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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Best Laid Plans

Rafael Barba x Bryan Kneef x Reader. DP (double penetration) for kink bingo. This is MMF and MFM. Oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex. This basically goes straight to filth, very very little plot. NSFW!

WC: 2811

AN2: Forgive any typos. ‘Tis late here on the East Coast.

Summer in Chicago. Hot, humid mornings meant a 50% chance of a thunderstorm in the evening. Most days you were prepared, stashing an umbrella in your oversized shoulder bag. Except this morning you changed bags and as a result, you forgot the umbrella.

The rain pelted down hard, soaking you instantly. You ran down Michigan Avenue, looking for refuge in the nearest restaurant. You ran with your bag over your head, serving as a poor substitute for an umbrella. Your shoes squished and squashed in an obscene manner and you scrunched your nose in disgust. Spotting an awning ahead of you, you jogged towards it in hopes to catch a minute and wait for the rain to stop.

You caught your appearance in the glass reflection of the building you were in front of – The Talbott Hotel. You looked like a drowned rat, with your mascara running down your cheeks and the sopped wet herm of your dress which stuck to your thighs. You sighed.

“The bar has a bathroom miss if you’d like to freshen up and warm up until the rain stops.”

You looked up at the doorman standing there. You gave him a small smile and nodded, thanking him as he opened the door for you.

The bar was fairly quiet, which surprised you for the time of day. You took a seat at the empty bar and ordered a scotch, two fingers, with a twist. You opened your purse and sought after your make up bag. You grabbed a handful of red napkins from the bar caddy in front of you and began to fix your appearance. You cleaned off the mascara that was on your cheeks, swiped on some concealer and re-applied mascara. You took a claw clip and pinned up your soaked hair. Unbeknownst you, two sets of bright green eyes were watching you curiously.

Acid jazz played throughout. The bartender came over and brought over your drink. You placed some cash on the bar, covering the price as well as tip before hopping off with your bearings and drink to an empty table. You settled into your seat and scanned the bar.

You had a bad habit of people watching. A force of habit from your time as a barista in college, getting to know everyone – who were the regulars and who weren’t. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. When you checked your messages, you let out a sigh – your friend who was meeting you for dinner, cancelled. Your stomach growled in response and you shoved a handful of peanuts into your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully as you pulled up the weather app on your phone – it was going to rain for at least another hour. ‘Might as well grab dinner here.’ You thought to yourself.

You looked up again, looking for where the bartender went, when you found yourself staring at a handsome older man with dark hair and suspenders across the way from you. He wasn’t alone – another man was with him, but his head was down and he was busy scribbling something down. What caused you though to freeze in tracks, was that the handsome man in suspenders was staring at you.

Even from across the distance, the intense smoldering stare from the man in suspenders caused your cunt to kick. He was painfully attractive, with dark hair that greyed at the temples. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off strong, tanned forearms.

The man who accompanied him turned to him to whisper something in his ear. The one in suspenders smirked and nodded. Heat deep down your belly and between your legs was stoked.

You swallowed hard as the man in suspenders made his way towards you. Your heart raced in your chest.

“This seat taken?” The man in suspenders asked. You shook your head and he smiled as he sat.

“I’m Rafael.” He stuck his hand out and you took it, shaking his hand gingerly.

“Y/N.” You replied, focused on how pretty his lips were with perfect peaks on the upper lip and fullness to the lower one. His eyes are breathtaking and you could imagine yourself getting lost in them for a lifetime.

“Are you here in Chicago for business or pleasure?” Rafael asked.

“Pleasure, I hope.”

You both look up at the voice who made its presence known. If you had thought Rafael was handsome, this man was sinful with equally bright green eyes and a full beard that you instantly wondered what would be like on your skin. As a matter of fact, he seemed rough and unfinished – screaming danger in a way that made your nipples go tight and your throat go dry.

“Bryan Kneef – this is Y/N.” Rafael introduced.

A wolfish smile graced Bryan’s face and you felt the skin on the back of your neck prickle.

“Have – has anyone ever told you that you two look awfully alike? Cousins? Twins?” You asked genuinely.

“So we’ve been told.” Bryan chuckled. “But no – not related. Just happy coincidence.”

“Coincidence? Or conspiracy?” You asked, arching your brow as you took a long swig of your drink, emptying it. You relished in the burn that the amber liquid made its way down your throat. You leaned back in you seat, watching the two men intently. You were soaked in more ways than one – your dress left nothing hidden. Your nipples were hard as rocks and your panties were soaked in more ways than one.

“Can we buy you another drink?” Bryan asked. You nodded.

You gave a nod and Rafael stood, making his way back to the bar. You watched Rafael as he walked away and then looked at Bryan.

“Why don’t you ask me what you really want?”

Desire was flush on Bryan’s face and his eyes twinkled. “And what do you think that is?”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, two gorgeous men like you. One of me. No wedding bands. I’m not stupid.”

“No harm in having a little fun.” Bryan replied as he sipped his drink.

“You say that to everyone?”

“We know what we want. No need to beat around the bush.”

Rafael returned with a fresh drink for you. You thanked him before taking another long drag. Both men watched your neck bob as you swallowed the drink. You placed your drink down and wiped your mouth.

“This is too good to be true.”

Bryan tipped his head towards Rafael. “He’s only in town for one more night. So we want to make the most of it before he heads home.”

“And where is home?”

“New York.” Rafael replied. He leaned over and placed a hand on your exposed thigh. Your skin was cold and the warmth of his hand caused images of a becoming night flashed through your mind.

“And how exactly would this go?” You asked, taking another sip of your drink. You were aware of the small circles being traced on your skin and you had to bite your check from letting out an involuntary moan.

“We’re very good at sharing.” Rafael rumbled, as both men shifted their seats to be closer to you.

You nodded – the very idea of you and two men was thrilling. You finished off your drink, slamming it hard on the table. “Okay. I’m in.”

Fortunately for you, Rafael’s room was conveniently right in the Talbott Hotel. You dared not to look at anyone in the eye as you made your way through the hotel lobby. Bryan’s hand was pressed on the small of your back guiding you to the elevator bank as Rafael followed from behind.

Not a word was spoken on the ride up to the top floor, where Rafael’s room was. You felt wild and bold – this was completely unlike you. The hotel elevator opened up to a grandiose suite, with floor to ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of Lake Michigan.

It was still raining, the sky was dark and haunting as lightening flashed through the sky and thunder rumbled. You walked around the room, taking in the lavish and opulence ahead of you.

You turned around and found both men watching you intently once more. You made your way to the bed, knowing they’d be watching your every move. You undid the buttons of your dress, peeling off the wet material, leaving you clad in just your panties and bra.

Both men smiled at each other and then moved towards you as one, making quick removal of their clothes as well. “Are you ready?” Rafael asked.

“We’re going to take you every which way possible. Tonight – you are ours. We are yours.”

“Yes.”

You lay against Rafael’s chest, his strong arms wrapped around you, playing with your breasts. Bryan’s hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread as his mouth worked your pussy. He licked a broad stripe along your cunt, before taking your clit into his mouth and suckling. “Oh God,” you groaned as your head lolled back, lacing your hands into his dark hair. You pulled at his hair, tugging as your hips rocked against his face. “Don’t stop.” You groaned as his warm tongue landed on your clit.

“Oh he won’t.” Rafael murmured as he sucked on the pulse point on your neck. He tugged and rolled your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Bryan snaked two fingers from under, to slip them into your warm sheath, pumping it slowly. “Fuck!” You moaned. Bryan chuckled, sending vibrations along your body before he resumed licking you. His tongue abused your bundle of nerves over and over again. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Bryan’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Bryan licked you through your orgasm and then pressed kisses up and along your trembling thighs until he was fully over you. You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and hungry, tasting yourself on him. The kiss broke and as you swallowed air, Bryan pulled Rafael into a kiss. You watched stunned as you were sandwiched between them. The two men kissing was thrilling, like watching two tornadoes collide, further deepening your arousal.

“Mmmm.” Rafael moaned as Bryan broke the kiss. “She tastes delicious.”

“You should have a taste.” Bryan encouraged. “She’s sweet like candy.” Rafael nodded and Bryan sat back on his haunches. Rafael encouraged you to turn around and sit on his face. You acquiesced his request and did so. You let out an obscene moan as Rafael fucked you with his tongue. You lowered yourself so you were face to face with his cock, and took him deep in your mouth.

“Yes, suck that cock.” Bryan encouraged as you sucked on Rafael’s cock. Bryan laced one hand into your hair as his other fisted and pumped his cock.

“You’re such a good cocksucker.” Bryan praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. Rafael’s cock felt heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You took a breath before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove both men wild.

You didn’t ease up. You pushed his cock gently to the side, so you could access his balls. As you sucked gently on his balls, Bryan took Rafael’s length in his mouth. Both of you worked Rafael. You gasped, releasing his balls as Rafael began to finger fuck you as well. A strand of saliva connected you to him.

“I am going to cum,” Rafael warned. Bryan pulled off his length and pointed Rafael’s cock to your mouth where you took him in deeply again. “Mmmm,” you hummed, sending vibrations up and through Rafael’s body. Rafael’s grip on your thighs tightened and without warning he began to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically. Suddenly your mouth was flooded with the taste of his hot, salty cum as he released into your mouth. Rafael shuddered as the last drops of his cum released into your mouth.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Bryan rumbled, deep and low, his mouth by your ear. You swallowed all of Rafael’s release greedily, but some still managed to drip out of your mouth as you released him from your mouth.

Bryan kissed you, tasting Rafael’s release and he let out another groan. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

You whimpered, watching him pump his massive cock. “Please.”

Rafael reached into the drawer and tossed a condom to Bryan. Bryan tore the condom and rolled it on, before joining his twin on the bed. Both men kissed once more, and you could see Rafael’s cock come back to life. You crawl over between them and both men break the kiss before each of them take turns to kiss you. Finally, you settle over Bryan and sink onto his cock, as Rafael pressed kisses along your back. Rafael took your arms and pulled them behind your back as Bryan thrusted up into you.

“How’s that cock feel?” Rafael questioned, his voice dripping with lust.

“So good, so fucking good! Oh God!” You pant. “Don’t stop.”

“Lets see how pretty you look coming over that cock.” Rafael encouraged as he reached in between to rub your clit.

“Fuck yes, Jesus!” You cried out. Bryan grunted as he gripped your hips hard as he fucked you with everything he had. You let out a squeal as he hit a sensitive spot in you.

“Lean her forward, Bry.” You hear Rafael command and Bryan brings you the way down, so your forehead to forehead. His tongue is in your mouth, his hands on your tits. You feel lube drizzle all over your ass and you realize what Rafael was going to do. You heard the sound of foil tearing and your heart began to race. You had never done this before but you were excited to try it.

Rafael pressed the swollen head of his cock against your asshole and slowly pushed inside. The burn made you clench around Bryan more. Once Rafael was all the way inside, both men started to thrust slowly, alternating to each other, quickly finding rhythm. You let out a wrecked moan. You never felt so completely full in your life. It was all too much – you were completely foregone into the pleasure. Bryan’s cock was deep in your cunt; Rafael was deep in your ass. A sharp spank landed on your ass from Rafael, causing you to squeal.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my –” you babbled incoherently.

“Are you going to come like a good little slut on our cocks?” Rafael grunted as he continued to fuck you in long, rough strokes.

“Yes, oh God, yes!” you cried out. You pussy throbbed with need and you were so close to the precipice again. You don’t care – the only thing that mattered was how perfect this moment was – you didn’t want it to be over just yet. Bryan stroked your clit with his thumb, slowly, teasingly, working you to your orgasm. Just a few additional circles on your clit by Bryan and you were done. You wailed both their names over and over again as you came again, your pussy gripping Bryan’s cock and your ass clenching Rafael’s cock. It had never been this intense, and you completely dissolved into pleasure as your orgasm rippled through your body. It was almost blinding; sounds were fuzzy, almost like white noise. Rafael slumps over you, the weight of his body on yours, causing you to be sandwiched. His body moved easily with Bryan’s increasingly rough thrusts. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Y/N!” You could barely hear both men shout your name as they each came.

Rafael withdrew from your ass before he flopped onto the bed. He removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can while you remove yourself from Bryan. Bryan does the same as Rafael. The three of you remain in bed, hands wandering, caressing and stroking. The three of you manage to get some rest before deciding to order room service. After dinner, the three of you fuck some more, making the most of Rafael’s limited time.

It’s late and you realized you need to get home. You re-dress, your clothes half-dry and half-wet. You all exchange phone numbers and make plans to reunite the next time Rafael is in town.

Bryan and Rafael each offer to call a town car and you shake your head. Both men stand in front of the elevator and you give a small wave as the bank closes. As you make your way down, you find yourself grateful for a little rain and cancelled plans.

FIN.

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theunvanquishedzims · 4 years ago

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The Michigan Fleet authors posted their AUs so here are mine

theunvanquishedzims: I have SO MANY Boat Boy ideas but I'm sitting on them because I came up with a bunch halfway through the book and they got jossed by the end rollerskatinglizard: Hah! Uhhh, sorry? I think?? theunvanquishedzims: (i.e. Basil gets sad and weepy over Rich and Liam flirting at a party, Trimmer plays fairy godmother a la ripping half his shirt off, giving him a pep talk, and sending him back out there to Win Back His Man) rollerskatinglizard: *whooping* theunvanquishedzims: Jossed so hard rollerskatinglizard:Okay, that's DELIGHTFUL rollerskatinglizard: Trimmer is the most terrifying fairy godmother rollerskatinglizard: Anything else? :Dc theunvanquishedzims: Lemme get my notes rollerskatinglizard: *gleeful wiggling*

theunvanquishedzims: Okay so I stopped reading when the Sympatico grabbed Rich during the storm and it took me a month or so to get back and finish, so I was under the impression that the ship was still being fixed in drydock and not, y'know, actually being crewed and sailed. (Trimmer yelling "just let her sink" hits reeeeeaaaallly different when you know that) rollerskatinglizard: Ahaha oh dang theunvanquishedzims: So the big idea was the gangsters needing something from the Sympatico. Not the general thugs and delinquents crewing the Sympatico but the actual organized crime of the Fleet, who were getting pretty used to using ships like the Sympatico to run their dirty deeds through. Except it's basically impossible to get what they need out of it, even when they drag out one of the old IST guys. He finally tells them Rich was the one who did the heavy lifting for the past few years rollerskatinglizard: Ooooh! rollerskatinglizard: What an interesting idea! theunvanquishedzims: Hang on I need to restart rollerskatinglizard: Ah yes, computers theunvanquishedzims: Sorry, that turned into a dinner break and running errands During which I came up with a couple new AUs theunvanquishedzims: Okay, back to mafia: they track Rich down, probably snag him after he's been out boarding. Off work, not expected back on the ship, tired from all the exercise, etc. They're not overtly threatening, just pick up his skimmer and politely suggest that he comes help them, and he probably goes quietly because there's like, six of them. I'm thinking only one of whom was actually posted on the Sympatico theunvanquishedzims: So they get back to the Sympatico. She's been temporarily decommissioned until the Fleet can fix her broken processes, but that's also a cover story by the mob. They want to clear out all the smuggled goods and information, but she's basically a ghost ship, silent and empty, and even the other IST guy couldn't get more than a few blinking lights. She's sulking basically, she knows they're not there to fix her so she's digging in her heels and playing dead. Like a toddler going ragdoll when they don't want to go to bed. theunvanquishedzims: They explain to Rich that they can't get a response and want him to take a crack at it. "Has she said anything?" "Who?" "The Sympatico." "...we didn't talk to it." "Well that's half your problem right there." theunvanquishedzims: At this point you should watch Show Yourself from Frozen 2, and the crystal scene from Atlantis the Lost Empire. Stepping into the place you've been called, making your presence known, and having a greater power reach out for you. Shiny lights, chasing the spark of life to its source, and having the power consume and embody you. Rich is used to it but it's probably pretty freaky from the outside, and way less magical-looking than a Disney movie. Probably more like when Magneto activated the machine in the first X-Men movie. Step up, turn it on, and suddenly it's sucking the life out of you, making you a living battery theunvanquishedzims: In my head I am picturing the glowing blue eyes, lights cracking along the skin like lightning or circuit patterns, the implants glowing in his temples, standing at a terminal like a star trek deck, maybe a faint breeze-like movement of the hair and clothes to indicate the sheer power radiating off of him. In reality it's probably more like he falls down, gets up, stumbles along to a good spot out of the weather, and curls up in a secluded defensible spot to stare emptily at the wall for a few hours while lights randomly go on and off around the ship theunvanquishedzims: Just being trailed by six very wary mafia dudes who have probably never seen someone mind-meld a ship, and definitely not solo. He's like a zombie, and when he does talk it's very clear he's talking for the both of them theunvanquishedzims: If any of them are in sync with the ship they definitely feel the !!!Rich you're back!!! vibe theunvanquishedzims: No idea how that resolves, I guess it depends on how powerful the mafia is. If they're the kind of entrenched criminals who are ongoing characters, then they have Rich scrub out what they need then dump him back on his skimmer to face the fallout alone. He might report it to the spooks? Or at least try to tell Basil and Mitch theunvanquishedzims: If they're not recurring characters then they were definitely being tracked by the spooks, who move in once the Sympatico comes back online. Rich has to answer some very tough questions but he cooperates fully and winds up digging up a LOT of dirt out of the Sympatico, now that the mafia showed him where to look. It's another one of the super traumatizing moments that makes him look cool and heroic. Oh yeah, totally got kidnapped, single-handedly piloted a ship, and helped bust the mafia, please stop talking about it, I need a nap, and also someone to go with me next time I go boarding. theunvanquishedzims: (And then I finished reading the book and found out that the Sympatico had a new crew and was out on the water with her AI still fried and broken, how did no one notice that)

