socked him right in his nose, everyone heard a loud crack and a groan from him. You were dry heaving, he had just knocked the wind out of you..Literally. Max was looking after you and she sat you down checking on you. Billy was now on top of Tommy, punching his face in. Blood was on his knuckles. Tommy’s friend grabbed Billy from behind and landed a blow to his back. That didn’t stop Billy though, he’s too tough for any of them.

You heard people shouting for security and that’s when you took it as your sign to round up all the kids and get the hell out of there. “C’mon let’s go!” You shouted to them and they started running. Lucas staying back a little and just staring at the mess. Tommy’s face was beaten to the bloody pulp. You handed Max the keys and told them to wait in the car. They ran and you went back for Billy and Lucas. Lucas ran up behind Tommy’s friend and ripped him off Billy as you ripped Billy off of Tommy. “C’mon let’s go before you spend the rest of your night in Hoppers office!” You yelled to him and grabbed his bloody hand. He finally moved back from Tommy.

“Touch her again and I’ll end you!” Billy yelled at him. You could see security rounding the corner as Robin and Steve walked out the ice cream shop to see what happened.

Holy shit Billy had just beaten the crap out of Tommy H.

You pulled his hand with you as you two bolted down the escalators pushing past people, you excused yourself and ran outside the building towards your car. Billy stopped you and turned you around to face him. His face inches from yours just ready to be kissed. “You okay, doll?” He put a hand to your face and rubbed your reddened cheek. “Yes..Thank you for what you did back there.” Lucas came running out of the building, towards you guys.

“Of course darling.” He said making you blush and look away, his finger bringing your face back up to look into his vibrant beautiful blue eyes. He leaned in, you felt yourself wanting to. But Billy wasn’t good for you, and you knew that. So you pulled away and turned on your heel. Opening your door you got in and Max handed you the keys. Dustin and Max in the back Lucas opening the door.

“You coming?” Max asked him shouting through Lucas’s open door. He shook his head with a chuckle and walked over to the car. Lucas pulled the seat back and Max scoot over. “Max sit on Lucas’s lap.” You said looking at her. She stared at you blankly. Then looked at Lucas who nodded slowly. She pushed herself up and sat on his lap. Me and Dustin made eye contact in the mirror. Giving a knowing smile.

You pulled the seat back for Billy, who jumped in and shut his door. He looked over at you and smiled. You started the car as he looked into the backseat. “Fuck no!” He said trying to turn in his seat and grab Lucas. Max yelped when he missed and pushed her back into Lucas.

You grabbed him by his wife beater and pulled him foreward so he sat right in the seat. “Don’t touch them Billy, or i’ll have to deal with you myself, trust me I have three older brothers.” You glared at him. He snarled before staring out the window. The snarl was hot but we needed to get the hell out of here. You revved your engine and skirted off, drifting down streets to get to your house. Billy gave you a smirk as he challenged you.

“Race me sometime.” He said giving you a flashy smile.

“I might just have too..” You winked at him and continued driving.

Part two, different day?? LMK if you guys would like to see this as a story continuing on in parts<3

Please enjoy, I honestly liked the first one better but it deleted and so I had to write a different version..

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the-backspin-alchemist · 3 years ago

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1, 2, 3, 4 Since Wizard College is a running gag in this campaign, 5, 8, 12, 13, 18, 19, 20

1) A story for every scar. Do any of their wounds have interesting origins?

He's still got the scars across his chest and abdomen from fighting his mother and nearly dying the first time around. He also may or may not have acquired a new scar across his back from getting blasted with necrotic magic by a golden dragon (long story)

2) Three songs that show their character progression.

That show *progression,* huh?

Alright. I think gonna stick mostly to the Haverthorne arc and beyond because before that he didn't GET much development beyond being an angsty jerkass. While in the Haverthorne arc he got a lot more of the spotlight and got fleshed out a lot more.

Getting to Haverthorne and dealing with Billy Estrive and his bullshit holding a mirror to his traumatic past, and thereby turning into a very angry asshole in the process: Keys to the Kingdom - Linkin Park

Post-Haverthorne breakdown/after killing Billy Estrive and leaving the Guild: Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park

Coming back and returning to the Guild after finding his parents' notebooks, and realizing he kinda couldn't just stay out of things again: Robot Boy - Linkin Park

3) If they were a god which god would they be?

This is a tricky one because Jace would repeatedly deny that he's anywhere close to worthy of godhood. He doesn't want it, doesn't believe he would make a good god figure at ALL. So if for some reason it were thrust upon him in the way it kinda ends up being in DND every so often...I dunno, maybe he'd want to take some sort of redemptive role. Become the god of the outcasts, perhaps.

Or, alternatively, challenge Lolth to a fistfight. And just become God Of Punching Lolth to Death.

4) What was their favourite subject at school?

Botany.

His dad was an apothecary, so he learned a lot about the sort of stuff that's out there in the wild from him.

He also did like learning to swordfight from his mom, as well.

5) What does their voice sound like?

Hmmmmm...I think I'd prolly cast Alex Zahara to voice him if I had to. He's been sounding more and more like Lockon Stratos in my head. It helps that there are character parallels.

8) What would their favourite tv show be?

Hmmmmmmm...okay ignoring movies I think he would find Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood to bea really good and he'd resonate so much with Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang collectively, given that they're trying to atone for having been involved in awful stuff.

Non-animation runner-up would prolly beeeeee The Witcher, again because of similar themes of atoning and finding family.

12) Do they have a type?

I mean for a while it was just. Ashes.

Recent events have thrown that into a complicated mess, though.

Given that he's ace(ish), not quite, but also kinda, in that he likes anyone that's actually kind to people while also being able to have a decent sense of humor. Which in the current party is basically two people. There's maybe a third NPC I could see him getting attached to if they spent time actually, like, conversing, but that hasn't really happened since the party rescued said NPC and her friends, and said NPC has eyes elsewhere as it is (and Jace would see this and kinda just...remove himself from the equation, as he tends to do as his usual reaction to such situations).

13) Playing video games, would they be a completionist, a speed runner, how would they play?

He'd be one of those people that does one run to experience the story properly, and a second run to get the Golden Ending if he didn't get it before.

18) What would their ideal home be like?

Goooood question....

Someplace with a small place to live, but with enough land to set up an herb garden and a shooting range for archery practice, plus or minus some space to set up for a pet mimic and a displacer cub or two.

19) What would they like their mark in history to be?

Honestly at this point he'd be happy if he could just manage to not be known for killing his mother. Sure, she was causing a lot of problems, and while some surface-dwellers might thing he's a hero for ending her if they found out it was him that did it, it was far and away the worst moment of his life, and is NOT something he wants to be known for, even as a war hero.

Hell, he'd love for everyone to just forget that, and to fade into obscurity.

20) If they could be a dragon, would they be a dragon?

At one point, probably, but now that he's met a few dragons the prospect has soured on him a bit...

#Ask Games #DND #Jace Caellos

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willsimpforazula · 4 years ago

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Sokkla Month Day 3: FMA:B AU

A/N: NGL i did toy with making sokka as mustang and azula as hawkeye but it be like it do. It was either this or Fate/Stay Night AU where someone needs a mana transfer (if you didn't know what a mana transfer is, good. pls stay pure) Anyways, without further ado-

Tunnels

Fifth Laboratory

Central City

As soon as Envy started to brag about how Ty Lee couldn't bring herself to shoot her wife in the face and the look of shock on her face, Sokka knew by the way her entire body was tensing up that this was not going to end well for both sides. While Envy was still oblivious, Sokka braced himself for the screams that were sure to follow the smug laughs.

"Congratu-fucking-lations Envy, you've just played yourself." Azula coldly smirked, her face in a sort of grin that reminded Sokka way too much of Kimblee that it sent a chill down his spine. Pocketing her gloves to reveal a transmutation circle etched into the top of her hand, she turned to look Envy in the eye before snapping her fingers.

Instantly, the room was filled with the agonizing screams of the homunculus as its tongue was set ablaze in a flash of turquoise. Glaring at Azula, she merely remarked "Remarkable, isn't it? After all, the human tongue has a rather high percentage of fat, which makes it oh so easy to burn."

Turning to the rest of the assembled group, Azula barked "Go find this Father guy, me and the lieutenant will deal with this sack of shit."

"You heard the man, let's go."

"But-"

"That's an order." Sokka barked to Aang.

"Look kid, we don't got much time." one of the Chimeras urged. Reluctantly, they started to move deeper and deeper into the tunnels. Before Envy could even move to block, it found itself on the receiving end of another sapphire barrage, scorching it from head to toe.

"So, you're the one who burnt Lust to a crisp." it huffed and puffed, as it spent the lives the Philosopher's stone contained to regenerate its health.

"Then you know just what kind of fate awaits you."

Enraged, it abandoned its human disguise and took on it's true form, a massive green hulking beast that had a host of faces stretching against it's very skin, their death masks an unnerving sight.

"I was just going easy on you, but now I'll make sure you and your pretty little boytoy there is going to- AHHH!FUCK!"

"You truly are a special kind of dumbfuck aren't you? First you openly brag about killing my closest friend, now you give me a bigger target to hit?" she laughed, before zapping him with rapid strikes that soon filled the air with smoke, soot and the ever familiar smell of burning flash that for a brief moment, transported Sokka back to that hot, blood-soaked sands of Ishval.

Sensing that it probably wasn't the best idea to hang around in the place where Lust got fried by her, it chose the only sensible option and ran on all fours into the labyrinth.

"Sokka, stay here. This one's mine to settle."

"She was my friend too!"

" Lieutenant Sokka Hawkeye , this is a direct order from your superior to stand down."

"Fine."

