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aryxchse · 1 month

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the hot lifeguard. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : no one's requesting for my husband so i simp for him on my own (and with my girl annabeth chase ofc)

warnings ; cursing, you being a simp (totally not inspired from me), him being a simp, maybe nsfw mentions idk just horny teens, hot percy jackson, my baby annabeth because she's too cute for you to handle, ALSO LONG ASS FIC WTF, well you know me, i'm a sucker for daughter of hera trope

having a crush on percy jackson was normal in the campers.

he was hot, powerful, funny, sarcastic, kind, loyal, and believe me, the list goes on.

so when he started working as a lifeguard in the camp, suddenly everyone was in the water. he, the little shit he is, surfed once in a while too, to give a little show to the girls and boys. he was the aphrodite cabin's precious, which piper was disgusted. but he was proud.

today was another day for the camp to be at lake, swimming. annabeth dragged you out from the peaceful hera cabin, saying that you should at least get in the water to survive this hot weather. even though you wanted to stay inside, she was right, like always. the weather was hot and you started to get embarresed from the amount of times you asked jason to create a wind for you.

now you were going to use percy's element to cool down, which is, your secret crush.

"having a crush on percy isn't bad as you think." annabeth said quietly, carrying her and your beach bags. you, who was carrying the snacks and your surfboard, sighed. "oh yeah? i'm literally in a fucking cult annabeth. the 'i-have-a-crush-on-percy-too' cult. and believe me, there's so many of us."

annabeth laughed at you and found a good spot while you were rambling. she put the bags down on the sand and pulled out a blue picnic blanket to claim the area.

"i know the cult, i was a member of it when i was like, 12." she joked, now putting the bags on top of the blanket to keep it in place. "then i left, realising i wasn't really in the cult."

you smirked at her as you took off your big camp shirt, laying on the blanket with your matched blue bikini. "see? you should know what i feel."

annabeth shrugged, taking off her own camp shirt, leaving herself with her yellow swimsuit. "not really." she said. "besides, there's no one like you in the cult. you're quite famous yourself."

you raised an eyebrow at her, taking a lemonade from the little fridge standed beside you. "how so, blondie?" you asked, taking a sip.

"well, you're the only daughter of the famous hera, and literally the definition of good. everyone knows and loves you, you're always helping people. the little kids call you mom sometimes for gods' sake." she explained, and you chuckled.

"what's that have to do with percy?" you asked as you grabbed a diet coke from the fridge. annabeth groaned, taking the diet coke from your hand. "what i'm trying to say is, you probably have his attention already. you're as famous as him and you're literally gorgeous."

you 'awww'ed at annabeth which she gagged playfully. you left a kiss to her cheek. "thanks annie, but i'm only successful at being little boys first love. not getting the famous percy jackson's attention."

annabeth groaned louder, laying on her back. "man, people talk about the skinny white boy like he's some god." she said. "when he was twelve, he was basically a loser."

you laughed at her and stood up, taking your surfboard. "how nice of you to talk about him like that." you joked, and annabeth made thumbs up to you. "anyways babe, i'll surf a little. there's a lotta good waves goin' on right now."

annabeth looked at the ocean and sighed. "you sure? it looks dangerous today." she said, and you only giggled at her worries. "oh please, you know i'm good at surfing as much as percy."

"yeah, sure. don't let piper hear that'." annabeth yelled after you as you walked away. you waved at her without turning back.

you looked around a bit. the apollo kids was blasting music in the food corner, which was now full of demigods. dionysus kids was making cocktails without the alcohol, because their dad's were watching them. chiron was just chilling next to mr d, a sunglass on his face, and the aphrodite kids was playing beach volleyball with the demeter kids.

then you looked at the right. oh, there he was.

percy jackson, sitted on the guard chair -you really didn't know what it's called- with that tan and muscular body of his. he had a sunglass on his face and an ice cream stick in his mouth. he lazily swinged his feet once in a while, and the blue shorts of his were looking so damn good on him. the red whistle hanged around on his bare chest, not that he touched it often.

you stopped staring when a girl accidently bumped you, apologising right after it. you smiled and said it was nothing, internally thanking the girl for making you turn back to life again. you were damn sure annabeth was making fun of you.

little thing you didn't know that percy, was observing you in that blue bikini, behind his sunglasses. what do you think was the reason of him wearing them? to be cool? nah, he doesn't even need those to be cool. he's just watching you secretly. you, didn't had any idea you were making an eye contact with him until that girl bumped to you.

he watched you dive in the water like you were poseidon's champion or something, getting on that white surfboard of yours like a damn model. percy felt like he was drooling at the sight, which he probably was.

he was snapped out of his gaze with mr d yelling at him. man, you were just about to bend over and stand up on that board.

"yes, mr d?" he said lazily, rolling his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"this little shit needs to find the bathroom, go show him." mr d pointed some little boy who was holding his shorts like his life depended on it. percy jumped down from his seat like it wasn't 2 feet tall, and smiled at the boy.

"don't mind him, he's an old man who's angry he can't drink." he said to the boy, ruffling his hair. the boy only nodded. "i don't really care anyway, i just need to pee."

percy chuckled as he picked the little boy in his arms, already taking him to the bathroom. "i'll carry you little fella. just be careful not to pee on me."

"i won't, thank you percy." the little boy said. percy wasn't suprised that he knew his name. "no problem. what's your name kid?"

"peter." he said. percy chuckled again. "yeah? mr d used to call me peter. he still does sometimes."

the little boy laughed as percy entered the bathroom. "really? so that's why he calls me percy sometimes." he said, forgetting he had to pee. percy smiled. "probably. go and let go all your pee boy, i'll be back on busin-"

he couldn't finish his sentence when annabeth rushed to the boys bathroom. "percy!" she yelled.

percy turned around to look at annabeth and smiled. "hey 'beth, nice to see you. not a really good spot for meeting don't ya thi-"

"there's no time for joking seaweed brain! she's fucking drowning!" she yelled at him. percy immediatly took of his glasses as they already start running towards the ocean.

"who?" he asked.

"y/n! you know her right?" annabeth said breathlessly.

of course he did, he fucking adored her. percy's worry only growed when he saw how big those waves were. the demigod's were already in panic as they looked at the sea. chiron called percy and said that the daughter of hera needed to be saved immediatly. percy didn't even stopped to listen to chiron as he dive into the water.

you thought you could handle it, or at least swim up and sit on your board. but no, poseidon was definetly in a bad mood, and he was taking his anger out from you, probably.

as you lost your balance and fell into the water, you didn't panicked and started swimming as usual. but big and strong waves hit you back and forth, until you were tired, swallowed too many water and fainted.

when you opened your eyes, you thought you were in elysium. or it was just some another version of the little mermaid.

percy smiled at you as you opened your eyes, his big hands cupping your face. he was panting, not because he was tired from all the swimming, no. he was panting because he fight with the thought of losing you for the past five minutes as he worked on getting out the water you swallowed.

"there you are, breath honey. can you do that?" he asked, and you caughed a bit. you nodded softly as he lifted you until you sat up, his strong arms still supporting your back.

you looked around, there was only the two of you, the crowd was long gone. you looked at percy again as your hand find it's way to your forehead. "what happened?" you asked.

"nothin' to worry about angel, just some big waves." he explained, caressing your back softly. you let your body rest on his chest, sighing as you remembered what happened.

"didn't thought the waves would get this crazy." you said, voice still hoarse as you caughed again. percy nodded as he patted your back. "me either."

after a minute of silence, percy finally speaked up again. "i... i'm sorry i was late, i took this little kid called peter to the bathroom because mr d asked me to, i swear i'd help you quicker if i didn-"

"percy, hey, it's okay." you shushed him, your hand caressing his arm. "you already saved my life."

percy nodded again. "yeah i know, i know. but i just," he sighed. "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you before i even asked you out."

you giggled to his chest. "yeah? you were gonna ask me out? when?" he smiled into your hair.

"today. been watching you for sometime now."

"creep." you joked.

"observing beauty, i'd say." he said, smirking.

you sat straight and looked deep into his eyes, which now matched with the color of the sea.

"i'd love to grab some lemonade with you, as a way of thanking you i guess." you said as you smirked back at him. percy chuckled as his hand caressed your cheek.

"who am i to refuse a sweet thank you, right?"

#omg #what did i wrotee #not me ignoring the requests to write this #lifeguard percy is a need #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show #percy x you

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Daddy’s best friend (1)

Summary: You come home for summer. Bad timing. Not only does your father’s best friend occupy your room, but your father also has a new woman by his side.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x brat!Reader, implied FWB!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, bitchy woman, bratty reader, tension, implied age gap, nakedness, the reader is a bitch too, teasing, stubborn reader, I mention sexual acts but nothing happens

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Daddy’s best friend masterlist

“Dad, I’m home,” you huff while struggling to carry one of your heavy suitcases inside the mansion. “DAD! ANYONE?!! I got like a hundred suitcases. Hey, I need help with my luggage. What’s going on?”

“Who are you?” a petite blonde walks toward you, swaying her hips. She wears a flimsy dress, revealing far too much-tanned skin. “How did you get inside?”

“I could ask you the same,” sizing the woman up you click your tongue. “DAD! One of your one-nighters is not the help I was asking for. Keep your bitches in line and away from me. That was the deal!!”

“Jesus, what’s going on here? Can a man not—” your father splutters as his eyes land on you and the heavy suitcase you drop to the floor. “Honeybunny, you are early.” He nervously clears his throat as the blonde waves her skinny fingers in front of your face to show you a diamond ring. “Oh, you already met Sunny, my fiancé.”

“Fiancé?” cocking your head you look at your father as if he lost his mind. “Do we marry our flings now, daddy? Really?” you huff and turn around to stomp toward the front door. “I can’t believe I turned Ransom down and agreed to spend my summer here, with you, and your newest conquest. What a waste of time and a fucking lot of good sex.”

“Drysdale is too old for you,” now your father wants to act like a parent. “I told you to stay away from him.”

“And—” you twirl around to glare at your father, “I told you to not show off your whores when I’m around. Worse enough you made mom leave.”

“It wasn’t like that. You know that,” he argues.

“Well, you make me leave, daddy,” you changed your mind as the bitch dares to pat your father’s ass and shove her tongue down his throat right in front of you. “I’m not going to watch you and that bitch. Makes me want to throw up, and I don’t want to lose weight. I got the perfect body for my new swimsuit. I’ll simply call Ran and he’ll pick me up in half an hour. Have a nice summer.”

“Wait. Honeybunny, don’t go with that bastard. He’s no good for you,” he dares to judge your relationship with Ransom. Or rather your fuck buddy’s arrangement. “You can stay at the summer house.”

“I want to stay in my room, in my wing,” you retort as the blonde chuckles. She gives you a faked pout, making your stomach churn. “What’s your problem, bitch?”

“Uh—you see,” your father stammers. “I kinda offered your room and wing to my friend Ari. You remember Uncle Ari, right?” the look you throw at your father makes him choke on air. He never saw you so mad at him before.

“I can barely remember all of my friends, daddy,” clicking your tongue you debate to just leave and go on a trip with Ransom or fight the bitch sinking her teeth into your father’s flesh.

Bad luck for blondie. You never were a quitter, and you won’t start now. So, you put on your sweetest pout and shed a few tears.

“You know friends are replaceable. Family is not. I think you forgot about me, and it hurts, dad,” you fake a sob, batting your wet eyelashes. “How about you enjoy your summer with your cheap Barbie imitate and Uncle Ari and I’ll fly to Greece with Ransom and have the time of my life.”

“Honeybunny, I didn’t know you would arrive this week,” your father wraps you in a hug and you hide your face in his chest, smirking darkly as he tries to soothe you. There is no way you will let blondie get her hands on your dad’s money. “You can have the summer house this week and next week, I’ll make sure you get your room back.”

“Fine, if you say so,” wiggling out of your father’s embrace you give him a sad smile. “I’ll be out of your hair for the next week. Enjoy your time with your fiancé. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Always did since mom left.”

You don’t give your father the chance to say more. Instead of having a reunion with your father and spending some much-needed quality time with him, he prefers to drool over some chick.

If only he would find a nice woman his age and settle down. But no. Your father always goes for girls half his age.

“See you around, or not,” the bitch coos and you walk a little faster. You kick the suitcase down the stairs, slam the door shut behind you and turn to walk back toward your car.

“Whoa, what happened,” you squeak as you end up face-first in someone’s chest. “Hello. Now, that’s what I call a greeting.”

His hands firmly grip your upper arms to help you steady your body. “Let go of me,” you snarl, not wanting the stranger to touch you.

“Hey, it’s me, pumpkin,” looking the man in front of you up and down you wonder if he’s the friend your father was talking about. “Ari. Ari Levinson. You used to beg me to take you for a ride on my bike.”

“Ari,” pinching the bridge of your nose you try to remember your father’s friend. “Wait! You didn’t have a beard and messy hair back then.”

“Guilty, pumpkin,” he flashes you a smirk. “You do remember me. Phew, I was worried you forgot about your favorite uncle.”

Ari laughs as you eye him warily. His hair is much longer than back then. A thick beard frames his face, and he’s not in a fancy suit but jeans, a tee, and a bomber jacket. In other words, he looks like he lost his job and camps in your room for the time being.

“You’re not my uncle,” you retort, “only someone wanting to take advantage of my dad too. Just like that bitch.”

“Oh, you already met Sunny,” he laughs as you make a face and mumble slut under your breath. “I couldn’t agree more.” Ari watches you crouch down to pick up your suitcase. “Let me carry your luggage, Y/N.”

“I can handle my luggage, don’t you worry. My dad didn’t worry. He just let me walk out of my fucking home to spend his time with that woman. I flew thousands of miles, turned my fuck buddy down, only to end up at the summer house.”

“We can switch places,” he offers as you lift the suitcase, groaning as it’s too heavy. “Don’t be a brat and let me carry this.” Ari takes your suitcase out of your hands, easily lifting it.

“I’ll stay at the summer house, period,” he smirks as you stalk back toward your car, muttering under your breath while Ari watches your ass in your shorts. “If dad doesn't want me around, fine.”

“He never said so, Y/N.”

“He didn’t have to tell me. Dad let me walk out of the house without trying to stop me. This speaks volumes,” you look into the trunk of your car. “If you are done with that one, I got like six more.”

“All for you, sweetness,” a deep rumble emits from his chest, and you bite your lower lip, remembering how he gave you driving lessons as your father was on a business trip. “Don’t be mad at your dad. I asked him to let me stay at his house while I’m looking for a new house.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you look for a new house, Ari?”

“I got divorced a few months ago,” he shrugs as you inhale sharply.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to be nosy. Is that the reason you look so…”

“Hot? Carefree? Sexy?” he offers, flashing you a smirk that makes your knees buckle. “No. I quit my job some time ago to write and travel the world.”

“An extended vacation?” you watch his muscles flex as he turns to carry your suitcase toward the summer house.

“I followed aid organizations and tried to help as best as I can. It was a life-changing experience, Y/N. I felt like the tie around my neck was slowly but steadily suffocating me. When I decided to follow my friend Kabede, it was the best decision of my life.”

“Whoa, that sounds so…” feeling like a fool you glance at Ari. “That’s really cool of you, Ari.”

“Nah, I didn’t do much. Most of the time I drove a car or helped Kabede to distribute clothing and food,” you hastily opened the door to the large summer house your father-built years ago. “I was a selfish man most of my life. It was time for a change and to give something back.”

“It looks good on you—” he laughs as you follow him inside the summer house. “Just one more question.”

“Shoot me, pumpkin.”

“Why didn’t you stay at the summer house? We built it for guests.”

“Maybe I wanted to sleep in your bed,” he looks over his shoulder to flash you a dirty grin. “Or, I was looking for a pair of your panties…”

“What? I—”

“There you are, Ari bear,” Sunny makes you groan as her sugar-sweet voice cuts through the tension between you and Ari. “My baby wants you to come inside and have a look at the contract. Hurry.”