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theunvanquishedzims: Okay I don't have Trimmer's voice well enough to write this fic so I'm feeding it to you raw: Trucker AU theunvanquishedzims: Rich is a long-haul trucker, much to the disappointment of his elder sister Angela, who is in law enforcement and thought he had a decent future in it too. Athena is a pro wrestler and totally down to support her brother traveling the country (and hopefully being in the same city as him sometime, she wants him to see her kick ass!) Rich wants to pursue a degree in [tech or engineering] but college is expensive, and trucking is a good way to make money, on top of which you don't have to pay rent when you're on the road. So he's saving up for school, probably listening to a lot of audiobooks, podcasts, and training guides while chugging along. theunvanquishedzims: Not nearly as bad or sketchy as the Sympatico, but life on the road can get pretty sketch sometimes, especially when you're alone. Enter Trimmer. Or rather, enter Rich into the middle-of-nowhere trucker stopover bar where Trimmer is getting his ass kicked. theunvanquishedzims: (Gonna go ahead and say the bar is called the Sympatico, and this is a very bad night to be there, which is saying something because any night at the Sympatico is a bad night to be there.) theunvanquishedzims: Fortunately, Rich is not trapped there by the cold uncaring waters of Lake Michigan, he can just turn around and leave when he sees the nightly fight brewing. Unfortunately, he has a weakness for cute twinks, and no matter how much the guy is insulting their mothers four on one is really not fair, so he winds up wading in, scooping Trimmer up, and murder-stalking to the exit theunvanquishedzims: [At this point I pause to stare out the window and wonder wistfully what their canon meeting was like, who approached who, if Trimmer just straight-up used his lunch to hire a bodyguard or if Rich did the "are you gonna finish that" puppy-eyes and Trimmer realized how easily he could be bribed, etc etc] theunvanquishedzims: In the Trucker AU Trimmer waits until they're outside to go feral goblin on the arm that's holding him, Rich drops him, and negotiation commences theunvanquishedzims: I don't have Trimmer's backstory nailed down, the "teenage runaway" archetype doesn't really suit someone with a large loving family, but safe to say that whatever lead him to hitchhiking across the Midwest he is determined to see through out of sheer bullheaded stubbornness. The only thing worse than calling your parents to bail you out with bus money home is calling your grandma. It might have involved stabbing a college advisor when the guy got rapey, he's technically not on the run from the law, he DEFINITELY is not on track to getting his degree. Halfway between college dropout and missing person. If he was wealthy he'd be backpacking Europe for a semester, but he's not, so he's hitchhiking America. And getting molested by truckers, because Trimmer can't have nice things. theunvanquishedzims: He is really not interested in getting molested by Rich! But, as Rich points out, he did just save him from getting stabbed, Trimmer doesn't seem to have any exit options for this backwater town, and holy #&$^ the bar's on fire. (The Sympatico burns to the ground that night, to the betterment of the world at large.) rollerskatinglizard: You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this But you should totally post it Splick and Roach would both scream in glee theunvanquishedzims: Rich and Trimmer get out while the getting is good, and it's nearly dawn before they finally hash out details. Rich offers to drop him off at the next town, but they're still pretty close to the epicenter of the mass exodus so the next few hundred miles are probably not going to be safe for Trimmer. By this point Trimmer has found a bunch of the old textbooks Rich bought secondhand to study in his free time and come to the conclusion that [this nerd is a nerd] his story checks out. Just a college kid trying to scrape together the cash to get an education and make a decent living. Reminds Trimmer of Trimmer. (Reminds Trimmer of Joey.) rollerskatinglizard: ;u; <3 Beautiful theunvanquishedzims: So now Rich has a little traveling buddy! Helps him stay awake on the long hauls, lets him use the carpool lanes, even reads to him out of the textbooks sometimes, with commentary. Trimmer is really smart and surprisingly easy to get along with. They nap in the cab, eat in diners, and share motel rooms. Trimmer unclenches a little. Rich is good about not asking personal questions. They definitely watch Athena's fights on tv more than once, much to Rich's chagrin and Trimmer's loud encouragement. He started fanboying over it to annoy and embarrass Rich, but it is surprisingly cathartic to watch someone get trash-talked and respond by just BODYSLAMMING their opponent. ("Why are you rooting for her, you're the biggest trash-talker I know," Rich mutters into his beer, face bright red as Trimmer whoops and high-fives the waitress he got to change the channel in the sports bar.) theunvanquishedzims: ("She would wipe the floor with me," Trimmer responds with a smirk, watching smugly as Rich tries to figure out if Trimmer is having impure thoughts about his baby sister) theunvanquishedzims: (They have already established that Trimmer does not have impure thoughts about Rich, that Rich DOES have impure thoughts about Trimmer, but as long as he stays in his own motel bed that's fine.) (Trimmer still sleeps with a knife under his pillow but doesn't bother in the cab, where their co-naps occasionally verge on snuggling.) rollerskatinglizard: <3 <3 <3 *perfect* theunvanquishedzims: They finally reach their destination. It has been [days to drive a rig between NJ and CA] and they make it there slightly ahead of schedule. Rich drops off the delivery, Trimmer comes face-to-face with the reality of the trip ending. He'd been hitchhiking for months and felt like he was going nowhere, and now a few days and suddenly he's crossed the entire country, and almost kinda maybe had fun doing it! And California's as good a place as any to stay, at least he won't freeze to death if he doesn't find a place to crash for the night. theunvanquishedzims: Then Rich comes back and hands him a wad of cash, pocketing a stack of his own. "Got a cash bonus for finishing early! And since you're the reason I made it here this fast, I just figured part of it is your share..." he peters out, trying to explain his reasoning. They sit in silence for a while, both thinking about Trimmer in California, far away from anyone who would want to hurt him, with a few hundred dollars in his pocket. theunvanquishedzims: "...Let's get lunch," Trimmer finally decrees, and Rich can't keep the relieved smile off his face. They renegotiate some things over lunch, and then go to pick up the next load to haul cross-country. Together. rollerskatinglizard: AWWWWWW!!!! *YES,* I love it!!! theunvanquishedzims: And then eventually they go to college together, and get their degrees, and good jobs, and meet the families, and Trimmer absolutely drags Rich to as many of Athena's fights as they can manage on the road. It's just to save money, things are cheaper when you split the rent, Trimmer hollers on the phone. You put a ring on that boy's finger, y'hear?! Hellbender hollers back. I am so glad the word moirail exists rollerskatinglizard: YES God yes Also this AU pleases me greatly rollerskatinglizard: Blessings upon you for it theunvanquishedzims: ...technically the Michigan Fleet takes place in a post-Homestuck world, so theoretically it could have time to enter mainstream lexicon. It's better than "bromance" theunvanquishedzims: JUST THROWING THAT OUT THERE >.> rollerskatinglizard: Yeah, totally different feel than bromance!

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theunvanquishedzims: Speaking of Homestuck! Wanna hear the Helmsman AU? :3 rollerskatinglizard: YES PLEASE theunvanquishedzims: Okay gimme a minute to get my notes, it's not based on One of Our Submarines but I can't remember the fic title. Have you read the one where the kids redesign the helmsrig and use that to garner support for Feferi as Empress? Lots of political drama, Sollux-centric, [spoiler], and in the end they win *but at what cost* (((If someone knows what fic I'm talking about please link me, I can't find it.))) rollerskatinglizard: No, I haven't theunvanquishedzims: It's good, if you like the nitty-gritty of rebellions. The piece I'm cherry picking is the new Empress introducing a new way of helming that allows more freedom. Instead of a single enslaved lowblood being hung up in tentacle wires until they drop dead, it's something you can unplug from, allowing psionics to swap out, take shifts, etc. So Empress Clearwater (yay seadweller name) is dead, long live Empress Clearwater, and she shakes things up by introducing her new helmsrig and orders it implemented Fleet-wide theunvanquishedzims: I don't think this universe is as bad as canon but it's still pretty rough on the bad ships, and the Sympatico is a very bad ship theunvanquishedzims: Angie is still a security officer, probably fairly high-ranking as a greenblood. Athena is a pro wrestler. Sports are probably a bigger part of life in a Fleet that doesn't center around conquest. The three probably grew up in the same neighborhood, maybe dabbled in quadrants before settling on hatefriends. Oooh, or ash, Athena setting them up to talk out their issues over lunch and then heckle each other over their other quadrants could fit in that quadrant. theunvanquishedzims: Rich is, of course, a helmsman. It's rare for someone that close to jade to be so powerful, he was actually planning on a career in tech, but when he got called in for psionic testing he basically crushed it. Possibly literally. And olive is still technically a lowblood, so off to the helm with you. theunvanquishedzims: His first posting is the Sympatico, and it's a nightmare. The one bright spot (dark spot? How do trolls even. *insert rant about Kanaya being pastel goth not goth-goth*) theunvanquishedzims: The one bright spot is Trimmer, a technician whose survival method is to lock himself in the helm dock and stab anybody who tries to mess with Rich when he's piloting. It's basically how things work in the superstorms, but 75-90% of the time instead of a few times a year theunvanquishedzims: Rich can barely talk most days, they communicate via chat client, and even that requires a lot of brainpower so they can't do it when the Sympatico has to fight something or do difficult maneuvers in space, which is pretty frequently. But Rich keeps an eye out for Trimmer, directing him through the ship to help him avoid people and fights, and tweaking things like hall lights when things get hairy. I think at least once he turned off the gravity, it cost him but it got Trimmer out of a really bad situation and gave him an excuse to hole up in the helmsdeck for a few days until things cooled off theunvanquishedzims: But all that is in the past! There's a new Empress, a new crew, and a new way of helming! theunvanquishedzims: The Sympatico is one of the flagships to roll out the new helmsrig. The original crew was disbanded, culled, reassigned. Trimmer was allowed to stay (at Rich's request) to ease the transition. It's a big day, lots of media attention documenting the new helmsmen, and Rich is doing his best to keep calm. He had to do some physical therapy to stand upright and be able to walk from the big speech to his shiny new helmsrig, but as a fairly young recruit he's not nearly as bad off as some older helmsmen whose bodies have atrophied. He's still pretty skinny though, especially when compared to Angie and Athena, who he reunited with (for the cameras) #helmsmenaretrollstoo, #greenc3<green, #omgishipit, see things are much better now, people can reclaim their lives and quadrants, helming is something to be excited for not scared of, etc. Lots of propaganda, lots of attention, lots of pressure to get this right theunvanquishedzims: And then he walks into the helm and Trimmer is there. Rich would probably have had a meltdown if he hadn't been, but no one can tell because they're so calm and professional. They're both cleaned up and impeccably uniformed, the plugging in goes smoothly, and the Sympatico comes to life and lifts off into the sky into a sunset that would make a Hollywood director weep. The cameras turn off, great job everybody, and things return to normal. Except Rich and Trimmer have no idea how to handle normal. For the first 8 hours it's fine, it's good, it's a little weird that Trimmer looks so tidy and that Rich is sitting in a padded chair instead of being flesh-jacked by tentacles, but it's fine. They chat over text, a little stilted but plenty to catch up on theunvanquishedzims: Rich spies on the new crew and gossips about how boring they are and how weird the ship looks with everything cleared out and well-lit, and wow where did that section of storage come from? Oh right that used to be a hidden smuggling nook. Haha nook. See they're fine, they're laughing at the same old jokes. DEFINITELY weird that Rich is physically laughing. And then their relief shift comes on, with the new 2nd shift helmsman, and it's time for Rich to get unplugged for the day and go. Go to his room, which he has now, or to eat, which he can do now, or any one of a million things that normal trolls do, because he's a normal troll now. (This is turning out a little different from in my head but I like it.) He makes it about two hallways, walking silently side-by-side with Trimmer, before he breaks down. Or rather Trimmer breaks down. Or maybe they both simultaneously break, there is a lot of breaking happening, and it's not great that it's happening in the hall where anybody could walk by and where the new helmsman is almost certainly seeing them and possibly reporting them, and Trimmer's flight instincts are to run back to the helm where it's safe but Rich isn't there, RICH was the reason it was safe and he's not at the helm, he's right there in the hall. Rich, I know not how, picks up Trimmer and gets them to him room. It' close by, thank goodness, and it has a lock on the door, how weird, and Trimmer is there. He missed Trimmer so so much. rollerskatinglizard: ;u; <3<3<3<3 theunvanquishedzims: [The following scene contains content too graphic for wigglers under the age of seven sweeps] rollerskatinglizard: *laughing* Hardcore conciliation!!! theunvanquishedzims: From Trimmer's POV: Merrill requested him to remain a tech on the Sympatico. Makes sense, he was the only one who treated the guy like an actual troll and not a drooling mass of computational power. They got caught up, it's weird how clean and quiet the ship is, no fights to report beyond a spat in the cafeteria that turned out to be pitch flirtation. His shirtcuffs itch and he wants to roll them up but it's day one of the new empire and he doesn't want to get culled for being untidy on the Empress's pet project ship. There's so many other things to get culled for, anyway. And then shift is over. (Weird, he's used to working 16-hour days and sleeping in the helmdeck half the time.) And he has to unplug Merrill (double weird, he's not used to touching Merrill unless it's for a physical repair. Very aware of Rich as a physical person, especially when he's standing up and not obscured in a mass of tentacles.) And then they leave, together, which is WEIRD, because for sweeps Trimmer has been sneaking out of the helmdeck to go on a food run with Merrill texting him directions, and there's no Merrill on screen providing guidance to avoid fights, but there's not gonna BE any fights, and everything is the same but different and looks weird and shiny and there's a giant troll right next to him, stalking him, why didn't Merrill warn him?! rollerskatinglizard: Oh NO, ahaha, oh these poor doofuses theunvanquishedzims: From Rich's POV: he's been seeing these hallways for sweeps, but not from this angle, the ship is so familiar but so foreign to him, and he can't hear her, can't feel her, and he keeps reaching out for her even after all that training he did to get used to the new tech, there's still an absence and some part of his brain that says not being linked to the ship means something has gone catastrophically wrong and everyone onboard is going to die, TRIMMER is going to die, Trimmer is freaking out and hyperventilating next to him, Trimmer's running out of oxygen and the ship isn't responding to him to tell him what's wrong with the oxygen, and then Trimmer goes to bolt back to the helm but that's full of strange trolls and a new helmsman, and that knowledge is enough to shake him back to the situation at hand. He doesn't know where he finds the strength or the presence of mind, but he manages to grab up Trimmer and get them back to safety. It's just that safety is now his berth, not the helm. They're alone in his berth. And Trimmer is still freaking out. Sh-shoosh? Shoosh. Shooooooosh. theunvanquishedzims: Everything is diamonds and snow and beautiful shining crystals (in the movies that will someday be made about this day.) In the moment there's a lot more hyperventilating and snot. Basically, culmination behind the entire fic: do they actually have feelings for each other, or was it just about mutual survival the whole time? rollerskatinglizard: INCREDIBLY ADORABLE AND INTIMATE COMFORT, *YESSSS* Thank you yes, I'll have a dozen God that's splendid theunvanquishedzims: And they're both freaking out, Rich is hungry and physically tired and needs to do a lot of stretches, Trimmer is not used to Rich being huge and mobile and right next to him, and they both have crazy big trust issues, but...yeah, they're pale. They're so pale for each other, and it was so hard during the transition not seeing each other and not knowing how the other felt, not knowing how THEY felt, if they really had feelings or if it was all a bad situation. And now they know. They have feelings. And because they're trolls and not humans, they can flop on a pile and talk about those feelings in a non-platonic way, and Rich can pet Trimmer's hair and tell him how pretty he is and how Rich is glad that Trimmer got it properly cut instead of just hacking it too short for someone to grab, and how much he worried in the hall about not being able to see farther than his own field of vision to keep Trimmer out of harm's way, and how this whole thing is so weird and Rich is so scared but he's just really, really happy that Trimmer took the posting on the Sympatico, because he pities Trimmer and he wants him around and he was so glad that Trimmer wanted to still be around him too theunvanquishedzims: The media always depicts piling as either the traditional fairytale highblood freakout, or an extremely mellow ASMR-ish chillout with lots of hairpetting and horn polishing. Not two midbloods looting a mostly-empty room for enough junk to make a large enough pile to sit on, shrieking at each other about their feelings and how weird this is and why didn't you SAY something, me?! why didn't YOU say something?! Three SWEEPS we've been dancing around this! Well I didn't know if you felt the same way or if you just needed me to survive! Etc etc etc. Lots of getting up and stomping around , pacing the floor while ranting, trying to scavenge more stuff to throw on the pile. Rich owns basically nothing and it's the first time he's not judging Trimmer for keeping his room a garbage heap, even empty pizza boxes would be better than trying to make a pile out of two sweaters and a toothbrush. rollerskatinglizard: XDDD TuT aaaaah, YES theunvanquishedzims: Rich definitely rips off a wall panel and pulls out some wires, Trimmer doesn't even question it, they've lived and breathed this ship long enough to know what every wire does and which are nonessential to ship functioning. And with the wall panel crunched up they can pile stuff around it to make it seem less sparse, and wow it doesn't even matter that he pulled a panel down, this is HIS wall in HIS room now, he can "redecorate" as he sees fit, cue more yelling about how he doesn't know what to do with himself or his newfound freedom. The whole thing is just yelling and cussing and grabbing and shaking. It probably looks black from the outside, but they are swimming in palest cream. theunvanquishedzims: Eventually they give up on the pile. They go through Rich's entire perigee of snack rations to avoid having to go to the cafeteria, halfheartedly make fun of Rich's chewing, then crawl into the recuperacoon together. Thank goodness there was such a big push to show off how great helmsmen's lives will be, Rich scored a blueblood-huge 'coon and he's still skinny enough that they can both fit in it together. They sleep together, in sopor like proper trolls with proper lives as opposed to surrounded by pink tentacles and misery. Tomorrow they'll have to venture out for food, and do Rich's stretches and physical therapy, and head to their shift like the galaxy hasn't flipped upside-down, but they're handle that together. rollerskatinglizard: Oh help, my heart!! TuT It's SO CUTE, AAAAAAAH theunvanquishedzims: Okay my computer has been trying to shut down for the last three paragraphs so I think it's time to log off for the night, but I hope you enjoy the AUs, I will tell you more tomorrow rollerskatinglizard: Thank you so much!! Have a good night! theunvanquishedzims: (In the original version Rich and Trimmer came face-to-face for the first time since the Sympatico was busted up and Rich pulled out for rehab, and basically had a giant pale meltdown right there against the wall. There was purring, and crying, and confessions, all caught on film. Athena and Angie definitely saw. It had to be censored out of the broadcast. Someone uploaded it to Troll Pornhub and it won a Troll Pornhub Emmy for Truth in Journalism, which was not a category the Troll Pornhub Emmys had before, so congrats Merrill and Trimmer) rollerskatinglizard: *dying* oh my GOD Rich would blush so hard he'd keel over

