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unamused-boss · 3 months

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The Player and The Cheerleader

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader Reader

Summary: All Billy thinks cheerleading is that's it's just flips and splits. The view changes when he has a run in with a certain Hawkins High School cheerleader.

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Billy didn't care for anyone by any means. Either it be in Indiana or California. If he doesn't see you as someone worth his time then he didn't talk to you or give you the time of day. One of those groups in specific were cheerleaders. From his point of view they were only pretty girls to look at, that's pretty much how everyone treated the cheerleader at this point. Pretty things to look at.

The cheerleaders sometimes had to share the gym with the basketball team. Which did peeve some the guys on the team but as long as the cheerleaders were pretty they could handle it. But there was one odd ball on the cheer team, the captain. Always mouthing off the players when they got to close to the cheerleaders or a ball got to close to hitting one of them.

"Hey! Shit for brains!" A voice can be heard from then other side of the gym. "I thought the point of the game was to get the ball in the basket?!"

"Jeezu..." Tommy huffed. "Can you seriously be pissed about the same thing every time? It's just a ball." He answered to you. Clearly tired of your constant shouting at the basketball team when a ball would go the wrong way.

"And it's just balls between your legs, and they can just as easily deflate." You sassed back. To Billy, it was almost comical to watch. You with the tough guy act, puffing up your chest to a dude way taller than you with colorful pompoms in each hand on your hips.

"What a bitch..." Tommy huffed again.

"Oh get over it." Billy snapped. "What's captain pompoms gonna do?" He laughed at his own statement. Like said before he found the whole conversation comical-

WHAM!

A basketball went flying right into Billy Hargroves head. He snapped his head around to see the who had the nerve to hit him. His eyes met with captain pompoms. The two had a stare off. That's what it felt like for the rest of practice. The two practically eyeing each other the entire time.

After that stunt was over, after constant staring at one another, Billy had only one reaction in mind. A big one.

The next day followed. Billy knew where he could cut you off and corner you, in-between Mr. Johnson's chemistry class and Mrs. Shoffer's English literature class. It happened fast no one could react to it, actually you doubt anyone saw it happen. What you thought was just another normal day of school turned out to be more than that. A harsh hold took your arm, taking you away from the crowd into the more secluded part of the hall. Where you came face to face with a fuming Billy. His jaw was clenched and eyes held anger.

"What, you think you're real funny for the shit you pulled yesterday?" He interrogated. "Try it again see what fuckin happens..." His threats did not stop. Well his empty threats. As much as you are terrified of what he could do, you knew he'd never act on them. Your brave front was standing strong. Taking in every threat, comment, and remark he could throw at you. To get a reaction, if you were a guy you would have answered with your fists at his first remark. But you are not. You are you. You knew the exact thing that would make him even more angry.

" You are nothing but scuff on the gym floor, and that's all you will be."

Billy did not like that one bit. Who does this bitch think she is? His fist rose into the air, readying to strike. The force came down, you felt the air brush past your face, to only make contact with a metal locker. The sound ricocheted through the hall.

You open up your eyes. Now, again, staring at him. Anger was not held in his eyes anymore. If was fear and sadness, to you it was peculiar expression to see on his face. The actions that just happened finally caught up to you, you inhale deeply not knowing you stopped breathing. Everything caught up to you.

SLAP! Your hand came down, striking Billy Hargrove in the face. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not knowing that one had just been healed from another hand. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, agitated. "God, you fuckin creep." You make your way back to your class leaving Billy stunned. He didn't know what to do. He has never had someone react to him like that before. It intrigued him. He had an interest in you now.

After that encounter Billy made it his mission yo agitate you as much as possible. I mean, how else are you supposed to show someone you like them. From poking you with a pencil in class, purposefully missing the hoop so the ball bounces into your direction, anything at all just so you could look at him. He was succeeding and he was royally pissing you off. Until on fateful autumn day, everyone had gone home for the day. Except for the extracurriculars that took place after school. Two of those being basketball and cheer practice. Just as the practices were about to start, Billy took notice that you weren't with the cheer team. Which he thought was odd, but instead he chose to go smoke a cigarette before practice. He made his way to the small alley like way that was outside the gym that lead to the track field. And the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. there you stood cheer practice outfit and all with a lit cigarette hanging from your lip.

"I thought cheerleaders didn't smoke?" Billy joked to you, giving you his famous smirk.

"And I thought shit stayed in toilets, but I guess I was wrong since you're here." You said taking a huff of your cig.

"Damn, always ready with a comeback are you?" Billy said, lighting his cigarette.

"Why are you messing with me Hargrove?"

"Ouch, last name basis now sweets?"

"Shut up." You won't deny it, that dumb nickname that he started calling you grew on you. "Is this because of me smacking you?"

"No."