Turning to face the tunnels, she strode in with a singular purpose and aim. To avenge the death of Ty Lee.

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"Scar?"

"What is it?"

"I need to talk to you?"

"It's about the Colonel, isn't it?."

A nod. "I figured as much.", he sighed, "That face, the rage, I used to be like that long ago. The way I see it, she'll burn herself up long before she'll even get a chance to recover."

As if to emphasize his point, the sounds of Envy's tortured screams as it was relentlessly pursued echoed through the corridors. "Come, we need to keep moving." Reluctantly, Aang nodded and grit his teeth, steeling his heart to the blood curdling screams of someone getting burnt repeatedly.

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"Show yourself, you freak! Weren't you all high and mighty, boasting about your exploits, hmm? Too scared to pick on someone your own size?" she taunted, eyes peeled for any sign of movement.

"Come out come out wherever you are...or else I'll burn off your skin, bit by teensy bit, you worthless piece of crap." she continued, her voice raising by several octaves and taking on an almost sadistic tone.. Hearing the echoing cries and the almost sing song taunts, Sokka could stand it no longer and headed down the tunnels, his pistol at the low ready.

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Turning a corner, Azula heard an all too familiar voice call out "Hey there, Colonel." Snapping around, she saw Ty Lee standing in her uniform leaning nonchalantly against the wall, before she lunged at her. She won't dare to touch her, not if the-

Her thoughts were cut short as Azula's face, twisted with rage, blasted the lookalike with an unceasing torrent. For good measure, she even charred the cartilage in its left knee and burnt out the soles on the right foot in addition to singing its eyes.

"If you think I'm afraid of calling in fires danger close, need I give you a lesson in who I am?" her lips curling in a feral grin before blasting her once more. At this point, Envy knew better than to try and reason with her and ran. "So much for homunculi being the superior being." she tutted, her face stained with traces of soot and ash that left black streaks on her creamy white skin.

Taking respite in a mass of pipes, it spotted Sokka, who was looking for her, hoping against hope that she didn't completely lose herself. Even injured, it formed up a devious plan as it stalked him from the shadows.

"Fuck, this place is like a maze." he uttered, wandering through the tunnels. Hearing the sound of boots, he clung to the shadows. When the noise drew level, he aimed it at her face at the same time Azula pointed her fingers at him. For a brief moment, neither side let their guard down, before exhaling.

"Didn't I tell you to stay back?"

"I couldn't Colonel. Besides, someone needs to make sure you don't do something stupid."

"You're probably right. An extra set of eyes would be helpful."

Traveling a short distance, Sokka suddenly paused and leveled his gun at the back of her head.

"Do you know who your gun is pointed at?"

"Who? Don't make me laugh, when it's just us, the Colonel calls me by my first name." Turning to face her, Envy (who was disguised as Azula) smirked. "So you two really are that close huh." Letting out a small breath, Sokka executed a double tap to the chest and one to the head before replying "I lied."

Shrugging off his shots, Envy got back up and tried to rush him, but Sokka calmly slammed two rounds into the kneecaps, making it kneel on the ground as he leisurely holstered his dry gun and drew two more from his back, knocking out its arms and wrists before finally unslinging the rifle and giving the homunculus a dose of high speed lead poisoning.

Thoroughly pissed off, Envy lashed out and stabbed his shoulder, making him drop the rifle before it wrapped an appendage around him and smacked him upside the head. Before it could paint the walls with his grey matter, the real Colonel Azula arrived and toasted Envy, rendering its grip on him a pile of soot and ash.

"You truly are a glutton for punishment aren't you? First you kill my friend and boast about it, now you hurt my lieutenant? I swear I will burn you until you're nothing but a pile of ash and dust. And I've got all the time in the world, you miserable rat." Even as she spoke, her fingers snapped like a machine gun setting it ablaze over and over again.

"How many lives you've got left? Six? Sixty? Six hundred? No matter, it's all the same to me. Tell me, how does it feel to get your ass roasted by the very same person who killed Lust in the very same way?"

"Why you-GAH!!!"

"Stop, please!"

"What, not hot enough? I'll gladly crank up the heat. Stay back lieutenant, it's going to get a little toasty in here." Like a well oiled machine, her snap came almost naturally and any humanoid form of Envy was finally turned into cinders, whilst the tip of her gloves were starting to char and smoke. From the ashes, a green six legged slug-esque creature crawled away, it's squeaking voice lamenting at having been reduced to this form once again.

Without hesitation, Azula applied pressure on the offending creature, before commenting "So this is your true form. What a pathetic little being."

"P-Please-don't kill me!" it begged.

"Envy means jealousy, does it not? Well then, you won't have anything to be jealous of very shortly."

"Nooo please I don't want to die, not like this!!" it screeched.

Before Azula could turn the hapless homunculus into the next life, a sound of a hammer being cocked gave her paused.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"That's far enough. I'll handle it"

"What does it matter if it's me or you that deals the final blow? The fucker is going to die regardless, so lower your weapon."

"No. I cannot obey that."

"I will not ask again."

"Put your damn hands in the air, now!"

A burst of alchemically created earth wave soon took the decision making away from them as it launched it right into Aang's hand, who kept a vice like grip on it.

"Nice of you to drop by. Now hand it over."

"No."

"This is a direct order by a superior officer, hand it over."

"No."

"Are you asking for a fight and a court martial?"

"Bring it on by all means. But take a good look at yourself and ask, is this the face you want to lead Amestris with?!"

"Kill it if you wish, what right do I have as someone who has done the same. But I shudder to think what kind of world such a person held prisoner by their desire for vengeance would create." Scar added.

"Colonel, I have no intention of letting that slimeball live to see the next sunrise but please, this is not your fight anymore."

"No, you don't understand! I finally ran the bastard down, the bastard who killed Ty Lee! I-"

"But still, I cannot let you do something so reckless! Justice is what she needed, not this blind hatred for her killer. If this is how you act if one person wrongs you, what then will you do if a region or hell, another nation crosses you? Will you turn it into another Ishval? No, I will not let you."

"Please, let it go. I know you're better than that, Azula. I'm begging you, please!" "Go on, do what you need to. Then what?"

"Then it'll be the second last shot I'll ever take. After that, what else is there to live for?"

"No, that won't happen. That can never happen." Summoning her rage, she loosed off an intense jet that blackened the walls of a nearby tunnel, it's heat making everyone sweat like a hot August day.

Looking at the people around her, she remarked "Ironic, isn't it? Scolded by a child, lectured by a man who has all the right to seek vengeance against me for the crimes against his people and you, you-"

"-I've done it again." she ended mournfully. Clasping the hand that was still pointing at her, she gently lowered it down, saying "I've hurt you. Please, forgive me.", before kneeling at his feet, covering her face as the waterworks were out in full force. Holstering his derringer, he too dropped to his knees, and held her in his arms as she cried into his shoulders.

"Azula, I forgive you." he whispered in her ear, all caution and decorum thrown right out of the window as he rubbed her back in small circles.

"Really?" she looked up with red rimmed golden eyes.

"Really."

"Thank you, Sokka. For pulling me back from the abyss. I love you."

"I love you too, my little firecracker."

"Goddamnit Lieutenant, I can't believe you lied to me!" Envy squeaked.

"Shut up you pipsqueak, who gave you the right to speak!" Aang scolded, making it shrink back in fear.

"Hey Azula?"

"Yes?"

"We still got a transmutation circle to stop."

"Right."

"The usual place, 8 pm tomorrow evening?"

"As long as you're the one footing the bill."

"Deal. Now let's go."

#sokkla month #au #sokkla #sokka x azula #i could have had them eat each other's face out in the tunnels but it stopping daddy from making a philo stone was more important #not sure where to insert a secret tunnel pun #day 3: AU

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klariwitch · 4 years ago

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Southern Nights

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Tim was driving. Driving far away. Where was he going? Even he didn’t know that. Just, far away from Gotham, far away from California, far away from Paris, far away from from his family, from his friends, and most importantly far away from all the graves he seems to be collecting.

He halted the car eventually, he even climbed out of the drivers seat and took a look around. All around him he saw not much other than the open and empty dirt road—surrounded by fields of wheat. After all the stops, all the gas, all the hours of driving, all the lack of sleep and refusal to eat, he found himself here: in Kansas.

It was July. It was July and Timothy Drake had stolen his dad’s old mustang, drove hours upon hours, only stopping for gas because he felt he had somewhere he needed to go. It was July and Timothy Drake disassociated his whole drive and ended up in Kansas. It was July and Timothy drake was in Kansas.

Soon, he could only find himself running through those fields of wheat, wanting something else, anything else. He wanted to disappear right then and there, in that field of soft, golden wheat. He hoped the ground would open up and the earth would consume him whole.

So against the dirt he laid, staring up at the stars, a sense of nostalgia or deja vu hitting him in an instant. Because back then, there was always a shadow following him, an obnoxious, stupid, charming, handsome, comforting shadow. That shadow was long gone, emptiness only filling up that old void. And much like Peter Pan, Tim lost his shadow, only unlike Peter’s there was no finding it.

“Fuck. What am I doing here?” He pondered, standing up slowly in the moonlight. Unfortunately, the ground had not swallowed Tim the way he hoped, instead, Tim found himself heading back to the car, dirt on his knees and wheat in his hair. The soft sound of music growing as he walked closer.

southern nights

have you ever felt a southern night?

free as a breeze

not to mention the trees

whistlin’ tunes that you know and love so

A deep voice sung along with the lyrics, and upon approaching the road, Tim became face to face with him.