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theunvanquishedzims: I woke up to the idea of Rich as Fezzik and Trimmer as Inigo Montoya (book version.) rollerskatinglizard: Hah! Oh man, delightful theunvanquishedzims: Soft-hearted giant and stabby little friend rollerskatinglizard: Yesss theunvanquishedzims: Only problem is Trimmer's grudge seems to be against the entire world, not any particular murderer theunvanquishedzims: But they could definitely take on the Zoo of Death together rollerskatinglizard: It could be both, in the AU! Specific grudge and also he hates everyone theunvanquishedzims: Instead of not being left-handed he pulls his feet out of his boots and surprise! More hands to stab you with Makes the acrobatics on top of the cliff more exciting rollerskatinglizard: *dying* YES Perfect! theunvanquishedzims: I don't know who the Man in Black of most beautiful woman in the world would be, but Rich catching them jumping out a window to whisk them away on horseback is lovely rollerskatinglizard: *strokes chin thoughtfully* If Rich is Fezzik, I think Basil might as well be the beautiful love interest, and Mitch is his farm boy turned dashing rogue theunvanquishedzims: Mitch and Trimmer sword fighting rollerskatinglizard: YES theunvanquishedzims: Mitch going through hell and back to save his lady love, then Rich shows up with the horses and says "hello pretty lady" and Basil is just swooning over him rollerskatinglizard: Mitch is pretty chill with Rich by then, he can handle sharing Rich didn't try *hard* to kill him, after all theunvanquishedzims: He even made it a fair fight instead of ambushing him He put down the rock and Mitch put down the sword and they tried to kill each other like civilized people rollerskatinglizard: *laughing* Yes, exactly theunvanquishedzims: Rich even helped bring him back from being mostly dead rollerskatinglizard: They're practically best buddies now! theunvanquishedzims: Which I imagine is 1000x funnier because Trimmer hates this guy and doesn't want to help him but he has info Trimmer needs rollerskatinglizard: Rich just being reprovingly like Come on, buddy, he's cool really I KNOW you bonded over your sword fight with him Don't lie Trimmer: HE'S STILL A DIPSHIT theunvanquishedzims: Trimmer: It was a little fun to take the boots off I guess, I don't get to do that often rollerskatinglizard: Hahaha yes theunvanquishedzims: Downside of being the best swordsman in the world, nobody can touch you. UNTIL NOW. Trimmer: I killed the guy but now I have nothing to live for. Mitch: Have you considered piracy? Stabbing people all day and all the rope ladders you can climb rollerskatinglizard: *dying* theunvanquishedzims: Now Trimmer's life goal is to reclaim his title of Best Swordsman, which means fighting Mitch a lot rollerskatinglizard: Which they both enjoy Sometimes Trimmer wins, sometimes Mitch does rollerskatinglizard: Roach points out that Liam would be Miracle Max theunvanquishedzims: I was just about to type that! rollerskatinglizard: Heee! Good brain wave theunvanquishedzims: You need a cure for death? Nope, sorry. You need to it humiliate my mortal enemy? Coming right up! rollerskatinglizard: YUP theunvanquishedzims: Slipping Rich the holocaust cloak "because it fits so nice" rollerskatinglizard: Pfff yes theunvanquishedzims: Which is said with a million more winky faces than the movie rollerskatinglizard: XDDD Naturally Liam is a much higher-libido mad scientist-substitute theunvanquishedzims: He doesn't have a wife he has like six boyfriend minions hanging around in various states of undress. He got fired for banging the king when he was the royal miracle man, he did a good job but the prince found it icky. rollerskatinglizard: *dying* YES theunvanquishedzims: Basil as Buttercup tho. Basil: Mitch is a good friend. :) Just a great buddy. :)) Kind of smelly but a nice boy. :))) Someone: *might possibly find Mitch attractive* Basil: What? Why. No. Why would she. I mean yeah he's smart and muscular and tan and broad-shouldered and has perfect teeth and his sweat glistens in the sun as he does his chores shirtless, but c'mon, he's not THAT much hotter than her middle-aged husband. No way. rollerskatinglizard: *snickering* rollerskatinglizard: My cowriters very enjoy this AU concept, btw, thank you theunvanquishedzims: Excellent theunvanquishedzims: Trimmer: I told him I was there to kill him and he just...ran away? Mitch: Who does that? rollerskatinglizard: *snickering* theunvanquishedzims: Basil being a slobby peasant until two minutes after Mitch leaves, then realizing he has to take care of himself if he wants to keep Mitch's attention, and only then starting to regularly bathe and brush his hair and work on his figure. rollerskatinglizard: Snirk! Sounds about right, doofus nerd that he is theunvanquishedzims: Then he becomes a princess and has two servants per limb to keep him clean and shining, so when Mitch sneaks into the wedding announcement crowd his first view of Basil is 1. clean 2. shiny hair 3. dressed like a queen

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General book chit-chat, no specific AU

theunvanquishedzims: I saw the post about the Sympatico crew having a very different view of Rich than his friends and now I am consumed with the idea of Rich being seen as scary by anyone who knows him for more than a single minute. Like, he flinches at the sight of a uniform, he can't stand to be in a room with more than one other person in it, and he's so busy working he doesn't really have time to go around carving out a territory rollerskatinglizard: Right? You'd think it'd be tricky, but apparently no theunvanquishedzims: And now there's video of him covered in kittens, and doing cool board tricks, and pretending a little barbel is too heavy to lift, and also he might be in the news for taking down a murderous conspiracy at the Mall. rollerskatinglizard: *laughing* Indeed theunvanquishedzims: Where did big scary monster Merrill go, who is this marshmallow rollerskatinglizard: What scam is he trying to run?!? theunvanquishedzims: Oooh, I pity the fool who is assigned to a boat with Officer Merrill. Double flinch response rollerskatinglizard: RIGHT? *OH SHIT, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE* And she's ARMED theunvanquishedzims: Try to blow off some steam by watching some wrestling, A THIRD ONE rollerskatinglizard: Some poor dumbass who sneered at Trimmer once ends up hiding out on a penny boat bc there's MERRILLS EVERYWHERE, IT'S NOT SAFE OUT THERE theunvanquishedzims: *dying laughing* I imagine a non-terrible Sympatico crew member meeting reformed Rich is like those Very Special Episodes where the hero's high school bully or childhood bad influence friend comes to town, and they're so nice and friendly and apologetic about what happened back in the day rollerskatinglizard: We actually have an encounter something like that planned! theunvanquishedzims: The hero's friends are all charmed and the hero can't convince anyone that it's all an act, he's secretly still terrible, look I'll prove it *does something that makes the hero look bad and the reformed guy look like a victim* Yaaaaaaaaay!!! Outside perspective is the BEST rollerskatinglizard: Rich and this random dude, both acting like the other one is a total menace Meanwhile, anyone who's known either of them since is like ....No?? He's a fine guy, perfectly reasonable Merrill, stop growling theunvanquishedzims: Two Spider-Men pointing at each other rollerskatinglizard: Hah! Yes theunvanquishedzims: Also the fact that Rich has gotten BIGGER since leaving the Sympatico is probably a shock rollerskatinglizard: OH yeah theunvanquishedzims: Richard "Cranky Because He's Slowly Starving To Death" Merrill rollerskatinglizard: I mean, it's a shock to Rich When he hits another growth spurt So it's definitely a shock to anyone else theunvanquishedzims: Oh yeah, he was like 17 when he was first assigned there, nowhere near done growing yet Richard "My Shirts Rip When I Flex Wrong" Merrill rollerskatinglizard: *snickering* He'd look so sheepish and disgruntled if someone gave him that "I flexed and the sleeves fell off" shirt theunvanquishedzims: I am so glad Trimmer got to him before, like, a gang could figure out he's easily bribed with food. Things could have gone so much worse, corruption-wise rollerskatinglizard: YUP theunvanquishedzims: I just finished Athena and the Midnight Chicken and WOW Rich was actually kind of close to giving in to peer pressure there, if Athena hadn't thrown herself towards the proverbial sword he might have let himself be talked into something he really didn't want to do. rollerskatinglizard: It's possible! Baby Rich is very weak to peer pressure theunvanquishedzims: If they had been smart and manipulative and laid the groundwork first it would have been even easier, not just "here's a knife let your ingrained killing instincts do the work" rollerskatinglizard: Yeah! It could've gone much worse theunvanquishedzims: In the wrong hands Rich would make a very good, very sad soldier But like, deep down inside sad where no one could see it. rollerskatinglizard: That was actually close to his original story when I came up with him

[I’ll check with Skates to see if it’s okay to post that bit]

theunvanquishedzims: I'm already nervous about those two Horrible Old Men rollerskatinglizard: Which two? theunvanquishedzims: My face went D: at the idea that there's more than two rollerskatinglizard: *pats u gently* theunvanquishedzims: The werewolf guy with the boys on leashes is the one that makes my instincts scream KILL IT WITH FIRE, but there's also the one with the scar on his face? I wanna say Arthur Carroway rollerskatinglizard: >u> Gosh, Zims, idk WHY you'd be worried about him Just bc my tablet keyboard knows how to spell Carraway That's no reason to be concerned! rollerskatinglizard: Maybe Splick made him the [tarot] Devil bc he's devilishly handsome! Did you think of that?? theunvanquishedzims: I am terrified of him showing up, I know I'll be cringing too hard to keep reading right away. Men who abuse positions of power are so squicky, I couldn't even stand to watch the Office and Michael Scott is like, the most benign example of the trope But yeah a guy like that getting to Rich as a younger more mallable person, fresh-faced and eager to please. Ugh. Such a bad ending. rollerskatinglizard: YUP theunvanquishedzims: William Sandgren is the other one, I think rollerskatinglizard: Fortunately Rich did get rescued originally! I don't do sad endings theunvanquishedzims: He looks cool, I don't immediately want him dead for my own safety rollerskatinglizard: <u< theunvanquishedzims: ...I will ignore that face and continue to think of him as the lesser of two evils for now rollerskatinglizard: Absolutely feel free! ^u^ theunvanquishedzims: When I thought about this earlier I imagined Liam actually being the one to start a pissing contest with Arthur. Rich guy vs criminal guy, my grandmother bedazzled the skulls of her enemies, your teeth would make a lovely necklace, etc etc "Well I'd love to get them around your throat" ;) rollerskatinglizard: You know Liam QUITE well theunvanquishedzims: I'm a visual learner, so all the illustrations are helping me flesh out characteristics. Liam smiling like a psycho while his face drips blood is very telling. rollerskatinglizard: Hah!!! Right? God, he's SUCH a little firebrand theunvanquishedzims: (Also, AU where Liam is the babydoll heir and Rich is the soldier mod bodyguard he climbs like a tree) rollerskatinglizard: We have definitely discussed that AU thoughtfully >u> It's good, v tasty theunvanquishedzims: Rich is all THIS GOES AGAINST THE RULES and Liam is all oh you like being told what to do hmm? >:3~ rollerskatinglizard: Rich: God this is SUCH a bad idea, I'm gonna get so fired Liam: Not if you're good enough at it! theunvanquishedzims: I imagine without a pregnancy they'd be able to keep it under wraps slightly longer than grandma Beaker rollerskatinglizard: True! theunvanquishedzims: "Under wraps" like everyone in the house can't hear them rollerskatinglizard: Pffff YUP theunvanquishedzims: Ugh now I'm remembering Trimmer being scared of Rich getting drunk and pushy and I'm sad again rollerskatinglizard: No one likes Rich's drinking except Rich rollerskatinglizard: It's okay tho, Trimmer trusts Rich more after that theunvanquishedzims:I think he'll figure it out given enough time. Rich: Well everyone drinks because work sucks. Basil and Mitch: Nope! Rich: Well I'm a soldier mod so it just LOOKS like I'm drinking a lot. Angie and Thena: Nope! Rich: Well I have trauma from the Sympatico so I need alcohol to deal with that. Trimmer: Nope! Rich: ...well I guess I have a problem then. :< Everyone: Yep! rollerskatinglizard: Indeed theunvanquishedzims: I am so curious about their origins, how the relationship developed, how apparently they had half a handjob between them and went NOPE NEVER AGAIN, how they wound up co-sleeping, if they ever cried on one another, etc etc rollerskatinglizard: I'm 100% certain that Rich cried on Trimmer at least once, while Trimmer awkwardly patted his hair and gently called him a wuss or something If Trimmer ever cried it would've been in the middle of the night, and none of them would ever mention it in the light of day theunvanquishedzims: Was that Trimmer's first posting? I know it was Rich's, so he kiiiind of didn't know any better, but Trimmer is older by a bit rollerskatinglizard: It definitely wasn't Trimmer's first, no, the latest in a long string of postings that went from okay to bad to worse theunvanquishedzims: Oh nooooooo No wonder he finally said screw it and got a solo boat rollerskatinglizard: Yep

#michigan fleet #boat boys #AUs are still my favorite thing #long post #richard merrill #joseph trimmer

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 5 years ago

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Dark Desire [Chapter One]

Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington

Warning: Language

Yeah sorry, I don’t even know what this is. It’s a mafia au and a mess but I hope you enjoy it!