"Was it me hitting you with a basketball?"

"No." He said blankly again.

"Then what is it?"

Billy took a huff of his cigarette then looked you in your eyes. No hate or anger, something you can only describe as adoration.

"I find you interesting." Was his only answer.

"What?" you were confused by this answer. What was so interesting about you that made Billy intrigued. " Your like curious about me or something?"

"Exactly."

"You know curiosity killed the cat, Hargrove." You sassed.

"And satisfaction brought it back, and I am not satisfied yet so get used to me sweets." He said taking his cig a stomping it out onto the ground walking away.

You grumbled at his response, inhaling the last of your cigarette with blushing cheeks. Stomping out your cigarette then making your way into practice. 'Why does this asswipe make me blush'.

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Weeks of this teasing have gone by. Everyday Billy would find a new way to make you mad, blush, or embarrassed to get a reaction out of you. He claimed "It's because you so cute." Which made you blush even more. Gosh, you couldn't stand half of the guys at this school. Why was Billy the only one making you feel this way?

Truth be told, Billy had seen you around way before he had met you. How you walk down the hall with your head held high, looking away in disgust at the "popular" kids, over all not conforming to what a cheerleader is by Hawkins view point. You fought, yelled, got in people faces. Billy love all of it, it made him excited. Excited to talk to you and ask you questions, even ones you deem are stupid. All he wanted to do was to be around you. Damn, he loved it in a way.

Practice had ended for the day leading off into the weekend. A light rain pour had come down, everyone else had a ride to get them home. Everyone except you, well you did but he was running very late. Billy made his way outside to find you standing in the walk way waiting to be picked up. Cigarette hanging from your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked.

"Waiting." You simply put.

"Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride." You said. "But he's running late."

"What your boyfriend?" Billy said, the words had jealousy behind them.

"No." You sighed. "My brother you dipshit."

"oh..." He sighed. A silence fell between you two. Not uncomfortable, but nice enough for you two to be around each other. But Billy had something building in his stomach, a nervous feeling. He hated it. He needed to tell you something.

"Hey." He called to you, you turn your head to face him. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"What?" You were confused by what he just said.

"I said I'm sorry, did you not hear me?" Billy said, He turned his body to face you. "I said I'm sorry." You just stood there silent. Still taking in the fact he is saying sorry. "I'm sorry that I almost punched you into a locker. I realized I was acting like someone I didn't want to be, and you calling me on my shit. It made me look at you differently. I noticed more about you. How you always make sure the other cheerleaders are okay, how you genuinely care about the people you have around you, and you don't take any shit. And- shit I'm bad at this." He's now embarrassed by everything he just said. Heat rises to his cheeks and ears.

You step toward him, placing your hand on his arm. "I thought you were doing pretty well." You smiled, comforting him in a way. He just looked at you. You never smiled at him directly but now that your smile was intended for him. 'damn' He wants you to smile at him all the time.

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked straight out. You were shocked by his forwardness, but not entirely surprised.

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I?" He made it seem like you were speaking a different language. "Listen one date is all I ask, her if you still think I'm a piece of shit I'll stop everything that I'm doing."

Your smile grew even wider. "I would love to go on a date with you Billy."

"Dang, back on first name basis already? Looks like I'm getting a second date already." He joked to you, in turn caused you to laugh.

For the remainder of your time you and Billy talked till you had been picked up. You both talked about anything and everything. It was pure bliss, you loved every second of it. You both were abruptly interrupted by the honking of your brothers car.mYou said your goodbyes to make your way to the car. The smile that held your face did not drop. I didn't drop on Billy's either, when getting home Max found it incredibly disturbing to see her step brother so giddy.

That following night Billy arrived to your house to take you on your promised date. Which one date turned into another and another and another. Till it reached throughout the whole school that Billy Hargrove and the cheer captain were finally official. With many guys questioning Billy as to why he picked you out of everyone, to which he said if they insulted you again he had no problem with dealing with them himself. Girls just snuffed their noses up to you since you now made Billy officially off the market. Not like you cared, he's your boyfriend now and you have him all to yourself. So you could say everything did work out in the end. You and Billy have each other.

"So I guess we have Tommy to thank since he is the reason we met?" You joked.

"Hell no, I would have went after you even if you didn't hit me with that basket ball." He smirk.

"Jeez, you are something Billy." You smiled, leaning into him to seal your lips in a kiss. Yeah, nothing could beat this.