“Remember that one summer when you stayed over at the farm a few years back? Remember we went way out into the field because we couldn’t sleep, we took pa’s old radio and cranked it up to just the right volume for dancing. Remember how idiotic we were when this song came on? Well, even though we were just messing around while we danced to it, that was actually the moment I fell for you,” Conner smiled warmly. He sat on the hood of the red mustang, his head bouncing as he hummed along to the song.

Tim took a breath, he shuttered in the cold, walking back to the drivers side. Kon el, Conner Kent, the Superboy just admitted his love to him and yet, his presence made his blood boil. “I don’t know what sick fuck set you up to this but you need to leave,” Tim growled, a clear sob being pushed down as he spoke.

He couldn’t look at him, not now. Not after all the happened. “I know you’re not fucking real I’m just hallucinating or something,” He assured himself, giving a nod.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been following you for miles, Tim, hours. You just randomly left everyone without telling anyone where you were going, without saying goodbye..” Conner floated into the passengers seat, looking hurt by Tim’s words. “Why here? Why are you in Kansas, bud? Everyone was so worried, we thought Ra’s took you, or maybe worse.”

They sat in silence for several moments before Tim started up the car again, and in enough time his foot was on the gas and they were zipping down the dirt road, crisp wind in their hair. “I’m fine, and Ra’s isn’t here.”

southern skies

have you ever noticed southern skies?

it’s precious beauty lies just beyond the eye

“Why are you still here?” Tim called to his passenger over the loud radio, he didn’t even look at him, he could feel himself dissociating again, “I said, why the fuck are you here Conner?”

“I told you, you just left everyone, out of nowhere-“

“No!” The car picked up speed, and now Tim found himself face to face with the Kryptonian. “You’re supposed to be dead! You died!”

old man

he and his dog, they walk the old land

every flower touched his cold hand

as he slowly walked by

weeping’ willow would cry for joy, joy

“No I’m not, Tim remember Paris? Remember when you hugged me the time after that? How you said you were sure now? You knew that I was alive, I’ve been alive, I am alive!” Conner looked at him as if he were crazy. “Tim what’s going on? You took out your fucking tracker? I mean how did you even do that? Why? I just- I don’t understand.”

Tim couldn’t hear him though, he’d fell back down the rabbit hole of disassociation, much like the way he ended up here, only who knows where he’d make it this time, or if he’d even make it, period.

He could still feel the warmth in his heart from those nights, the times he was told Conner was indeed alive, the times he actually touched him, and yet he still insisted this was not happening. Going further back now, he could recall the moments of peace he felt when they danced that summer. They danced in the fields outside the Kent farm, an old radio blasting old songs for the two young friends. They danced like idiots, but Tim didn’t feel like an idiot. He felt at peace, he felt comfortable, he felt loved. They were young, naive, and he supposed in love as well.

Now, life was confusing. He was torn between his talks with his therapist, about him seeing things, hearing things, things that weren’t actually there, and just wanting to jump into Conner’s arms and cry on his shoulder. He knew he wasn’t real, after all this time he wasn’t just suddenly back.

“God. Fuck you Conner Kent. Can’t you see I’m grieving?” Tim shot him a glare, Conner returned a frown, he looked heartbroken. Part of Tim wanted to just reach out for him, he wanted to just give in so badly...he wanted to feel that warmth again.

mystery

like this and many others in the trees

blow in the night

in the southern skies

Conner put a hand on the back of Tim’s neck, dragging his thumb along the tips of his overgrown hair. The car sped up.

Tim couldn’t control himself anymore, he turned to Conner, hungrily grabbing his jaw as he pulled him close to kiss him. Conner ran his fingers through Tim’s hair, kissing him back just as eagerly. The two intertwined, grasping at one another like it was the end of the world—like if they let go they’d die.

southern nights,

they feel so good, it’s a frightening

wish I could

stop this world from fighting

Tim broke the kiss momentarily, catching his breath before he was pulled back in by his chin, the angle this time different than before. Now Tim had his fingers twisting through Conner’s hair, his other hand playing absent mindlessly with Conner’s T-shirt.

When he pulled away a second time, he felt a firm hand on his waist, he cradled Conner’s face in his hands, looking at him in the eye with tears as he whispered one soft “I’m so sorry”

Then they crashed.

And Tim went limp in Conner’s arms.

southern skies

have you ever noticed?

#kon-el #tim drake #superboy #red robin #timkon #kontim #timkon ao3 #conner kent #timothy drake #ao3 #ao3 feed

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ladyfiresfanfiction · 4 years ago

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December Deals - Supernatural Fic - Crowley x OC