“I’ll be right there. Just let me help Y/N settle in,” Ari shoots your father’s fiancé an angry look. “Someone should help her.”

“No—she can handle herself,” again you groan as Sunny steps inside the summer house to place her hand onto Ari’s bicep. “She wants to be alone and think about a way to get more money from her daddy. But these times are over.”

“Oh, are you his bookkeeper now,” you stalk toward her and jab your index finger into his chest. “Do you believe you are making the rules here only as dad wants to fuck your ass for a while?”

“Sunny, just leave her be. Go back inside and tell Y/F/N I’ll be right there. Give us a minute here.”

“She needs to learn her place,” the bitch dares to say and you lose your shit.

You push against her shoulders, making her stumble back. “I think you must learn your place, honey. You are here to take dick and shut your cakehole,” you smirk darkly at her. “And just you know, I own almost as much money as my dad.”

“Sure—” she tries.

“You see, Sunny, honey…fuckhole bunny,” you sing-song while circling her like prey, “everything I buy I pay for, not daddy. My grandmother left me enough money to hire fifty killers to get rid of your bony ass and buy a fucking island at the same time. I suggest you shove your ass out of here before I find my phone.”

“Catfight,” Ari grunts, making you roll your eyes you point toward your car. “I bet my money on pumpkin.”

“Get my luggage Ari and leave this lovely lady to me,” Sunny hurriedly makes her way toward the door to leave you alone. She squeaks as you throw your shoe at her.

“I gotta say,” he snickers, “you’ve got a way with people.”

“Only with bitches and assholes wanting to take advantage of me or my family. Dad will come to his senses, eventually…”

“I don’t think you should act like that Y/F/N,” Ari sighs deeply as your father keeps on shoving food into his mouth. “Listen, I know your new girl is…well…special to you. But out there, at your summer house is your daughter. She’s a tough girl but hides she’s hurting poorly. You should talk to her.”

“She’ll come around, Ari. Did you hear what she said to Sunny?”

“I heard what your fiancé said to your daughter,” clearing his throat Ari glares at Sunny, “and I can tell, if she was a man I would’ve slapped her face. No woman should be allowed to talk to your flesh and blood like that. If you would excuse me now, I’m going for a swim.”

“I must say, that’s quite a sight,” you lazily stroll toward the pool to watch Ari jump into the pool. “How was dinner?”

“Why didn’t you come around?” he swims toward the poolside to look up at you. “I’ve missed you.”

“I wasn’t invited,” showing Ari the message you got from your father on your phone you chuckle darkly. “He chose that cunt over me. Can you believe this? I chose daddy over a grand-prime dick. Damnit. I could’ve been full of cock by now. Ransom always was a giver in the bedroom.”

“Ransom, huh?” his features darken as you drop the towel in your hands to place your phone on top of it. “Why not try a new dick. A better one.”

“Don’t tempt me, Mr. Levinson,” you crouch down to run your fingertips through his wet strands. “Maybe I jump into the pool and let you have your way with me…”

“I bet you are not brave enough to step out of that bikini and join me in the pool,” he purrs. “Just you know, I’m not wearing anything.” You get back up to look down at him.

“You’re a dangerous man, Mr. Levinson,” dipping your toe into the water you smirk at Ari. “I don’t think you can handle a woman like me.”

“Believe me, pumpkin,” he wraps his large hand around your ankle, “I can handle your bratty ass and your sweet cunt.” He licks his lips. “Just give me the chance to prove you wrong.”

“Fine—” Ari’s eyes widen as you unclasp your bikini top and drop it to the ground, kicking it into the pool. “I hope you know that I’m used to men making me cum.”

“Come inside and you’ll get all you want, Y/N,” he watches you shimmy out of your bikini bottoms, eyes glued to your exposed sex. “Yeah, that’s a sweet little cunt, just like I imagined.”

“And imagine,” you jump into the pool, giggling when Ari tries to grasp for you, “you’ll not get even close to touching it.”

“Oh, my little brat,” he closes the distance between you and him, arm snaking around your waistline to bring you close to his naked chest, “I’ll have this pussy wrapped around me sooner or later. I didn’t come here for no reason…”

>> Part 2

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#Daddy’s best friend #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #ari x reader #ari x you #ari levinson x female reader #tension #angst

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frickfrackapplesnack · 3 years

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hello! i would like to request chishiya meeting reader who's exuberant during games but gets anxious when wearing a swimsuit at the beach (bc reader's on the heavier side). chishiya helps her feel comfy (but ofc not without being snarky about it). doesn't have to be full of fluff. just chishiya being chishiya. thankssss! 🤗💙

Requested by: Anonymous Title: Swimsuit of doom Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past body shaming, murder, slightly ooc Chishiya Words: 3230

I hope this meets your expectations, I haven't written a request in almost two years, so the writing may be a little rusty. Thank you for the request!

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When everyone had vanished and y/n found herself alone in Tokyo's deserted streets, she had no idea where her life would go from there. She had no idea how much blood and carnage would befall her in the near future; all she knew was that she felt completely alone.

She'd made it this far after witnessing so many people die for the sake of a crappy playing card, but as her Visa's expiration date approached, the fear of death pushed her to play more games, kill more people, and allow the pool of guilt in the pit of her stomach to grow and slowly drown her in its dark depths. She didn't know how long it had been at this point, it felt like it had been weeks, if not months, since she stood alone, now she was surrounded by people eagerly anticipating the start of the new game with only 2 minutes until registration closed. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd tonight, especially Kuina and Chishiya, who y/n had seen several times before.

They were great at games and extremely intelligent, and y/n would be lying if she said she didn't like them. They had formed a kind of friendship because they had seen each other so much, though y/n thought that word was a little strong. They would assist each other in the games and conversed through small talk from time to time, y/n had grown closer to Kuina than with Chishiya, he was a lot quieter than the two of them. They came from a group called Beach, which was based at a resort not far from the gaming arena, according to Kuina. Tonight, while waiting in the lobby of what appeared to be a hotel, y/n found herself talking with Kuina about the said organisation, which Kuina had been trying to persuade her to join for quite some time.

“I don’t know” y/n sighed, “I do well on my own.” She had always done well on her own and had never needed anyone when she was younger, and she was afraid that if she joined this group, she would lose even more of her freedom than she had already lost the moment she found herself alone. Although the Beach had a serious goal, Kuina had assured her that it was also a place to party and have fun, a place to unwind after the games. This appealed to Y/n, but she wasn't convinced that a good party could compensate for her lack of freedom... However, the company could be enjoyable. “Kuina, I have already said I do fine on my own.”

Kuina scoffed, crossing her arms over her pale chest, “I’m not saying you don’t” She countered, “You kick ass in the games, everyone knows it. That’s why you should join.” She smirked, “And besides, we could hang out more…right Chishiya?” she asked, turning to her white-haired companion.

“Yeah.” He responded, removing a headphone from his left ear, he often listened to music while waiting for a game. “You’re badass.” He smirked, causing y/n to blush. She knew he was probably mocking her, and Kuina both but she still took the compliment.

“Be real!” she laughed. “You couldn’t care less blondie” Chishiya’s head shot up, glaring at her.

“You could be right, but you’ll never know.” He sassed back.

“You think you’re so clever!” y/n laughed. “I think underneath that hard ass exterior there is a real softie”. Kuina laughed at the statement, teasing Chishiya about the honesty in y/n’s words. Chishiya opened his mouth to, no doubt, throw some snarky remark back at her when that all too familiar dinging sound came. The game was about to begin. The game was called Capture the flag; the rules were simple. There were two teams a green team, and a red team, and the objective was to kill the person known as: “the flag” on the opposite team. You could kill anyone you want, as long as you kill the flagged player your whole team wins. The difficulty: Six of Clubs.

Whatever team lost would get up close and personal with a laser.

There were ten people on each team, and y/n found herself on a team with both Kuina and Chishiya which she was happy about, she didn’t want to kill the only two people she had come to know in this dreadful world.

The three of them soon found themselves huddled in a hotel bathroom; half the time given already gone. Only half an hour remaining to capture and kill the flag, most of their team already dead. Y/n was in the midst of an argument with Chishiya about which one of them should be the one to get the flag.

“I am smaller than you are, easier to hide.” Y/n argued, “And besides I was the one that found the flags location!” Chishiya scoffed.

“Half of those team members are part of the Beach; I know their every move.” He explained, “You have made it clear you don’t want anything to do with the beach. So just sit back and let the grownups do the work.” He growled.

“Was that meant to be a short joke?” Y/n scoffed. Chishiya only shrugged. “Fine, if you let me get the flag…I’ll join the Beach.” She offered, this made Kuina perk up in excitement, begging Chishiya to let her do it.

“I need a female friend.” She pleaded despite the displeased look on her friend’s face. Chishiya sighed, giving into y/n and Kuina’s request.

“But, if we get killed its on you and your stupidity” he said pointedly, “Don’t screw this up.”

“As if” y/n rolled her eyes, “You were the one that said I was badass.” She countered, as she neared the hallway door.

“I regret that.” She heard Chishiya mutter as she left the room, a new surge of confidence filling her chest at the thought of proving the snobbish blonde wrong. She crept softly and quietly toward where she had spotted the flag a while earlier, being careful not to be spotted by anyone on the opposing team that may be sulking around. Her phone chimed in her pocket, signalling 20 minutes left until the end of the game. She had to get to that flag now. The person playing the flag wore a vest corresponding with the colour of their team, while other team member wore arm bands. Y/n was sure she had seen someone in a red vest sneak into a maintenance closet not too far from where she was now. Turing a corner y/n could see the closet at the end of the hallway and was about to advance towards it when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.

“Hey pretty girl…off for a midnight stroll?” A tall dark-haired male whispered in her ear, she could see his red armband wrapped around his wrist sirens sounding inside her head, she knew she would be killed if she didn't act quickly. Y/n wrapped her left leg around the man's calf and pushed him backwards, taking advantage of the opportunity to push herself out of his grip and trip him. The man collapsed backwards onto the carpeted floor, struggling to breathe once all the air had been knocked out of him. Y/n straddled the man and stabbed him repeatedly with a knife she had hidden in her boot until he was no longer breathing, blood covering him from his neck to torso. It was a gruesome sight that made y/n gag. Y/n stood covered in blood and made her way towards the closet door, where a terrified girl in a red vest had been hiding. It didn't take her long to kill her and win the game. But y/n felt no pride, only guilt.

Y/N stood outside the hotel, holding the game card tightly in her hands, waiting for a car to return the beach members to headquarters. She'd be joining them now, fulfilling her part of the bargain with Chishiya, who hadn't spoken to her since she'd gone to kill the flag. After the game, there were only 5 people left alive, and y/n felt bad about killing the red flag bearer and thus condemning all those people on the red team to death, but it had to be done. She had no desire to die. As the car pulled up in front of them, Y/n had no time to think about her guilt. Chishiya explained the situation to the driver, who welcomed y/n into the vehicle without hesitation. Y/n sat next to Kuina, talking about anything and everything, ignoring to the hole Chishiya was burning in the back of her head as he glared at her. She didn't understand why he was so angry; she had saved their lives and even agreed to join the beach. Blondie should have been happy instead of sad.

Once they arrived y/n was escorted to a man Kuina and Chishiya called: Hatter, who was apparently the leader of this organisation. The moment she stepped foot into the large room where he was waiting for them it was if she could smell the crazy coming off him. He sat with his legs crossed, a girl on each arm, wearing an overbearingly bright dressing gown. Y/n started to heavily regret his decision. But looking back at Kuina who gave her a small thumbs up before Chishiya dragged her out of the room y/n felt as if she owed it to them. She had made a bet after all.

She had sat with Hatter for a while after he had demanded she give him her playing card. Y/n listened to him ramble on about how he had formed the beach and the exact reason for its existence, showing her the wall of cards, pointing out which ones he had collected. He had explained that gathering all the cards could be their way out of borderland and back to the real world. Y/n loved the idea, wanting nothing but to escape back to reality and forget all about the bloodshed she had caused.

But she didn’t agree with all the rules that came along with being a member of the Beach, especially rule number one. She now sat in a room that had been assigned to her, looking at the swimsuit that lay on her bed. Kuina had picked it out, and y/n couldn’t help but cringe at how small the bikini looked, and how much skin she would be showing by wearing it. If she had known she had to wear a swimsuit all the time y/n wouldn’t have made the bet with Chishiya…she should have just let him take over and kill the flag. She began to undress slowly, timidly standing in front of the bedroom mirror. y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily, and she wasn't a coward either. But she was terrified of people seeing her almost naked walking around in the revealing bikini Kuina had chosen for her. She couldn't bear the thought of being scrutinised for the shape of her body.

When y/n looks in the mirror, her gaze is drawn to her curvy waist and thick thighs, which, no matter how hard she tried, always rubbed together. She was disgusted by her almost naked appearance. Y/n had vibrant red hair and even a few tattoos, and when her body was covered, she was one of the most confident people you could ever meet. She felt proud of her appearance, as long as minimal skin was showing. She was powerful and felt powerful. When she was covered. A knock on the door pulled her from her contemplative state.

“Y/n” It was Kuina. “You ready to go to the bar?” She asked.

“Uh…yeah.” Y/N stuttered, “Just give me a minute to wash up.”

“Okay,” Kuina said, “I’ll meet you down there, just follow the sounds of the music!” she giggled, before y/n could hear her walking off down the hall. Y/n turned back to look at the swimsuit laid out on the bed for her. She couldn’t stay up in her room all night, or Kuina would come looking for her. And so, with a heavy heart y/n began to change into her swimsuit of doom.

An hour later y/n had still not left the comfort of her room, now sitting on the floor feeling almost naked in this new black, skimpy swimsuit. She had tried to convince herself that she would be fine, but one look in the mirror and she was sure the swimsuit only made her look bigger, in all the wrong ways. Her thighs were massive, and her arms looked like they were melting off her bones. Although Despite the fact that she was a healthy weight for her height group, y/n was ashamed of herself and her body, having endured years of torment from her friends and family who mocked her weight. Of course, Kuina was unaware of this, and she most likely chose this swimsuit because she thought y/n would look good in it. She had no idea it would end up killing her. Slowly, from the inside out. Another knock on the door sounded and y/n rushed to cover herself with her arms. Afraid that the person could barge in any moment. She assumed it was just Kuina but wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Go away Kuina…I’m not feeling well…” She lied, hoping her new friend would understand and leave her alone.

“It’s a shame you’re a bad liar.” Chishiya said from the other side of the door. “Seriously, you should work on that.” Y/n could practically hear him smirking.

“Go away blondie.” She groaned, not in the mood to deal with the man right now. “I’m not feeling well.” Suddenly the door to the room opened, and Chishiya strode inside, hands buried in the pockets of his white jacket. Y/n gasped, now standing, and trying desperately to cover herself.

“You know your issue?” Chishiya asked, not waiting for an answer, “Your voice gets all high pitched when you lie.” He explained, looking smug.

Y/n, upset that he had just barged in, grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at him. “Excuse me, I’m not dressed.” She stressed. “Get the fuck out!”

Chishiya looked confused, eyeing her up and down. This made y/n feel very self-conscious. “You’re in a swimsuit, right?” he asked, y/n nodded. “Then you’re fine.” y/n glared at the white-haired man and demand he tell her why he had come in. “Kuina sent me to get you, she’s a bit too tipsy to make it up the stairs,” he explained. “Now are you coming or are you going to jut lie again.” He asked.

“No..I’m not coming.” Y/n said, still trying to cover herself. “I’m not dressed,” she said. Chishiya remained silent, just staring at her. Y/n sighed. “I am naked and disgusting, not really the mood to go drinking in.”

Chishiya huffed, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You can’t be serious.” He stated, “You can’t tell me you, of all people, are embarrassed to go out in a bikini.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” y/n questioned, looking anywhere but his eyes, the floor was way more interesting.