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creedslove · 7 months

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post-outbreak!Joel settled in Jackson with reader and Ellie and finally having time to workout his feelings for reader but still he has difficulty saying “I love you” even though he does and reader also knows he does so she doesn’t force him?👀

Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm not into post outbreak Joel very much but I loved this baby ❤️

Ways Joel says 'I love you' instead of using words:

• that old broken heart of his has faced so much pain he would rather rip it off and pretend he has never cared about anyone or anything in his life

• it worked well for quite a while, but not when he found himself a family in your and Ellie, when he realized he was back into his brother's life and able to lead a seemingly normal life in the middle of the apocalypse

• so he does what he thinks he's best at: he keeps the people he cares about safe

• that means Ellie, Tommy and above all, you

• he's terrified of failing you at that, he knows he would never be able to go through that pain once more; so he makes sure you are always safe no matter where, no matter what

• sometimes it could be a little annoying to be honest; you didn't want to seem ungrateful or anything, that man acted like a guard dog, which was so comforting and reassuring when you were out in the world, but safely tucked in Jackson? Maybe, and just maybe, horses weren't as bad as Joel made them seem to be and you could easily handle them without him having to be with you

• but you appreciated his company nonetheless; you knew it was one way he found to show his feelings

• Joel was an act of service man, which means he would do anything for you, he just takes his old contractor skills and use them in order to help you with improvements around the house, fixing anything you may need or doing it around the neighborhood in exchange for something else he could gift you later

• that man can't cook, but he does make a mean sandwich and he always makes sure to prepare one for you, because he knows you're always hungry after work

• despite being so... Well... Joel, he tries his best to let you in; he actually talks to you, he just doesn't grunt or mumble yes or no like when he's around anyone else and that already says a lot about how he feels

• but what I mean is that, he lets you in as best as he can. Is he an open book? Definitely not and you already know there are things about him you'll never find out and that's alright, you don't pry into it and he appreciates it. But there are parts of his life he likes to talk about, no matter if he shares a memory of his daughter's first birthday party with you, or he just tells you which were his favorite places to eat at the mall before the outbreak

• he expresses his feelings towards you in physical ways too: no matter if a part of him still has a fight or flight response to physical touch and he still gets tense when you place your hand on him unannounced only to remind himself that you are just showing your love through that touch

• there's the sex in which he not only takes his pleasure but he also pleasures you; it doesn't matter if he is being soft or rough, if it's playful or urgent, if it's a full session or a quickie in the stables, he loves to make you cum. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, his thighs, anything that does the job he is glad as long as you are enjoying as well

• he isn't a cuddling type of man; first the heartbreak with Sarah's mom and then the whole outbreak and what mankind became contributed to that; Joel simply isolated himself from human touch, telling himself he didn't care about it and it wasn't necessary

• but he only realized how much he'd really missed it when you offered it to him; and he tried fighting it off, thinking of it as weakness, but he had a low resistance to your touch, that was for sure

• hugging, holding, stroking, massaging, kissing, rubbing, snuggling were things Joel only tried with you, after being sure he would spend the rest of his days in complete loneliness

• and you never made of fun him or pointed out the fact that he once avoided it all that and now he craved it, he loved it and he initiated it too because it showed how much he needed you as well

• so he still had a problem saying all those three words, but he could only sleep if he had you all over him

• he just loved rubbing your back up and down, feeling the softness of your skin under his rough, calloused and bruised hands

• and he isn't afraid of placing your hand on his head, showing he would like some hair playing just like a puppy would ask for pets and you just melt at how relaxed he gets when you run your fingers through his hair

• it's just Joel letting his guard down around you

• he isn't great at PDA, but he will hold hands with you, or he will have his arm wrapped around your waist and he will pull you to dance with him at a party, he prefers dancing with you to some old record in his living room, but he isn't missing the opportunity of showing everyone else how much he loves you, even if he doesn't say it

• he plays you love songs in his guitar, singing along with the lyrics even if it makes him a little shy, but he does it because it makes your eyes light up and your cheeks turn pink

• he still has a hard time saying those words, he knows he needs to improve that, but at the same time, he knows that you know and while you aren't afraid to voice how much you love him, he isn't afraid of showing it

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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We're back with another soulmate AU cause I'm a sucker for them.

Steve had never known a time when the names of his soulmates weren't on his wrists. One platonic, one romantic. Some people were born with two romantic although rare, some born with two platonic, some with just one and some with none.

Steve couldn't wait to meet his soulmates, as a kid he told his mother that his soulmate was going to be the prettiest girl in the world and that his best friend would be the coolest guy ever.

He knew his parents weren't soulmates, his mother's soulmate had died when she was young and his father didn't have anything in his wrists. It didn't matter to Steve though, they weren't around much now that he was older.

He waited all through high school to meet his soulmates, Tommy and Carol had met each other in middle school and he wanted what they had. As the years went on, his parents grew distant, his world became more about popularity, he slowly forgot about his names. He went through girls with the hopes of filling the void inside of him.