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The room was dead quiet. All eyes were on Billy. He never started a meeting without his right-hand man. He knew Steve was going to be late. Billy could have easily pushed the meeting to a later time, but he enjoyed watching the others squirm under his watchful eye. A toothpick hung out of the corner of his mouth. He anxiously chewed on it.

Steve and Billy were an unlikely pair. They were rivals in school. Both of them had grown up in the business. Steve’s father was a huge mob boss. Ran all of Indiana, almost half of Ohio, and the lower part of Michigan. Billy was a nobody from California who got transferred into the private school in Hawkins.

Billy never hated Steve. He just saw him as competition, but that all changed when the two of them got stuck in detention together and Billy learned that Steve wanted nothing to do with the family business. He hated his parents. Steve had wanted to go out on his own and make a name for himself.

That’s when Billy had struck up the deal between the two. After high school, they would head back out to Billy’s old stomping grounds in California. They would build an empire from the ground up together. Slowly, make their way back and take everything from Steve’s father. Surprisingly, Steve didn’t even hesitate to take the deal.

The boys shook hands and that was the end of the rivalry. It had begun a beautiful friendship and partnership. That’s exactly what happened too. After graduation, Steve told his parents to shove it, packed up most of his belongings and then headed west to California with Billy at his side.

Billy had the reputation back home. When he arrived with Steve in tow it didn’t take long for the two of them to start building that partnership. They took down other mob families. Gathered up all of the surrounding territories. The two of them continued to on the warpath right up until it brought them to Indiana.

The pair wanted to make Steve’s dad sweat. Make him a little nervous. At first, they left Indiana alone. They took control of all of Ohio and the whole lower peninsula of Michigan. Then with one last trick up their sleeve, they snatched most of the territory in Illinois and upper Kentucky completely surrounding Steve’s father.

The pair had been successful. Steve’s father stared at Billy from the other end of the table. Billy sat up a little straighter when the door to the room finally opened. Steve and all of his glorious hair stepped in the room. He shot Billy a brilliant smile and Billy couldn’t help but smile back.

“Steve?” Mr. Harrington said in confusion.

“Sorry to keep all of you waiting,” Steve apologized as he came to take the seat right of Billy.

“No worries, we have all the time in the world,” Billy smiled.

Mr. Harrington looked at his son horrified.

“You’re doing this to me? You’re the one who is trying to flush me out?” Mr. Harrington asked.

“Come on now, Pops, you can’t be completely surprised. There had to have been some whisperings about what I was up to,” Steve said tilting his head to look at his aging father.

“I’ve heard things I just couldn’t believe it,” Mr. Harrington said shaking his head.

“Now that my business partner is here I think we have something to discuss,” Billy said.

“Business partner?” Mr. Harrington said in disbelief.

“I told you years ago, Pops, I wanted nothing to do with your business, not the business itself,” Steve explained.

Mr. Harrington sat back in shock.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all aware that we have taken over almost all of your territory around here. Including other territories from other families,” Billy began.

“Hawkins is the last piece of the puzzle,” Steve said.

“Do you really think that I would willingly sell you, Hawkins?” Mr. Harrington asked in disgust.

Billy smiled.

“Well, you don’t have much of an option, Pops. You either willingly give us Hawkins and we take it from you. And trust me you don’t want us to take it from you. Ask the Andersons how well that worked out for them,” Steve said.

Billy laughed. “Oh right, you can’t, unless you head to the bottom of Lake Michigan for a little chat,”

“This is my home. Our home. Where would your mother and I go if I were to give this to you?” His father asked.

Steve looked bored. Rolling his eyes, he sat back in his chair, his hands went behind his head with a calm and relaxed face. Mr. Harrington surged to his feet. He stared at Billy then locked eyes with his son.

“You will have to pry my money, my home, and my town from my cold dead fingers,” Mr. Harrington snarled.

Billy started to laugh. Mr. Harrington glanced a look at his son, but Steve was only staring at him. There was no sympathy or regret in his eyes. No, his son, his only child looked at him like he was nothing.

Billy sat forward resting his hands against the table. Mr. Harrington watched him with careful eyes. Billy’s laughter faded and his smile fell. He nodded to somebody behind Mr. Harrington. Two large hands came to grab Mr. Harrington by his arms. He began thrashing around trying to free himself.

“You know what to do with him,” Billy said.

“Sir,” Tommy said with a nod before dragging Mr. Harrington from the room.

When his father was finally gone Steve sat up a little straighter. He looked at the other men in the room.

“You have two choices here gentlemen. You can either jump ship, come to work with Billy and me or face the same ending as my father,” Steve said.

The men all looked around at each other.

“I always knew you’d be a better leader than your father,” Mr. Miller said.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s lips.

“Is that how everyone else feels?” Billy asked.

Slowly, the others nodded along in agreement.

Billy clapped his hands together in excitement. He had won. This was everything that he wanted.

“Perfect, when Tommy returns he’ll tell you what happens next,” Billy said standing.

Steve stood, straightened his jacket, and then ran a hand through his hair. Saying nothing else, Billy left the room with Steve hot on his heels. The screams of his father echoed down the hallway as he followed Billy out of the warehouse. The slick black Camara that was Billy’s pride and joy sat at the curb waiting for them.

The men climbed into the car. Billy started the engine and then looked over at Steve. His friend was staring straight ahead. Billy knew that Steve wasn’t regretting his decisions or having second thoughts, but this man was still his father.

“You know you’re doing the right thing,” Billy began.

Steve whipped his head to the side to look at his partner.

“Oh, I know. I have other things on my mind,” Steve replied.

“Your mother?” Billy asked.

Steve shook his head. “Somebody else from my past,”

“Do you want to talk about them?” Billy asked.

Steve sighed. Billy may be one tough son of a bitch and fucking psychotic but he was one damn good friend.

“Not right now. It’s a discussion for another day,” Steve said.

Billy nodded and dropped the subject. When Steve was ready to talk Billy would be ready for him. Pulling away, Billy drove them back to Hawkins where they were staying at the hotel until they could decide on where they wanted to settle in yet.

The pair stopped for some supplies and dinner. When they entered the hotel lobby the girls behind the desk greeted them with large grins and giggles. Steve rolled his eyes, but Billy ate up the attention. They rode the elevator up to the penthouse level, the elevator dinged, and the door slid open.

Steve and Billy had barely stepped off and into the penthouse with a fiery redhead was there greeting them with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips.

“What took you so long?” She demanded.

“Maxine,” Billy greeted his sister.

Max scoffed. “Stop calling me that,”

Steve only smirked as he handed her a bag of food.

“Sorry, sweetheart, something came up at the office,” Billy said flopping down on the couch.

“You were supposed to register me for high school today,” Max said.

“Steve and I will take care of it tomorrow,” Billy said before shoveling some fries into his mouth.

Max dropped down on the loveseat next to Steve. He kicked his feet up on the table and let out a sigh. She bit into her burger as she scowled at her brother.

“Listen, I’ll make it up to you,” Billy started.

“Oh, this should be good. There’s nothing to do in this bumfuck town,” Max complained.

“Language!” Steve hissed around a mouthful of milkshake.

Max rolled her eyes. “Well let’s hear it,”

“We’ll take you house hunting. You can have a big say in what we buy,” Billy said.

Max’s eyes lit up.

“And if I want a pool?” Max asked.

“If that’s what you want,” Billy said.

Max glanced up at Steve. He winked at her and she smiled.

“Alright, fine, that’s fair, but be warned you’re going to hate that you just agreed to that,” Max said.

Billy let out a loud laugh. “Oh, little sister, I already do,”

After dinner, Billy and Steve made sure that Max had all the right papers for her transfers. Confirmed their plans for tomorrow and then left Max to get around for bed. Billy received a phone call so he left Steve to his own. Max was staring at him from the bathroom.

“What now?” Steve asked.

“I haven’t seen Billy this happy in a long time. Did everything go okay?” Max asked.

Steve nodded. “We got what we wanted,”

“Then why do you look like shit?” Max asked.

Steve sighed. “This place just brings up a lot of memories,” Steve told her.

“Like a certain girl?” Max asked.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Steve said with a small smile.

“Are you going to tell her you’re home?” Max asked.

Steve shrugged.

“Why not?” Max asked.

“I’m not the guy she thinks I am,” Steve said.

“Who cares,” Max said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Steve said.

“Steve you’re great. You’ve made my brother a better person and I never thought that was possible. Talk to her,” Max said.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “When did you become such an expert in the romance department?”

“I read a lot,” Max grinned.

Steve chuckled and then ruffled her hair. Billy called out for Steve. Max shut the bathroom door as Steve headed into the living room area of their penthouse. Billy sat on the edge of the couch he was just lighting up a cigarette.

“Well Tommy went over all of the paperwork your father had stashed away in his house,” Billy said.

“And what did Tommy find?” Steve asked.

“There’s one piece of major property that your father doesn’t own,” Billy said.

Steve looked at him in confusion. And then slowly it all started to make sense to him. More than five acres of woods was owned by Jim Hopper. The Chief of police. And her brother. His girl’s brother. Fuck.

“Chief Hopper isn’t just going to give up his property. There’s a reason why he never sold out to my dad,” Steve explained.

“Well maybe we can be a little more convincing,” Billy said.

Steve took the cigarette from Billy and took a hit.

“Actually, I think I know of another way,” Steve said.

Billy cocked an eyebrow.

“Really?” Billy asked.

“Chief Hopper’s younger sister is two years younger than us. She was my best friend growing up,” Steve began.

“A cop’s sister friends with the mobster’s kid?” Billy asked with a laugh.

Steve smiled. “Seems funny, but Chief Hopper never told her about what was going on. She was kept in the dark. She doesn’t know about me and my connections to the mafia,”

Billy was intrigued.

“Well I think it’s necessary that I’m introduced to this young lady immediately,” Billy said.

“Soon. Could I talk to her first?” Steve asked.

“Of course. You do what you think is necessary,” Billy replied.

“She could be our ticket,” Steve said.

“You were friends. I trust you to talk to her, Steve,” Billy said.

“I’ll go after we take Max to register for school,” Steve told him.

“What is the Chief of police’s sister up to?” Billy asked.

“I heard she was a florist,” Steve said.

Billy tipped his head back and laughed. “Perfect, we’re almost out of black roses. Be a dear and see if she can get any in stock for us and keep them in stock,”

Steve shot his friend a look. “Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious having the local florist keep our signature on stock?”

“I think it sounds like a fun time. I’m not trying to hide who we are and why we are here Steve,” Billy said.

“But I want to do this without dragging her into the mess,” Steve argued.

“Do what you need to do, Steve,” Billy said.

Steve sighed.

“Be a dear and pour me a glass of whiskey,” Billy said.

Steve pushed up off the couch and headed over to the bar in the corner. He poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed Billy one glass and then sat back down on his friend. Billy leaned against him as he sipped at his drink.

“I forgot to tell you,” Billy started.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked.

“Welcome home,” Billy grinned with a small chuckle.

Steve snorted as he brought his glass up to his lips. “Yeah, sure, welcome home,”

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove x Reader #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x Reader #Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington #fan fic #mafia au #stranger things #aged up characters #max mayfield

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scabbursarchive · 5 years ago

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you know I can't choose just ONE this is veronarchie we're talking about!! Voice, Beg, Check-In :)

[ Send me a word & a ship and I’ll write a drabble or starter about… ]

becca….. rebecca………. beccothy………………..first of all one of these was the smutiest things i’ve probably ever attempted to ever write and the other two were a mess but everything is Long because i had a lot of feels and sO…… i am sorry.

VOICE

[ DID I BASE THIS PROMPT OFF OF THIS????? SURE DID!!!! ]

what’re you wearing?

well, i’m not wearing any underwear. ;)

because you never put the fucking laundry into the fucking dryer like i asked you to 100 fucking times

call me and i’ll make it up to you

please?

Archie watched as text bubbles blinked across the lower left of the screen before stopping, and finally her contact photo with her and Mia at a hockey game crossed the screen. He wasted no time in accepting the call, knowing she could practically hear his fucking grin over the telephone.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me. Seriously, though. What’re you wearing?”

He could hear her sigh at the other end of the line. “What do you want me to say? Nothing but your jersey?” her voice teased deeply before he heard her soft snort.

Archie laughed as he settled back against his hotel bed, his gaze turning up towards the ceiling as he imagined her in their bedroom back home. “No, because I don’t want some dumb fantasy. I just want you. Which dorky pajamas are you wearing? The ones with the sushi rolls?” he continued to tease, resting his hand on his abs.

“Fuck you, they’re comfy. And I’m wearing the sushi shorts, but I do have one of your shirts on, too. The Naperville Soccer League shirt with the hole in the armpit. Super dorky.”

“Mmmm, okay. Now this I can picture. Lose my shirt, I’ll wash it when I get back.”

“You’re not going to wash shit, Payne. You’ll toss your suitcase in the closet until you forget about it and then you’ll complain that you don’t have anything to wear.”

“Well I always have said we should adopt a no clothing policy in the home.”

“Yeah, that’ll blow over well with your 9 year old daughter.”

“Spitzke,” Archie groaned out a laugh, rolling his eyes. He might have put a ring on her finger just a few months back, but the old surname rivalry would always stick with the two of them. “Can you please stop talking about Mia and my laundry and just stick your fucking hand down your ugly shorts?”

——————-

BEG

Veronica tugged sharply at the short strands of hair on Archie’s head, the move practically causing tears to form in his eyes as he hissed against her nether lips. He shot a sharp glare up at her from where he lay between her thighs, though Veronica was wholly unaware of the look; her head tossed back against her pillows, dark hair surrounding her, sheens of sweat covering her heaving chest. Archie moved his hand from where it had been wrapped around her thigh and moved it up her body to give one of her nipples a sharp twist and a pinch in retaliation for taking his hair out. The move only seemed to spur her on more.

She held onto his head tightly, attempting to anchor his head just right as her hips ground up desperately against his face. He could feel how close she was in the way her body trembled against him; he could hear how close she was by the way her breath grew ragged and her moans grew louder; he could fucking taste how close she was. His tongue moved up from her dripping entrance to circle her clit before he wrapped his lips around it, and her thrusting seized as her body clenched in concentration, just a few seconds longer, and…

Archie pulled away just before she could come apart, his lips moving instead to kiss and nip at her inner thigh while he waited for her to catch her breath.They’d been at this for what felt like hours. Well, for Veronica, maybe. Archie loved nothing more than to tease his girl senseless, and what better way to spend an evening than between her thighs?