The winds blew colder than usual on that gloomy December day. The waves crashed with ferocity and brought a luke-warm mess of water and sand to my bare feet. It had been three miserable years since I lost him, but on the anniversary of his death, I always visited our secret place. The little private beach off of Orange street and first avenue. It was our hide away from our parents, our problems, and our growing sense of dread. This stretch of land could protect us from the worst pains, the saddest truths, and the darkest lies. But like a set of keys, I lost him. He was gone, without a word, and it killed me every day. I always wondered if Jay was still around. If he could actually hear me talking to him. If he maybe came to visit me at my apartment, or tried to keep me safe in tough times. I could always feel him around me. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his laugh, see those bright, adorable blue eyes. But it never lasted long. I walked along the waters edge, chilling myself to the bone in my black wifebeater and fishnet arm warmers, and those ripped up dark blue skinny jeans. The only thing that was kept the slightest bit toasty were my feet, the sand was still a bit hot from the suns powerful rays. I carried my black boots and knee high black and red striped socks in my hand while I looked out far into sea. Jay was a big part of my life. He was like the older brother I never had. He could make me laugh, protect me, surprise me in so many ways. He always had my best interests at heart and no matter what I said, or did, he never judged me, never left my side. The thought of my heartless words and childish behavior still brings tears to my eyes. The last time I saw him, I was so self absorbed and selfish to even help him, and despite the over bearing sense of desperation and need, he listened to me wail about some guy who broke up with me before he went away to college. He held me all night on the eve of my eighteenth birthday. When I left, he told me he would be over at my house bright and early for a little celebration. But he never showed up. I waited all day, swearing at him for being late. I never once thought he could have been hurt or in trouble. It only started to hit me when I remembered how sad he looked before I left. He asked me to stay the night, that something felt wrong. But all I wanted to do was try and call my ex boyfriend, see if he could come over to talk. He just gave me this optimistic smile and said "things happen for a reason, you never know what the future holds". I thought it seemed so old world of him to say things like that, but in the future, he was right. I put on my socks and shoes and stood up, slapping the sand from my jeans, and turned to the long, tall hill that would lead me back to the deserted road. I put in my earbuds and let the music of my favorite bands take me away to another time and place. Mine and Jay's favorite Tool song, "Right in Two", blared in my ear drums as I walked. I finally reached the road and, as usual, was not paying attention. I walked right into a man with dark features and dressed in a nice tailored black suit. I fell backwards and when I looked up, he stared me down. He had this mischevious smile form across his lips, and he extended his hand to help me up. Cautiously, I let him hoist me to my feet and I looked at him. "How are you, Cassidy?" he asked. "How do you-" "I just know these things." he replied in a thick british accent. I thanked him for his help and apologized for my clumsiness before turning away and walking towards my car, which was parked down the road. When I turned to see if he was still standing there, he was gone. I made it to my car, to be startled at his prescence leaning against the hood of my prized '72 cherry red mustang. "How the hell did you get here before me?" I asked. "Just fast, I guess." he replied, coyly. "Seriously, you were behind me. I would have seen if you -" "Darling, that's not important. I have a message for you." he said, waving off my questions. We stood beside my ride, and I shivered. He was taking in the sights, and then he looked in to my eyes. For a man his age, he was pretty good looking. A few inches taller than my five feet, four inches. He had a cute, chubby face, and a bit of stubble. His hair wasn't too long, and a light brown. It kind of made me want to run my fingers through it. His eyes looked like a melted chocolate, and his smile was contagious. He had a pretty nice build, too. His style looked pricey, but it looked even better on him. I felt like I was getting sized up as he continued to look at me. I felt as if his eyes were burning a hole through me, into my damn soul. I couldn't stand the quiet and I was so cold I could barely feel my fingers or my face anymore, so I cleared my throat to get his attention. Upon seeing how icy I was, he offered me his jacket. It was big on me, but it was cozy and felt great wrapped around my shoulders. He asked if he could hitch a ride, and although I was scared, I was so attracted to him I couldn't muster up the courage to tell him no. We hopped in my baby, that I named Candy, and we sped down the street and on to the main highway. He asked if he could be dropped off at a bar that was, surprisingly, right down the street from my house, and I agreed. Puscifer's "Conditions of my Parole" blasted through the speakers and I caught him mouthing the words to the song. When the song ended and we came to a traffic jam, I turned in my seat and asked him what this so called message was, and from whom. "You know anyone named Jay Barnes?" he asked. I felt an ice cold chill run up my spine. "That was my best friends name, but.. He's been dead for three years now." I whispered. "Oh, I know. Was tradgic, really. But Jay told me to tell you that you're not at fault and to stop blaming yourself." he replied, while looking me straight in the eyes. The traffic cleared and I began speeding down the road, the man in the suit was digging his nails into the arm rests and swearing when I nearly collided into on coming cars and light poles. I swerved into another lane and went down a deserted street, about two miles from the bar, and hit the breaks, causing both of us to slam our heads against the dashboard. I frantically got out of the car and walked away a few paces. I heard him get out and jog after me. "I told the damn boy you'd react this way but he didn't want to listen." he said, grabbing my wrist. I backhanded him, leaving a red mark on his cheek. He backed away and saw that my eyes went from their usual green-hazel to a darkish, forest green. He rubbed at his aching cheek and began to speak again, weary of my random movements and frequent wheezing breaths. "I mean no harm, darling. Was just passing on a message as a favor to the kid." he said. "I don't know who in the hell you are, but my best friend did not come to you with a message from the grave! Who are you! What is your name?" I snarled. "Oh! Pardon my poor socialization skills. The names Crowley, and I'm the King of Hell." he smirked, and his eyes went to a dark black. I came to on the ground with him standing above me. My whole body was shaking and I could feel tears of fear leaking from my eyes, threatening to smudge my nearly perfect eyeliner. I backed away and he still came forward, and again, he helped me to my feet. "I'm not going to hurt you, relax." he said. "You're a.. A fucking.. Fucking.." "Spit it out, doll, I don't have all day. Yes, I'm a demon. What? Demons can't have nice clothes and be polite?" "Get the fuck away from me, or I swear I'll.. I'll.." "Shoot? Hate to break it to you but guns will only bring a bit of pain, but not death." he smiled. I was on the brink of hysteria when I took off running. The good looking stranger that was nice enough to give me his jacket was a fucking demon? And all these years I thought it was bullshit tales and lies to keep people in line. When I turned I saw my car getting smaller and smaller, but again, when I looked in front of me, he stood there and grabbed me by my waist. I screamed and kicked and scratched but he didn't let go. The last thing I remembered was begging for help, and then I blacked out. I woke up on a king sized bed with canopy curtains pulled in around it. It was dark out and I couldn't remember much. I didn't know where I was and for a split second, I thought I was in a high end hotel. But when I saw him in the doorway through the canopy, I froze. He slowly inched closer with his hands raised, signaling that he had no weapons or intentions to hurt me. I pulled the curtain back but kept the comforter pulled up to my shoulders, it felt so cold in the room. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, with his back turned to me. An overbearing desire to kiss him took over my body, but common sense screamed at me to run like hell. "I came to you because, not only did the boy ask me, but because you need help." he said softly. "Help? From a demon? HA!" I laughed. "I know this may be a bit hard, but can you please SHUT your damn TRAP and LISTEN!?" he shouted. If this would have been any other man, and any other time, I would have jumped him and let him fuck me around every corner of the earth while yelling at me, but instead I did as I was told and let him speak. "Jay is still around. He's been watching you ever since he checked out. He knows that you think it's your fault, he hears you when you talk to him. He won't leave until you realize what he did was his own choosing and no one could have stopped him. He can't be in peace until you finally let go and move on. Following so far?" he asked. "Yes, uh, sir." I spoke quietly. "Good. Now, what I am going to do will hurt but help both you and the boy. Do you want my help? Or, here's a better question; do you want Jay to move on?" he asked. "Of course, he was my brother!" I replied. "Take my hand, and hold on then." he said. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in Jay's apartment. He was downing whiskey straight from the bottle and looked like the poster boy for hell. I walked over, as if in a trance, and tried to touch his cheek. I called his name, but my efforts had gone unnoticed. "He can't see or hear you, honey. This is just a memory, so to speak." Crowley said, standing behind me. I watched as Jay looked through photo albums; they were of the two of us, his family, and then one of him and his ex fiancee, Taria. He wept and traced his fingertips over her picture, asking God why she had to die. He had struggled for six months over her death, and he never let any sadness show, but behind closed doors, I saw the emotional side of him I only wished he could have shared with me. His and Taria's song, "We're in this Together" by Nine Inch Nails played on his stereo, and the look in his eyes showed anguish and defeat. I watched him write his suicide note, take one last look at a photo of the three of us; Taria, Jay, and I, and then go into the bathroom. I followed behind, tears and shrieks escaping from me. I watched him get in the tub, now filled with hot water, and I watched him electrocute himself with his hair straightener. I cried out for him and when Crowley decided that I had seen enough, he brought us back to present day. "How could you put me through that?" I choked. "I'm sorry, Cassidy. I had to." "Why? So I wouldn't feel guilty? Well newsflash, genius; I feel even worse." I snapped. "Damn it, girl, you saw with your own eyes the pain he was going through. You saw that it had nothing to do with you, and no matter what, you couldn't save him! No one could! For fucks sake just accept it!" he barked. I sat on the bed and turned away from him. It was bad enough I was in a strange house with a member of God's public enemy number one, but I'd be damned if I let him see me cry. I laid on my side, facing a wall, and I felt the burning hot tears sting my eyes. I kept my moans to a minimum and kept as far away from him as possible. I heard him sigh and then after several minutes, felt his arm slide around my waist and pulled my back up against his body. I turned to look at him, and I saw compassion in his eyes. I didn't know what to think at this point. "Is there anyway.. I could bring him back?" I asked. "I'm sorry kid, but no." he whispered in my ear. "Please, Crowley, I'd do anything. I'd even sacrifice my soul." I pleaded. "What a nice gesture, but, still, the answer is no." he replied. I shoved him away and he fell backwards off the bed. "Well fuck you! What kind of pansy ass demon are you!?" I shrieked. "Sweetheart, you have no idea what you have just started." he said as he placed me on my back and hovered over my body. I looked up at him with curiosity. For all I know, he was about to murder me and hide the body somewhere. But instead, I just gave in to him. He was free to do whatever he wanted to me. His fingertips traced down my jawline as he leaned down and kissed my lips. They were warm and moist and sent electricity throughout my entire body. I couldn't help but moan. As the kiss grew deeper, I felt him smile into it, and his hands explored my curves. My tongue entered his mouth and I felt him begin to suck on it, it was new and exciting and made me feel like a giddy middle school girl. I felt his hands cup both sides of my face, and his own tongue began to rub against mine. He nibbled on my bottom lip and I slid my hands slowly up and down his arms, but then the reality that I was making out with a demon came in to play. I shoved him off and did a back flip off the other side of the bed, quickly throwing on my socks and boots. As I got up and made my way to the door, he stood in my way, looking down at me with eyes filled with lust and dominance. I felt my heart lodge in my throat as he grabbed me by my hips and slam me into the wall, his body pinned against mine and whispering in my ear that I was in alot of trouble and my best bet would be to let him fuck me and it wouldn't hurt... too much. I pushed back against him, trying to free myself from his grasp, but all it did was make me groan and make him press his lips hard into mine, stifling any sounds I tried to make. He yanked my hair back from my neck and let his lips wander down from my jawline, to my neck, and right along my collarbone. His kisses were rough and hard, and my knees were growing weak with each and every powerful kiss. His hands pinned my wrists into the wall, and I began to feel pain as his nails dug into my moist flesh. I was taking in short, jagged breaths while peering up to look at him. His facial expression was determined, concentrating on areas he somehow knew would make me turn to putty in his hands, and he looked as if he was happy with himself for turning me into his whore. He nipped at the sensitive areas on my neck, the last love bite drew a little blood, which he slid his tongue over. I arched into him and let out a whimper, which caught his attention. He freed my aching wrists and I jumped up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he kissed my lips again, he banged me into the wall, grinding against me, letting me feel every inch of his body melting into mine. He turned and threw me down on the bed, in which I half heartedly tried to sit up to see what he was doing. He smiled at me, clicking his tongue against his teeth, as if wondering what his next move should be. My mind was frazzled and I was more than turned on. I needed to feel every inch of him inside of me. He slowly walked over to the bed, bending down the slightest bit so he could lick my lips and bite down hard on my bottom lip. His hands were gliding through my hair, softly playing with every soft strand as he fell on top of me. Under him I felt like I was on ecstasy; my heart was racing at the speed of light, my mind was blacking out, and my body was shaking furiously. His hands, once again, trailed down my sides, his finger tips gliding down my rib cage, and slowly his fingers hooked into my jean loops, trying to yank my pants down a tad bit. I found the strength to take off his jacket and throw it on the leather desk chair behind him, and he locked eyes with me again. "Patience," he whispered in my ear, and his hot breath on my neck made a sharp breath stick in my throat, painfully. "When I'm through with you, I'll be carrying you around for awhile." I bit my lip as his last sentence played in my mind, like a broken record. He slowly pulled up my wifebeater, and with each inch he pulled up, he left a trail of kisses to my shaking form behind. I arched in to him again, and our bodies seemed to mould together perfectly. He rested one large, unwavering hand on the small of my back, holding me against him as he sucked and bit my neck. I went to work and began to unbutton his shirt. He ripped my wifebeater off, throwing the fabric on the other side of the bed. He muttered something about sloppy clothing pissing him off before kissing and licking the top of my breasts. I felt a slight film of sweat trickle down my forehead and along the sides of my face, with one hard, forceful move, he ripped my jeans off my legs without even unbuttoning them. I finally had his shirt fully unbuttoned, no thanks to my trembling fingers, and he quickly slid it off of his slightly muscular arms. He undid his tie painfully slow, and made a nice pile for his clothes on the nightstand, leaving me frustrated and snapping at him to finish what he started. "Oh, in due time, darling. Have a bit of patience." he would say, and then he pinned my wrists above my head and began to slide my bra straps off my shoulders using only his teeth. I bucked my hips against his, grinding my lower body in to his, letting him know I was more than ready for him to pound me in to the next century. He grunted, only once, and then stared me down. When my bra straps were down as far as they would go, he sat up, straddled over my body and yanked me up with one hand, and undid the bra hooks with ease. It went flying over his shoulder and he laid me down gently, smirking. He stood in front of the bed, staring at my nearly fully naked body. I felt as if I was being sized up, or as if he was taking a mental picture to add to his probable vast collection. I sat up, cautiously, and looked up at him. He nodded his head, as if giving me permission to undo his pants. With slow progression I had them unzipped and unbuttoned within a minute, and they fell to his ankles. He kicked them, along with his shoes, off and looked down at me. He shoved me hard into the bed and grabbed my legs, slowly pulling off my boots and socks. He threw them against the wall, looking disgusted at my now ruined attire. He leaned down, hooking his thumbs into the strings of my thong and ripped it off quickly. I sat up long enough to pull down his boxer briefs, and he kicked them off, placing his clothes on the nightstand. He stood in front of me, fully naked, and his length was something most girls only dream of having in a lover. I smiled up at him, ready for the most fierce sexual encounter I've had in my life, when he gently took my hand and helped me to my feet. "This will be the only time I'm careful with you" he groaned in my ear while he pulled me against him. "Bring it, black eyes." I choked out. He slammed me hard into the wall, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. I felt him get situated and shove his full girth inside of my aching cunt. I swore at him as he began to forcefully penetrate me. He wasn't slow, he wasn't gentle, he was an animal. I held on to his shoulders, letting my nails dig in as he continued to make me squirm and scream. He grunted like an animal in my ear as he continued to slam into me, making me bounce back against the wall each and every time. My hips ached as his hit them with such a force I felt like they would break, and my eyes began to roll in the back of my head, making me feel dizzy and see stars. He nipped at the soft flesh on my neck, making me cry out, and as he pounded my cunt, he let his thumb play with my swelling clit. I bit down on his neck, surely drawing blood, and I arched in to him again. When he was tired of banging me into the wall, he threw me on the ground, landing on top of me. He looked into my eyes, out of his mind with hunger, and kissed my lips hard. My legs lifted into the air, giving him more clearance to penetrate me deeper. With each and every thrust, he hit my gspot and made it hurt so bad I was sure I was bleeding. He kissed down my sweaty body, nibbling on my collar bone, breasts, and back up to my lips. Our tongues locked in a passionate wage of war that no one would win. My nails raked down his back, making it burn as he continued to thrust in to me, making me scream his name. My throat was hurting and turning raw, but I couldn't stop the uncontrollable urge to scream and swear at him. I heard his seductive chuckle, and as I let out a stream of cum, I shoved him off, pinned his wrists down to his sides, and whispered that it was my turn to have some fun. I carefully kissed down his sweaty body, leaving gentle kisses to his chest, down to his stomach, and held one last kiss to his lower stomach, where his happy trail began. He groaned, trying to fight me off of him, but part of him was willing to be submissive, at least for a little while. I let him go, looking up at him and smirking as he bit his lip in anticipation. At first, I put quick, soft kisses to the head of his cock, down to his shaft and back up, I slowly let the tip enter my mouth, and I swirled my tongue inside and out of it, making him swear and call me his dirty little whore. With each curse word, I sucked on the tip while holding on to the shaft with one hand. I massaged the shaft with my fingertips as I began to slowly let it enter my mouth, inch by inch. He was trying to move, trying to force it all inside my mouth and down my throat, but it was as if he was paralyzed. I held on to the base as it was all in my mouth, and I showed him what was any guys favorite ability in a girl; I could deep throat. "Fucking Cassidy, you slut." he grunted as I let it all slide down my throat. I let him hardened, pulsing dick slide in and out of my mouth, and sucked it hard like a lollipop. Each time it slid down my throat quickly, the precum was leaking more and more, and then finally, when he couldn't take anymore, he let a wave of it release into my mouth. Looking up at him as I slowly let his cock slide out of my mouth, I swallowed every last drop, and smirked as he lay there, shaking and muttering to himself. "This isn't over, you fucking bitch." he gasped. "Oh, but I think it is." I laughed, slowly getting off my knees. "Guess again." he said, regaining balance on his feet and shoving me on my stomach on the bed. He entered me from behind, pounding my pussy while his fingernails raked down my back. As he entered me with force, I gripped the sheets and felt him grip on to my ass as he shoved in every inch into my now swollen cunt. I cried out for him to stop as I felt the familiar pulse rage inside of me, but all I heard was him grunting over and over again, and making my head spin and the little breaths I did have stick in my throat. He leaned down, over me, while he fucked me senseless and placed several sweet kisses to my neck. With one last push, the muscles in my cunt contracted around him and we soaked the bed with our burning hot cum. He placed me on my back and fell on top of me, his face buried in my hair. I slid my fingertips up and down his spine, and turned to kiss his cheek. Our hearts beat against each others, and when we finally caught our breath, I felt his arms slide around my waist and his lips gently kiss mine. "How does it feel to be fucked my a demon?" he whispered raggedly in my ear. "Sinfully spectacular. How does it feel to be completely worked by a human?" I asked in return. "Let's just say, it was a pleasure working with you." he chuckled before kissing my lips again.