It wasn't until one Nancy Wheeler didn't fall for his charms preferring to wait to meet her soulmate did it feel like a knock to the head. He found a friend in Nancy a friendship he didn't even regret once he was pulled in by proxy to a whole other world under their town. He held Nancy as she cried losing her platonic soulmate Barb and met her romantic soulmate Jonathan.

He felt more like himself now that he was hanging around friends that cared about each other rather than their images. He adopted a gaggle of children who also needed protecting from the monsters on their doorstep and started thinking about soulmates again.

Nancy helped him graduate, barely. He didn't want to leave Hawkins without the kids or Nancy and Jonathan and so he started working at Scoops Ahoy. Where he met his soulmate, finally. Robin Buckley was funny and loud and smart and beautiful. Steve didn't want to rush into anything in case he was wrong and by the time he had gotten up the courage to show her his tattoo there were Russians and blood, so much blood.

High on Russian drugs he confessed to her, told her about how she was everything he'd dreamt of in a soulmate when he was little. How she was funny and amazing and that he loved her. He hadn't expected Robin to start crying, words tumbling out how she's not what Steve wants, not what Steve deserves in a soulmate, that she can never love him the way he wants. That day Steve discovers who his platonic soulmate is. From that day they're inseperable.

Steve doesn't know how he went through life without Robin once she was in it. She got on great with all his friends, called him out on his bullshit, comforted him through nightmares and was always there for him. She taught him that it was ok to like boys and girls and that his romantic soulmate will love him despite his King Steve days because she loves him too.

After already having one soulmate in danger from the Upside Down he never dreamt that the first time he'd hear someone say his other soulmates name it would be attached with "murder". Slammed up against the walls of the boathouse, Steve didn't think he'd ever seen anyone as beautiful as Eddie.

"Soulmates huh?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Well, I know Dustin's one is definitely platonic, since he's a kid. Wonder what ours is?"

Steve wanted to tell him that he wanted everything with Eddie, but he knew his past, and knew that Eddie knew too. So he let himself hope, let himself laugh with Eddie, let himself be close. Nothing had been harder than leaving Eddie and Dustin there as distractions but he had a job to do.

As he'd held bloody bandages desperately to Eddie's wounds and begged him to stay awake, he wished he'd told Eddie everything he'd been thinking, how he was everything Steve had wanted and more.

"Please, Eddie! Stay awake, just hold on a little longer!"

"I think I figured us out, sweetheart."

And those were the last words Steve heard from his soulmate before Eddie had gone limp in his arms.

Steve held on hope for weeks beside Eddie's hospital bed. He had traced Eddie's name on his wrist over and over, memorising it. The tattoo had stayed dark and clear, Eddie was still there, he was still alive next to Steve.

Steve could've kissed Eddie as soon as he saw his eyes blink open but didn't want to injure him further.

"I figured us out too, Eds."

Little Steve had been right, his best friend was the coolest person he knew, and his soulmate was the most beautiful person he'd ever known.

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cowgurrrl · 6 months

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Getting Older

Author’s note: FUCK IT WE’RE TALKING ABOUT TOMMY’Y GRIEF

Summary: "I love my little brother so much. I wish I could take back the years I spent treating him like I didn't." aka Joel and Tommy Talk [1.5k]

Warnings: discussions of deployment/Army, mentions of Sarah and Tess, pregnancy, deceased parent, learning to love someone even when you can't recognize them anymore

The brothers had been avoiding the topic pretty much since Joel learned of Maria. They were close once. Of course, they were. Joel let Tommy live in his home, work with him, and help him raise his daughter once he came back from Afghanistan. When the nightmares got bad, Joel was there in his stoic, big brother way to ask about therapists and support groups for veterans. When Joel didn't have enough money to buy Sarah a bike for her birthday despite scraping together pennies and dimes for months, Tommy miraculously came up with it after a few rounds of Texas Hold' Em at the local bar. They were a team. Had been since their mom died.

But twenty years of a world ruled by fungus is enough to break any bond. The first few weeks in Jackson are rough. Not only are Joel and Ellie recovering from their journey, but Jackson offered up a whole new world of pain that Joel didn't even know existed. Kids Sarah's age running around without a care in the world. His baby brother suddenly no longer a baby anymore but a husband and a father-to-be. The little graveyard a little further away with lovingly etched headstones that make his stomach turn when he thinks about the river his little girl died next to. Couples walking the street hand-in-hand, and he knows Tess hated PDA, but maybe she would've made an exception. You don't realize how big a bed can be when it's suddenly empty for the first time in a decade. They struggle. All of them. There is no one in this little fucked up family that goes untouched by the hurt.

It takes a month before Joel invites Tommy and Maria over to their house for dinner. Joel does his best to make a niceish dinner and even buys freshly cut flowers from the market. Ellie teases him about it, and he teases her back, but deep down, he just wants everything to be okay again. Normal. Tommy and Maria arrive with a wave of polite smiles and offerings of help, which Joel refuses like any good host. He finishes dinner while Ellie tells her aunt and uncle about school and her new friends. It's quaint when they sit down at the table together. If you squint, you could almost believe this is how it's always been.