Veronica was growing more desperate by the second. And really fucking angry. He hid his smirk by placing a sharp hickey to her thigh, but she slapped his head away, her eyes like fire as she met his juvenile gaze.

“Fuck you, Archibald. Fuck. You. Go away, I can finish it myself, you stupid piece of shit. Asshole.” She ranted and raved; continued to try and push his head away, her heels kicking against his back before her free hand moved between her legs, her fingers circling her clit and —

“Ah ah ah,” Archie quickly wrapped both of his hands around both of her wrists, overpowering her hits and folding her arms over her stomach, pinning them there as he shot her with another glare, now that she could see him.

He knew she was desperate to cum. He’d been hard from the moment he tossed her on the bed and fell between her thighs with the promise in his eyes to make it worth her while. Every shift against the sheets caused his cock to twitch painfully in his boxers, but he was still bound and determined for one thing:

He wanted to hear her beg.

Veronica had always been quite vocal in bed. If he could record the sounds of her moans, he thinks he’d gladly make it his alarm every single morning. She was loud and it was one of his most favorite things (on top of everything else about her, but still). But hearing her so desperate that she literally begged for him? It was at the very tip top of his list.

“Veronica,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly against her clit, his eyes glinting as his breath hit her nether lips. “Ask me nicely…” His hands gripped her wrists tighter before his lips descended back to her pussy once more, avoiding her clit as he softly licked a single stripe up her entrance. “That’s all I want.” He didn’t have to look up to know that she was wild with fury and a deep seated need to release herself in the pleasure that Archie was refusing to give her, but he knew she understood just what he wanted. He chanced his luck releasing one of her wrists to drag his hand back down, over her thigh, through her wetness, continuing to avoid her clit and instead sticking a finger inside her dripping heat. He curled his finger up, dragging slowly against her walls. Her thighs tightened where they splayed over his shoulders and he heard her sharp inhale at the move, but she otherwise remained stubbornly silent.

That was, until he surprised her with a second finger the same time his lips curled back around her clit, sucking relentlessly before slowing down, letting his tongue languidly circle the bundle of nerves. She’d been on edge for awhile now, and building her back up to that sharp peak took barely any work at all. But there was only one way he’d let her get what she wanted (and by default, what he needed as well). “Veronica,” he repeated her name breathlessly, almost positive that the manic look on her face mirrored his own need for release.

And maybe that’s what it took for the dam to finally break. “Please!” Veronica yelped, her free hand moving to grip the sheets tightly, learning her lesson although nothing could stop her hips from desperately moving against his face. She let out a short, sharp, throaty scream when she rubbed herself right up against his stubble, and the accidental brush had only made her more wild. “Fuck. Please, Archie. Pleasepleaseplease pl-please. I want… Need, baby, please.”

If Archie was a stronger person, he’d probably have it in him to ask her to tell him in detail just what she was begging for. But as it was, Archie simply dropped her other wrist, held onto her thigh for dear life as she bucked up against his face… Just as he dragged his chin back over her clit, he added a third finger to piston inside of her and his lips found her bundle once more, another loud smack of his lips as he sucked, and…

Veronica’s back arched up off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Meanwhile, her thighs were trembling over his shoulders while her insides tightly squeezed his fingers and he practically shuddered at the thought of how good it would feel when he was finally inside of her. Her release was fucking gorgeous, she was fucking gorgeous, not regretting for a second just how bad he had to tease her in order to witness this moment. His fingers slowed and his thumb put a circular pressure on her nub to help her come down from her orgasm, his lips kissing over her thighs and up her stomach as he dragged himself up her body by way of his mouth.

Archie fucking loved it when she begged for him.

———————–

CHECK-IN

Their dinner date had started out innocent enough. Archie had managed to sway the manager of Chicago’s latest and greatest high-rise dining at a new hotel overlooking the lake for a 6 o'clock reservation on a Saturday night only a week in advance, and after seeing Veronica in her black, backless dress… Well, the hefty deposit to get a reservation so late was turning out to be well worth it.

Despite the tightness of his chest (among other extremities) when he picked her up around 4 and made their way downtown, it really truly all was very innocent. Getting Veronica to go on an actual date with him had been like pulling teeth (who could blame her?), but the two of them were actually pretty good at it. They still argued, a lot, about literally everything but their common interests and dumbass family made conversation flow in and out of their teasing and bickering effortlessly. Veronica held his hand in hers while she animatedly talked about all of the clients at work that she couldn’t stand (it was all of them) and Archie pulled his phone out to show her all of the cheesy photos he’d taken of Mia at soccer practice (and how he so wasn’t biased but Mia was the best kid on the team).

Conversation was so easy, one bottle of wine turned to two, and even long after they’d finished their dessert, night long since fallen, the skyline reflecting beautifully off of Lake Michigan but Archie only had eyes for the fiery brunette who was glowing in the soft candlelight across from him.

Conversation stilled as Archie paid the check. The duo made their way out of the restaurant while Archie took full advantage of the open back of her dress, his hand softly resting at her lower back to guide her, but he was man enough to admit that it was mostly his innate need to be touching her.

The restaurant had been at the very top of the hotel, and just as Veronica reached out to touch the down button for the elevator, Archie reached out to grip her wrist, tugging her into a tiny alcove off to the corner where there was nothing but a utility closet and some tropical, leafy plant. Trapping her between his hands as he pushed her back to the wall, blocking her from view of anyone who passed, he let his fervent gaze trail over her now that they weren’t separated by a whole table and 30 other random onlookers just trying to eat their dinner. Archie licked his lower lip as his eyes settled on her own wine stained lips, and he leaned forward to close the space between them, needing to steal a quick kiss.

“I mentioned already how beautiful you look, yeah?” he kissed her once more before his lips moved down over her chin, to the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent; his favorite scent. He felt her chuckle against him, her hand running up his torso, up and around his neck.

“Might have mentioned it once or twice. Not getting tired of hearing it, though.”

He grinned boyishly against her skin before pulling away to meet her captivating gaze, practically suffocating himself with the need to be with her just a little bit longer — before work and life and family and Mia butted back in. Archie loved his life but he was starting to come to terms with just how much he loved Veronica, too.

“You know, we did polish off two bottles and with Saturday night traffic it’s probably best we don’t risk the ticket…” One hand dropped from the wall to run down her side, over the soft, silky material of her dress. The tips of his fingers touched the skin of her back like fire as his graze trailed lower and his hand finally encompassed her back, tugging her body to his, knowing she would probably immediately feel his need for her. Let her call him out for it. “We’re already at a hotel, plenty of beds to sleep it off…”

He’d wanted to drag her back to his place and peel that fucking dress off just to see what kind of underwear she was wearing (he had been very aware from the moment she stepped out the door that she was braless), but Archibald Payne would never go down in history for having any Self Control when it came to Veronica Spitzke. The drive back to Naperville felt far too fucking long.

Before he could even get an answer out of her, Veronica was biting her lower lip between her teeth to hold back her grin, taking his hand in hers and dragging him back to the elevators, reaching out to push the button for one of them rather impatiently. It had been close by, and Archie had been rather thankful for having the elevator to themselves so he could continue to kiss her all the way back down to the lobby for check-in, but before he could pull her back against him, Veronica had her hands pressed to his chest, shoving him indignantly into the corner of the elevator, underneath the security camera, reaching out to grab the emergency stop. She fell against him with the inertia of the quick stop, and Archie’s arms came around to catch her. “Jesus, Veronica, you-”

Archie didn’t know how his pants could come undone so quickly, but she had his zipper yanked down and her hand in his pants before he could even get his words out.

His head fell back against the wall, her grip around his dick causing his vision to go a little blurry but his attention perked right back up when she fell to her knees in front of him, taking his pants down right along with her. Her gaze was teasing as she looked up at him, giving him a couple jerks, feeling himself grow harder in her pliant hands. “Let me take care of this for you first,” she licked up the underside of his cock, a challenge in her fiery gaze as her lips surrounded his head and slowly pulled away with a wet pop. “I don’t want the lady at the front desk to get the wrong impression of us.”

#otp: you have to promise not to fall in love with me #ch: archie payne #opp: veronica spitzke #ref: memes #also my feelings for them??? unlimited :/#help me i still love them sm #imma queue it for like 4 am my time so you're not hit with shitty smut too early in the am #parksandmackie

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mushroomminded · 6 years ago

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New Boyfriend

Of course Birdie knew Milo, she knew everyone. In the two years she attended the K-12 school after her parents moved to Michigan, she had learned about every teacher, every student, every member off the staff. It was sort of a hobby of hers, watching people.

She had watched Milo just like she watched anyone. She knew that he was friends with that Cody kid and that the two of them had a YouTube channel that they ran together. That Milo liked to do dumb stunts and that Cody liked to talk about ghosts. That the two of them lived next door to one another, Milo had two dads, Cody had a single one. They went to the aquarium a lot together. She knew that Milo got a lot of trouble at school from the older kids and that the teachers didn’t do a thing about it. She knew he always wore that stupid hoodie and that he was horribly uncomfortable when without it. Overall, he was just a dumb kid with no hoodie, so Birdie paid him no mind.

She did hear about him occasionally though. As she bounced from boy to boy, date to date, sometimes he would come up. Something about smacking him in the mouth for talking sh#t, something about riling him up and making him angry, something about harassing his “boyfriend” (referring to Cody of course, though they weren’t actually dating) and Birdie would yawn, lay her head on her new boy’s shoulder, say they were being boring, and they’d shut up about him.

Things changed when she was dating Stephen. Stephen was a year younger than her and easy to mold as putty. Stephen lived alone with him mom, who never gave him any attention and he was desperate to be loved. All it took was a flick of her ponytail and the words “you’re kinda cute,” and he was hers.

One day she noticed a swollen purple-blue bump on his cheek. She lifted one hand from where she was wrapped around his arm and traced the wound with her hot pink nail. Stephen winced.

“What happened here?” She asked sweetly.

“That dumb kid with the shark hoodie,” Stephen muttered, trying to tilt his head away. Birdie smiled as he squirmed. “I stepped on his tail and he freaked out.”

Birdie laughed cutely.

“That little squirt? You let him beat your #ss?” she said, leaning closer and closer.

“Well, I hit him back,” Stephen muttered quietly.

“‘Hit him back?’ That’s it?” She said, pulling away, a pout on her lip.

Panic hit Stephen’s features immediately.

“I didn’t know you were some kind of doormat...” she said, her arms crossing perfectly across her chest.

“I’m not, I’m not!” Stephen cried. She could just hear his heart rate kicking up. “I just let him off with a warning that time!”

Birdie pouted a moment longer, just long enough to keep him tense, then she smiled coyly. “You know what would really prove that to me?”

Stephen didn’t reply, his eyes wide and locked on her as she pressed closer, fingernails around his arm, her face right up in his.

“Prove to me that you can take him out, and I’ll keep going out with you,” she said.

“I...I-I...I can do that,” Stephen stuttered, the color draining right out of his face.

Birdie stepped back with a giggle, clapping her hands once. “Wonderful!” She cheered, “Let’s go do it!”

“Right now?” Stephen choked as Birdie took his hand and began to drag him away.

---

Milo didn’t stand a chance, but boy did he try. Stephen had jumped right on him in the parking lot, pinning him to the ground and hitting him in the face again and again, but Milo fought back. He kicked and screamed and clawed and bit until there wasn’t any fight left in him.

Stephen stood, nose bleeding, claw marks across his cheek, and looked over at Birdie. Birdie smiled and skipped up to him, wrapping her hands around his arm, resting her fingers right on a bite mark, making Stephen wince.

“You were amazing!” Birdie cheered, “You’re so strong! That’s what you do to people who bother you, you hear? You deserve better!”

Stephen smiled a little, but there was a beautiful hesitation in his face.

Milo peeled himself off the pavement, his dumb, too-long hair obscured his face, but there were little patches of red on the blacktop.

Birdie steered Stephen away, walking him back to the bathrooms to clean up, but she watched Milo over her shoulder as he sat back on his knees, pressing his sleeve to his face.

Birdie smiled and rested her cheek on Stephen’s shoulder. There was a spark in Milo that she hadn’t seen before. A fight, and a demand to be treated as he deserved, and he was going to kick and scream to get it. Birdie had more to try, more experiments to run before she decided, but Milo might be a fun one to break and she’d be watching him more closely from now on.

She broke up with Stephen the next day.

#written #bummers #birdie #mico #milo #snips #violence #blood

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cksmart-world · 4 years ago

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The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

December 15, 2020

HOW MITCH THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS

“Even the meanest soul is moved by Christmas.” Hold on Dr. Seuss, you haven't met Kentucky Sen. Mitch “Froggy” McConnell. The head powerbroker of the Republican-dominated Senate is saying Bah Humbug to folks who are out of a job and about to get evicted for the holidays. Yes Dr. Seuss it “may be that his heart is two sizes too small.” You see, Itchy Mitchy doesn't want corporations, like meat-packing plants, to be legally liable when their employees die from Covid, so he won't make a deal with Democrats until they scratch that provision from the emergency aid legislation. Mitch the Grinch knows where his stockings are stuffed and it isn't by working people. No, it's the big money guys and corporations who keep making his Christmases bright and ensure he keeps power to wreak havoc over all of Whoville. "I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!" cried Mitch the Grinch. Well Dr. Seuss, they say we get the government we deserve and maybe folks in Kentucky like this Grinch. After all, the rich stole their money fair and square and working people need to do the same or they'll “find out now that no Christmas is coming at all!" SUPERHERO 'MR. UNITY' STRIKES AGAIN

Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Look, up in the air, it's a bird, it's a plane, no it's that dipshit Mike Lee thinking he's Superman again. Here are some of the Utah senator's gems: The U.S. isn't a democracy; he says he's a constitutional expert; and taxes on the rich are un-American. Now in the name of “national unity” SuperMike has single-handedly stopped the creation of a National Museum of the American Latino. “[I]t does not celebrate diversity; it weaponizes diversity,” said SuperMike. It will “loose Orwellian mobs to cancel anyone daring to express an original thought.” WTF. That's rich coming from a guy who supported the most divisive president in our history. The Smithsonian previously dedicated museums to African Americans and Native Americans, but this is different, Lee surmised with his signature pretzel logic. SuperLee's lone vote also killed a women's museum to the chagrin of Sen. Susan Collins: “Surely in a year where we are celebrating the 100th anniversary of women’s suffrage, this is the time to finally pass the legislation to establish an American women’s history museum in our nation’s capital,” Sorry, that would be Orwellian, where idiots have control and think they are more equal than others.

HEY REPUBLICANS, NIXON AIN'T LOOKIN' SO BAD

Have you ever noticed how Republicans hate talking about Richard Nixon. Nixon who? They do remember John F. Kennedy fondly, however, as if he was one of their own. Ten years from now, after the mass hysteria dies away and Trump is convicted of tax fraud and god knows what else, will they still rave about him like he was the Second Lincoln. Will they look back and say he was cheated in the 2020 election. Stop the steal! Will they say the Supreme Court screwed the pooch when it denied legal action by Texas that said elections in Georgia, Michigan, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin were all bogus, based on nothing whatsoever? Or, like Watergate, will they simply pretend it never happened. What would posses 17 state attorneys general and 126 members of Congress to sign on as if the suit was more than a blatant sham. In 2016, candidate Trump said “Only He” could fix our problems. Ten years from now will Trumpers dare read about the president who screwed up just about everything, or will they simply turn on WWE's Wrestle-mania to get their Trump fix. The fact is, we'll all have to look back with shame at the time Trump's party tried to destroy our democracy — except, of course, for those who know no shame. Trump who?