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selfships-in-spanish · 5 years ago

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Its october, any spoopy ideas for Ona and the mafia boys?

I SWEAR I WASN’T PLANNING ON TAKING THIS FUCKING LONG TO ANSWER YOU, BUT THIS LITTLE FICLET REFUSED TO GET WRITTEN. GAH!

But here you go :D it took a fluffy route, I’m so sorry. But enjoy these three idiots being disgustingly cute together. And the Jericho gang being awesome 👀

Also infinite thanks to @tinmiss1939 for helping me out and fixing mistakes :_) you rock, girl ❤️

The streets were full of people in all kinds of costumes, shouting and laughing while taking pictures, the kids going door to door with their candy bags ready and a joyful mood around everything and everyone.

Halloween was always an exciting holiday for everyone, costume or not.

This year Ona convinced Connor and Richard to find matching costumes and was actually delighted when they finally said yes. The plan for tonight was to go along with Cole into his ‘trick or treat’ journey with his friends and other parents, and when it was way past midnight, the three of them would go to the Manfred’s halloween party until the early hours of the day.

Ona was distracted of her thoughts when the roaring of an engine and a familiar song blasting loudly out of the car speakers appeared on her left. She squinted, trying to look who were causing such noises, only to find a grinning Connor with his sunglasses on and ready to jump out of a beautiful red cabrio car. Richard was on the wheel, smiling as he saw her. Ona noticed it was most certainly an old but in perfect condition model, certainly Richard’s. Her eyes widened when she saw the horse emblem on the grille. Was that Richard’s 1965 Ford Mustang?!

As Ona thought, Connor jumped out of the car but instead of walking he danced towards her, sliding his feet at the rhythm and choreography of Greased Lightning, even singing along, until he was right in front of Ona only to turn around and go back to the car to show off the leather jacket with the ‘T-Birds’ logo and letters in it.

Ona couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth with her hand even though she knew it was useless. Connor went back to her, grinning, and sneaked his arms around her waist. The music was lowered down as it jumped onto the next track.

“What’s up doll?” his grin was contagious and Ona couldn’t help but to reciprocate it.

She took his sunglasses off, finding his brown gaze smiling up at her.

“Hello, handsome.” He looked so different from his usual self, both him and Richard. Used to see them in the pristine suits and the perfectly ironed shirts, they were clad in t-shirts, dark jeans, boots and leather jackets. They even styled their hairs to go along with the Grease costume.

“Ready for a ride?” Connor’s plan of stealing a kiss was interrupted by a car horn.

“C’mooon, we’re gonna be late! And keep it PG-13!” Cole’s voice rose out above all the background noise and bursted their little bubble. Connor turned around, scowling, and saw Cole throwing himself back at the steering wheel while Richard easily prevented him from doing so. Ona snorted.

“He’s right, you know. The Williams are waiting for us and Cole told me he really wanted to show Alice his Link costume.” Ona unwrapped Connor’s arms from her waist and dragged him with her, giggling at his pout.

Richard opened the door for her, winking, and pushed it so it was wide enough for Ona to slip through. Connor jumped back in on the backseat, next to Cole who had the perfect example of a shit-eating grin. Connor mouthed “gremlin” at him, flicking his nose. Oblivious to what was happening behind her, Ona leaned towards Richard and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

“Lookin’ good, daddy-o.” Ona exaggerated the accent, wiggling her brows, but it made Richard laugh anyways. His cheeks turned slightly red.

Richard checked the side mirror for incoming cars, as well as the rear mirror to see if Cole had his seatbelt on. Once everything was in order he revived the engine, it’s roar powerful enough to make people look at them. Richard took great pride on his collection of cars and the absolute perfect condition he had them all in, and since Ona suggested them to go treat or tricking in Grease costumes, he decided it would be good to take his old mustang out for a little walk.

“Did you actually rehearse this?” Ona knew Connor wasn’t one for spontaneity, always needing to have everything under control, but maybe today was different.

“No.”

“Yes.”

The three of them answered at the same time. Connor and Richard looked dumbfoundedly at Cole, wounded that he would spill such secrets.

“Oh my God, really? Ona laughed, turning slightly around so she could see him better.

“Yes they did, and I have a video.”

“You did not–” Connor was tempted to strangle him right there.

“Papa has the video, tell him to show you later.”

Thank God they were stopped at a red light, because Richard turned around, slowly, and looking directly into Cole’s eyes he spoke in the most serious voice Ona has ever heard him.

“Tell me you didn’t record that particular thing.”

“In full HD.”

“You goddamn gremlin.”

Ona gasped. Richard never cursed or lost his perfect control unless he was very, very stressed out or just about to lose it. Now Ona was seriously curious about the incriminating videos.

“Richard! Don’t use such language in front of Cole!”

“See Rich? Listen to the teacher.” Cole was far too much of a smart-ass, but at any given opportunity of having the upper hand on his brothers, he would gladly take it.

“Don’t make me turn this car around.” Cole decided it was better to drop the subject. He really wanted to go trick or treating with Alice.

Ona looked at the sheer domesticity of this scene, how after getting rid of the masks and layers they wear for outsiders they were just a family with their bickering and brotherly fights, and she couldn’t help but smile and laugh.