They shoot the shit and tell stories and enjoy the meal Joel lovingly made for them. Joel even asks about the pregnancy, which makes his insides clench like a vice grip, but he doesn't let it show. Maria gives surface details: how far along she is, how she's feeling, how the nursery's coming along. He's silently grateful they don't talk about names or clothes. He'd always saved Sarah's baby clothes in little boxes in the attic. "Just in case," he told himself. Whether it was in the event of a sibling for Sarah or a cousin, he never got to find out. Now he wonders what became of the boxes of pastel pinks and yellows somewhere in Austin.

When Maria yawns and announces she's tired, Tommy offers to take her home. She refuses and looks at Ellie. "I've got some more clothes for you back at the house. Wanna come look at them with me?" She asks. Ellie looks to Joel for permission or maybe reassurance that she's safe to go with Maria. He nods and picks up her empty plate. "You better get a move on." He urges, and just like that, they're out the door and talking like they've known each other forever. Joel and Tommy collect the dirty plates and wash them in the sink side by side, a tradition their mother instilled in them so young they can barely remember a time when they didn't do it. Tommy's the first one to break the silence.

"She's a good kid." He says, testing the waters, and Joel nods.

"Most of the time," Joel says, laughing to himself. "She's nothin' like Sarah." It's the first time they've talked about her. Really talked about her for a long time. Tommy freezes like he's trying to figure out what to say or do, but Joel continues. "They're both smart and funny and strong. I think they woulda even been friends. But Ellie…" he trails off. "Ellie's just different. A pain in the ass, sure, but different." He shrugs as he puts a cup face down to dry on the towel next to the sink. "And your little one'll be different, too."

"Joel-"

"I know you're gonna wanna compare them to Sarah 'cause that's what I did, but it don't work like that. Every kid's different. You just gotta figure out how. You gotta give 'em a chance to show you who they are." He continues. Tommy knows not to interrupt him when he gets on a soapbox like this. So, just like he did when they were kids, he stays quiet and follows his big brother's lead. "I'm happy for you. I really am, and not 'cause I'm forcin' it or anything. I always knew you were gonna be a good dad, and I know it now."

"But?" Tommy asks, and Joel shakes his head.

"No 'but.' I'm just thinkin'."

"'Bout what?"

"Your wife kinda scares me," Joel admits, making Tommy laugh. The sound is reminiscent of summer days spent roughhousing in the backyard or playing with little green Army men in the kitchen while their big chocolate lab, Arlo, lay on the cool tile nearby.

"Yeah, me too," Tommy says, and now it's Joel's turn for childhood giggling. When the laughter dies down, Joel turns and looks at his brother fully. If he looks past the beard and the long hair, he can almost see the eighteen-year-old he dropped off at boot camp all those years ago. It pushes on an ache in his heart, and maybe that's what prompts him to finally say what he's been dodging this whole time.

"I wish I was there," he mumbles. "Your wedding." The weight of the admission hits Tommy square in the shoulders, and he clears his throat.

"Me too."

"Was it… I mean, was it nice? Did you get all fancy or anythin'?" He asks, and Tommy chuckles.

"Yeah, it was nice. Borrowed a suit that was a little too big, and Maria wore a dress that was a little too old, and we got married down at the courthouse few years ago. I've got a few pictures if you wanna see 'em." Tommy smiles, and Joel does too, and for a second, they're not men beaten down by wars and death. They're two little boys with missing teeth and red popsicle staining their mouths.

"That's nice," Joel nods. "You deserve nice. I want you to have nice. Always did." The words drown out the dripping sink and the wind blowing through the trees and shaking leaves against the windowpanes. They land somewhere deep in Tommy's stomach, where he stored all emotion and grief down after that September night when he dragged Joel away from Sarah because he was being a "fuckin' idiot." They don't fully relieve him of what he feels is his share of the blame for how things happened, for what happened to Sarah, but they made it a little less heavy. Tommy didn't realize tears had sprung to his eyes until Joel sucked his teeth and pulled him into his chest like he did when Tommy scraped his knees, falling off his bike in second grade.

"I love you. I'm sorry I acted like I didn't for so long." Joel whispers, his own tears threatening his lash line, and Tommy tightly wraps his arms around his big brother.

"Love you too," Tommy says, removing a stone from the pile on Joel's shoulders. "Thanks for comin' back for me."

"I'll always come back for you. You're my brother."