Chishiya shrugged, “You kick ass in the games, you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty…but you’re telling me your afraid of a bikini.” He chuckled, which was a rare occurrence in y/n's brief acquaintance with him, but unlike other times when Kuina and herself would laugh along with him, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She felt naked in front of him and all she wanted was to be alone.

“Get out,” she mumbled. “Please.” She sniffled, wiping her cheeks as tears streamed down her them. Chishiya and moved closer to her, reaching out to touch her. This infuriated y/n, and she ended up shoving him. “I said get out!” she screamed, no longer caring about keeping the tears away. “You’re such as ass, get out!” she had finally managed to push him through the door (although he didn’t put up much of a fight) and slammed the door in his shocked face. Y/n slid down the door, burning her face in her trembling arms. In this moment, she wanted to die.

Y/n must have fallen asleep there, because when she next opened her eyes, she could hear a persistent knocking at her bedroom door. It had been about an hour since she had thrown her tantrum and practically thrown Chishiya out of the room, according to the clock on the wall. The knocking continued, and y/n groaned at whoever it was to go away. They ignored her however and kept knocking. Loudly sighing, y/n stood and opened the door slightly so the person outside could only see her head. To her surprise Chishiya was standing there. Upon seeing her he smiled slightly.

“You look like shit.” He stated. Y/n rolled her eyes and went to shut the door when his foot stopped her. “Y/n, wait…I have something for you.” He explained, “Let me in?” he asked. Y/n shook her head.

“No, I just want to be left alone.” Chishiya nodded in understanding.

“Well, at least take this.” He handed her what looked like an old shopping bag. She took it, giving him a questionable look. “I’m sorry I upset you earlier.” He started, “But you shouldn’t be ashamed, you look just fine, and besides…no one will give you more than a glance with the number of topless women around her.” Y/n giggled. “Anyway,” he continued, “I hope that” he points at the bag “makes you feel confident enough to come downstairs and help be drag Kuina back to her room…she’s had a bit too many drinks”

Y/n looked down at the bag in her hand and told Chishiya to wait outside, softly shutting the door. She made her way over to the bed and took a look inside the bag. Inside was what appeared to be black fabric, and upon closer inspection y/n recognised it as one of the jackets Chishiya had worn to a game a few weeks back. Shocked, y/n pulled the jacket out of the bag and slipped it over her shoulders. Although it didn’t cover her whole body, y/n definitely liked the reflection in the mirror a lot more now. Her thighs her still showing, but she could work with that, the jacket fit snugly around her when she zipped it up and definitely made her feel a little more confident. She couldn’t help but notice it smelled like Chishiya, and she certainly wasn’t apposed to that.

Smiling y/n opened the door, where Chishiya was still waiting and lunged at him, giving him a hug, he gingerly returned. “Thank you” she whispered in his ear.

“Sure…” he mumbled pulling away from her. “But I expect to get it back, you can’t keep it.” Y/n nodded slowly following the man down the hall.

“I promise I’ll give it back…once I get my own.” y/n smiled.

Truth be told, y/n never did give that jacket back. And as the two got closer, and eventually became a couple she gradually started a collection of stolen jackets. With Chishiya there Y/n slowly learned that she didn’t need the “perfect body” to be beautiful. Because she had someone to show her just how beautiful she was.

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Slow & Steady [P1] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Hey bishes. I snapped and decided to publish first chapter of my current project. This was inspired by @glitterfreezed playlist . Honestly I am so thrilled for this story. It’s different from everything I have written so far and I am excited for how it will turn out. Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ? That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Part II -

Part I :

“(Y/N)…You should really stop drinking. Said Nami as she took the cup off your hands.

-Leave me alone ! I wanna drink some more…Come on…Let me drink“ you said as you reached weakly for the cup in her hand but ended up stumbling and almost falling.

You were quick to feel an arm encircle your waist. Your intoxicated senses could still pick up his scent, a mixture of mint and cologne. His gloved hand held you a little tighter against him so you don't fall.

« Sabo ! Glad to see you here. I didn't know what to do with her...She's been drinking non-stop.

His hand tightened possessively around your waist. He only knew too well what happened, yet he still asked Nami for confirmation :

« -Hey Nami, What's wrong ? (Y/N) isn't used to drink this much. -Oh...I don't know if I'm technically supposed to tell you but... » she bit her lower lip « let's say that she broke up with (ex). »

You started hysterically laughing as you heard you now ex's name while trying to escape from Sabo's firm grip.

« Eeeeeeeh ? Saboooo~ ? Whatcha doin' here huh ? Oh gosh are you following me ? Why do I always see ya everywhere ? Come're...Let's dance together~ Saboo.. » you screamed so he could hear you over the music.

The nightclub was extremely crowded but you needed all these faces, all these bodies almost crushing you on the dance floor. You needed to drown your pain in alcohol, the pain of being used and discarded, of being betrayed.

You didn't talk about this to Sabo, your bestfriend. You didn't want him to see you in this pathetic state. Seeing you like this made the blood pump into his veins. His fist clenched, but he tried to keep his calm. He slid a hand in his blond locks, sighing and rocking his head back.

He had to keep it in, if he lost his temper, it was going to be the end for your ex.

« I'm going to take her home » He says to Nami as he holds you by your arm.

« 'kay ! Here, she gives him your purse. Take good care of her okay ? I'm counting on you. » She seemed really worried.

-What are you guyyyz on about ? I don't wanna go home ! I wanna drink some more...Come on Sabo, you're no fun. It's good to loosen up from time to time. You're always so uptight...Come on...Lemme go...

-There is no way that I am going to let you in this state, (Y/N)

-That's none of your business ! Let me go....It has nothing to do with you.

Your words hurt but he was used to them, his role as your « best friend » meant that you were always blunt with each other, and usually it amused him, but not tonight.

« You're coming with me.

-Namiiiiiiii, you traitor! »

Sabo ignored your loud whines taking you to his car, eyebrows tied together, his blood on fire. He felt guilty ; he didn't prevent you from this hearbreak, he didn't protect you, his dear princess. He was too fooled by how happy you seemed, by the way you spoke so eagerly about that bastard, making him wish that it was him instead. But that was going to change.

You fell asleep while on the backseats of the car. Your dress was slightly up, showing your beautiful legs. It was extremely painful for Sabo to concentrate on the road, his head fuming because of anger and because of seeing you so vulnerable at his side. As you were sleeping and he didn't want to leave you alone, he decided to bring you to his own appartement that he shared with Ace.

He held you like a princess as if you were as light as a feather. Once inside, he put you on the couch. You slowly opened your eyes ;

-Sabooo...Ohh...We're at your place...Where's Ace ?

-Ace is spending the night with Thatch. You can stay here till tomorrow. I can't leave you alone...Well...Like this.

You rubbed your eyes together, sitting on the sofa. He found your flushed face extremely cute.

-Ohhh...’kayy...Gosh I'm nauseous..you put your hand over your lips. You looked at the glass of water on the table and got up to reach for it, but you stumbled and dropped the glass on the floor.

-Oh goddamnit...I'm sorry...you bent over to collect the shattered glass but Sabo's hand held yours ;

-It's fine, I'll take care of it. Are you hurt ?

You look at your hand some blood was dripping from the fresh cut. You instinctively put your finger in your mouth while looking into his eyes :

-Uh-uh it's fine...I'm really sorryyy for the glass.

-It's okay. I'll bring you another one, you just wait here, and don't touch anything. He says as he collects the pieces of glass to throw them away. Then he disappears into the kitchen only to come back with a glass of water.

You were sitting there, on the couch, in your underwear ; a simple set of black bra and cotton panties. Your dress was on the floor and you reached for the remote control to turn the T.V. on. Sabo blinked many times. He knew that you were bestfriends, and that you probably only thought of him as a brother, yet, you have never stripped in his presence. He almost dropped the glass of water but thankfully he managed to keep his cool. You were drunk. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not tonight.

« Here, drink up. » He sits next to you and you put your legs on his ;

-Thank you~ Ahh, I took off my dress because it was wet. You said as you gestured to the said black dress. I didn't want to get your couch wet...Also it's kinda hot. You don't mind huh ? It's not like you've never seen me in a swimsuit before...Duuh. Wait ? Are you looking at my chest ??? Eh Sabo, stop right there you're looking at my chest ! I'm sure you're doing it haha.

You said playfully. You had a point, you were to the beach together before, but something about seeing you in underwear was different, and he hated himself for looking at you that way while you were so vulnerable.

-I'm not looking. As you said, it's not like I've never seen you in a swimsuit before. You're going to get a cold though. I'll get you a shirt.

He moves your legs out of the way and gets up.

-Okayyy~ But don't make me wait blondie.

-Blondie ? He stops and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, which makes you laugh super hard. - You know what ? Nevermind.

He proceded to ignore you and comes back with a shirt and some shorts. He took advantage of the situation to change into a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He takes place next to you on the couch as you were too focused watching cartoons and laughing at every not-so-funny joke.

You managed to put the black shirt on which was too big for you, reaching your thighs. You just threw the shorts away because the shirt was long enough to cover your panties.

-Thankyou~ Wha, your clothes really smell good. Kinda smells like you. You smell good.

He knew that your words were innocent, and that you were much more open because of the alcohol, however, he couldn't help but find you extremely adorable wearing his shirt. The thought of what your ex did made him extremely angry. How could he hurt you this way, you, almost an angel ?

If only you let him love you, he would never hurt you that way, he would cherish and protect you. You’ll never need anyone but him.

An hour passed, with you laughing extremely loud and him trying to keep his calm as you teased him -unconsciously-, putting your head on his shoulder or messing with him. Then, as you were starting to get a bit sleepy at one in the morning, you let your head fall on his lap and said ;

« Thank you for taking care of me Sabo. You're always here for me...Youuu always help me, you really are an amazing guy.

You were getting emotional so you put your hands on your face, a bit uncomfortable while talking about your feelings this way. Even though you were bestfriends, you weren't the kind to open up about her feelings so much. You hated being perceived as weak. He ruffled your hair lovingly, taking your hands slowly away from your face. His eyes were extremely gentle, it almost melt your pained heart. You couldn't help but think of your ex, and what he did.

-It's normal (Y/N), I wish I could've prevented all of this. I am sorry for what happened.

-Why are you sorry Sabo ? It's not your fault...It's just me, it's like I'm a fuckboy magnet or something...You said with a bitter laugh, trying to dedramatize the situation.

You sat down again on your knees on the couch, he turned a bit so he was facing you. He didn't know what to say to ease your pain. He didn't know what to say without betraying his emotions, without giving himself away.

-It's like...Everyone I meet plays me and breaks my heart. I'm so done...I really...What did I do wrong huh ? Why did he have to cheat on me ? Am I not enough ? Am I not pretty enough ? Am I not good enough for him ? What's wrong with me... ? Tell me Sabo what's wrong with me...

You did your best at holding your tears. Sabo gently placed his hand on the back of your head, this gesture was even better than words for you. You just snapped and started crying, your mascara staining the white shirt.

-You are more than enough (Y/N). He is just a bastard. You are extremely pretty..You are kind...Every man dreams to have you by his side. Shh..Don’t cry...he gently caressed your hair

You jolted back, looking him in the eyes and sniffing. He hated to think that in this moment, you were adorable, like a little puppy that was only asking to be protected :

-You're so kind Sabo...Why can't I attract guys like you huh ?

His eyes darkened, he never expected you to say anything like this. He knew it was the alcohol, he knew you didn't mean it, yet, it lit something new inside of him : a hint of hope. And if this wasn't better, you kept going on :

-I mean, you're handsome...You're kind, you're smart...And you make me laugh...you laughed a bit, hell you've seen me at my worst haha ! You really are amazing~I’m so lucky to be your best friend.

you moved yourself a bit because you were getting uncomfortable sitting on your knees on the couch like that. You just slipped onto his lap, and it wasn't the first time you did that. Actually, you had to sit on his lap many times when you were teenagers and you didn't have enough place in the car. But this time was different, you were both adults, and you were drunk and heartbroken.

-I'm sure that a lot of girls are into you...

You look down at his shirt, it's true that you have seen Sabo many times before, but you have never noticed that he was this attractive. You run your hand in his hair as if you were discovering his face for the first time, and you felt some kind of electricity between both of you. He was letting you go too far, almost to the point of no return, but you kept going on and on without leaving him the time to even process one thing.

-Why don't you tell me about anyone huh ? Don't you like girls ? What about that girl, Koala, I'm sure she's into you ! She's pretty cute and...Ahh...Don't tell me you're gay Sabo ???!

You put a hand on your lips simulating a shocked reaction. You knew him for so long and you would be offended if your bestfriend was gay and never told you about it. He held your hand and took it away from your lips. Looking at you with eyes you've never seen before. A serious look, you could've sworn that it was the look of yearning :

-I am not.

His voice firm, just like his grip on your wrist. You could've sworn that you saw something mirrored in his black eyes, something that disappeared as fast as it first appeared. And this thing, that little flame that you almost saw thrilled you. You wanted to understand this change in atmosphere, and why he wasn't laughing along with you. You felt a bit intimidated.

Did you go too far?

Probably.

But you wanted to go too far.

You wanted to feel something, to forget the stinging pain, to do things that you would regret.

You wanted to sabotage yourself, as a form of punishment.

But for what? And what did he do to deserve this?

Those questions didn't even cross your mind, adrenaline rushing through your veins making your mind blank. You were defying him with your eyes.

« Oh » you said, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. He didn't like this at all. He didn't like how you took all of this as a game while he was serious. But he was that desperate to see your next move.

The game has just started. It was the perfect timing.

«-Prove it.

-This is getting ridiculous. You should go to sleep as you are saying nonesense.

He knew that you were drunk, but pushing his buttons like this ? It was out of the question for him to take advantage of the situation. His feelings were sincere towards you. He didn't want to do something and betray your trust. He was better than your bastard ex.

If something was meant to happen, he wanted more than a hookup, he didn't want to abuse of the girl that he has always knew and loved and that saw him as a brother, even if she was half naked on his lap.

It took every ounce of control he had. Every drop of patience in his system to not block you on the couch and kiss your glossy lips.

-You're such a coward...Really...You scared huh ? You're scared ! Say that you've never been with a girl~ Come on, admit it...Who would've known huh ? Sabo you're always so cool~ But in reality you're juuusttttt a virgiiin. I'm so gonna tell Ace ! It's over for you blondie~

You playfully said unaware of the effect of your words, and of how dangerous they were, awakening something almost feral inside of him, just for a few seconds he lost control, pinning you against the couch fist on the side of your face. His face was so close to yours, his hair caressing your cheek and almost making you giggle.

You have never been this close to Sabo, physically speaking. You felt his leg between yours and you instinctively closed rubbed against it for friction. You just wanted to numb the feelings away. In that moment, you wanted to taunt him, you would've wanted anyone to fuck you. In fact, has he left you in that night club, you would've definitely ended in someone's bed.

But he took you here, so it was his fault, right ? So now it had to be him. He had to numb out the pain.

He was serious.

Sabo, your sweet blondie. Sabo the good friend. Sabo that was always here to pick you up everytime your heart was shattered in million pieces on the ground.

«-Don't try me. I think I'm really close to reaching my limit (Y/N) »

You felt thrilled to see him being serious. You wanted to push his buttons and make him mad. More mad. Because you were broken and you needed some intensity to forget. In that moment, you closed the gap between your lips and encircled his neck with your arms, leaning into a kiss: a desperate, sloppy, drunken kiss. Sabo's eyes opened wide as he felt your soft lips on his. He would have never expected this moment to happen. He never imagined his first kiss with you to be this way. You were so eager, so desperate, and the way you kissed him reflected your conflicted emotions. You kissed him like you needed him, not like you wanted him.

And that made him full of tenderness.