“What’s so funny? Our dignity and reputation is at stake!” Connor whined, leaning forward to Ona’s seat.

“Well, now I really want to see the videos since they are so top secret.”

“You’re cruel, sunshine.” Connor mumbled into her hair, sighing.

The rest of the ride went smoothly, enjoying the chilly air and the halloween spirit. They reached Alice’s house and Luther graciously allowed Richard to park the vintage car in the garage. All Richard had to do was let Luther take Kara for a very short ride around the neighborhood.

The Andersons, Ona and Alice watched Luther speed down the street with Kara’s musical laugh raising above the engine’s roar. Alice took Cole’s hand and ran to show him their ‘spooky’ decorations on their garden. Since they were both dressed as Zelda and Link, Kara made sure to carve a Ganondorf jack o lantern. Luther helped, of course, he had quite a good hand with crafts.

The brothers and Ona followed the kids, marvelling on the beautiful kept garden. Ona observed how they both completely ignored the thriving rose bushes. Huh, curious. Cole and Alice kept talking, engrossed in a discussion about some story point about a game Ona didn’t remember the name. While watching over them, she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her waist. The smell of Richard’s cologne tickled her nose.

“I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you how beautiful you look.” Ona blushed at the feel of his lips brushing against her ear.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, stud.” Ona felt his smile on her neck. “I really dig the leather jacket.”

“You do?” Richard let go slightly of her waist, letting Ona turn around in his arms to face him. Connor could handle the kids for a sec.

“It gives you a bad boy look,” Ona stroked his arms, her hands going up to explore the expanse of his chest. The jacket fit just right, enhancing his broad shoulders. He was such a sight. “I really like it.”

Richard made a mental note to put on the other leather jacket he had buried inside his closet. He bought it on a whim but never had much opportunities to wear it. Now he had the perfect excuse to do so the next time they went to pick up Cole.

Kara and Luther came back, ready to go out for a night of walking and collecting candy. Cole and Alice ran outside, screaming and jumping around excitedly. Kara quickly went after them, leaving Luther talking about the mustang’s attributes with Richard, and Ona and Connor following them behind. The chilly air of the night proved to be a great excuse for Ona to inch closer to Connor. He wordlessly took her hand in his, brushing his fingers first. They both knew how much this gesture meant, as Connor always had his walls up, so when she glanced up at him Ona saw his small smile while he looked out for Cole. Tonight he wouldn’t care about people looking at them as some parents recognised their children’s teacher, looking at him, and for the public to know about his private life. Tonight was about Cole, about going out and have fun for the first time in years.

As the night went on, Kara offered them all a warm cup of coffee from her thermos that they all eagerly accepted, specially Ona; the fabric of her skin-tight trousers and shirt wasn’t exactly thick. The pink jacket could only do so much and open red pumps weren’t exactly autumn ideal footwear. Ona was taken aback, though, by the faint taste of whiskey in it, really not thinking Kara was someone who occasionally drank or drank at all. Given her gentle and soft manners, it was a surprise to find the burning sensation of the liquor there. Kara winked at her when she saw Ona’s surprised face, a tiny smile on her lips. Ona returned it.

Besides Kara’s coffee, Cole ran back to them more than once, giving Ona her favourite chocolate treats to quickly go back to the next house while slashing imaginary monsters with Alice.

They quickly lost track of time, letting the kids run and play until they exhausted themselves. It was way past 9PM that Cole and Alice began to grow tired. The sugar rush only lasted so long and they stretched every last second of it until they were almost tempted to ask Luther to carry them. After walking back to the Williams home, Connor, Richard and Ona left Cole to their care, knowing how excited Alice and Cole were for tonight. Little did they know when they left, speeding up to the Manfred’s manor, that the kids had a night of candy and videogames planned.

Ona had only visited to the Manfred’s manor once, for a dinner event the brothers had to attend and brought her with them as their date. She still was not used to the avant garde opulence of the manor, and even less to how nice everyone was. It was Simon who opened the door to them, smiling in his ghostbusters costume.

“I’m glad you could make it!” Simon stepped aside, letting them inside.

They could hear music beating loudly as they approached the door to the living room, people talking and laughing unaware of the new guests coming. Ona unconsciously straightened up, anxiety crawling up her body to settle on her guts. She couldn’t help but think about how most of the guests at this Halloween party were actual mobsters. Ona wasn’t stupid, she knew what she got herself into when the boys confessed their true professions after some incidents, but she still chose to welcome them in her life. It was still intimidating to think how all the people here were the sons and daughters of wealthy and important crime families. This was her life now. Besides, the Manfreds always treated her as if she was one of their own, being close friends with the Anderson boys and family. She felt at ease when Simon complimented her costume and proceeded to talk about the movie, being one of his all-time classics favourite.

North announced herself with a solid slap on Richard’s back, making him slightly stumble forward. She laughed loudly, proud of making this tower of a man stagger.

“I almost didn’t recognise you both! Who would have said we would live to see the day where you ditched the suits and ties and went bad boy for a day?” She winked at Ona. “I don’t know how you managed to convince them, but seeing how you are dressed, I think I may have an idea.”

The innuendo on her words made Ona blush and slightly stutter when she tried to mutter a response. She was not used to wear such skin-tight clothing, making her feel slightly exposed. Connor was the convincing one, begging her to wear the black outfit instead of the long skirt one.

“I see you ditched your costume to show your true self.” Connor crossed his arms, a smirk tugging his lips.

“Shush, mortal.” North righted the horns on her head, smirking like Connor. She was dressed as a devil with the wings and tail to go along. Oddly fitting.

They followed her outside where Markus and the rest of the gang were hanging out next to a small bonfire in the garden. As the night went on and grew colder, the warmth of the flames proved to be a comforting heat, making most of them stay close to it. Richard was currently in a heated match of darts with Simon, their accuracy absolutely terrifying, while Connor sat down in one of the chairs talking with Markus about something trivial, Josh and Ona kept the fire going, the young teacher sharing her fair share of stories about jumping bonfires on her home town’s festivities. That knowledge made Connor stop mid-sentence to look at her, mouth slightly open, making, in turn, Markus laugh at the scandalised expression of his friend. Josh whistled, not believing the sweet and gentle teacher was capable of doing such risky, crazy things.

“There was a lot of alcohol involved. Ask my cousin Jordi about it.” Ona hid behind her cocktail.

As the night went on, everyone got drunker and tongues got looser. This translated into Markus going for the piano. He looked at the Andersons with mischief in his eyes while he played the first notes of ‘You’re the one that I want’. This was no doubt North’s idea, watching delighted as Richard’s ears went red for what that song implied they wanted them to do. It was Connor who saved his brother from embarrassing himself, singing while going to where Ona was. He left his glass on a nearby table, extending his hand to her and winking. Drunk Connor meant carefree and silly Connor, and it made Ona giggle when he took off his leather jacket and moved to the rhythm. She played along, shrugging her own jacket off to let her shoulders bare. North cheered, encouraging them further. Connor couldn’t keep his hands off her, twirling her in his arms and pulling her back close to him. Ona let him lead, enjoying the open affection Connor was displaying. Ona laughed harder, breaking of character, when Connor shook his hips just like Travolta. Did he really rehearse this, somehow? Markus broke the magic of it all when he collapsed into tears and couldn’t play anymore, his belly hurting from laughing. He needed to find his forgotten glass to take a big gulp.

It went unsaid, but the Manfreds were very glad Ona had entered the Andersons’ lives. Seeing Richard smile and speak up more often, as he was doing now praising and congratulating Ona on her moves while candidly holding her waist in his hands, his lips on her ear, and Connor breaking down his self-imposed wall of indifference and coldness, leading to spontaneous jokes and silly, heartwarmingly moments, made them have a good feeling about their relationship. Even North, who had her reservations, quickly warmed up to Ona, seeing she was as inoffensive as a newborn kitten.

Speaking of which, she brought a box filled with hard plastic cups and ping pong balls.

They all quickly cleaned out a table, setting the cups and filling them with beer. After setting the rules and splitting into two teams, they began an unmatched battle. They both had a team member with incredible marksmanship, experienced players, calculating ones and finally, the ones who have no idea what are they doing but have lady luck on their side.

After almost knocking over some expensive furniture in excitement whenever someone had to drink, they declared yet another tie and split into small groups again, some going out to the garden, others raiding the kitchen for very late snacks, while others crashed on the sofa or whatever surface they may find. Simon decided the floor was enough and passed out under one of the many tables, even managing to snatch a pillow before curling into it. Connor couldn’t find Richard or Ona. Frowning, he went on a search for them, going out to see Markus and North talking while North poked the almost dead fire with a stick. No sign of his partners. They weren’t in the kitchen either, thinking Ona may have had one of her cravings of sweet snacks. But nope, not there either. Now he was beginning to grow worried.

A quiet giggle came from behind the giraffe next to the bookshelves and spiral stairs. Connor followed the sound, finding Ona on Richard’s arms on the floor while he rested his back on the bookshelves, mindlessly playing with her snow-white curls, as she spoke.

“Got room for one more?” His lips tugged into a soft smile.

“Only if you prove to be a good heater. I’m cold.” Ona rubbed her cheek on Richard’s chest, rousing a chuckle while he let her get comfortable. She was like a spoiled house cat.

“I’m not a walking furnace like Rich here, but I can try. Scoot over.”