Not a soldier. Not a hunter, a raider, or a smuggler. Not even a patrolman. A brother. It's been a long time since Thomas Miller has been allowed to only be a brother. He thinks he likes it. He thinks he can get used to it. He thinks there will never be a day after this one where he doesn't include brother in his list of titles because, for once, he's proud to be Joel's brother, and he will be until the day he dies.

When they were little, and they used to fight over stupid things like bikes and what music to play in the car, their mama would look at them in the rearview mirror and raise her eyebrows in the exact way Joel is prone to doing and shake her head. "Now you two better settle it 'fore I settle it for you," she'd scold. "Y'all are gonna have to learn to live with one another 'cause I'm not gonna have all this fightin' all the time. Y'all are brothers, and that's gotta count for something." Tommy thinks he can hear his mother's voice in his head as they cry together for the first time in decades. He thinks she'd be happy with the way they turned out. He thinks she'd be proud of them for coming back together in this way.

They're brothers, after all. That's gotta count for something.

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slasherparadise · 2 years

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Yo! So I have a request, it’s very self indulgent haha.

Y/n has a bad knee that flares up because of an old fighting wound and causes them to limp. They get angry at themselves when they trip, fall, stumble, anything like that. They feel weak and useless.

Could you add Jason, Michael, Thomas, Freddy, Yautja, Bubba, and Lester? I know it’s a lot, and if it’s too much I understand. <3

Fem S/O who has a bad knee

Jason Voorhees

The first time Jason noticed that you had a limp, he would feel bad, knowing how difficult having an injury or a disability can be.

If he seen you getting frustrated at yourself because of your injury, Jason would simply stop you from what you were currently doing and try to calm you down. He reminds you of how strong you are, and that he knows there's so many things that you want to do and get done, but there's plenty of time to do all of them and you don't have to rush or push yourself to the limits to do so.

He's not one to ever judge you for the things that you can or can't do, He's not going to laugh or belittle you. Jason just loves you so much y/n, he wants to help you and take care of you, but in doing so he may be overbearing at times. He's well aware that you can do things yourself, but why should you have to when he's there to help.

If he seen you trip of fall, of course he would rush over to make sure you're okay. He hates it when you beat yourself up about it, but he also understands where the frustration is coming from.

Michael Myers

Michael has his own battle wounds that flare up from time to time, so he gets it.

If he ever seen you getting angry at yourself, he would just let you get it out before he came to consult you about it. He's not so good at the whole comforting thing, and he admits that, but he does care for you. Even if it can be hard for him to show it at times.

Michael does judge you quite a bit, not because of your injury or disability, but because of how much you let it get to you. If he seen that you were really beating yourself up about it, he would try to comfort you in his own way even if he didn't think it would help much.

If he seen you trip or fall, he would wait and see if you could get back up on your own first, if not than he would come to get you. If you did manage to get back up on your own, he would just walk away, but that's just how he is.

Thomas Hewitt

Much like Jason, Thomas would feel bad, and he would take all the precautions to make sure that you didn't trip over anything. He wouldn't ever judge you because of it, he just wants to make sure that you'll be okay on your own while he's working.

If he did see you fall or trip over something, he would rush over to you to make sure you're okay and help you back up. He's not trying to embarrass you or make you feel bad, Tommy just loves you so much and he doesn't want to see you get hurt.

When he sees you getting frustrated, he tries to calm you down with the best of his ability. Usually, that's just by sitting down and talking to you about it and why you got so upset in the first place. If that didn't work, then he would just hold you for a while until you felt better.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba wouldn't really know what to do in this situation, and that in turn would make him feel useless.

If he seen you trip of fall, he would of course help you up and make sure you're okay, but he would try not to make a big fuss about it. Bubba wouldn't want to make you feel worse than he knows you already do. He sees the way you get angry and frustrated at yourself and he wishes there was more that he could do for you.

Much like Thomas, Bubba would try to comfort you, but he also understands if you need your space. He wouldn't want to keep you here if you'd just rather be by yourself for awhile.

Lester Sinclair

Much like Jason, Lester would make a fuss over you. He tries not to make you feel bad about it, but if you had a difficult time getting in and out of the pit, he'd probably just tell you to stay in the truck until he gets back.

If he seen you trip or fall, he would most likely blame himself, thinking he could've cleaned up the place better to prevent that.

When he sees you getting frustrated, he suggests that the two of you should take a break and cool down for a while, at least until you start feeling better. He'd want to talk to you about it but wouldn't push you to do so, only if you want to.

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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Ok so I woke up to Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing and my half asleep brain is now flooded with Thomas.