He sustained your back, bringing you a bit closer to his chest as you pulled down, eyelids heavy, eyes full of tears :

-Sabo...Kiss me back...Please...I need you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad that it angered him, but the taste of alcohol on his lips reminded him of your state. His lack of reaction made you even more desperate ; -Sabo don't you want me ? Am I not pretty enough ?...Tell me Sabo...Am I not good enough ? You started nibbling on his ear, and he couldn't help but get hard, he was human after all, and he has loved you for so many years. You whispered into his ear ;

« Saboo I want you to fuck me »

That was it. That was enough. He got up leaving you there on the couch. Trying so hard not to lose it. He wasn't that guy. If anything, he was mad at your ex, seeing you so hurt that you would initiate something with him, thinking that it was only because of the heart break and alcohol. He held you in his arms like a princess ;

«-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep.

-B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... »

He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you.

«-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober. »

- Please support me by leaving feedback <3 it motivates me to keep going ! I am tagging people who asked to be tagged or exepressed interest. If you wanna be tagged, ask me ! Enjoy~

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raichijin · 4 years

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⋆͛♡⋆͛ the hangover; mirio edition. ❥ a one-shot.

━━━━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. (tba)

preface; writing this was honestly so painful. a testatment to why i should never 1.) do collabs ever 2.) write long things. i am drained.

word count; 5k words.

starring; mirio, mina, shinsou, denki, unnamed boyfriend.

summary; after your boyfriend forgets about your anniversary, you spend some time with friends to forgive and forget about what happened. then it gets worse.

warnings; reader gets called some nasty names towards the end of the fic. watch out for that.

you were supposed to be spending this weekend with your boyfriend. at a resort, poolside, on vacation, or on a beach, or where ever he’d fancy peeling off the nice (read: expensive) swimsuit he’d gotten you for your five year anniversary.

he was kind, is kind, but not as committed to your relationship as he was to his job. not even a call as the clock struck midnight, almost an hour past your reservation, but a text the morning after with a short apology, and the sudden announcement that he’d be working late. again. you didn’t cry. wouldn’t, because shedding tears would cause a mess and a headache, and self-doubt is what’s tucking you in at night, telling you that maybe for tonight, tomorrow and the day after your feelings don’t matter.

cause his job is the one keeping you afloat. (your interest in the arts is cute, to him; like a hobby. nothing you could stay afloat with. it’s too risky, he insists, so to you, it became nothing. to others? it became offhand remarks at his high-end office parties. a joke to your in-laws. a breathed sigh of relief from your parents.) so more time is what’s best for the both of you.

that has to be it.

your friends figure out something might be wrong when you go ghost for days, bordering on a week.

you mention how it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re by yourself as you are, but they don’t buy it. say you need to loosen up, take a vacation of your own even when you say you don’t need it because you’re not working, give you sharp glares whenever you object. you don’t know why you thought you had a choice in the matter — especially when mina’s sugar mommy gives her enough money to afford 2 full suites at one of the most expensive hotels in the area.

denki also tags along, just cause, and brings his boyfriend; shinsou, with him.

if they know what’s going on, they never mention it.

and it’s a little easier to cope that way.

you dip your toes, ease yourself into the night, before you’re being pulled into the deep end and your mind’s been left at the door, but your body is having a field day.

you should’ve blacked out two margaritas ago.

you think you did.

you’re too drunk to recall all of the rash decisions you made, or whether or not you maxed your credit card, but you’ve must’ve gotten separated from your friends somewhere along the way, because when you wake up, you are distinctly not in your bed, not in a tastefully decorated room, not in a hotel.

and mina, shinsou, denki? unless they’re in the adjacent room, they’re not here with you either. you’re still in your clothes from last night. your shirt is missing a button and you don’t have your shoes on, but beyond that, you’re perfectly fine.

a scraggly bed head lies next to you, who is, notably, more nude than you are.

he has no shirt. no shoes. no pants. his blonde hair is unruly and you’re so shocked you actually start to wake up. your eyes widen and you’re sitting up so fast you’re a bit dizzy from the sudden motion.

the room is spinning and you feel sick, the headache behind your eyes making you want to grind your molars into dust. and just as quickly as you sat up, you lay back down; shaking the bed with the force. the guy next to you isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as you hoped, though. he blinks open tired eyes, showing you the most exquisite navy blue, and the little bit of drool dripping down his chin might’ve been cute if he wasn’t a complete stranger.

though you can’t stave off the creeping anxiety, the silence as he comes to his senses doesn’t feel wrong, and you’re more confused than scared.

he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, and gives you a criminally bright smile, and though his voice is wrecked when he says “...g’morning, sunshine.”, you doubt yours sounds much better.

the nickname makes you feel fuzzy, if only for a second.

“i, uh … good morning?” you sound awkward, but the guy manages to find humor in your predicament when he chuckles gently, sitting up without so much as a second thought. you can see more of his body when he does so, and when his hand comes up to ruffle his hair, you can catch the glint of a silver band, resting on his ring finger.

then everything clicks into place.

did you cheat? was he cheating?

all of the things you’d been beating yourself up over settle thick over top like smoke clouds and a raging fire. you feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t realize you’re freaking out until a strong hand is wrapping around yours, which, in your panic, you squeeze.

you spot a matching ring on your hand, that you know for a fact wasn’t there before,

and you think that’s when you pass out.

you wake up (again) to a room with tacky but charming decor, the smell of breakfast, and considerably less of a headache than what you started with. now more lucid, with the strength in your body to walk and think, your first priority is finding your phone. you tap your pockets, check the bedside drawer and tables, under your pillow, in the cracks of the bed, under the bed.

no cigar. you’re digging through miscellaneous memorabilia, trinkets and clothes that aren’t yours for at least a minute before the guy you were laid up in bed with comes back to just to see you picking through the corners of his bedroom, banana in hand.

he stands in the doorway and clears his throat. he has clothes on this time, pants. “you’re awake? are you feeling any better?”

you startle, straighten your back and stand upright, your arms falling to your sides. “um, kind of. i — have you seen my phone?”

he shakes his head, offers you the banana. “you should have this though! it’ll fix that hangover, i think.”

“i … thanks.” standing and eating a banana in someone else’s bedroom is certainly … a time.

“i made some breakfast,” he says when you’re halfway finished, “if you want some.” he ends with a smile, and you feel those 3 shots of serotonin go straight to your brain.

granted, you shouldn’t be that happy.

he takes the lead and turns around, leading you down a narrow hallway into a quaint kitchenette with a lovely beach view and all the good summer vibes condensed into a single, small room. it makes your heart hurt even more when you realize you have someone home, someone expecting you to come back.

to a hollow apartment, a cold bed, a lukewarm welcome.

you have to force your brain to be quiet to even hear a fraction of what blondie is saying.

“alcohol basically just dehydrates you. the potassium stops that, gets you all your minerals and stuff back. i heard it works with beer, so i was thinking it works for other stuff too!” he sounds so chipper that it brings your mood up just to hear his voice.

so bold and sure, warm and kind.

“but if it doesn’t clear up in 30 minutes, i have some advil i can give you! don’t want you having a headache all day now.” he’s sitting you down at his small table and sliding some pancakes in front of you, some orange juice. eating feels like a chore, but you know you have to, or that you should try at least.

while you push around your food, blondie chatters away, and even if you just met, he has you entranced by the way he speaks. smooth like the butter on his toast as his stories flow effortlessly into one another, how easily he can chat you up is amazing; getting you from gentle chuckles to full blown belly laughter before you can get your first bite in.

there’s lulls in the conversation if you count the moments he takes to actually eat, but he keeps you on your toes with his personal anecdotes, and questions about yourself, forcing you out of your shell, little by little.

the thought of your boyfriend pushed back into the depths of your mind.

until you broach the topic of your friends.

you learn quickly that he’s a good listener, completely silent unless prompted, asking questions or making jokes only when you’re finished speaking. when he asks, you tell him about the ones that got you here, shinsou, denki and mina.

his eyes flash momentarily, a look of recognition, or maybe understanding, passing over him. he hums gently, head swaying as he does so.

“they’re a little rough around the edges but they’re like family, you know?”

“i get what you mean. they were very nice when i met them. especially at our wedding!” he sips his coffee.

“i — are you alright? you’re choking!” that you are. the guilt you felt when you first woke up and the rising panic ram into your gut like a freight train, and suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore.

"what do you mean we're married?" you rub small circles into your forehead as this idyllic morning goes right back to being cruel hell.

"yesterday, at the chapel," he twists his wedding ring with warm familiarity that makes your stomach churn. "i can't really believe it myself, like maybe we were meant to be? i know the universe works in strange ways like that."

you're sorry to burst his bubble, but you save the happily ever afters for fairy tales, not real life.

you pinch your forehead and heave an exasperated sigh.

"i have a boyfriend." you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to seek lost comfort. "and we don't know each other to begin with. can't even remember your name, i was so drunk."

you cradle your face in your palms, feel his stare bore into the top of your head.

"togata." you perk up.

“what?”

“my name. it’s togata. mirio togata.”

“oh.” you rub your cheeks, pull them back with the heels of your palms.

“that’s a nice name.” an uncomfortable silence washes over you both before someone speaks up. mirio.

“so what do you want to do?”

you answer a little bit too fast in response. “i don’t know. i … i should call my friends. i still need to find my phone—” you stand up, ignore the onslaught of nausea, and look around the kitchen.

“help me look? and then … and then we can figure out all the other details later.” mirio carries both your plates to the sink, and busies himself with dishes for a brief moment, allowing you to find the bathroom nook and reorient yourself. you fix yourself up a bit, straighten out your shirt and fix your hair up. no time to take a shower.

you cup a hand in front of your mouth, breathe and sniff. eugh.

“hey, uh, togata; got an extra toothbrush?” his heart might’ve lept when you called him by his given name.

“um! yeah!” rushing water obscures his voice a bit, but if he shouts he’s loud enough to hear. “check under the sink? i should have some there.”

“thanks.”

you rummage around in his cabinets, and in that time he’s managed to clean up the leftover food and put a shirt on.

your phone having gotten lost or being stolen becomes more of a possibility the longer you think about it. you doubt you came back to his house to do anything but sleep. how many places could you have dropped it? you come out of the bathroom to mirio sitting back at the kitchenette table, holding his phone in his hand.

“hey togata … do you think you can call me?”

“i mean, sure, but i don’t know if i have your number...”

your anxiety makes you a bit snippy even when you don’t mean to be rude, but you can apologize when you get your phone back. ”just give it to me then. i’ll do it.”

it rings a few times before someone picks up, which is a step up from going to voicemail, and the situation goes from okay to great when the croaky voice of shinsou answers, worn out and tired, but awake enough to make a greeting.

he says you’re not here to pick up the phone right now, you interrupt and say that this is you, and that you just borrowed togata’s phone to figure out where yours was.

“togata? who?”

“my, my um. husband.” gingerly said, you can see mirio tense up in the corner of your eye.

“oh,” someone’s snickering away from the mic. denki probably. you can’t help but roll your eyes. “mirio?” you’re upset that he can remember his name but you couldn’t. “how is he?” you shoot mirio a look, he gives you a thumbs up.

“good. so, uh, where are you guys?”

two hours away. they’re two hours away by car and mirio’s pickup truck is exactly what you’d expect from him. it’s big, beat up, it’s blue, and it’s his pride and joy, even if it’s slow to start up. if anything, it feels a bit humbling to hear the low hum of the buzzing engine. brings you back down to reality, out of the lap of luxury.

reminds you of the way mirio laughs with his whole chest. that gentle, rumbling purr.

you’re sinking into the crunchy leather seat with a groan, then a laugh from togata; to which you swat at him. you give him the address so he can set it up with his gps, and get going. he messes it up a bit and then it’s your turn to laugh, much to his displeasure. he blushes from the embarrassment, and you pat his shoulder, still chuckling. it feels natural. waking up together. having breakfast together. unofficial road trip to meet back up with your friends because you got blackout drunk and are 100 miles away.

oh, right. you sigh softly and mirio looks over, thinking to comfort you by turning on the radio, greeted by soft pop and slow guitars.

the silence carries.

fifteen minutes into the drive, he thinks to ask about your boyfriend.

“what’s he like?” togata drums his fingers on the wheel with an air of anxiety almost, though you can’t imagine why he would be — unless he thinks you won’t react well to his question. you don’t mind however, and sate his curiosity without as much as a glance.

“oh, he’s nice,” your statement lacks the enthusiasm you’d expect when someone talks about their significant other. it seems sincere, yet exhausted.

“buys me whatever i want, when i want it, loves his job to death, and … we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this week.” dejection is visible in the way you slouch your shoulders, interest waning. mirio can’t help but exercise a little concern, filling in the gaps while he’s at it..

“and you couldn’t, because you came here?” you shake your head.

“what? no. i came here because he was too busy, and my friends thought i could still have some fun on my own. his job is important to him.”

“and your relationship isn’t?” your eyes narrow, glaring at him from the passenger's seat.

“the fuck’s that supposed to mean mirio?”

“well, an anniversary is supposed to be more important than some job— don’t you think he should just take a day off? it wouldn’t hurt.” you lean against the car door, shoulder propping your head up as you peer out the window.

“i mean, i guess. but he’s keeping us afloat, so i can’t really complain.” togata’s eyebrows shoot up.

his tone is incredulous. “what, you don’t work?”

seeing you cringe away out of the corner of his eye is what makes him back track almost immediately.

“i’m so sorry! i’m — wow, that was completely out of line,” your embarrassment lessens when he apologizes, and you inhale sharply.

“don’t worry. it’s, it’s fine.” you can’t help the way your fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, gnawing the inside of your cheeks, afraid of getting laughed at. mirio wouldn’t laugh at you, would he?

“i, i used to make music. i was in a band in highschool, actually.” though mirio’s forced to keep his eyes on the road lest you two crash, you can see the way his smile reaches his ears, the silent ‘wow’ of awe making your cheeks heat up. high brow company doesn’t have much use for your talents unless it’s the violin, or something else that fits their lame-ass agenda. your bass chills in the back of your closet, a relic of the past, but a neat decoration.

you shake your head, too caught up in your own train of thought that you didn’t realize togata was speaking.

“i’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“oh! i was just curious, i asked if you sing?” you snort, then full on laugh, though mirio doesn’t seem to get the joke.

“oh, hell no. i don’t have the voice for it, nor the patience to do vocal training. i just played bass! thought it was easier than guitar because it only had 4 strings. i was wrong. maybe i could … show you sometime? i mean, it’s been a while, but i think i remember a few songs: have you heard of seven nation army?”

you talk with mirio about music at length, and learn that he’s a pretty big enthusiast himself and while he’s never played an instrument, he’s been interested in learning guitar. he brings up your band, and the memories of your senior year come flooding back; mina and denki convincing you to audition, your stage fright, recruitment later in spite of it.

mirio can see the stars in your eyes when you speak, speaking so animatedly with clear adoration at the topic at hand, and he starts getting a creeping suspicion that back where you’re from, you don’t get to talk about this as nearly as much as you like. he realizes in the same breath that he doesn’t mind indulging you. he participates enough so you don’t feel like you’re chatting his ear off, but quiet enough to hear you fill in the empty space.

the way your hands move as you tell stories is adorable and so is your enthusiasm, he could hear you ramble for hours and never get bored. and he nearly does, it’s been an hour and you’re still talking — but then you take a breath, and apologize for no good reason.

he squints at you, confused.

“what’re you apologizing for?”

“i’ve been talking waaaaay too much. i’ve barely heard a word out of you for the last thirty minutes!”

“i thought you were having fun! i know i liked listening. besides, it looks like that you don’t get to talk enough about the stuff you enjoy. i’m willing to listen, so talk all you want!” the assumption makes you furrow your brow, and you hate that you feel like he’s right.

your boyfriend either talks about his job, your friends, his parents, or nothing at all. no interest in music. no time for it. your friends enjoy reminiscing on occasion, but you don’t speak enough to them to get all nostalgic.

it’s … nice that he takes your feelings into consideration. you smile to yourself, saying nothing in response.