Ona ended up sandwiched between them, feeling their warm bodies next to hers. Richard kept his hands busy playfully poking at her curls and freckles, while Connor kept droning about some Halloween factoids—Richard wasn’t paying much attention, honestly. Ona’s head rested on his shoulder, feeling suddenly completely drained from energy. The alcohol running inside her veins wasn’t helping. They were feeling a bit woozy too, so maybe it was time for them to go home and sleep it out. The next day could be spent in bed and not leaving the room for anything. Just a day for themselves. Richard sighed. That sounded good.

It was Markus who found them, quietly sneaking a picture and sending it to them for later. It was incredible how much they changed. For the better, he thought.

“‘Sup, love birds.” His teasing voice made Connor shut up at once. Ona mumbled something and snuggled closer to Richard’s warmth. “I see she conked out.”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we get back home.” Connor looked at Ona, already asleep.

“I’ll get the car.” Richard was about to move to gently pick her up in his arms and go for his car keys, but Markus hand stopped him.

“Why don’t you just crash here for tonight? We got plenty of rooms and comfy beds besides the floor.” The three of them looked back at Simon. Richard waved his hand at Markus, as if dismissing his proposal.

“It’s okay, I can drive.”

“How many drinks did you have tonight, Rich?” Markus raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“Uuh… three?” Markus brow rose higher. “Okay no, four. No. Five. Yeah, five.” Richard frowned, staring at the floor, thinking. “You have a point.”

“I don’t doubt your driving skills for a moment. God knows that even with a bleeding wound and about to pass out you drive like a devil behind the wheel.” Richard chuckled, remembering the mess they had to escape and the actual mess on his car’s leather interior—and the bullet holes. “Just stay the night. You know you are safe here.”

“Thank you, Markus.” Connor took Markus’ hand as he helped him get up, while Richard managed to lift himself off the floor with Ona on his arms.

They made it to the room, Markus disappearing to fetch them some pajamas while Connor gently woke Ona up so she could change and get ready to pass out again. Markus also brought water and painkillers for the morning, and North’s make-up remover with him, knowing how waking up like a trash panda wasn’t ideal. Markus let them rest, fist-bumping each twin and chuckling at Ona’s unintelligible words as she waved goodbye.

The house was quiet, the bed sheets soft and and fresh. Ona was already asleep again, curling closer into Richard’s chest as Connor spooned her from behind.

The brothers had no nightmares that night.

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followthru4 · 6 years ago

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The Newcrest Titans secured a strong win versus the Windenburg Falcons, 104-90. Rhys was the Titans leading scorer with 27 points, 12 rebounds, and 4 assists. His best friend, Orlando, finished the game with 20 points, 6 rebounds, and 6 assists. The team now sat with a record of 12 wins and 0 losses, making them first place in their division and conference. With only 4 games left on the season, they were the talk around town as the favorite to win the championship. Following the game, Coach Amador lectured his guys on remaining poised during the season.

Coach Amador: “Fellas, great team win tonight. Everyone brought their A game and it showed! I asked for us to be humble and we did. Thank You. Now I know its a Friday night, however please head straight to your dorms and stay in. I do not want any of our players running the streets. We’ll have practice bright and early tomorrow at 7am. Do not be late.”

“Yes Coach!” The team proclaimed in unison.

****(music)****

Walking through the hall with his Beats headphones blasting Rexx Life Raj, Rhys was in an upbeat mood following his good game and team’s win. It was always a great night after defeating the opposition so easily like his squad had done a few hours ago. Had it been a lost, his mood would be the complete opposite. Replaying his points scored, and coach’s advice in his head, he spots Orlando and Emmett in the hallway.

Rhys (in his head): Why are they both wearing our team jackets?

Orlando: “So that’s why we should just step bro.”

Emmett: “I don’t know man, coach said it’s lock down tonight.”

Orlando: “Ahh, come on! Don’t be a L seven on me tonight.” He said as he noticed Rhys coming down the hall. “Aye, yo Rhys!”

Rhys: “What’s up ya’ll. You two dating now or something? What’s up with the matching attire?” He asked with a chuckle.

Emmett: “This genius is up to another one of his master plans.” He said fingering quotations as he said master plans.

Rhys: “Oh yeah, what is it this time fam?”

Orlando: “Glad you asked.” He said with a smirk. “Join us, tonight we’re going to a penthouse party in San My.”

Rhys: “What?! Fool you’re crazy. San My is a solid hour, hour and a half away. Besides, coach said it’s lock down tonight.”

Emmett: “See, that’s what I said!”

Orlando: “Ya’ll some squares all of a sudden? Look, we just destroyed Windenburg, and its Friday night. Live a little fellas. Besides, we’ll be back in time for practice, so it doesn’t matter. Let’s go! The more time we spend standing here, the less time we got in the city.”

Emmett followed Orlando’s lead while Rhys stood in the hallway contemplating his best friend’s words. He knew it was absolutely not the brightest idea to go to the city after his coach ordered the team to stay put in their dorms, however he definitely didn’t want word getting around that he was some nerd or square dude who passed up on lit parties in the city. Rhys took a deep breath, as if it were his last, and proceeded to his dorm to change his attire.

****(music)****

It took the guys exactly 45 minutes to get to San My. Emmett drove a 2014 Ford Mustang and showed off his GTS engine, going on average 92 miles per hour the entire way there. It was shocking not a single cop noticed the speeds in which Emmett raced down the highway. Rhys was exuberant to be out of the car, as he felt he might not make it to the city alive. Orlando on the other hand loved it. He always was one to enjoy adrenaline rushes and living life on the edge. He blasted hip-hop music the whole ride, yelling every lyric like the songs were written by him. It reminded Rhys how he became friends with Orlando in the first place. He, simply put, just didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Rhys often wished he had that kind of spirit, however his best friend gave him the balance he was desiring in that.

Once inside the penthouse the guys made their way downstairs to the party. It was a large pool area with dark lighting and scenic views of the city lights. Neither of them had ever seen the city this close and personal before. They instantly felt like kings. As they headed in the direction of the DJ booth they found a couch area and decided to park it there. They didn’t know everyone in the party, so this spot was perfect for viewing and keeping a look out on the entire place.

Orlando: “We made it fellas, and those ladies twerking over there look DTF.”

The guys laugh at Orlando’s comical statement while observing his description. Two young girls were in fact twerking away to the beats of the infamous DJ Onix. He was a regular throughout nightclubs in San My, so seeing him at this private party definitely made the guys feel like royalty.

All through the night folks were having a good time. There was no drama, no mess, and no party goers got sloppy or wasted drunk. Rhys was enjoying his time with his crew, forgetting all about how they snuck out of their dorms against their coach’s word, when his eyes noticed a familiar face.

Emmett: “You got to admit my pass to you cutting to the basket was sweet. I put that thang right in the perfect place for your dunk though!” He said with excitement, reliving the moment with jubilation in his voice.

Orlando: “Hell yeah you did! It made Widenburg’s coach call a timeout and chew his guys out.” They laughed at the memory and noticed Rhys wasn’t chiming in.

Emmett: “Ain’t that right, Rhys?” He said nudging his pal.

Rhys: “Huh? Uh, yeah. Yup, fo’ sho!” He forced a response and chuckled.

Orlando: “Man, he don’t know what we’re talking about. Rhys, who got you shook bro?” He said laughing.

Emmett made eye contact with Rhys and followed his eyes. Once he knew what Rhys was looking at, he took control.

Emmett: “Aye, yo, Sage!”

Rhys: “Bro, what you doin?!? He asked surprised and somewhat irritated.

Emmett: “Chill, I got you bro.” He replied with a smirk.

Rhys: “Nah bro, for real, you don’t need to do this.”He was more nervous to speak to Sage than upset at Emmett for calling her over.

Sage walked over to the group of guys with a bright smile. Rhys couldn’t tell if it was the moon shining through the penthouse windows or her grin that shed a spotlight on their night. His heart skipped a few beats as he caught a quick sniff of her scent. Lavender, with a hint of shea butter and vanilla. It appeared she was keen with her appearance and health.

Emmett: “How you doin’ little sis?” He said giving her a hug.

Rhys (in his head): Little sis?! What the fuck?!

Emmett: “This is my homeboy Orlando.” He said pointing to his right. “And my good friend Rhys, I don’t think you two have ever met.” He added, with mischief in his voice.

Sage: “Hey Orlando. I heard you had 20 points tonight. Good job!”

Orlando: “Okay little sis, keeping up with the squad I see. Thank You.”

Sage smiled at the compliment and then turned to Rhys. “Hi Rhys.”She said with a calm and soothing tone. It was like music to Rhys’ ears to hear her say his name. It was definitely something he could get used to.

All Rhys could do was smile and throw up a hand to wave. Orlando had never seen his best friend so awestruck by anyone in their entire life. Not even the time they met Michael Jordan at a basketball camp their freshman year of high school.

Emmett was equally surprised and gave Rhys a quick nudge as to snap him back to reality.

Rhys: “Hey.” He was able to let out after encouragement from Emmett.

Sage: “What are you boys doing here? Does coach know about this?”She asked, knowing her brother and that most likely they snuck out.

Emmett: “Ah, don’t worry about all that. I should be asking you the same thing. What are you doing here freshman?”

Sage: “I was invited by my friend.”She said turning around and looking in her home girl’s direction. “She really wanted to come, but didn’t have a plus one.”

Emmett: “Well just be careful out here tonight, and don’t drink too much.”

Sage: “Okay, dad.” She said rolling her eyes. “Bye guys, nice to meet you.”She said locking eyes with Rhys.

He froze with her eyes locked on his. It was as if time stood still and it was just her and him. He imagined all the discussions they could have with one another if they weren’t at this party. He would ask her to dance, convince her to ditch her friend, and just converse with her all night. He wanted more of Sage, not physically, but spiritually. That’s when he knew she was the one.