Post script — Well, here we are, decking the halls for Covid Christmas. Unfortunately, Santa isn't bringing vaccines for stocking stuffers but maybe the Easter Bunny will along with colored eggs and chocolate. Of course that doesn't mean you can't hang syringes from the Christmas tree as ornaments for a hopeful holiday. Speaking of which, Wilson and the band say the New Year won't begin until Jan. 20 at noon when Donald Trump will be dragged from the White House kicking and screaming. Imagine a world without Trump and Covid. If that can't brighten your spirits, nothing will. Of course, the president and all his helpers are working furiously to wreck things before they take their place in history. For example, contractors are working around the clock on the southern border trying to erect as much of Trump's wall as they can before Joe Biden can put a stop to the madness. The wall was never going to stop illegal immigration but it was one of Trump's mightiest symbols — HATE IMMIGRANTS. Now the unfinished and idiotic project will become a symbol of his presidency. Fortunately for American taxpayers, Mexico paid for it. And if Trump supporters believe that, then surely we can believe in Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny.

OK, Wilson, what have you and the guys up your sleeves to celebrate the meaning of this holiday season:

The streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants' windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying to their homes As the sky darkens and freezes Will be gathering around the hearths and tables Giving thanks for all God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should seize us But if any one of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor They get the same as the rebel Jesus But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgement For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In this life of hardship and of earthly toil We have need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus.

(The Rebel Jesus — Jackson Brown)

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Pure Chap 8

Sorry for the delay in the story!! I had a lot of personal problems going on these last couple weeks...:’(. But! It’s back so here you go!

Chapter 8

The Prank

After school starts up again, my nightmares increase with ferocious intensity.

For the umpteenth time tonight, I wake up screaming, Zyglavis shaking my shoulder to jerk me out of the dream. “Ugh!” I gasp. “Son of a bitch…dammit,”

“Language,” Zyglavis whispers, though he doesn’t sound angry at all.

“I thought being here was supposed to stop this?” My voice is completely breathless, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom.

Ever since I’ve started sleeping here, the nightmares have lessened, but it appears as though, ever since I realized that I’m starting to like Zyglavis, they’ve been coming back. I made the connection a couple days ago, and have been trying hard to repress my feelings. A perfectly healthy thing to do.

Hovering above me, Zyglavis watches me carefully.

“Stop staring at me,” I murmur. I bet I look fantastic. I can feel just how tangled my hair is.

“It seems you’re fine now.” Zyglavis growls, his eyes narrow in the darkness. He moves to straighten up, and, before I can stop myself, I reach up and grab his shoulder. He looks shocked.

“What is it?”

“Don’t…you won’t leave the room?” I whisper.

“I haven’t been. But it doesn’t seem to be helping much,” He replies, his eyes darting off to the side for a moment.

“I can’t sleep this way,”

“You need your rest. The dark king is probably trying to wear you down by depriving you of sleep. Mm, this is frustrating…”

My breath comes out me shakily.

“Maybe you need to be closer to me,” I say. Zyglavis sits in the chair closest to the door while I sleep, reading or going over papers for his work. Sometimes he does punishments work, but when I complained about the snaps making it hard for me to sleep, he started waiting until I was already sleeping.

“Closer?” He repeats.

“Yeah. Like, maybe…” I trail off, unable to complete my thought.

“Like lying next to you?”

Zyglavis reads my mind and says what I’m unable to. I nod silently. The room is quiet for a moment, and, embarrassed, I open my mouth to dismiss the idea, to say I’ll grit my teeth and bear the terror, but, to my surprise, Zyglavis climbs into the bed and lies down beside me. I blink.

“You’re going to do it?” I ask, astonished.

“Might as well give it a try. Now hurry up and go back to sleep.” I take a deep breath and turn onto my right side, facing him, and curl up into a ball, gathering up the sheets and using them to cover the lower half of my face. Zyglavis lays on his back, his hands resting on his stomach, and looks up at the ceiling quietly. Gazing at his face, I whisper,

“Zyglavis?”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

I think I can see the corner of his mouth twitch up into a small smile, but the action is so quick and the room so dark that I can’t be sure. I force my eyes to close.

Before I know it, I’m asleep.

The nightmares stop completely.

Zyglavis lies beside me every night now, and I’m able to get peaceful rest again. It’s nice, sleeping nightmarelessly through the night.

That’s not to say that dreaming has stopped; they’re just not scary dreams anymore.

I’m having a new dream now. In it, I’m in a dark room, but the darkness doesn’t scare me as in my other dream. This darkness is calming and peaceful, and each time, as I’m enjoying the calm, someone appears in the distance. Somewhere inside me, I know who it is, and I try to go to him. But it seems that no matter how fast I run or how loud I call out, he can’t hear me, and he keeps getting farther and farther away. I want so badly to reach him, to grab his hand and look up at his face. I want to see him smile at me. I want him to stroke my hair with one of his large, warm hands. I want him to tell me that everything will be okay.

But he’s always out of reach.

When I wake up, I realize that I’ve been dreaming about Zyglavis.

This morning, when I blink my eyes open to my alarm, I notice something unusual. “Mm…?” Why does my chest feel heavy? It’s not uncomfortable, I can breathe just fine, but it feels like something is lying on me. Snowdrop? I glance around, and see that she’s curled up on the windowsill, snoozing away. And then, I look to my side.

My eyes widen.

Beside me, Zyglavis is asleep, his perfectly sculpted face less than two inches away from mine, his impossibly long eyelashes moving in time with his breathing. It’s his arm that I’m feeling; it’s draped over me over top of the covers, like a couple cuddling. Except we aren’t a couple.

My mind is telling me to shove away, but my body stays perfectly still, my eyes glued onto Zyglavis’ peaceful face as he sleeps. My free hand fiddles blindly around for my phone, which is still going off, and I clumsily turn off the alarm.

“Mm…” Zyglavis mumbles in his sleep, his cheek twitching as a stray strand of hair tickles him, and then, his mouth curls into a small smile. I wonder what he’s dreaming about. I hope it’s happy. “Hmph…Eden…”

My body goes stiff. Did he just…say my name?

Without thinking, I reach out and stroke his cheek. It’s warm, and soft. Impossibly so. He said my name, and his arm is wrapped tightly but not uncomfortably around me, holding me as if, if he doesn’t, I’ll be taken away from him. I allow myself to imagine for a moment what’d it be like to be with Zyglavis. I wonder if he’d be sweet, protective, the strong boyfriend half of girls dream of. Or, maybe he’d be cool and mysterious, the badass boyfriend the other half dream about. What would it be like when he kissed me? Would he hold my hand in public?

I sigh deeply, a bittersweet feeling rising up inside my chest. In the back of my mind, I know that everything I just thought of will never happen, but I can’t stop the hope from planting itself firmly in my heart. I’m only setting myself up for pain later on, but I can’t let it go.

The rest of the day passes by in a daze. Halfway through third period biology, that same headache I’ve been having decided to grace me with its presence. At lunch, after having been practically dragged to the cafeteria by Phoebe, I’ve barely touched my food. Zyglavis pushes away from the table and goes into the a-la-cart line, but I don’t lift my eyes from my tray. Somehow I managed to worm my way out from under his arm this morning after enjoying the feeling of being held for a few more minutes without waking him up, so he doesn’t know anything. He was surprised when I woke him up after I got ready. It was kind of funny, actually.

When I shook him awake, he jerked away from me, his eyes shooting open and a shocked gasp hitching in his throat. He had looked around the room with an adorably confused look on his face, and his hair was smashed flat against his head, a red mark on the side of his face from where he laid on the pillow. He had never looked so cute before.

A sharp jab of pain runs along the front of my forehead, and I press my knuckles to it, massaging it in a vain attempt to lessen the pain. All the noise in the room is making my mind swim.

“Here, Eden.” Zyglavis has sat back down beside me and offers me a bottle of Propel, lime-flavored. I offer a small smile and take it, uttering a thank-you, and open it.

As I’m taking a sip, I look up and notice that Luke and Carson are getting into it.

“And I’m telling you, man, DeLaney sucks ass! It ain’t no wonder Ohio State sucks, they can’t put together a good team,” Carson says.

“You’re saying Ohio State sucks?” Luke shoots back. “Boy, until Michigan actually wins a game, I don’t even consider them a rival.”

“What’s going on?” Zyglavis asks me.

“Oh, Luke and Carson are really big into football. They’re fighting about their favorite teams,”

“Ohio State and Michigan are rivals in football,” Phoebe adds.

“Though they shouldn’t be!” Luke exclaims. “Ohio State kicks Michigan’s ass every year, and it’s gonna be the same no matter what!”

Phoebe scoffs.

“Carson’s just butt-hurt because Michigan lost to Ohio State in the ‘big game’ this year. Again.”

“You know damn good and well Michigan beat Ohio State eighty-six to zero once!” Carson snaps.

“Yeah, in 1902!” Luke snorts.

“Guys, stop.”

I interject. All eyes at the table turn to me. One unspoken rule we have at this table is: when Luke and Carson get into an argument over football, let them yell it out and don’t get involved. And I just broke that rule.

“I know football is life to you two, but, it is what it is, right? And, the whole point of football is to watch and have fun, not get into petty little arguments over it.” Carson opens his mouth as if to say something, but Phoebe elbows him in the side.

“Eden’s right. Let’s just eat our lunches, okay? There’s always next year.”

“Yeah, and Michigan will beat Ohio State,” Carson says, but he sounds like he’s in a much better humor than before.

“Psh. Yeah, right.” Luke rolls his eyes, but he has a smile on his face now.

“You wanna bet?”

“How much?”

I sigh, and lean back in my seat, taking another drink of my water, glancing over to Zyglavis, who has a small smile on his face as he stares down at his folded hands. I wonder for a moment what he’s smiling about, but when my head starts thudding painfully again, I let it go.

When Zyglavis and I arrive at the mansion after school, my headache has lessened to a nice, blissful, dull thudding. Scorpio immediately corners Zyglavis, talking to him rather intensely about some situation with the dark gods, and I hear a small “Pst!”

Frowning, I look around the room to see Ichthys and Dui peering around the entrance to the back hallway, Ichthys wearing his signature grin and Dui looking rather conflicted. Ichthys raises a hand and crooks his index finger at me, his eyes darting over to Zyglavis for a moment before looking back at me. I squint my eyes.

I don’t trust this.

However, as much as I don’t trust it, I walk over to where the two gods are, and Ichthys wastes no time grabbing me and dragging me down the hall, Dui trailing behind us.

“Hey!” I hiss. “What are you doing?”

“Shh, shh!” Ichthys harshly yet playfully shushes me, and continues pulling me down the hall until we reach a bedroom; he shoves me inside.

The room is themed with many shades of green, from the down bed comforter to the thin, wispy curtains on either side of it. The bed raises several inches off the ground, coming up to about my thighs, and it made of rich, dark wood, the dresser, desk, and end tables matching. There’s a small ottoman at the foot of the bed, and the walls are a pale green.

“Why do we have to use my room?” I hear Dui complain as he and Ichthys enter behind me.

“What is going on?” I demand, more confused than anything. Ichthys smiles in his usual happy way and holds up both hands, his index fingers pointing up.

“Alright,” He begins, his voice filled with excitement. “Ziggle drives all of us crazy, including you, right?” I make a face at Ichthys and cross my arms.

“Yeah, sometimes. And?”

“Well today, you, me, and Dui over here, we’re gonna prank Minister Uptight.”

My eyes widen as a feeling like ice cold water runs through my body.

“I’m sorry, prank Zyglavis?” I say, my voice little more than a breath. As much as Zyglavis drives people insane, I really don’t want to see what he’ll do if I, or anyone else, pulls a prank on him.

However, either Ichthys doesn’t see my apprehension or he’s ignoring it.

“Yup! I’ve been planning this for three whole days. It’s fool-proof! Here’s what we’re gonna do…”

“Uh, wait, wait,” I say, waving my hands out in front of me. “I really don’t think I want to prank Zyglavis. I mean, I spend the most time with him, and I don’t want him to be angry with me. I mean, you’ve met him, right? You know he has a bit of a temper,” Ichthys cocks his head, sticking out his bottom lip just a bit, looking like a sad little puppy.

“Aw, c’mon, Eden! It’s not like I’m gonna hurt him or anything! This prank isn’t like the others I pull. I figure with the Zigster, I should start off small, then build up to my usual pranks.”

Ichthys has the best nicknames for Zyglavis.

Still, even though Ichthys is like a cute, albeit mischievous little boy, and, even though he says his prank isn’t too bad, this is Ichthys we’re talking about here. I’ve only known him for a few months, but I already know just how impish he can be.

I make a small ‘I don’t know’ sound, and, surprisingly, Dui steps in and takes Ichthys’ side.

“Believe it or not, he is telling the truth,” Dui says. “This prank is very much on the small-scale compared to his usuals.” “Mmm…” I still shake my head a bit, pressing my lips tightly together, and curling my fingers at my sides and shaking my leg. Seeing that I still don’t feel all that confident about it, Ichthys approaches me.

“Listen, Eden. I’ll take all the blame if you want me to. I just need you to set the trap for me, that’s all. He probably won’t even know you did it,” I stare up at him, long and hard, until he actually begins shifting his weight in discomfort. I sigh, giving in.

“What do you need me to do?”

I do just as Ichthys instructs me, and set the trap for Zyglavis in the parlor. He’s still completely engrossed in his conversation with Scorpio, and didn’t seem to notice when I put the small box down on the coffee table.

After that, Dui hurriedly rushes me to the back-hall door, where he, I and Ichthys all wait with bated breath.

My heart is racing like a roadrunner in my chest, my fingers curled tightly into the palms of my hands. When I glance at Ichthys, I see his smile is incredibly wide, revealing his perfect white teeth. Looking at Dui, I can see that he’s just as nervous as I am, but he still looks happily anxious. I look back into the parlor.

Zyglavis is just finishing his discussion with Scorpio, who walks out toward the entrance way, closing the doors behind him.

As Zyglavis turns, he notices the box I had set down on the coffee table and walks over to it, a small pleased look on his face. He sits down on the couch facing us and sets down the small stack of papers Scorpio had given him, opening the box and picking out what’s inside. Chocolate…?

As I’m wondering if Ichthys maybe put habanera or wasabi in them, I hear a familiar snap, and suddenly, Zyglavis’ appearance changes.

My eyes widen, and I snort, trying to hold back laughter.

The ponytail that had once been silky and straight draped over Zyglavis’ right shoulder has become wildly curly, and pulled into two distinct pigtails at the sides of his head, a frilly pink headband holding his bangs to the side.

Zyglavis freezes, his expression a mixture of confusion and anger as he slowly reaches a hand up to touch his hair. His eyes shoot open wide, and I swear I can see his cheeks turn red as he slowly opens his mouth.

The voice that comes out is loud, angry, and surprisingly cute.

“ICHTHYS!”

“Pfft!” Ichthys snorts as Dui grabs my hand and yanks me down the hall, away from the scene of the crime.

We bolt down the hallway, running as fast as our legs can carry us—and I have to try even harder considering Dui’s legs are longer than mine—flying to the left about fifty feet away from the doorway we were just at; Dui slides on a rug and slams into a wall. “You okay?” I gasp, half-laughing, half-panting. He nods with a huge smile and takes off again, me trailing behind him.

As we’re running, our laughing causes us to run out of breath, and we have to stop so we can try to breathe. “I can’t believe he did that!” I gasp.

“That’s tame for Ichthys,” Dui says with a wide smile.

“That’s tame?” I ask, running a hand through my hair, now tangled a bit from the wind. “What else has he done?”

“Well, I say tame because it would be had his target been literally anyone but Zyglavis, but…this may be his most daring prank yet.” He winks at me.

As Dui and I are standing across from each other in the wide hallway, laughing together, I see that Ichthys is barreling down the hall, moving like Usain Bolt.

“Hey! May wanna haul ass!” He exclaims as he zooms past us.

We both look down the hall to see a dark imposing figure coming toward us, moving as fast as Ichthys, but almost like he’s on one of those moving floors at airports. His arms aren’t even moving.

“Oh, crap! Come on!”

Dui grabs my hand again and we take off around the corner, making a right instead of left like Ichthys. I know that we’ve royally pissed Zyglavis off, but, I can’t help but continue smiling as we run as fast as we can down the seemingly endless hallways of the mansion.

I thought my time here would be dull, but with Ichthys and Dui around, it’s anything but.