“we’re getting closer to the hotel — it’s 30 minutes away now.” it gets quiet again, before all the sounds you hear are the other cards and the slow hum of low volume music you’d forgotten about, coming from the radio. you turn towards the window to take in the scenery while mirio catches glimpses of you in his periphery, surprised at how adorable you look, doing even the most mundane of things.

mirio couldn’t remember much from the night before, well, can’t remember anything that wasn’t you. you weren’t completely out of it when you met him, but he could’ve misjudged, considering he wasn’t quite in his right mind either. didn’t know if it was the alcohol that made you so bold, but everything about you was so charming.

from something as simple as your smile to how easily you chatted him up, despite his tendency to be a tad overbearing, you would take him and his attitude in stride. running around town, dipping in and out of nightclubs with your friends close behind, getting kicked out of said clubs, dancing and laughing together in another—

he huffs, pouting to himself. your boyfriend was so damn lucky.

he steps on the gas and starts going a little faster. you don’t seem to mind.

the rest of the trip was silence, and it wasn’t until he parked and stepped out of the car and said something.

“wow.” he whistles, low and long, until you pinch his arm to stop from attract the stares of passerby. “you guys could afford this? gosh. that’s like, three of my paychecks, maybe.” you chortled as he helped you out, quick to clear up any confusion.

“not me,” you walked in the lobby with him, going straight to the elevators after checking in with the front desk. “i could barely afford it! mina’s … uhm, girlfriend, paid for a room for all of us.” he arches a brow at the emphasis on girlfriend, but if he has any objections, he holds his peace.

“mmh. wonder what it’s like to be rich.”

you laugh as you’re carried up a few floors, specifically to the more expensive suites, at least 12 floors up. “me too dude! mina is lucky.”

you’re barely knocking on the room door before denki is throwing it open and screeching, ushering you both in. they remember mirio from last night, which is upsetting, considering they don’t remember anything else: not how you got to mirio’s house, not how they got back home. not how they found your phone in the bathroom either, apparently.

“speaking of bathrooms, i’m gonna take a shower. keep mirio company, i guess."

you have to look through your luggage for a change of clothes, and find your phone on your bed in your room, charging and you don’t think about going through it until after you’re clean.

coming back to nearly forty notifications from your boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, and quite frankly, might’ve been a sign. some were calls but most were all lower case texts, each more foreboding than the last. holding your towel up with one hand, you scroll through your messages with the other.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

who the hell is this guy?

beneath it, a video of you and togata. your pupils dilate, and a deeply rooted sense of dread clutches your heart. it looks like a screen recording off of denki’s instagram account, of you two dancing. not overtly scandalous, but too close for comfort.

have you been cheating on me?

for how long

how desperate are you? i say i have a business trip and you take it as an excuse to slut it up somewhere else?

you’re fucking pathetic.

heart slowly sinking, threatening to beat out of your chest, you can’t find it in you to scroll through the rest. you barely have pants on before you’re calling him up, frenzied and feeling out of breath. the phone barely rings twice before you’re going to voicemail and hearing the beeping tone.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

you hang up, and try again.

this time, he picks up on the first dial tone.

“baby?” you nearly yell into the microphone, while the other end remains silent.

“what is it.” his voice is hollow, not even asking a question; rather making a statement. you choke on your words, are quiet for a few seconds at most before he’s barking at you. “i don’t have all day. i’m busy.”

“t-that video. it wasn’t, it wasn’t anything—” something slams in the background that makes you flinch, and he takes it as a good opportunity to cut you off.

“so the wedding wasn’t shit either? the way he was holding you, looking at you like that, like some lovesick fucking puppy?”

“w-what? what’re you talking about honey? it’s nothing like that—”

“don’t get fucking cute with me. i’ve seen the photos. that girl mina doesn’t know how to not publicize your life.” you feel like dying.

“i knew i should’ve never settled for you.”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut the fuck up.” there’s more shuffling on his end, a deep sigh. you’re too shaken to speak. “i wasted so much on you. gave you a house, a home, just for you to repay the favor by being a two-bit whore, sit on your ass all day and complain, and waste my time with those stupid fucking hobbies of yours.” what’s more terrifying is that his voice doesn’t wane or waver. he means it.

“... honey, please. please just let me explain!” you hadn’t even noticed the tears until you’re wiping them off your cheeks, your sniffling getting louder until you’re full on sobbing.

“there’s nothing left to explain. get your shit out by tuesday. we’re done.”

the line goes dead after that.

you don’t realize how much time has passed since you went to go shower initially, only that it’s been a while, considering how urgently mina starts knocking on the door.

“baby, are you alright? you’ve been in there for half an hour!” you can’t find it in you to respond. all it results in is choking on your own words, coughing and sobbing and tears and this fucking headache.

you don’t want to be seen.

mina announces that she’s coming in, and conversation behind the door quiets down until you can’t hear it anymore. just your own thoughts. she opens it and finds you in the corner, your knees to your chest while you’re just barely dressed, hair soaking wet. crying feebly until she rushes over and asks what happened.

you show her your phone. the texts.

she wraps her arm around your back and helps you up. hands you a towel so you can finish drying yourself off, and picks out some clothes for you to wear. when she turns around, she’s greeted by the concerned faces of your friends. mirio.

her face morphs from a look of concern to pure rage.

“what the fuck!?” she all but snatches your phone away from you, to which you pull your hands back and cradle you legs again. “who the fuck does this asshole think he is?” she looks down at you just then, and sees the red in your eyes, the tear tracks that stain your cheeks and a few drops dripping off your chin. you need your help more than you need her rage and half hearted insults.

“you yelled.” shinsou states plainly. “is everything alright?” mina approaches them and ushers everyone out, closing the door, presumably to give you some privacy.

you dress slowly, the few minutes feeling like an eternity before you’re reaching for the door handle, clean and feeling like shit, for different reasons other than a hangover.

when you emerge from your room, mirio gives you a hug.

a hug that you melt into. one that you weren’t expecting but squeeze him back just as hard, tears that didn’t quite make it out seeping into the spot where you press into his shirt. his arms are comforting and strong, rubbing and patting your back gently, until the room is silent beyond your heartbeat and your sniffles, your friends milling about in the background.

“he said i have to move out.” your fingers dig into togata’s shirt. “pack up all my stuff and leave but i don’t know where i’m supposed to go—”

there’s a smaller hand patting your back when mina speaks up.

“d-don’t worry.” you can feel her hugging you too, a special warmth blooming in your chest.

“we’ll figure something out.”

while you’re leaving the hotel, mina makes a call to her girlfriend camie to explain the situation, and by the time you’re back in mirio’s pick up, she said that camie offered to rent you an apartment in her name. the earliest she can get it was by monday, so she offered to let you spend the night for a couple days as well. denki says that he and shinsou could help you with things around the house: shopping, redecorating, etc.

togata is the one who offers to help you get your stuff. you arrange the date for monday, actually exchange phone numbers, and meet up at 8.

it makes sense; his car has enough space in the back, you don’t have much of your own stuff, but you nearly regret accepting the offer in the first place. something about moving out with your … husband in tow doesn’t sit well with you. almost seems like it’s too soon.

but mirio’s charming enough to make the whole ordeal seem less like a fever dream. you’re beaming at him by the time you’re all done, laughing and smiling and so infectiously happy. by the time you both wind down you’re out of breath, wheezing in the front seats of the car.

he smiles fondly at you.

you can feel your cheeks heat as you return the sentiment.

then both of you are back on the road. the musics louder this time, and you get to show him how shitty you sing; which he insists isn’t so bad after all. it’s after twenty minutes of this that you’re suddenly struck by the irony of it all.

“i can’t believe our first date with you was me moving out of my exes apartment.” mirio chokes on his spit, cheeks bleeding red as he does a double take, eyes flitting from the road, back to you, back to the road.

“wait.”

“that was our date?”

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Five Things Thunderbirds

Uniforms

Each brother has his own uniform specialised to their task. In canon, they just stick with that uniform no matter the situation due to the CGI budget for the show. Poor Gordy to be stuck in a swimsuit all the time. So, I’m thinking that in ‘reality’ they may have different versions of their uniforms to be used as required. For example, none of the non-space bros’ standard uniforms really work in space. Also, I’d hate to see poor Virg try to swim in that outfit – though Scott swam in his at one point.

The only time I’ve played with this concept is in ‘We’ll Be Home For Christmas’.

Scott darted a glance at Gordon. The aquanaut held his gaze. His eldest brother was dressed in an IR wetsuit. It was startling to see him out of his familiar uniform. Gone was his flight baldric and in its place, yellow slashed across his blue, visibility more the priority underwater. The only concessions to his commander rank were his shoulder patches and twin silver-grey bands on that yellow baldric. Alan was dressed similarly, but where Scott sported silver, Alan sported red. Neither had their helmets on.

Gordon had only mentioned the suits to Scott when preparing for this venture because he had hoped to enjoy some recreational diving. Their suits were far above average equipment, so why not use the best to have a little fun?

Scott had rolled his eyes, but five wetsuits had been thrown into their luggage. They had supposed to be used for sharing his world with his brothers.

It would be interesting to visualise some other forms of their uniforms :D

Who makes their uniforms?

Hair

Fanon riding on definite hints claims Scott is going grey. Several of us, including me, have hinted that Virgil dyes his hair (though I’m related to a black-haired individual and it took him ages to finally go grey, I’m talking into his seventies). Fanon also tends to claim redheads don’t go grey.

One of Virgil’s piano sonatas started playing over his tablet ever so softly.

Despite himself, he smiled. “I’m fine, Eos.”

“You’re worrying again. This is not good for your hair production.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Several sources state that stress can disable the pigment production in human hair follicles, resulting in white, often termed ‘grey’, hairs. I believe this is a negatively viewed characteristic and I have noted that your elder brothers have encountered this issue already. It causes distress, therefore it should be prevented.”

Another blink. “Both of my older brothers have dark hair. Grey becomes very apparent in contrast.”

“It will turn your hair pink.”

“What?” This conversation was ridiculous. “It is a natural ageing process. There is very little that can be done about it.” A breath. “I’m not vain, Eos.”

She didn’t answer immediately. “But your brothers are?”

“My brothers are my brothers, Eos.”

“Well, that makes little sense.”

“Just accept them as they are.”

“Is it possible to accept them any other way?”

“No, not really.”

“Then that statement is redundant.”

“Eos.”

“Yes?”

Frivolous distraction, Eos-style. She had become quite adept at it. Moving his thoughts off worrying topics. A sigh. “Thank you, Eos.”

She didn’t answer immediately, but then…

“Did you know Virgil dyes his hair?”

As for the blondies :D Apart from being young, these guys will be like John – turn white rather than grey…eventually.

Hmm…unless someone gets traumatized badly and their hair starts growing in white from shock….fic ahoy :D

It should also be noted that I headcanon Virgil’s hair as being curly, which is why he styles it so much :D

Colours

So why are the Thunderbirds and their pilots colour coded the colours they are?

Possibilities:

Scott copied his Dad.

Virg likes green cos it was his mother’s favourite colour – I’ve used that in a fic.

Alan always wanted any rocket his Dad built to be a bright red one, so his Dad painted it that colour – used that one, too. This may also be the reason why TB1’s nose cone is red. Little Allie jumping up and down declaring it is a rocket and Scott saying no, but then capitulating anyway :D

Yellow is likely a functional colour for Thunderbird Four so it can be seen underwater.

Why is John’s baldric gold?

Grandma

Grandma is approximately our generation (well, technically not mine, I’m older than her ::wails:: ), but she would have been born in the eighties in order for Jeff to be born in the mid-2000s (to be in his fifties in the show).

So, Sally Tracy would have grown up in the digital world. She would have been around ten years old when the internet became a thing. In 2020, she would be likely in her thirties and at her prime with our technology. She should be able to wrangle a phone and a computer as well as we can.

We have to remember that she isn’t our grandparents, she is us :D

The Pokey Trees

This is a headcanon more than anything, but I’m basing it on fact.

New Zealand is home to the Pohutukawa (NZ Christmas Tree). It is one of their dominant trees. It is a Myrtaeace family member (which includes the Australian eucalypts). The Kermadecs to the north of NZ, and Raoul in particular support an endemic version of this tree called appropriately the Kermadec Pohutukawa.

So apart from the palm trees on Tracy Island, I’m thinking this would be the dominant tree (and I wrote it into my fic).

Scott and Mel pushed up a steep incline for some time. She had taken them off the main track and deep into the forest. Birds sung all around and the wind rustled through the blossoming trees. The pōhutukawa were in their brilliant crimson Christmas flowers, festooning the island as if to decorate for the season.

Grandma loved the pōhutukawa trees on Tracy Island and was in fact the only reason he knew the name of the plant. She cut flowers every year for their Christmas table to acknowledge the beautiful piece of land they lived on.

They reminded him of home.

This whole island reminded him of home.

Gordon or Alan coined the term ‘Pokey trees’, but really it’s because I can’t pronounce that word for the life of me. Just ask @onereyofstarlight who has heard me try :D

-o-o-o-

And wow, I really managed to ramble on with these five things :D

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #5thingsTB

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 4 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Welcome to Part 4 of “Beneath the Amber Moon,” a group fic set in the Galactica Universe. Click here for previous chapters.

We hope you’re enjoying it! Let us know what you think!

Summary: Summary: Day 3. Rain, voyeurism, refugee sea creatures, cuddling, and a ziplining adventure: just another day in paradise...

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"I can’t believe this.” Fame huffed, dumping down on the bed after coming back from the bathroom. “Look at this!” Fame said, gesturing to the rain pouring down outside.

Patrick smiled, opening his arm so Fame could crawl into it, the woman sprawling out on his chest.

Fame sighed. “At least my app says it’ll clear up after lunch.”

"I wouldn’t put bets on it, my love."

Patrick had jokingly suggested they could have sex to pass the time while they waited for the rain to clear up, Fame not willing to risk her hair getting ruined by going to breakfast with everyone else, and they had, Fame taking all her frustration out on her husband.

Fame sighed, tracing patterns on Patricks skin.

"Patrick, you're not helping." Fame ran her palm down Patrick’s body, swirling her fingertips on his stomach.

"Relax darling.” Patrick kissed her hair. “Even you cannot control the weather, no matter how much you whine.”

“I don’t whine.”

“Bianca is here, don't you gals have some TV show you'd like to see?” Patrick knew bringing up the B-word was a risky move, but it was one he was willing to take. Fame and Bianca were dancing around each other, the women hot and then cold. Patrick could already feel Fame growing bored again, his wife not one for being told she can’t do something.

“Are you really suggesting that?”

“We have an umbrella if you want to go see her.”

“To watch TV? Because that’s just my favorite activity.”

Patrick smiled, gently tipping Fame’s face up so he can kiss her. “It’s a vacation, live a little.”

“I don’t think watching TV can be described as living.”

“Maybe it’d make you less grumpy-”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Sure darling.” Patrick laughed, sitting up, pulling his laptop case out from under the bed. “Besides, I'm sure my partners back in New York would be more than happy if I got around to answering some emai-"

"You brought a laptop?!"

"Sweetheart, I own a law firm. Yes, I brought my laptop with me."

/////

The rain was a true blessing in disguise. Violet was enjoying a slow morning in with Sutan, the two of them eating breakfast in bed with their patio door open, rain falling outside as they listened to the new albums Karl had introduced to Sutan, Courtney knocking on their door, the blonde standing out there with a huge smile. Sutan had ordered a pot of tea, Violet quickly getting dressed in a pair of white shorts and a long top, her lace bra visible through it.

“Here you go.”

Violet smiled, accepting the tray that had just been delivered from Sutan, Violet handing one of the cups to Courtney, the two of them sat on the edge of the deck, their feet dangling in the water.

“Thank you.” Violet tilted her head up to receive a kiss from Sutan.