I’m kindly asking for how you think he acts when his s/o touches him so gently but every touch is full of love. (I just wanna hold his face and kiss him) 🥰

i am formally apologizing for how long this took. i wrote it out at some point and then lost all my progress and wanted to bang my head against a wall so i didn't touch it again for one million years. ANYWAY!

contents: fluff, size difference (because it's tommy we're talking about, thomas has trauma

REBLOGS > LIKES

thomas isn't used to being touched. at least not in a positive way. he was bullied as a kid, after all.

i feel like luda was the only one to be kind and gentle towards him, so if you're fem-presenting he'll probably warm up to you a little faster.

i imagine most of his childhood bullies were other boys, so if you're masc-presenting he'd probably flinch quite a bit whenever you go to touch him at first. he may be bigger than you, but he forgets in those moments that he could easily overpower you if you tried to hurt him. it'll take him awhile to unlearn that trauma response, but it'll be so worth it once he warms up to you.

he doesn't know how to respond. if you hug him, he'll just stand there and let it happen. you'll have to take his arms and wrap them around you. after maybe the third time of you doing this, he'll get the hint and start hugging you back.

if you touch his hair, he'll lean into the touch without realizing it and get disappointed once you pull your hand away. he'll look at you with those sad, confused puppy dog eyes until you put your hand back in his hair.

he blushes every. single. time. you touch him. i am not exaggerating. most of the time it's subtle and you won't be able to see it because of his mask, but if you're sweet enough, it'll spread until his whole face looks like cotton candy.

if you're patient enough, he'll start initiating touch too! he'll hold your face in one of his massive hands, being extra careful to be gentle with you.

thomas will treat you like you're made of porcelain. he knows he's strong, and you're so much smaller than him, so he'll try to be as feather-light as possible as if he'd break you if he used any pressure at all.

the first time you kiss his face, he's so taken aback that he gets up and walks away. he will hide in the basement for the rest of the day. he's gonna get so shy, he won't know what to do with himself. he might even avoid you for awhile.

eventually, i think luda would notice the weird energy and talk to him. once she figures out what happened, she's reprimanding him and telling him to apologize to you and to pick you some flowers and kiss you back god damn it!

#texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm 2003 #tcm 2006 #tcm the beginning #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt imagine #my writing

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mrs-steve-harrington · 10 months

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for the ask game! Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Post a snippet from a wip.

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Sort of a mix, maybe? Some of my fics, especially the ones where I need to make them longer (big bangs and the like), I do tend to outline and that involves some daydreaming in order to figure out when things need to happen. Others, I'll be thinking about nothing in particular and then I get hit with the first sentence of a fic and just start writing it. Then I'll have a wip or two that literally keep me tossing and turning all night because I keep imagining how the next line or scene or ending should go, but those are more dreams than daydreams. I get luckiest when other people (*cough*you*cough*) give me whole ideas and I don't really have to spend too long daydreaming because there's enough stuff there for me to work with and I can dive right in.

Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

I'm still SUPER surprised that so many people read Day Four: Green With Envy, back when it first posted. And it still shows up in my kudos email with surprising regularity. I don't know what draws people to it at all. I feel like the writing on it is really wooden. But I'm happy that people like it because I also love Steve being taken care of by the Hendersons!

Post a snippet from a wip.

From one of my too-many July Break Bingo wips!

Steve bends at the waist to sift through the stack of junk in the Byers' yard. Between the both of them, they've found a couple heaters already. They're stacked carefully out of the way of the rest of the mess, waiting for anything else they might find. Hard as he tries to keep his attention on what they're supposed to be doing, he can't help but repeatedly glance in Nancy's direction. The next thing he picks up to inspect slips out of his hands, crashing back into the pile with a startling crash. Nancy and Steve both jump in surprise. He doesn't know whether he dropped it due to nerves or the way his palms have begun to sweat, but heat rises up his neck all the same. Nancy's relieved laughter helps smother some of his initial embarrassment. She meets his eyes and they seem to glitter in the porch light. "Choose me instead." He doesn't know where the words come from. Or he does. They've been turning over and over again in his mind since Tommy first told him about Nancy skipping school with Jonathan. It's only gotten louder since finding them in the woods, seeing how they looked walking together. Watching how they work together; how comfortable Nancy seems with him when she's been anything but with Steve for longer than he wants to admit. So Steve knows where the words came from. But he never meant to say them out loud. Selfishly, it's not even that he doesn't want to make Nancy choose. He likes to think that he's a better person now than he'd been when they first started dating, but he hasn't changed that much. Of course he wants her to look at him, to choose him. Like she chose him last year when she came back to him a month after Will Byers went missing, but really mean it this time. Steve wants her to look at him, to choose him, to love him, and not regret it or resent him like she apparently has for the last year. The real reason he'd meant to hold those words inside until they stop hounding him is that he doesn't want to hear her answer. Doesn't want her to look up at him with pity— or worse— on her face and tell him, gently but no less painfully, that she can't. That Steve is the last person she would choose after spending the last year dealing with his bullshit.