Dui and I assumed that Zyglavis had captured Ichthys as we never ran into him again while we were running ourselves, so Dui took me back to his room, where the scheming all took place.

“You know, I don’t think I ever ran that hard in my life,” I say as I sit down on the edge of Dui’s bed. He smiles as me as he double checks to make sure no one—especially that special someone—is coming down for us and closes the door.

“From what Zyglavis has told us about you, I’m surprised you didn’t fall down.” I scoff happily and swing my legs back and forth.

“So, why exactly does Zyglavis…you know, act like he does? I mean, I know his job, like all of yours, is to punish humans, but…I don’t know, it just seems like he does it so coldly,”

“Hmmmm…” Dui hums as he thinks, and sits down beside me. “Well, Zyglavis is the chief minister of our department, for one. And, for two...well…” He trails off, his eyes averting to look toward the window next to his bed.

“What?” I gently press. Dui looks at me hesitantly, his milk chocolate eyes careful.

“Eden, Zyglavis has been around way longer than the rest of us have. He’s even older than Leon, by almost five hundred years,” I blink. Now that I think about it, the gods are immortal. They don’t age. It comes as a shock to me to learn that Zyglavis is that old.

“And…” He trails off, and I gently put my hand on his arm.

“And…?” I gently press. Dui sighs, like he doesn’t want to tell me, but has resigned himself to doing so. “The gods and the humans used to live on Earth together,” My eyes widen, my jaw dropping.

“Really?” I breathe. That fact is extremely hard to comprehend, seeing as how some of the gods I’ve met act like humans are bottom-feeding scum. Dui nods solemnly.

“Yes. A very, very long time ago. I never lived on Earth. I was born when the Heavens was already created, but Zyglavis…he was born on Earth, and he lived on Earth for a long time before the gods segregated themselves from the humans,”

“Why did they do that?” He looks at me sadly, and then begins fiddling with his gloves.

“Well…all of the humans used to be like you. Good, and pure. But as humans began ruling over other humans, wars broke out, greed and envy and anger and resentment took over the humans’ pure hearts, and it gave way for evil to grow. The gods tried to stop it, but the humans wouldn’t listen. As the fighting grew worse, dark, evil beings began to sprout up, and the gods fled from the now ‘dirtied’ Earth and created the Heavens. But Zyglavis…” Dui pauses for a moment, his face filled with nothing but admiration for his boss. “Zyglavis stayed on Earth. He tried to make the humans see the error of their ways. I heard that a few gods who wanted to wipe out the human race entirely had told them that Zyglavis was trying to cause strife, tried to get them to turn on him. And they did just that. And even after being betrayed by both the gods and the humans, Zyglavis kept using all of his power to protect the human race. He refused to leave the Earth until the king promised that no harm would purposely befall the humans.

“Eden, it isn’t in Zyglavis’ nature to turn his back on you humans. He is a god who loves humanity more deeply than any other god. That’s why he acts the way he does when he’s punishing people. He really, truly wants them to see the error of their ways and turn back to the right path, and his methods do work, whether you want to accept it or not. Do you understand that?”

I sit in silence, listening to Dui’s soft voice explain to me Zyglavis’ painful past. I can’t imagine how he must have felt, torn between the humans he wanted to protect, and the gods who he belonged to by blood. Even though I have a small crush on him, I still went and judged him without even knowing him. I feel awful. I feel like a judgmental prick.

I hang my head in shame.

Just then, the door to the room opens without so much as a knock, and there Zyglavis stands, his hair pulled from the pigtails, but still in wild waves. He lifts his hand to me and cocks his index finger once, his expression irritated. Without my usual quip or eye roll, I push myself from Dui’s bed and walk over to Zyglavis, my head hung like a dog who knows it’s done bad. “I’ll deal with you later.” He tells Dui icily before gently but firmly taking my arm and leading me from the room.

As we walk in suffocating silence down the halls to Zyglavis’ room, I look up at him. I’m walking a half step behind him, and it’s harder than usual to see his face because of all that hair flipping this way and that, but, he somehow looks different to me now. Now that I know more about him and his past, he looks kinder, softer, than he has before. I had always thought that he was inhumanly gorgeous, but now I can see him as a truly beautiful being. Not just in the face and body, but in the heart and soul as well.

Sensing my eyes on him, he throws a glare at me. “Stop staring at my hair.” He snarls, seemingly more embarrassed than angry. I shake my head.

“I wasn’t staring at your hair.” I murmur. His expression flattens, and he stops walking.

“Then what were you staring at?” My cheeks involuntarily warm up as I shrug my shoulders.

“Just…you, I guess,”

“You guess?” I don’t answer, I just nod. “I don’t understand.” I shrug my shoulders again, and, thankfully, Zyglavis lets it drop, turning his face from me with a sigh and picking up the pace again.

Back in his room, I watch him as he brushes out the tangled mess that once was his perfectly straight and silky hair. As he works the brush through it, occasionally hissing and swearing under his breath, it hits me just how human gods can act sometimes. Pulling pranks, smiling and laughing, eating every once in a while, down to something as simple as brushing one’s hair. It’s wrong of us to fear them. It’s wrong for us to believe that they don’t exist, that they don’t always watch over us and keep us safe from the unknown. I turn my eyes down.

And then…to have known about the gods’ existence, and to deliberately turn your back on them, on the one god who fought harder than all the rest to keep you and yours safe…it’s incredibly unfair and sad. He must have felt more alone than anyone else ever could have. The gods trying to turn the humans against him, and the humans doing just that…it must have torn him apart. I knew that he loves his own kind, but now that I know he loves humans as well, it feels so heartbreaking.

I swallow tightly.

At that moment, Zyglavis puts his hairbrush down and throws his hair back into that side ponytail, grumbling to himself about, “…really going to punish him for this…” For whatever reason, seeing him now, acting like nothing happened, even if it happened so long ago, makes me emotional. He survived. He endured. And he became one of the most powerful gods in the Heavens.

Sighing heavily, Zyglavis turns to face me, his mouth open like he’s going to say something, but his stern look is replaced by a look of shock when he sees my face. Only then do I realize I’m crying.

“Why on Earth are you crying?” He asks me, completely bewildered. “Are you that afraid of me?” My body instantly reacts to that question by jumping off the bed and lunging to him, my arms going around his waist and squeezing tightly. His body is warm against my skin, and he tenses up, standing awkwardly with me holding him. “Eden, what in the world is the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” I sob. “I’m so sorry, for how I’ve acted. I judged you before I even knew who you are. I’m not the least bit afraid of you…not anymore,”

“What are you talking about?”

He gently takes ahold of my shoulders and forces me back to look down at my face. I swipe at the tears falling down my cheeks as I say, “Dui told me…he said that you lived on Earth a long time ago, that you were the last god on Earth, and that you protected the humans when the other gods wanted to eradicate them. He said even though you protected them, they turned their backs to you, and you still…you still didn’t leave,” Zyglavis’ narrow eyes widen slightly at my explanation. “And I just thought you hated the humans like some other gods do. I thought you liked causing your punishment targets pain. I had no idea…I can’t imagine what that must’ve felt like. It makes me upset to think that you were alone like that. I know that it was a long time ago, but…I’m sorry. I’m just…sorry.”

Zyglavis stares down at me like I have a third eye, and the room is quiet for a few moments, save for my small gasps for air. Then, he says, “You…you’re crying…for my sake?” I sniffle, and nod. “Why?” The question, whispered, in a voice of pure shock, makes me look up at him.

“Because it’s not fair, how you were treated. No one should feel alone like that, especially when they’re exhausting themselves trying to protect people. It’s so sad.”

A few more tears fall from my eyes, and before I can wipe them away myself, my shoulders jump slightly when I feel a gloved finger gently run across my cheek. I turn my eyes up and see that Zyglavis is staring down at me, his expression perplexed but also more gentle than I have ever seen it before. He wipes away my tears, catching every single one before it has a chance to reach my jaw.

“Allow me to tell you something,” He says in a low, lulling voice. “Not all of my time on Earth was like what Dui described.” I sniffle.

“Really?” Zyglavis nods his head slowly.

“Yes. You know how clear the skies are in Alaska? How you can see many stars and the Aurora Borealis? Well, a long, long time ago, you could see ten times as many stars from Earth, and the air was cleaner, like—”

“Like clean linen?” Zyglavis blinks, then smiles a bit.

“Yes, exactly like clean linen,” Just how you always smell. “And the people were gentle and kind. They went to bed when the sun set and rose when it did. The gods and the humans mingled without a second thought of their statuses. It was peaceful.”

Zyglavis’ description about his time on Earth before all the pandemonium makes me happier than I was before. I’m glad to know that not all his days on Earth were chaotic.

“Do you feel a little better now?” He asks me. I look up at him, my eyes still wet and my eyelashes dewy, and nod.

“Good.”

Then his expression becomes stern and I pull back from him, gulping. “Now, about that prank…”

“Oh, Zyglavis…about that…” I back up from him and he follows me, his hand raised as if he’s about to punish me.

Still, I can’t help but smile.

#star crossed myth #zyglavis #leon #scorpio #Karno #huedhaut #Teorus #aigonorous #tauxolouve #dui #ichthys #partheno #krioff #fanfic #otome game

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carey-pricemas · 8 years ago

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Playoffs- Auston Matthews

Ok so you guys get two smuts today because I didn't get Andre out yesterday so Happy Easter! (This was terrible planning on my part tbh!) So for those who aren't joining us, up next is: Andre Burakovsky!

Warning: sex, smut, smexy time, cursing

Anon Request: can you do an auston matthews smut?? i love him so much and i can never find any smut worthy and you're one of the best imagine writers on tumblr

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You were going to cry.

The Leafs were going to the playoffs!

And you were there to see it!

Auston was SO going to get lucky when you guys got home.

You were lucky that you were even able to make it to the game. Your plane from Arizona had been delayed and you barely had time to throw your suitcase into Auston's apartment before rushing off to the ACC. He didn't even know you were coming.

Auston was in for a hell of a surprise.

"(Y/N)" Ema called out. You made your way to her and hugged her tight.

"They did it!" you said. You hugged Brian as well.

"It was a nail biter" Brian joked.

"It wouldn't be the Leafs if it weren't" you joked.

"Let's go!" Ema said, grabbing your hand. Brian followed you two down to the waiting area.

"(Y/N)!" Steph yelled. "You're here!"

"I made it!" you laughed, hugging her tightly.

"Ahhh! Good! We were recording it for you in case you were still on the plane!" You hugged the rest of the girls and stood chatting with them while you waited for your boys to finish up with the media and their showers. As they started trickling out, they greeted you warmly.

"Would you look who's here" Mitch teased as he hugged you.

"I know! Auston coming out anytime soon?" Before Mitch could open his mouth to respond, the locker room door opened once more and Auston stepped out. His eyes scanned the room for his parents, but found you first.

"Surprise!" you yelled.

"Holy shit" he said grinning. You raced to him and laughed as he picked you up and swung you around. "I made it in time to see the game!"

"You're here! What are you doing here?" he asked, setting you back down.

"I couldn't not come support my boyfriend in his quest to drag these losers kicking and screaming to the playoffs." Auston laughed. He hugged you once more and you held on tightly.

You had been with Auston for a few years now, supporting him when he went to Michigan, then Sweden, to get to where he was today. But now he was firmly settled in Toronto and you were in school in Arizona, so the time you guys had together was limited.

So as soon as you finished your midterms, you had hopped on a plane to see him win against the Penguins.

"Missed you" you whispered.

"Same" he said, kissing you.

"Look at the lovebirds!" Matt chirped. Auston flipped him off as you laughed.

"We need to celebrate" you whispered. Auston's eyes glittered in deviousness as he grinned at you.

"Oh yeah."

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"Shit" Auston hissed. You looked up at him through your lashes, your mouth latched firmly around his cock.

Ema and Brian had insisted on taking you out for a celebration dinner before they went back to their hotel. Apparently Auston's appetite for food was greater than his appetite for you, because he readily agreed.

So you had sat through a meal, chatting with the Matthews’ and catching up, Auston's hand sliding further up your thigh with each passing moment.

The moment his parents had dropped you off, Auston whisked you into his apartment and to his bedroom.

Apparently one appetite was settled, so Auston was ready for the second course.

Which was how you found yourself on your knees in front of him, using his thick thighs as balance as you took his cock fully into your mouth. His hands were tangled in your hair and you moaned as his hips thrust softly, turning you on more.

"(Y/N)" Auston growled, yanking your head away. You licked your lips and stood. "So fucking beautiful" he groaned, kissing you hard. Auston gently laid you down on the bed, covering your body with his own.

"Auston" you murmured as his mouth attached to your neck, sucking hard. Your hands worked on the buttons of his dress shirt, pushing the fabric from his shoulders. Auston finished shrugging out of the shirt and tossed it aside before his hands moved to your breasts, kneading them through the fabric of your jersey.

"Too many clothes" he breathed. You nodded, breathless as Auston pulled back. He slowly moved his hands down your body to the hem of your jersey, bringing the fabric up and over your head and down your arms, fingers skimming your sensitive skin along the way. He stared at your breasts, covered in scraps of lace before reaching behind you and flicking opened the clasp, tossing the lace aside easily.

"Auston" you panted, arching your back.

"Shh" he said softly. "So damn beautiful" his head dipped down and he brought one peak into his mouth, his hand pinching the other. You gasped and bucked your hips as shots of pleasure ran through you. You could feel your panties getting wetter as Auston continued to torment you, switching from one taut peak to the other and back again.

"Auston" you groaned. "Please."

Auston grinned up at you, dragging his lips over your skin until he pressed a kiss right above the waistband if your jeans. You whimpered as he slowly slid the zipper down, pulling back the two sides to reveal your lace thong.

"Fuck baby" he groaned. You lifted your hips and Auston took the cue, slowly sliding the fabrics over your hips and down your legs.

"Please, Auston." Auston's eyes darkened as your legs fell apart. He crawled up your body and settled his hips between your legs, his cock nudging against you.

"I love you" he whispered, kissing you. You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair.

"Love you too, Auston." Auston reached between you and guided his cock to your entrance, slipping inside. You pulled in a harsh breath as he filled you. "Auston" you whispered, your legs wrapping around his waist. He said nothing as he slowly thrust into you, his mouth taking your own in a dominant kiss.

You panted as his thrusts became more urgent, his mouth sliding down your neck and biting into the delicate skin. You cried out as your own hips lifted to meet Auston's pace.

"Auston" you cried out. He grinned against your skin as he picked up the pace more, slamming into you with each thrust, his hips pressing against your clit as he bottomed out. "Fuck" you cried out your back arching off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you hard, your muscles squeezing around Auston's cock as he continued to pound into you.

"Come on baby" he coaxed, his fingers moving to rub against your clit. Tears filled your eyes as your sensitive nub was used to quickly build up another harsh orgasm.

As the waves washed over you once more, Auston came inside of you, his cock throbbing. Auston rolled so you were laying on top of him, still connected as your breathing settled down. He grabbed the sheet on the floor and pulled it over the two of you to keep you from getting cold as your sweaty skin met the cool air of his bedroom.

Your cheek was settled on his chest, eyes closed in pure exhaustion as you listened to his breathing and heart rate settle down.

"I still can't believe you're here" he whispered.

"I am" you confirmed. "And I'll be here for a while."

"Huh?" You lifted your head to look at him, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for his reaction.

"I'm transferring to the University of Toronto."

"Are you fucking with me?" he asked, glimmers of hope in his eyes.

"No, Auston. I didn't want to say anything until I got in, but..." You took another deep breath. "Next semester I'm moving to Toronto."

"Holy fuck I love you" Auston blurted. You laughed and cuddled into your boyfriend. "Mom will be happy you'll be here to cook for me."

"I think she'll be happy for other reasons too." Auston groaned as you giggled.

"We are NOT ready for children yet!"

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Ok there you have it! The adult man child who can't cook or take care of his apartment apparently XD Poor Auston gets roasted from everyone! Anyway let me know what you thought! Up next: Andre Burakovsky!