“You do know there are plenty of not only very comfortable but also quite expensive couches in the bungalow, right?” Sutan smirked, clearly finding it amusing that the woman had decided on sitting on the floor. “I’m sure the resort staff would be very sad to hear that two ladies as beautiful as you prefer the floor.”

Violet smiled and shook her head. “I like it here...” She looked out at the rain.

“It is a lot more your speed.” Sutan ran a hand through Violet’s hair, only daring to because it hadn’t been styled yet, her black locks falling around her face. “She’s a real New York girl.” Sutan looked at Courtney, mischief playing in his eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone as happy about rain as Violet was this morning when she realised the temperature had dropped.”

“Well, I know how she feels. I miss the rain, living in a desert now.” Courtney sipped her tea, the hot liquid sweet and delicious.

“I’ll bet.” Sutan laughed. “I’m going to sit on the couch, so have fun ladies.”

“Thank you for the tea,” Violet repeated.

“Thank the staff, they’re the ones who got it.” Sutan gave Violet one last kiss, retiring to the couch where he grabbed the book Raja had thrown at him the day they arrived, his sister insisting he had to read “Crazy Rich Asians,” Raja laughing loudly as she explained it to her brother.

“So, can you help me?”

Courtney had texted her the night before, asking her if Violet could help her with a project. Courtney looked like a schoolgirl, delightful glee clear on her face and honestly Violet felt the same.

“I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

Courtney laughed, reaching into her bag, when she glanced over to Sutan. “Are you sure it’s okay if we do it here? Not that I don’t want Sutan’s opinion, but it’s kinda confidential.”

"Oh. He won’t dare.”

“He won’t?” Courtney gave Violet the ipad, not really believing her words. There was no way Courtney could have had a private conversation with Bianca in the room without the other barging in, and even less one about work. Actually, she couldn’t remember a single time where Bianca hadn’t injected her opinion into what Courtney was doing, from her clothes to her food to how she wanted her hair.

"Sutan and I made a deal years ago.”

"And what is that?”

"If we want an opinion. We ask.”

Courtney couldn’t believe it was that simple, but Sutan hadn’t moved an inch while they talked, the man already diving deep into his book.

/////

“Knock knock.” Fame smiled as she stepped into Bianca’s bungalow.

Bianca looked up from her computer. She was sitting on her couch, glasses on, a pair of linen pants making her legs look infinitely long. “You’re already inside, why are you saying knock knock?”

“It’s good to see you too.” Fame closed her umbrella, Patrick sending her off with a kiss goodbye. “Do you want to watch TV?”

Bianca stared at her, cocking her head slightly.

“What?” Fame touched her face, wondering if her mascara had run from the short trip.

“You just asked me if I wanted to watch TV. Who are you and what have you done with my pretentious friend?”

“Oh, shut up!” Fame giggled, stripping off her damp jacket, a sheer white lace dress underneath before she sat down on the couch. “It’s raining, and Patrick sent me away so that he could work.”

“Ah-”

“Work! Can you believe it? He brought his laptop!”

“Well-”

“I would never do that.” Fame crossed her arms.

“Blondie...You literally have your second in command, your attorney and your head of makeup here."

"Patrick isn't my attorney. Galactica hired their own business affairs department two years ago, you know this Bianca"

"Point still stands.”

“It doesn’t! We haven’t talked shop once.”

“Shop?” Bianca chucked.

“You know what I mean.” Fame pouted at her. “So are you gonna come cuddle me or what?”

“Yes, miss,” Bianca intoned, not dodging in time as Fame hit her with a pillow. “Ouch!” she laughed, dimples appearing in her cheeks as she curled up beside Fame, laying her head on her shoulder.

“I guess the whole TV thing was just a ruse, huh?”

“Mmmh,” Fame said, placing a hand on Bianca’s back, rubbing in gentle circles. “Though there is one thing.”

“Yes?”

“There is something on Netflix called ‘Zumbo’s just desserts?’”

“And you want to watch this?”

“Raven has apparently raved about it.” Fame shrugged. “And I can’t have her have better catering ideas than me.��

“Well,” Bianca smiled. “Anything for you blondie.”

“As it should be.”

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“SHIT!”

Courtney screeched loudly as she felt a tug at her foot, Violet jumping at her outburst, almost dropping the iPad.

“Courtney what’s-”

“Shhhh!” They both looked down, seeing none other than Adore Delano who was bobbing away in the water directly underneath them.

“Adore, what the fuck are you doing swimming in the rain?”

“I’m a mermaid. Can I come up or what?”

“Sure, sure, just-” Courtney took a deep breath, her hand still covering her pounding heart as Adore climbed onto the deck, dripping wet. Violet had run off, only now coming back with a towel and a robe, Adore gratefully accepting both.

“Adore, not that I’m not happy to see you.” Violet wasn’t, in fact, happy to see her. “But what are you doing here?”

“Courtney texted me that she was with you, and I’m like, a refugee, so I figured I could hide my ass here since this is the last place anyone would look for me.

“You almost gave me a heart attack," Courtney sighed. “Do you want some tea?”

“Got any whiskey?”

Both Courtney and Adore looked at Violet.

“Umh..” Violet looked around the room. “Maybe.”

“Sweet!” Adore began to strip off her wet swimsuit.

“Aaand that seems like my cue to leave.” Sutan sat up, Adore waving her top in the air, laughing as he avoided eye contact.

“Hey Tan!! What up bro?!”

Sutan stood up, his thumb keeping his place in his book as he opened the minibar, taking out the miniature bottles.

“Here you go ladies.”

“Thanks!” Adore laughed. “Pour me one of those sexy bitches.”

Sutan poured, leaving the bottles on the floor where the girls were camped out, Sutan leaning down and giving Violet a quick kiss.

“I’ll be at Raja’s.”

“Okay.” Violet kissed back, not daring to point out to Sutan that there would probably be even more commotion with his nieces around. “See you later.”

Sutan nodded, Adore already trying to pour alcohol into Courtney’s drink.

/////

“Fuck!” Raven moaned, her hands were fisting the sheets, her hips thrusting again and again to meet Raja who was buried between her legs, her wife expertly fucking her with a clever tongue that knew every part of her. “More- Please, more, I can’t- Raj!”

Raven groaned, Raja hooking her fingers just right, Raven’s legs cramping close around Raja’s head as she came, effectively trapping the other woman but Raja only moaned, the vibrations shaking Raven's body with an aftershock, her breath only slowly returning to normal.

“Kiss- Ah, kiss please.”

Raja laughed, her hands forcing Raven’s thighs apart, crawling up her wife’s body. “My little brat.” Raja kissed Raven, their bodies slotting together, Raja adoring the feeling of Raven’s soft skin and her curves under her. “So demanding.”

Raven smiled, a soft and almost dreamy expression on her face. They had sent the kids to Jujus and Detox for a play date, Raja and Raven falling into bed the moment they had the chance. Raja looked like a goddess under the sun, her long hair and her dark skin even more attractive in these surroundings. “I’m thirsty.”

“Are you now baby?”

“Mmh.” Raven kissed Raja again. “Get me some water?”

“Of course princess.” Raja stood up, slapping Raven’s thigh for good measure before she grabbed a robe. Raven laid back in bed, a hand finding her pussy and gently gliding over her abused folds, Raja taking and taking and taking and Raven couldn’t wait for one more round.

“Oh. Hi Sutan.”

Raven turned her head, looking at the open door to the living room, horror drawn on her face. She hoped it was a phone call, oh god she really hoped it was a phone call.

“How long have you been here?”

“About 10 minutes?”

It wasn’t, and Raven pulled the pillow over her face, screaming into it.

/////

Parking Adore on the couch had proved surprisingly easy, the TV running on low in the background, snuggled up in Violet’s warm bathrobe while her swimsuit dried on the towel rack. Violet picked up the iPad once again, Adore looking over her shoulder.

“Are you guys working on the Moschino line?”

Violet nodded.

“I’m still surprised someone asked you to do a clothing line, Courtney...” she mused.

“Ouch,” said Courtney, miming an arrow hitting her heart, making Adore laugh. “Is it really that strange?”

“Yeah, it’s a little strange.”

“So, here’s the thing,” Courtney said. “Jeremy has been dressing me for a couple of years now, and I thought that his team kind of understood my taste. But then, we had this meeting and they asked about what I liked-” Violet nodded. “What I wanted, and you know, I said, like, rainbows and sequins and glitter and fringe and neon-”

“There is all of that in here?” Violet looked at the iPad, a grimace of worry on her face.

“Awh, listen to my tacky little baby,” Adore cooed, and Courtney stuck out her tongue.

“Well I like it, usually, but the thing is.. They sent me these sketches and it’s like...they used ALL the ideas in the same jacket. And...I don’t often say this, but I think it’s like...too me?”

“If you’re working with Moschino, it can’t be that bad,” Violet said.

“It’s bad, it’s really bad, just...I think what it really needs is someone classy who hates my taste and will add balance.”

“I’m honored you thought of me,” Violet said with a smile.

“Omigod, you’re so gonna hate it,” Adore laughed. “Open it Violet! Open it, open it!”

Violet swiped the iPad, a look with a neon rainbow color-blocked bomber jacket with fringe up and down the arms and a sequined unicorn.

“See!”

“It’s… Umh..” Violet suddenly felt dizzy, a light breeze blowing in from the sea. “It’s…” Violet handed Courtney the iPad. “It’s very…” And that’s when she felt it. “Excuse me!” Violet bent over, vomiting off the edge of the deck, her breakfast disappearing into the water.

“Shiiit!” Adore jumped up, Courtney already grabbing Violet’s hair, as she threw up once more, Violet dry heaving before Courtney gently pulled her back in, Adore’s hand on her back.

“Okay.. So, I know it’s probably a fugly jacket.” Adore teased, a small smile playing on her lips. “But that was a pretty dramatic reaction.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, the smell of seaweed, it’s so-”

“Seaweed?” Courtney looked at Adore over Violet’s back, silently asking if the other woman had smelled anything, but Adore shook her head, neither of them having any idea what Violet was talking about.

“Can’t you smell it?” The breeze hit once again, and Violet covered her mouth, taking a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Courtney asked. “I know the others said you don’t do well in this weather, but I don’t think this is normal…”

“They talked about me?”

“They’re just worried,” Adore said. “Raja keeps lecturing Tan about how he’s a dick for making you come.”

“It’s fine, I’m… It’s fine.” Violet took a deep breath. “We don’t have to make a thing of this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Give me the iPad again, please?”

The continued to go through the sketches, Violet jotting down notes and ideas in her own sketchbook as they went, Adore returning to the couch to watch TV as the hours passed by.

“Oh shit,” Adore said, looking down at her phone.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jinkx wants me to go to the spa for couples massages with Alaska. Omigod, I can’t do that. Face down on a table for an hour? There’s no way I’d avoid the Talk there.”

Violet furrowed her brow, not sure what Adore was talking about. Courtney shook her head.

“Don’t ask.”

“Yeah, it’s a long sto- Wait. I have an idea.”

Adore picked up the phone next to the bed and pressed the button for the concierge, tapping nervously on the table.

“...Hi! Um...do you know of any activities that I could do this afternoon that’ll take at least three hours?...Preferably involving heights?”

Courtney let out a small chuckle, knowing how much Alaska feared heights, the woman getting dizzy sometimes standing on the balcony of her penthouse apartment. What was Adore up to?

“Uh uh...ooooh, yes...yes, thank you!” Adore hung up, a big grin on her face. He’d suggested ziplining, something she’d always wanted to try, ever since Bianca had done it years ago, raving about how much fun it was. Which gave Adore another idea…“Hey, Court. How do you feel about zip lining through the rainforest? This afternoon? Huh?”

“Sounds awesome!”

Adore smiled. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone here...avoid the dreaded Talk, and bring her best friend and favorite sister back together again.

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“Owen, sit down, I- fuck!”

“Matthew, don’t swear around the kids.” Juju sighed. It had seemed like such a good idea to stay in with the kids when the rain had started falling, the morning going by as uneventfully as one could expect with three kids. Detox had taken Owen with him in the shower, Owen basking in his father’s attention whenever he could have it, while Kelly had called on FaceTime to chat with her little sister, Julia lighting up like the sun - almost as excited as she’d been to see Courtney - and Juju had played with Grace, the two of them practicing Grace’s colors while Juju had gotten dressed.

“He stepped on my balls!”

“And I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose.” Juju grabbed Owen’s elbow, making her son sit down. “Right Owen?”

“Mmh!” Owen smiled, the piece of fruit he had gone to collect already in his mouth, her sons smile full of watermelon meat and missing teeth.

They had all settled down for a movie - Glimmer, again, of course. Grace fell asleep sitting with Julia, their youngest looking up to her sister almost as much as Julia loved Kelly.

“Apologize to your father.”

“Sorry dad.”

“Apology accepted, champ.”

Juju rolled her eyes, settling back in. Her husband could just as well have disciplined their child himself, but sometimes it felt like she had 5 kids instead of four. Detox more often than not getting dragged along into their children's arguments instead of being the adult who stopped them, but as Detox’s arm slung around her shoulders, his warm hand caressing her upper arm, Juju chose to sink into his embrace instead, watching Courtney as Princess Lucie, galloping away on her winged horse.

/////

Bianca grabbed Adore by the back of the shirt and yanked her close, muttering, “Sister bonding time, eh?”

“What?” Adore bat her lashes innocently.

“Don’t play me, bitch. You didn’t say she would be here,” Bianca nodded her head towards Courtney, who was with one of their guides, slipping on her harness.

“She’s like a sister, too,” Adore said, face breaking into a sly grin as she added, “Or a sister-in-law.”

“Very funny, you meddling cunt.”

“I saw the way you were looking at her at breakfast,” Adore told her.

“I was looking at her fucking nails.”

“You mean her anti-fucking nails?” Adore laughed.

“Exactly! Those things are a giant red light, stop sign, do not cross-”

“Were you getting a green light before?” sang Adore teasingly.

Bianca let out an irritated scoff, releasing her shirt. She had never explained to Adore exactly how ugly things got with Courtney at the end. For some reason, she assumed that Courtney would’ve. But maybe that never happened. So she couldn’t really be mad about Adore’s harebrained attempt at matchmaking.

“Does it matter? She’s sending a pretty clear sign now.”

“Well, speaking from experience...there are work-arounds for the nails. Keep hope alive!”

Courtney skipped over to them, finally fitted into her harness. Bianca tried not to think about the last time she saw her in a harness, albeit a very different kind. It didn’t help that all she had under the harness were the tiniest little short shorts, forcing Bianca to see her rippling thigh muscles, looking strong enough to crack a walnut.

“I’m actually really excited about this,” Courtney said, slinging an arm around Adore’s shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to try ziplining.”

“See, I told you this vacation would be fun!” Adore exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah...you told me a lot of things…” Courtney caught Bianca’s eye, giving her a little smile, admiring how cute she looked in her athletic wear. Even in a ponytail, her hair looked smooth and glossy, and Courtney had to resist reaching forward to run her fingers through it.

“Uh...have you ever done this before?”

“Never,” Courtney said.

“You’re gonna love it. Such a rush,” Bianca told her.

“Can’t wait.” Courtney bit her lip, twirling her hair slightly, and Bianca felt that uncomfortable stirring in her abdomen, sighing with relief when the guides called for their attention.

/////

“Honey. Stop checking your phone.” Jinkx closed her eyes, enjoying her massage, wishing that Alaska, on the table besides her, would stop fretting and relax for a little while. “Adore will respond when she responds.”

“You’re way too indulgent with her. You let her get away with murder,” Alaska said.

“Well, that’s just literally wrong,” Jinkx laughed. “I mean, if she murdered someone, I’d probably speak very sternly to her… Unless she had a really good reason for it.”

“Jinkx. I’m serious.”

“I know, baby.” Jinkx turned her head, sighing, as the masseuse worked her muscles deeper. “I was trying to lighten the mood.”