Orlando: “I mean if I knew he was going to freeze up like a little school boy at the sight of your sister, I would of left his ass in Newcrest.” He said teasing Rhys.

Rhys: “Whatever fool, I heard you that time. I’m not frozen, just...She’s just...”

Emmett: “Go ‘head bro, you’ve got my blessing.” He said feeling the energy from Rhys and knowing he had nothing to worry about. He had never allowed any of his friends to talk to his baby sister, and there had been many growing up. Now she’s a young adult, and in college, so he felt it was time to release his big brother reigns and allow her to do her own thing. Besides, what better way to keep dibs on her than to allow one of his closest friends to court her?

Rhys: “You sure bro?” He said, eyes wide, and bushy tailed.

Emmett: “Yeah my man.” He replied with a smile. “She likes comedy movies and cheeseburgers. Thank me later.”

Orlando laughed at Emmett’s subtle advice. “Aye, come with me to the bar. I need a damn shot after all this cupcake talk.”

Emmett and Orlando left Rhys and walked over to the bar. Meanwhile, Sage had made her way back to Janae. Rhys noticed they were hysterically laughing about something and hoped they weren’t bagging on him and his boys. He swallowed his nervousness, slid a piece of gum into his mouth, and mustered up the courage to ask Sage for her time.

To his surprise she agreed, but took a few minutes to say goodbye to Janae first.

Sage: “I’ll text you when I’m back at the dorm. Hell, I might even just come to your room and wake you up.” She said with a grin.

Janae: “Please don’t, just text me bitch. Be safe.” She replied with spunk as she waved and walked away.

Sage and Rhys took a seat on a nearby couch and began their first one on one conversation. Rhys had waited for this moment since their first session in Business Communications.

Rhys: “This party is pretty lit, and this house, my god.”

Sage: “I know right.”She said surprised that he began their first conversation without being all cheesy or directly hitting on her. “And this view, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Rhys: “Me....either.” He said pausing between his words as he was referring to her looks and not the skyscrapers against the city skies.

Sage: “So, how was your game tonight?” She asked, knowing how he did but not wanting to mention that on their first encounter.

Rhys: “I played well.” He replied, wondering how she knew Orlando’s stats and not his. “I had 27 points, wanted 30, but maybe next game.”

Sage: “Ooh, Mr. Big Baller I see.” She gassed him up with a smile.

The two continued their conversations for the rest of the night. They discussed his interest in basketball, along with his production on the team. They also conversed about their Business Communications class, and how easy it appeared it would be. She shared with Rhys her interest in cheeseburgers, just like Emmett said, and comedy movies. Rhys was on cloud nine in her presence and didn’t want any of it to end. Sage ended up riding back to the city with the boys. She and Rhys sat in the back seat together, but remained respectful of each other’s space. Rhys didn’t want to rush, or give her the impression he only wanted one thing. He was looking to build a true friendship, and make her his girl, forever.

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Super Mean and Nasty 409-Powered 1962 Chevy Bel Air

While the Beach Boys crooned about a “really fine … 409,” how about a totally refined 409? That’s the lyric of this Bel Air bubbletop owned by James and Sandy Eudy. Its fuel-injected mill is thoroughly modernized, boasting 484 cubes and 557 ferocious horses. Not only that, it has an array of other superb upgrades.

Before covering the remarkable craftsmanship that went into the car, here’s some background. In 1961, the Turbo-Fire 409 bubbletop (so named for its abundance of window glass) launched the era of muscle cars. Before there was ever a Chevelle, Mustang, or Charger, before the 454 LS6, 427 FE, or 426 Hemi ever thundered down the streets of America, at the front lines was a new 409 big-block V-8. This engine would instigate a horsepower war among the Big Three auto manufacturers lasting well into the 1970s.

Initially putting out only 360 horses (and fittingly, 409 lb-ft of torque), the 409 offered 19 more cubes than Ford’s then-new 390ci engine. This bigger displacement inspired the Beach Boys tune noted above, but the siren song of horsepower would soon get a whole lot louder.

Originally, the 409 was supposed to be simply a stroked and punched-out 348 Type W truck engine but ended up having a number of differences. The 409’s crank required heavier counterweights, and its shorter connecting rods had more angularity and thus extra side-thrust on the pistons. Due in part to this additional stress loading, the 409 had forged aluminum slugs, allowing it to rev big time, topping out at 6,200 rpm. The higher spin rate required beefier valvesprings for better seating, and the cam was hotter as well.

As for carbs, in 1961, the 409 had a thirsty four-barrel Carter, but in the following year had dual four-barrel Carters. It also received some significant upgrades in the form of a recast block and improved heads with larger valves, plus a better intake and higher compression ratio. The 409 soon blasted out 409 horses, and in 1963 would hit a peak of 425 horsepower.

Which leads us to the Eudy’s bubbletop, built by Neil Lea of Rods and Restos (Centre, Alabama), from a concept drawing penned by Eric Brockmeyer. As noted at the outset, this restomod’s engine offers a quantum leap in both displacement and output, courtesy of Lamar Walden Automotive (LWA).

Fitted to the engine’s custom intake is a batch-fire EFI system from FAST with a 90mm throttle body. Neil likens the system to the Corvette LT1’s. While not as sophisticated as a sequential setup, it gets the job done.

Fittingly, Neil has a “git-r-done” approach to building rods and customs (his Alabama twang sounds remarkably close to Larry the Cable Guy’s). When the engine arrived at his shop he replaced the water neck by fabbing up an aluminum-plate water box at the front, studded with aircraft-style rivets, and he mounted the thermostat to the side. He also installed reservoirs for the water and power steering with “floating” (blind) fasteners.

“It’s amazing what you can figure out when you have to,” he notes.

When Neil came across the car initially, it was partially restored but still in a million pieces, with the doors off and no drivetrain. He disposed of the spindly factory frame, a simple X-member with the doorsills serving as braces. “It’s terrible,” he points out, referring to the chassis flex. While watching another 409 bubbletop twist on the dragstrip, he was surprised that the windows didn’t pop out.

For improved rigidity, he replaced the bendy X-frame with an Art Morrison chassis, lengthened two inches. “Like a Funny Car,” he notes, as he’s always admired that style and used it on a number of project cars.

The suspension pieces are tubular Mustang-style at the front, and a Ford 9-inch in the rear. Baer six-piston disc brakes provide modern stopping power. Another Funny Car inspiration is seen in the 2-inch mini-tubs that allow for deep-dish Forgeline wheels, measuring 20×10 with 4-inch backspacing.

After using fitment rims on hand to determine the look and stance of the car, he then channeled the body, creating a 6-inch lip for the wheelwells. He cut and lightened up the rockers, using new floorpans to hold the body together. He also eliminated the pinch welds. “I hate them,” he gripes. “So I smoothed them out.”

How much did he lower the ride? “As much as it needs,” he quips, based on his years of experience. “The stance is the most important thing,” he adds. “If it doesn’t catch your eye from across the fairgrounds, you won’t go to it,” he wisely points out.

The engine sits higher as well, in order to “get the bay to look full.” The custom hood hinges were made by Ringbrothers.

At the front bumper are wire-mesh “speed grilles” that serve as air inlets, along with a spoiler. The grilles in the rear bumper look like pressure-relief ducts but are really just for looks. The bumper also flows underneath into the custom gas tank.

Inside, the dash was reconfigured by hand with narrower pods, but not so much that it “blasphemed” the GM design. The front seats are from a Lexus, upholstered with distressed orange leather and matched in the rear by Paul Atkins.

Stepping back from the overall project, “I tell you right there that the ’62 bubbletop is a handful,” Neil admits. “It’s such a big car.” Even so, it wasn’t all that bad, since he still was able to git-r-done! CHP

Tech Check Owner: James and Sandy Eudy, Bakersfield, California Vehicle: 1962 Bel Air

Engine Type: 1962 409 Displacement: 484 ci Compression Ratio: 10.5:1 Bore: 4.3725 inches Stroke: 4.000 inches Cylinder Heads: Lamar Walden Automotive (LWA) aluminum Rotating Assembly: Chevrolet 454 crank with Eagle rods, TRW pistons Valvetrain: LWA rockers and pushrods Camshaft: Isky RR-639/260 solid roller Induction: Custom EFI, sheetmetal intake, 90mm billet throttle body Ignition: MSD Exhaust: Custom stainless steel equal-length headers Ancillaries: Philip Boykin wiring harness, FAST ECM Output: 557 hp Machine Work: LWA Built By: LWA

Drivetrain Transmission: TREMEC TKO 600 five-speed Rear Axle: Ford 9-inch, 3.70 gears

Chassis Front Suspension: Art Morrison chassis, tubular control arms, Morrison/Ford spindles, Strange coilover shocks, adjustable antisway bar Rear Suspension: Art Morrison four-link, Strange coilover shocks, adjustable antisway bar Brakes: Baer 14-inch rotors, six-piston calipers

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Forgeline ZX3P 18×8 front, 20×10 rear Tires: Yokohama Advan Sport

Interior Upholstery: Paul Atkins Interiors (Hanceville, AL) Material: Distressed orange leather Seats: Lexus (front); rear custom-built by Paul Atkins Interiors Steering: Art Morrison rack, Billet Specialties wheel Shifter: Rods and Restos in-house custom Dash: Custom dual binnacle Instrumentation: Classic Instruments Audio: Infinity HVAC: Vintage Air

Exterior Bodywork: Rods and Restos in-house custom Paint By: Shane Young at Rods and Restos Paint: PPG 9700 Jet Black Hood: Custom trim and cowl vent filled Grille: Custom air inlet Bumpers: Narrowed and sectioned, all seams welded up Chrome Plating: Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating (Grafton, OH)

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