#auston matthews #matts #matty #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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frandywharhol-blog · 7 years ago

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The Discovery

Purple hair cascading down his face, lips curled around a Menthol Smooth, because Christmas should come every two hours or so, with an aesthetic of quasi apathy he inhaled and exhaled with an expression that could be considered as forlorn. Frandy leaning against the wooded privacy fence, enjoying the ambience of Knocked Loose’s Bryan Garris screaming about how he, “Had wrote a song about getting better.” as well as about how, “It’s a feeling he can’t remember.” oh yeah and, “Counting worms.” and the surrounding conversations of how the tone of some obscure djent band was, “next level but still nothing as good as Meshuggah.” He politely flicked the butt of his cigarette into the proper disposal bin, because being a heathen was not “rad”, to which he proceeded to walk inside attempting to slip out early to avoid the inevitable mini traffic jam that always seems to happen at these kinds of settings. After exchanging a few power high fives, an aggressively masculine fist bump, and the awkward hug from some guy who has a strong possibility of being old enough to be his father, Frandy made it out of the venue just as the final song of the set was finished.

Getting into his ’02 Corolla he adjusted the rearview mirror, it always seems to move at a complete stand still, and started the car. Pulling out of the gravel lot he turned off towards the direction of home he turned the radio on to the smooth stylings of the National Public Radio just as they were finishing up a story on the worsening state of Flint, Michigan and their ongoing plight of not having clean water. As the story was ending and the reporter was doing their heavily scripted outro, it was then Frandy noticed that his vehicle was losing momentum, not to mention the copious amounts of smoke starting to rise from what he could only imagine was the eighth layer of Hell known only as his engine. He pulled over onto a side road in a neighborhood, safely of course, he sat a minute, car turned off and keys in hand, thinking to himself, “God dammit, why does my car insist on dying out now?” with a look of apathetic annoyance clearly seen all over his face. After a moment he popped the hood and got out, walking around to the front of his car, thinking of what could have caused such an inconvenience, after looking at the car for a solid three and a half minutes, he came to the conclusion that he had no inkling of what was wrong with his car. He pulled out his phone of his coat pocket and called up a friend who would be able to help.

“Hey Mary Anne, it’s Frandy, yeah no Flynn decided to crap out now. The engine was smoking and I was losing speed” Frandy explained to Mary Anne, a sweet lady of an age where she was enjoying mystery novels and coffee at a leisurely time of ten a.m. consistently.

“Well dammit.” She characteristically stated, “Where are you stuck, Frandy?”

“Over off Western and North West One Hundred Fourth Street. I’m next to this crusty looking yard right after you turn in.”

“Okay, Frank and I will be there in about twenty minutes.” Mary Anne reassured him.

“Thank you, Mary Anne.” Frandy said as he ran his free right hand through his hair in a combination of relief and to fix it in a way where it was made to look disheveled.

“See you soon, love you, bye.” Mary Anne said with a degree of urgency.

Picking up on that urgency, Frandy stated the same thing and the line clicked the call ended.

He stood there in silence briefly lost in thought when he realized that he really needed to pee, so he looked around, not wanting to urinate on someone’s dying azaleas, he walked out towards Western looking left and looking right and saw a nice corner store, that couldn’t possibly be sketchy at ten thirty or so at night. He ventured out, knowing that he had some time to kill, toward the store. It was mildly brisk, which wasn’t uncommon for a late October in the area. Finally making his way past the parking lot he walked in and headed directly for the restroom to which he finished his business but not before buying a cheap pack of gum so at least to appease the gentleman who appeared to be, “that kind of person”. Exiting the premise, he made his way back on the same path from which he walked before to his stranded vehicle. Stopping briefly to pull out another cigarette and to light it before venturing on

As he was walking down Western, inhaling and exhaling smoke, he noticed that it had become shockingly quiet for a Saturday evening. The usual passing cars were not to be heard or seen for that matter and Frandy had this odd feeling in his gut, around his spleen to be precise. He looked over his shoulder, making sure that he wasn’t being followed however much to his chagrin and confirming his fears there was a figure wearing a black leather jacket that clearly has seen better days, black jeans of the same condition and a white tank top, if you could call it that, holes were rampant. The only thing he could not see was this figure’s face. Still walking, Frandy kept an eye on him over his shoulder, holding tight to the keys in his pocket, ready to pull them if needed to defend himself. Yet the figure, stood there until very suddenly and with an enormous amount of animosity bolted in the direction of Frandy.

At that very moment, the cigarette was thrown with a quickness and Frandy was in a full sprint down Western zipping past streets hoping he could put some semblance of distance between him and this assailant. His lungs turning to fire, hating himself and struggling to breathe this assailant was quickly gaining on him. Thinking he had no other choice Frandy turned around, hands wrapped around his keys, his largest being a bent key that he, for some really obscure reason he still kept attached to the carbineer, protruding from between his fingers ready to strike. Everything slowed in that instant, the adrenaline kicking, Frandy aware of all that was going on in he waited until this person was within punching distance, as they approached Frandy he struck the figure directly in what could only be described as an eye and yet it did not impede the force that was this monster.

The being collapsed onto Frandy as the both fell on to the ground, Oklahoma never really believed in sidewalks, his hands out turned protecting his face and for the first time got a glimpse of its face. It was straight out of a Stephen King novel, gruesome in all aspects. It’s skin could only justifiably be described as someone who needed to be treated in a burn ward, the keys however were lodged into an eye socket yet it’s eyes were white cylinders, no iris, corneas, or retinas. The monstrosities mouth agape, screaming that is only dreamt of in nightmares, with two very jagged rows of rotted teeth and fetid breath that is only rivaled by a pit in the summer with no A/C, was lunging for Frandy’s face.

Frandy’s eyes tightly shut felt a certain degree of power welling within him, starting from his pounding heart and extending towards his limbs shaking with the weight of this ghoul’s weight upon him. As he opened his eyes two events happened simultaneously. His hands glowing an eerie hue of blue, the kind you usually find in neon in a shady part of town and this ghoul clamoring to put distance between itself and Frandy. It regained its stance and very quickly backed off still keeping it’s one eye on Frandy. Frandy, quickly got up hands now not only glowing but this ethereal-esque orb forming of what at this point can safely be assumed as “fire”. Frandy, having watched enough anime, pushed his hands forward in the only way he could think of extending what was keeping this nightmare and for once to his surprise not only did something happen but this wisp of “fire” shot itself towards this demon with a speed and force comparable to a baseball being thrown connecting with its target’s directly where it’s heart would be. The monster was knocked down with a gaping hole in its chest, still. Frandy limped over, keeping his hands outstretched just in case. This monster’s eyes were lifeless, more so then when Frandy initially looked at them, to make sure, Frandy pulled his keys quickly out of its eye. Nothing happened, the corpse still. Frandy, relieved, backed slowly, still starting at the body sprawled out on the ground between the two streets. He fumbled with pulling out his phone and as he was struggling, the body began to disintegrate in to ash and oddly enough a wind swept it all away.

He made it back to his vehicle and in that entire time he still had another ten minutes. Still shaken, he pulled out his pack of menthols, the pack crushed but the cigarettes still intact, albeit a little smashed, pulled one out and lit it finally taking a seat in the driver’s seat, taking a huge well-deserved drag from it, the ember dimly lighting the interior of his car. The window rolled down he stuck his hand out the window trying to experience the that same feeling of power. Really reaching for it, it happened and he saw the same orb from before floating above his outstretched hand, no feeling of discomfort in anyway as if it was just super natural for it to just be there. After a brief minute, all Frandy could say was, “Frickin’ sick.”

#Frandy #Wharhol #short story #tumblr #image #illustaration #Oklahoma #author #text

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heartofkat · 7 years ago

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Plot 001: Life is on a Bus Seat

It begins with a joke and an old bus. The joke is one that was said between laughter and half-hoped dreams. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just get out of here?” The bus-RV-hybrid sits in an old car lot. It sells for a family discount and dirt cheap. It paints an absurd shade of teal easier than it should, and then the joke isn’t a joke anymore. They realize that they can do this, so they do. It isn’t hard to say goodbye to the lives that they were never truly attached to.

They drive and end up in one of those mushed together states that no one ever knows the names of. The twins are found at a run down gas station sitting in the middle of no where. It’s an adjustment when they join. One that fills the spaces of the too big bus and the emptiness of the beds. Everyone is running from something, so it’s no shock that the twins were as well.

Somewhere between the border of California and Arizona in a godforsaken desert is where the next part of their gang comes into play. She’s a tiny thing that causes a bar fight between one of the twins and her ex-boyfriend, but before either of them can take a swing, she’s already there, smashing a beer bottle in his face. They all get kicked out, but she continues to kick the sin out of her ex even when he’s down in the dirt. Eventually she thinks he’s had enough, and it isn’t even odd for her to hop on the bus with a backpack of her things the next morning.

The chill of Michigan makes them realize none of them are prepared for being cold, but the twins find ways to steal enough for them to keep warm - it’s always a contest for them. They’re sitting on a street corner drinking coffee, bought with pick pocketed cash, when someone snaps a polaroid of them. It shocks them all, but they quickly hand it to the group with a smile. Their plaid shirt and beanie sitting on top of green dyed hair makes them seem as if they are an open book, but the shadows under their eyes warn of the untold tales beneath the cover. A mountain of a man who looks both too old and too young at the same time shows up behind the picture taker, looking worrisome. He says nothing, only letting out a soft noise that the smaller of the two replies with words of reassurance. The rag tag group watches them, then asks them to go for drinks with them. It’s easy to convince one half to join because they’ve been running as long as they’ve been able to. The other is anchored down, but more so to people than a place. He realizes his anchor can be raised for now.

And so they begin. The travels of a group of young adults all running from something that is never to far over their shoulders on a bus that is an absurd shade of teal. They drink and smoke and steal and wish and dream and cry and…. Live. There’s a whispered mantra, though, between drops of icy rain and warm sea salt air of “We can’t do this forever.” Maybe forever will catch up to them at some point. It hasn’t just yet, though.

CHARACTERS

Siobhan Pyke [TAKEN]: She grew up with “Washington” since they were in preschool, and they’ve been a couple since eighth grade. Her mother died when she was only six, and it affected her father greatly. He threw himself into his study of neuroscience, leaving Siobhan to grow up practically on her own. She finds leaving a relief of getting away from the painful memories of her mother and having to be perfect for her father. It’s known that she is the psuedo leader of the group, the one everyone looks to when something goes wrong – like when the twins decided jumping off the roof of the bus was a good idea, and they both had to go to the hospital for broken bones. She has tattoos that cover her body, but the collection on her left arm means the most to her. A cluster of flowers for each state they found each other in, a new one for each new face. Texas, Nebraska, Arizona, Michigan. Siobhan knows that this is the happiest she’s ever been, but still finds herself dreading when everything will catch up to them. FC: Zoey Deutsch

Character B “Washington” [OPEN]: His mothers were the free spirited type that let him come and go as he pleased while still making sure that they raised him up correctly. He was definitely a gentleman, despite what Siobhan claims of him. To say that he’s impulsive would be an understatement. Siobhan made the joke of getting away on the bus while they were both high, but he managed to buy it off his uncle the next morning and spent time painting it Siobhan’s favorite shade of teal, making sure the insides matched the absurd outside as well. He presented it to her on her birthday, and two weeks later they were on the road. He’s often the ring leader of the group when it comes to trouble, CHARACTER E being a close second. FC Suggestions: K.J. Apa, John Boyega, Tyler Posey, or message me with your suggestion!

CHARACTER C “Petrov” [RESERVED]: He was born ten minutes before CHARACTER D, and he’ll never let her live it down. To say that they were never separate from each other would be an understatement. They created a secret language when they were old enough in order to make sure that their parents didn’t know what they were saying, but stuck to plain Russian around those who only spoke English. He was the more nurturing of the two, the one more likely to welcome someone than to glare at them until they ran off with their tail between their legs like CHARACTER D would. When he was seventeen, he realized that they weren’t like normal twins, sharing touches that lingered for just a little too long and gazes that were a tad too heated. When he brought home a girlfriend that was simply a way to get his mind off of his sister, CHARACTER D scared her into not coming back. After their eighteenth birthday, they gave up on caring anymore. CHARACTER C loves everyone of their rag tag group, and is often viewed as the innocent one despite his and his sister’s thieving for fun. FC Suggestions: Drew Roy (Adelaide), Tyler Hoechlin (Phoebe), Andrew Garfield (Elizabeth), or message me with your suggestion.

CHARACTER D “Petrov” [OPEN]: She is a fire that can burn down a whole forest. Everyone jokes about her fitting the angry lesbian stereotype, and her retort is always the same. “You can’t be a lesbian if you like cock as well.” It’s common knowledge that the boundaries of their group are pretty low, but CHARACTER D has never known anything about boundaries anyways, walking around in nothing but panties (not including a bra, because ‘goddamn could they be anymore restrictive?’) Her body is a canvas that just about has run out of blank space. It was her idea to drag CHARACTER E into a twin sandwich for the first time, as most ideas are her doing when it comes to the twins. CHARACTER D is an ice queen for sure, but she has her moments where the ice and barbed wire and explosives will disappear for a while to expose her heart. FC Suggestions: Adelaide Kane (Drew), Phoebe Tonkin (Tyler), Elizabeth Olsen (Andrew), or message me with your suggestion.

CHARACTER E [OPEN]: Don’t let her size fool you, because that’s when she’ll deceive you into thinking that she’s too small to handle herself. The first time the group met her, she was beating the shit out of her sleazy ex-boyfriend. When asked what’s she even doing with a group of people like those on the bus, CHARACTER E will mention something about demons and getting out of the desert to find herself. It’s usually best left unsaid, and the group tries to avoid the topic of what is supposed to be their “home” since their real home became a group of people instead of a place. She is manipulative in a way that will have someone else in the group carrying her on her back or the bartender giving them extra drinks. She even managed to get a whole tattoo for free once due to her charm, which she will boast about if given the opportunity. FC Suggestions: Lili Reinhart, Zendaya, Marie Avgeropoulos, or message me with your suggestion.

CHARACTER F [OPEN]: They grew up in a military family, so they never stayed in one place for too long. Their family expected them to grow up and do something with themselves, become a doctor and lawyer. Instead, they took up photography much to their parents’ dismay. CHARACTER F adopted a lifestye that screamed hipster, wearing nothing but plaid and skinny jeans and beanies and hair that changed color every month, and listening to music that no one had even heard of. They had been in Michigan for a while when they met CHARACTER G, and it wasn’t long before the two became quick friends. CHARACTER G was very protective of them, his size making sure no one would mess with them. Since joining the group, it’s obvious that things aren’t as perfect for CHARACTER F as everyone may believe. Sure it isn’t uncommon for someone to drink some jack with their coffee when they wake up, or to knock some back throughout the day (except for Siobhan, because driving the bus was a thing that had to happen, which meant she was in charge of it). However, alcohol and CHARACTER F have a relationship that isn’t as forgiving as everyone else’s, and more than once someone on the bus has found them in the bathroom clutching a bottle of vodka or rum and mumbling to themselves. FC Suggestions: Kaitlyn Alexander, Elliot Fletcher, Amandla Stenberg, message me with your suggestion! (Keep in mind, this character is non-binary.)

Character G [OPEN]: A lot isn’t known about him because he doesn’t talk as much as the others, but he’s still family as much as the others. He isn’t the only person that avoids talking about their past, and everyone wonders if CHARACTER F, whom he’s closest with ever since they found the two in Michigan, even know where he came from. CHARACTER G’s a mass of a man that is the tallest of the group, but despite this he is the most gentle and caring person of the bunch. He’s very protective of the ladies of the group, hanging over their shoulder at bars or clubs to make sure that there aren’t any assholes that try to harass them. It seems that CHARACTER G is the only one who actually knows how to cook real food without burning it, so when they have the money to (or if the twins have stolen the ingreidents), CHARACTER G will whip up the group a nice meal to enjoy. FC Suggestions: Alex Pettyfer, Michael Trevino, Alexander Ludwig, or message me with your suggestion!

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