“But that’s the problem! Neither of you are taking this seriously!” Alaska cried, wincing in pain as her masseuse found an especially tense knot in her shoulder. “Ow!”

“Lasky, I am taking it seriously. But we can’t push her. It’s not fair.”

“Why? Why isn’t it fair?”

“Because she’s a baby. She’s only 26!”

“Yeah, and I’m 38. I’m not getting any fucking younger. And neither are you,” Alaska reminded her.

“Thanks, my love.”

“I’m just saying. If we really want this, she’s our best shot. But that will require an actual conversation about it.”

“I know. But it can’t be an ambush. And it can’t be two against one,” Jinkx said. “I’ll try to find a time to talk to her tomorrow, on the boat. After we’ve had some fun and she’s in a good mood.”

“So, you’re saying that you don’t want me to be a part of this conversation?” Alaska’s voice was strained. “Ow…”

“No, honey, I’m saying that I think there needs to be a little pre-conversation. Some foreplay to lube her up. And I’m offering to do that, for all of us.”

Alaska sighed. “Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

After a pause, Jinkx added a soft, “I love you...”

“Yeah, I love you too, Jinkxy,” Alaska said, finally cracking a smile.

/////

“Lift.”

Violet obeyed, lifting her arm just as Sutan had instructed, and Sutan couldn’t help but smile as he ran his hands over it, the liquid soap in his hands getting spread all over his girlfriends skin, Violet humming in pleasure.

Sutan hadn’t realised the stroke of genius he had committed when he had asked Violet if he could come along for her shower. It was something the two of them often did in Paris, the showerhead one of the first things Sutan had replaced when he moved in. The ritual of showering together was an easy and honest way for them to reconnect after long days apart, both of them working so much that it sometimes felt like they barely saw each other, at least during Violet’s busy season. Here in Brazil, however, Sutan had watched Violet transform the moment the water hit her, Violet releasing a breath Sutan wasn’t even sure Violet had known she was holding.

“And the other.”

They switched, and Sutan couldn’t help but kiss Violet’s neck, the woman leaning against him. He ran his hand down her side, Violet whimpering as Sutan ran a hand over her stomach. In Paris Violet would melt like butter when he kneaded her tender back or touched her aching arms, the physical labor of working for Dior Couture sometimes pulling a true number on Violet’s body, the hours and hours and hours going into the dresses they produced paid right away, but Violet loved it, and Sutan loved that she loved it.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good..”

“Yeah?” Sutan smiled, pressing another kiss into Violet’s skin, his teeth nipping at her, and that’s when he felt it, Violet’s stomach practically rumbling under his hand. Sutan broke from her, a laugh leaving him. “Damn lovely eyes. Seems like someone shouldn’t have skipped dinner, huh?”

Violet laughed, and Sutan felt his heart melt, the comfort and trust Violet showed him in that moment something he cherished more than he knew how to put into words.

When he had first met Violet, she would have shied away, embarrassed and betrayed by her bodies humanity, but instead, after years together, she was laughing. Sutan ran his other hand through Violet’s wet hair, pushing it back and turning his head so he could kiss her.

“Some soup does sound nice…” Violet smiled, kissing Sutan’s lips. “Do you think they have tomatoes?”

“I’m sure they have everything you could ever dream of.”

/////

Bianca couldn’t sleep. She laid in bed, covers tossed aside, eyes wide open and staring at the slow moving ceiling fan.

She couldn’t close them because every time she did, she saw Courtney. Muscular thighs on full display as she climbed a ladder, abs peeking out from her shirt when she sailed across a zip line. Even the agile way she jumped to the ground. Who knew that an afternoon of zip lining would be so fucking alluring?

Bianca could have cursed herself for not bringing a single vibrator in her massive suitcase. An oversight that was truly proving to be tragic, fingers simply not enough to relieve the pulsing ache in her cunt.

She flipped over onto her stomach, pillow between her legs, squirming desperately against her hand, some of her hair ending up in her mouth. God, what she wouldn’t give for that mouthful to be blonde and silky. Bianca squeezed her eyes shut, straining, trying to imagine her tongue against Courtney’s skin, hands full of her perfect ass. She whimpered, frustration mounting, finally collapsing in exhaustion and failure.

Why the fuck hadn’t she packed a vibrator?

Did Amazon Prime deliver to remote Brazilian resort towns?

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thoughtsthatstray · 3 years

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This comment on the youtube page of the version of “Spike”, made me feel the need to share the time I met “Spike”. Maybe his name was Robert, Billy, Mac or Buddy (thanks Sheryl).

He was Spike to me. I have no idea if the ages/size/description match up, but here we go:

1989

This story occured when I went to Myrtle Beach with a former friend and his dad/step-mom and a pair of step sisters (14-15/9) with each bringing along a friend.

The typical evening would have the group/family going out to dinner, then going back to the condo in Cherry Grove (at times only for my idiot friend to take a dump). My former friend and I wanted to head down to Myrtle and just see whatever we could get into. Well, the girls begged and pleaded to come with us, and my friend’s dad finally bribed him with $ to get us to take them with older girls responsible for keeping an eye on the younger pair.

The girls took off to the pavillion, my friend said he wanted to show me the hotel that we would likely stay at during senior week. The not-so Golden Villa. That place a freaking dump. It only had a couple of things going from it. It was in the middle of the action and on the beach. I remember telling him I planned on doing my sleeping on the beach during the day, and in the end, that is mostly what happened, even more so after we were banned from playing tackle football, after some guy was taken to the hospital with broken ribs. Oops.

My friend had gone to the beach with the class of 89 during their Senior Week which was just a few weeks before this, and he met a girl that worked at the “Gay Dolphin Gift Shop” and he wanted to go in there to see if she was working. We walk in and I hit him in the arm and said do you know the Tom Petty song from a few years ago named “Spike”, the one with a guy wearing a dog collar? He said, “yeah I think so, why?” That SOB Spike is standing over there. I pointed across the building, and he said “Holy shit it is”.

I pointed out a man and woman walking arm and arm. She was likely mid 30’s wearing what I would call a diamond cut bathing suit, which had a diamond cut out in between the breasts and the top of the crotch and tied around the neck. She also had on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a pair of bright yellow (matching the bathing suit) Chuck Taylor high tops. Her hair looked like it was bled dry by about 5 bottles of bleach and her skin was a tanning salon shade of burnt orange. My then buddy said she had nice tits and pointed out the that patch of pussy hair as you zeroed in on her unzipped Daisy Dukes, then he went on to say she was fugly. She was tall, a couple of inches taller than “Spike”. (oh and a side note. He would have done her, she was walking, he would have done her)

Spike was about 5’8, like the girl in his mid to late 30’s he was built, cut, whatever you want to call it had a little napoleon bodybuilder vibe going on. His skin tone had a bit of burnt orange look to him as well but wasn’t quite full on “Hook Em Horns” like his better half (I guess she was his better half) He looked a bit like a mini-Randy Macho Man Savage with his fu man chu mustache and mullet combo going on. He too had on a pair of daisy dukes with the bottoms of his front pockets hanging out; he also had a matching sleeveless Levis Jean Jacket with a button or two buttoned that looked about 3 sizes too small for him and black high top reebok shoes, the kind you used to see women wear to a dance class with a velcro strap at the top. Oh and you can’t forget the black leather spiked dog collar. Certainly the finest touch to his outfit. He didn’t quite have a Mr. T. Starter set around his neck but he had some gold chains, and what was supposed to look like a diamond stud ear-ring. He was built but a bit puffy/stiff looking and he walked like he was in full on flex strut or a bit like Robo Cop. He/they were funny looking and in talking about the song I started to laugh and Spike noticed.

Spike wasn’t happy. He walked over and said “What the fuck are you laughing at?” I looked down at him and said “oh nothing Spike I’m not laughing at anything” chuckling as the words came out of my mouth. “What the fuck did you call me?” Spike barks out at me. “Haven’t you heard the Tom Petty song ‘Spike’, with your little dog collar on it looks like it was written about you.” He asked, so I explained.

“Boy I’ll whip your young punk ass” Spike growls at him this time. The bleached blonde steps in between us and says “now Bubby he’s too young for you to fight”. I punched my friend in the arm and with a howling laugh said “She called Spike Bubby”. He takes a step closer, and i had already pocketed my watch and positioned myself to take on whatever came my way. Kitty Clorox grabs him by the arm and pulls him away.

My former friend asks “What the fuck was that?” “That was Spike, Doo doo doo doo doo doo”, and I laugh again. We walked back to the Wings Beach store we were supposed to meet the girls at. The young ones had to be home by 10, and we’d venture back out if we didn’t stop for some “root-a-ma-beer (sorry another story). We met the girls and he started telling them about the guy with the dog collar and they wanted to see him. So we walked in that direction.

We didn’t see him to start with then I saw him and Blondie standing on the observation deck. I yelled up at him. “Hey Spike, tell me ‘bout life”. He bolted for the stairs. The older girls told the younger ones to go in the beach store that was close by. Spike got in my face and said “I’m going to beat your ass”. I quoted Balboa when I told him to “go for it”. The blonde wedges her way in between us again, when a cop and his partner walk up and one asks “What seems to be the problem”? The blonde says this boy is teasing my fiancé about his dog collar and some Tom Petty song. One cop laughs and says cool tune, and then the others asks, “So this kid is picking on your fiancé over his dog collar? Is that correct? He shakes his head again and walks the couple over to the side and they start to walk off. He then comes back with a smile on his face and laughs and says please stop picking on people with dog collars. “Yes sir” and we went into the beach store to find the younger step-sister/friend.

We get in the Blazer and head north to Cherry Grove. I was riding shotgun when I hit my friend with an elbow and said “well I’ll be damned”. Spike and Miss Clorox were walking down Ocean Boulevard. He slows, I hang out the window and yell “Hey Spike whatta ya like”, and howl at him like Petty does in the song. Spike takes off sprinting as we slowly pick up speed before he finally turns and heads towards Highway 17 to head back to Cherry Grove.

We get back to the condo and tell his parents the story and his dad is laughing so hard I thought he was going to shit himself and says, “I think we saw that fruit yesterday near the same spot but Barbie was wearing an orange swimsuit, shorts and orange shoes that clashed with her skin”.

Was it Tom Petty’s Spike? I doubt it. Was it Robert from above? Probably not. but he was my Spike. Such a good boy. Sit Spike Sit, or is it Bubby?

Yeah I could be a bit of an asshole.

#Spike #Tom Petty #Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers #Myrtle Beach #1989 #pavillion #old friends #good times #Cherry Grove #North Myrtle Beach #root-a-ma-beer

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STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: WHEELERS VS HARGROVES (PART 1)

STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: WHEELERS VS HARGROVES

[DISCLAIMER: This story in purely fan-fiction, meaning I own no rights to the show STRANGER THINGS, its episodes or characters. Basically, this story is my interpretation of the show, its episodes or characters. Forewarning, there will be descriptions of violence (sometimes graphic), adult content and language; if you have kids under 17 reading this story, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Either way, hope you enjoy it. This story takes place between Season 3-Episode 4: THE SAUNA TEST.]

(We open to a fogged-up mirror, a washcloth is wiped across to clear a reflection, and the man in the mirror is none other than Hawkins’ residential bad boy, Billy Hargrove, who just came out of the shower. NO ONE LIKE YOU by Scorpions drops in the background and it drops hard. Billy spends the intro guitar solo in the bathroom; blowing his nose, blow-drying his hair, cleaning out his ears, brushing his teeth and takes a quick shave. Then, he wraps a towel around his waist and strolls in his room. As he lights up a cigarette, the first verse starts up. He slips on a pair of boxers under his towel, drops a pair of denim jeans on his bed, followed by a navy short-sleeved dress-shirt. Satisfied with his choice of wardrobe, the towel flies off, then by the second verse, he slips on a pair of socks and a white tank top, which is odd since Billy doesn’t wear anything under his dress-shirts. Billy proceeds to don his jeans and dress-shirt, followed by his boots. As the chorus kicks in, he sprays his hair for a little extra volume. Then slaps cologne on his wrists, along his neckline and of course, below the belt. He grabs a black leather jacket, slips it on and takes one last look in the mirror, giving himself a confident look.)

BILLY: (whispers) Look out, Karen. Here comes trouble.

(As he tosses a smooch and a wink at himself, he opens the door to make his “date” with Karen Wheeler, Mike and Nancy’s mom. But, he’s met by his stepmother, Susan Mayfield-Hargrove, about to knock on his door. Third verse kick in.)

BILLY: (sigh) Susan.

SUSAN: I was gonna ask you what you wanted for dinner, but it looks like you got plans. Big date tonight?

BILLY: (clicks tongue with a wink) Bingo.

SUSAN: Um, is that a tank top under your shirt? This is a first.

(Billy passes by Susan as he makes for the front, hoping to God he isn’t stopped by his asshole father, Neil Hargrove.)

BILLY: Yeah, well, this one is special.

NEIL: Gee, I wonder how special.

(Billy is stopped by Neil’s stern voice. Billy’s smile slowly drops to a tense, tight lip as he looks to his left to see his father leaning on the frame that leads to the kitchen, drinking a can of beer with an equally stern look on his face.)

BILLY: More than you can ever understand, Dad.

NEIL: Oh, really? What’s this “special” date’s name?

(Neil asked that question to Billy with the intention that he knows exactly who the “lucky lady” is. Billy inhales deep, exhales as he looks to a concerned Susan, who’s afraid of another spat between Father and son. Billy turns back to his father.)

BILLY: Don’t wait up for me.

(Neil’s eyebrow starts to rise in agitation as Billy continues for the door.)

NEIL: HEY!

(Billy stops at the door.)

SUSAN: Neil, don’t.

NEIL: No, I wanna know the name of his “special” date, or else he can just forget about going altogether. WELL, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE, BILLY?!

(Billy turns to his dad with a hint of anger.)

BILLY: Why the fuck do you care, huh?

(Both Neil’s eyebrows are raised high at Billy’s snap by the second chorus.)

She’s just another whore in Hawkins to you, anyway.

(Billy opens door.)

RIGHT, NEIL!?!

(Billy slams the door shut, which by now infuriates Neil.)

NEIL: Son of a BITCH!!!

(Neil storms out after his “ungrateful” son. Susan tries to stop him, but to no avail.

SUSAN: Neil, just let it go. NEIL!!

(Billy storms into his blue Camaro, with Neil in hot pursuit.)

NEIL: BILLY! YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF THAT CAR!!

(Billy starts the engine, but Neil jumps in front of the car.)

YOU SHUT THAT OFF AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW, BILLY HARGROVE, OR YOU’RE FUCKING GROUNDED! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?!

(As the first half of the main guitar solo starts, Billy stares at his dad, then turns to a scared Susan, then turns right back to Neil.)

BILLY, I’D THINK THIS THROUGH, IF I WERE YOU!

(Billy went to a timid look to a stern, angry look as he revs the engine hard on the second half of the guitar solo.)

Oh, don’t you even think about it, you little shit.

SUSAN: Neil, please get out of the road!

(Neil keeps his eyes fixed on Billy, while he points a finger at Susan.)

NEIL: Relax, Susan, he’s bluffing. He’s not gonna do shit. Are ya, you son of a…

(Neil leans forward.)

…whore.

(By the end of the solo, Billy flares his nostrils in a rage, drops into DRIVE, and peels out, spooking Neil out of the way.)

JESUS!!!

(Billy’s Camaro zooms out of Cherry Road, with Neil throwing his beer down the street at Billy’s direction, screaming with rage.)

THAT’S IT!!!! YOU’RE GROUNDED!!! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU FUCK!!!! YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL FUCKING LIFE!!!!

(Susan runs after him, trying to quiet him down.)

SUSAN: Jesus, Neil. You’ll wake up the whole damn neighborhood. What if they call the police?

NEIL: The police, Susan, Jesus. Who in this neighborhood, let alone this whole fucking town has the balls to call the police on me? Huh?

(Neil storms back into the house, pissed to infinity. All the while, Susan becomes more frightened what’s about to come.)

Pick up my fucking beer off the street while you’re out there.

(PRESENT DAY. Mike, Lucas, Will, El and Max stroll up in their bikes to the Hawkins Community Pool staking out for Billy. All of them, especially Max fear that he may be chosen by the reawakened Mind Flayer.)

MIKE: OK, so where is he?

MAX: He’s usually in by noon.

LUCAS: Well, it’s 5 minutes to noon. He should be up and running for work soon.

MAX: Oh, shit.

WILL: What, do you see him?

MAX: No, somebody much worse than Billy.

(They see a tan Ford pickup truck roaring into the pool parking lot. Max is horrified, for she knows exactly who it is.)

It’s my fucking step-dad, Neil.

LUCAS: Oh, that’s just perfect.

EL: Is it… bad?

(Max looks to El with concern.)

LUCAS: Let’s put it to you this way, El. You know what a mouth-breather is, right?

(El nods in affirmation.)

Well, from what Max told us, he’s a Class A mouth-breather. Believe me, I know, I’ve seen it first hand. Not to mention, he’s also a racist and a homophobe straight outta Vietnam.

MIKE: Long story, El, he’s a sadistic piece of shit.

EL: Piece of shit?

WILL: He makes MY dad look like a cream puff. I mean, coming from a divorced background myself, don’t get me wrong, I can’t help but feel sorry for him.

(The Party look awkwardly at Will.)

Billy, I mean. I’ve literally been where he is, if the Mind Flayer’s turned him, I mean.

(The Party look back to the pickup.)

MAX: (heavy sigh) I’m more concerned what Neil’s gonna do.

(Max looks through the binoculars, and she sees that he’s drinking from a flask, which does not bode well for Max.)

And worse, looks like he’s drinking. Guess it’s bad between him and Billy.

(We switch to inside the pickup, where Neil is formulating his plan, while downing Bourbon from his flask. Susan looks on to Neil, scared out of her mind.)

SUSAN: Neil, what exactly are we doing at the pool? I didn’t even bring my swimsuit.

NEIL: Isn’t it obvious, Susan? Billy’s behavior of late is fucking disturbing, more than most. His car isn’t in front of the house, where it’s supposed to be.

SUSAN: He’s stayed out late before.

NEIL: (takes a swig) Not like this.

(Susan looks at Neil with fear and concern.)

SUSAN: Hitting that kinda hard lately, have you?

NEIL: Don’t you worry about me, alright? It’s Billy that should be worried right now. Have you also noticed that Wheeler bitch isn’t with the rest of the Mom Squad?

SUSAN: So?

(Neil takes another swig, then gives an obvious look to Susan.)

(Scoffs) Oh my God. You’re not suggesting that Billy and Mrs. Wheeler were… are…

NEIL: It can’t be anymore obvious than that.

SUSAN: Neil, that’s ridiculous. There’s no proof of that.

NEIL: Please, I’ve been by the pool from time to time. The way he looks at her, the way SHE looks at him. They even talk to each other.

SUSAN: So they talk…

NEIL: FOR NEARLY 5 MINUTES, maybe more. Well this is gone far enough, I’m ending this right now.

(Neil prepares to exit the truck.)

SUSAN: Let’s go.

NEIL: No, you stay in the truck until I get back.

(Neil opens his truck door.)

SUSAN: Neil, I’m not letting you go out there alone, so you can make a scene.

NEIL: STAY IN THE TRUCK, SUSAN. I shouldn’t take long.

(Neil slams his truck door hard, takes another swig then make his way into the pool, while Susan looks on in fear. As he makes his way pass the entrance, the receptionist spots him sporting his flask in his back pocket and tries to take action.)

RECEPTIONIST: Excuse me, sir. You need to sign in if you want to enter the pool.

(Receptionist goes after him, then proceeds to put his right hand on Neil’s left shoulder.)

And another thing, there are no alcoholic containers of any kind allowed in the…

(Neil turns to the receptionist, swats his hand off his shoulder with the left hand, then lands a right cross decking him, knocking him to the ground with a bloody nose. Susan looks on with timidity.)

SUSAN: Ah, shit.

(Even the Mom Squad see this atrocity and fear the worst. While Susan gets out of the truck to tend to the busted-up receptionist, Neil spots the Mom Squad and saunders over with the intent of getting some answers.)

LIZ (BRUNETTE): Oh shit, Hargrove Rex is headin’ right for us.

MOM #2(BLONDIE): That’s never good. You don’t think he’s here about Billy, is he?

JILL(HEAVY): What are we gonna do?

LIZ: (picks up a COSMOPOLITAN magazine) Just act natural, ladies. It’s probably nothing.

JILL: Seriously?

LIZ: (through her teeth) Just… act… natural.

(Neil then approaches the Mom Squad.)

NEIL: Ladies.

BLONDIE: If you’re looking for your son, sir, he’s still in the bathroom, prepping for work.

NEIL: Billy’s the least of my worries right now. I couldn’t help but noticed one of your “crew” is MIA. Wheeler, is it? So, um, any of you… ladies… know where she is?

LIZ: Spa.

BLONDIE: Shopping.

JILL: Movie.

(Neil leans in between Blondie and Liz.)

NEIL: Well, which… one… is it?

(Jill starts hyperventilating, Neil turns to Jill, Liz prompting Jill not to say shit. Neil raises an eyebrow.)

JILL: (rapidly) LOOK, KAREN’S NOT HERE, OK! SHE CALLED US, SAYING SHE WASN’T FEELING LIKE A POOL DAY TODAY. SO SHE DECIDED TO SAY HOME!! (deep inhale and exhale)

NEIL: (Eyes on Jill) Thank you, ladies. Enjoy your day.

(Neil makes for the men’s room.)

LIZ: You just can’t keep your mouth shut for 5 minutes, you weak-ass fuck.

JILL: I’m sorry, girls. But that guy just scares the shit out of me.

BLONDIE: Honey, that man scares the shit out of pretty much the whole town.

LIZ: God save that boy.

(In the men’s room, a bench has a beach towel, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a ball cap with aviator sunglasses and a Zippo lighter. Billy is finishing applying SPF 50 on his body on account of the Mind Flayer inhabiting him. He then wraps a beach towel, and puts on a white long-sleeved shirt, then puts on his flip-flops. He grabs the bottle of SPF 50, and puts it in his locker. Suddenly, Neil slams the locker door shut, Billy doesn’t even flinch.)

NEIL: We need to talk.

(Billy doesn’t even acknowledge him, he makes his way to the sinks to wash his hands.)

Hey! Don’t you fuckin’ walk away from me, son.

(Billy looks to the mirror whilst washing his hands, he sees his father glaring at him, continuing to berate his son.)

Your behavior of late has been unacceptable. First, you try to run me down, which is surprising coming from you, and your car isn’t in front of the house. You either abandoned it or fucked it up. And another thing, this “special date” of yours couple nights ago, I think I know she is. Do you think for one second, that I’m stupid. I’ve been by the pool a couple times, I see the way you look at that Wheeler whore, and the way she looks at you. So what, all the teenage pussy is not enough for you, so you graduate to mommy pussy, is that it?

(Neil closes in to Billy’s right ear. Neil’s voice starts to distort.)

Or maybe, just maybe, you like her simply because she reminds of a certain somebody you lost as a child. Somebody that was TOO CHICKENSHIT TO COME AND RESCUE YOUR FAGGOT ASS…

(Neil lays his left hand on his right shoulder. Billy’s eyes widen, then grabs his hand, torques his arm, grabs his head and slams his head on the edge of the sink, breaking the sink in the process. Billy looks solemnly down to Neil on the floor, disoriented, head bleeding. Neil tries to crawl away, not believing what’s happening. Billy then grabs Neil’s left arm and steps on his head, preparing to kill him.)

(groaning) Billy, don’t do this. I’m your father, for fuck’s sakes!

(Billy looks at his busted up father with this blank, emotionless face.)

BILLY!!!!

(Billy viciously pulls on the arm while his foot is on the head, breaking Neil’s neck. Snap to black.)

(Echoing) Billy?

(Snap back to reality. Billy continues to stare at the mirror, while Neil tries to speak to him.)

Billy, you gonna fuckin’ answer me or not?

(Billy turns away from his father to grab his cap with his frames and lighter, then proceeds to make for the exit to get to work AKA keep up appearances. But Neil isn’t having it, he follows him with haste.)

Son of a bitch. Billy Hargrove, you fuckin’ answer me RIGHT NOW, OR…

(Billy suddenly turns toward him.)

BILLY: (roars) OR WHAT!?!

(Neil stops in surprise. Billy walks towards him with wide, crazy eyes.)

(low voice) What are gonna do, Neil?

(Billy and Neil are now face to face, toe to toe.)

What… are you going…. to do? What?

HEATHER: Is there a problem, gentlemen?

(Neil looks around Billy, and sees Heather in the same get-up with two large cherry Slurpees. Billy’s eyes go normal but still on Neil.)

BILLY: Cool as ice, Heather. My dad here was just leaving. Right, Neil?

NEIL: (quiet scoff) You’re wasting my time, anyway.

(Neil shoulder checks Billy before leaving, letting him know that it’s not over, like Billy cares at this point. Neil gives a slight glare at Heather as he walks out the door. Heather walks up to Billy, handing him his Slurpee.)

HEATHER: Shall we add him to the collective?

BILLY: No, we have enough. The end will come for him.

(Billy takes a sip from his Slurpee. We get a closeup on his “flayed” eyes.)

The end will come for them all.

(Neil storms out of the bathroom, and makes his way to the pool’s exit. At the receptionists’ office, Susan is tending to the receptionists’ broken nose.)

NEIL: Susan, let’s go. NOW!!!

RECEPTIONIST: (groaning) For the record, your husband’s a dick.

SUSAN: I know, I’m so sorry.

(Neil and Susan get into the truck, then proceed to exit the parking lot aggressively.)

LIZ: They’re leaving.

JILL: Not what?

BLONDIE: We need to warn Karen about what’s about to go down, all because you couldn’t shut up.

JILL: I said I was sorry. Jesus.

LIZ: There’s a phone in the office. Everybody follow me, and walk fast.

(Outside the pool, the Party observe on what’s going on.)

LUCAS: What the hell’s the Mom Squad doin’?

MIKE: I don’t know. When it comes to Moms, you never know.

MAX: Guys, shut up. Target in sight.

(The Party see Billy exiting the bathroom and mounting his post. Meanwhile, Neil driving like a bat out of Hell for the Wheeler residence.)

SUSAN: So, what happened?

NEIL: You mean, “what didn’t happened”? Time to do what I should’ve done at the beginning. End the problem at the source.

SUSAN: You’re not thinking of heading to the Wheelers?

NEIL: Goddamn right.

(Susan is now way frightened on what’s going to happen.)

SUSAN: Look, Neil. I know you’re going to object to this, but… maybe I should “take point” this time.

NEIL: (takes another swig out of his flask) Out of the question.

SUSAN: Look, Neil. You have enough booze in your system, just let me handle this. Cuz if you go in there, you’ll go tearing the place apart just to get your answers, causing a massive commotion, at that point somebody’s gonna call the cops. 10 minutes, that’s all I need, 10 minutes.

NEIL: 5. 5 minutes. After that…

(turns to Susan)

I do it my way.

(Meanwhile at the Wheeler residence on Maple Street, Nancy Wheeler and her mom, Karen just finished their heart-to-heart, wiping away their tears. But somehow, Nancy wasn’t quite finished.)

NANCY: Mom, if I ask you something, would you tell me the truth?

KAREN: (walks to the sink) Of course, honey.

NANCY: I came home from the first day of work a few nights ago, and I found your ring in the bathroom.

(Karen becomes alert.)

Something you want to talk to me about? Just us girls.

KAREN: Well, maybe I took it off to wash my hands, and probably forgot to put it back on.

NANCY: Mom, for as long as I can remember, you NEVER took your ring off.

KAREN: (turns to Nancy) Nancy, I don’t know your implying here…

NANCY: Mom, you gave me that talk for a reason, even put in an “I” in there like your just been through something. Plus, you wear makeup to the pool, which is odd, unless you…

(Just then, it dawned on Nancy, and turned to her mom.)

Oh, Mom. Don’t tell me you’ve been hitting on that California douchebag, Billy.

KAREN: Of course not.

(Nancy leers at her mom like she isn’t being honest.)

It’s been actually both ways, if I’m being honest.

NANCY: Oh, my God.

KAREN: What can I say, Nancy? He’s beautiful.

NANCY: OH, MY GOD.

KAREN: Look, Nancy, try to understand. Ever since he walked to my door looking for his step-sister last year…

(deep sigh)

…he looked like, something out of a dream, or right out of a romance novel. I thought to myself, “THANK GOD”.

NANCY: Yeah. Mike once told me he damn near beat Steve half to death because of Max “last year”.

KAREN: Oh, boys will be boys. You should know that by now.

(Nancy scoffs)

Did you know that he asked me out on a date a couple days ago.

NANCY: SHUT… UP!

KAREN: I know, right? Just caught me by surprise, and to be honest, I actually wanted him to.

NANCY: Well, you didn’t agree to it, did you?

(Before Karen could answer, the patriarch of the Wheeler family, Ted, strolls on in with younger daughter, Holly.)

TED: Hi, honey. Holly and I had an interesting time at the mall, the food court has this…

(Ted notices Nancy is home early.)

Oh, Nancy. You’re home early. Did I miss anything?

KAREN: Girl talk.

NANCY: I just got fired.

TED: Oh… well, just got to live and learn, I suppose.

(Both ladies give Ted a livid look.)

Come on, Holly. Let’s see what’s on TV.

(Karen and Nancy turn their attention back to each other.)

KAREN: Now do you see what I have to put up with, every single day?

(Unbeknownst to the ladies, Ted is quietly eavesdropping, while Holly is mesmerized by MY LITTLE PONY on the TV.)

You have no idea what it’s like, being married to same, boring person for the past 20 years. To not feel appreciated, to be stuck in a continuous rut.

(As Karen continued her lament, Nancy was reminded of the event of her life that occurred 2 years ago when she lost her best friend, Barbara Holland, all because she wanted to prove that she could make it with Steve Harrington.)

When Billy asked me out, I thought to myself that this is my chance. This one chance to be the woman I wanted to be, if only for one night. I wanted to scream “Yes, Billy. Take me, I’m yours”. But, just when I was about to walk out my door that night, I noticed Ted asleep on the recliner with Holly. And it just hits me,…

(voice breaking) I just couldn’t do it. Not without breaking your father’s heart, or Holly’s, or Mike’s, or yours.

(Just then, the doorbell rings.)

TED: I’ll get it.

KAREN: (clears throat) Thanks.

NANCY: Mom, I get it. You’re unhappy with your marriage, but still it’s no excuse to throw it all away for Billy, of all people.

KAREN: You’re telling me you wouldn’t do the same thing?

NANCY: I already did. Once. Back when I was with Steve.

(Karen instantly knew what Nancy meant.)

KAREN: Barb?

(Nancy nods, trying to hold back the tears of that fateful night.)

NANCY: (sniffs, voice breaking) To this day, I keep thinking to myself. If I wasn’t trying to be something I’m knew I wasn’t, if I had just left that party with her, she’d still be here, you know. I miss her so much, even now.

KAREN: Still, would you ever get with Billy if you had the chance?

NANCY: If I didn’t have my morals and/or Jonathan…

(Karen is waiting in anticipation.)

…probably, yeah. If you had, Dad would be blown away from his recliner, not to mention Mike would have a cow. But, I’m glad you didn’t go through with that date. Besides, I hear his dad’s a complete and utter psychopath.

SUSAN: You’re not wrong there.

(Karen and Nancy turn to the hallway to find Ted along with Susan.)

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