#thanks for the ask!#asks #urisarang #fic writer asks #fic snippet #my writing

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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Both Phil and Tommy are really jolted by the sudden meet up and clearly weren't ready for it to happen right this instant. Tommy thinks up so many scenarios and so many reactions, and doesn't get any of them and it's clearly unnerving and uncomfortable.

The conversation is awkward and a confrontation of many things Tommy has been feeling and thinking about, but what I really love is the little descriptions you sprinkle in. Low burning coals, which he hadn't realised were hot, being my favourite in this section. A confrontation of feelings you didn't know affected you so much.

Phil makes an offer to either leave or extend a hand for whenever Tommy needed it, and Tommy puts it on hold. It's a start, if anything.

Wilbur takes care of Tommy and its a wonderful gesture, and Tommy completely leans into his clingy side even if he's less drunk than he'd let the narrative lead.

It's a really interesting chapter because it pulls together new strings between Tommy's new connections of friends but it also tugs on the old ones, leading him right back to Phil. A work in progress of a better future.

End of Ch5!

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if tommy wasn't a bit drunk during that conversation he definitely would've been overthinking things even more. it was kind of a blessing in disguise that he wasn't sober the first time he saw phil in 8 years lmao, kept him a bit more chill than he would've been otherwise

yes!! confrontation of feelings you didn't know affected you is the perfect way to describe that. i love using heat and flame imagery to describe different kinds of anger because there are so many ways you can get creative with it, so i'm really glad you enjoy that stuff

phil and tommy are at a very tense point, but like you said, it's a start.

tommy just wanted an excuse to hug wilbur :( they are getting there

i loved writing this one so i'm so glad you enjoyed! a lot of different dynamics at play here and a really major one for tommy's character as a whole

#ask #honey and tangerines #snowflake anon

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the-firebird69 · 28 days

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We heard it from the guys they said this guy topside is threatening to Grandma's as we speak because we're in the way and we took the job now they wanted out of it the whole time they did the roof fast. Didn't care about the permit and I hear Tommy f wants to pull him off the roof because we're going to stop him he wants to do that to him he has to have his hammer on when his tool belt and he doesn't have his ass wing and he.. okay it's a girl in the bridge and she stopped and moved over and almost stopped him and he's still shot her and left her in the tub and the guy was a killer and he shot at our friend here he's got a ship above us I didn't tell you I don't think I should have him do the job and he says he really doesn't think it's hernia would do very well that's a good point he's having trouble you have to lift the shingles up there they can do it differently but you're still messing with your groin I got to tell you this is hard as hell but it's a particular job and I do understand that so I'm going to probably talk to the roofer and see what they can do I have more roofs than maybe this roofer that a friend found can do it and really he says I don't want to do it except Saturday and now I don't want to be flying through the air because of the nutcase thinking that a hammer and one little metal clip can hold me safely and he's saying all such other s*** but we got to get this guy out of here I'm going to file a report now I do appreciate you thinking you could tell me but the thoughts are welcome and that is some crazy crap but this guy is nuts and he's trying to grab his bike and he keeps thinking it'll just rip out of his hands and this is awful he says of course it will so he's mad at BG because he has a second one and he says the grips will come right off and he's mad about that I'll tell you what this guy's a nutcase and says he's retarded and is his like cro-magnant too so I'm going to straighten it out and have other work and he can do inside work and it's not a big deal you can do a lot of stuff so

Stan

What we were hearing before is that he's going to pull out the job here at the sewer what we're hearing now is different and makes more sense he might have to do the nail gun thing he says no because you need a hammer up there too the hammer I have the head might come off. I agree it's very odd last time you were saying you can go to the head and try they can give it your best but we know the math and that's why it doesn't work on people and it hurts them and Stan sit his back hurt for days so people got real interested now they're going to be very interested in this and yes I suddenly see what you're saying he'd give it a second try and when you pull up with the belt the second time it's full of nails and that makes a difference but we're going to have to look to find missing roofers and right now

Ken

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tobi-smp · 2 years

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the fundamental problem with how other cc's talk about c!tommy, exile, and his relationship with c!dream as a whole is that Consistently it's either outright confirmed or can be inferred that they aren't making an Informed Decision about what they're doing. either because they're missing massive chunks of information necessary for understanding the severity of the situation or because they just haven't thought through the implications of what they're doing.

and this either creates a situation where the person making this decision doesn't know what to do with the implications they've created (like c!technoblade having to claim total ignorance about anything involving tommy or dream after he'd been directly tied up in it for an entire arc, where he'd actually been a shockingly emotionally intelligent character before this ignorance sunk in), Or they never catch on to this fact and it's just unceremoniously dropped (I already have an entire post talking about my problems with c!niki's arc has gone [Link]). neither of which is satisfying story telling Or consistent character writing.

jack's arc works as well as it does because he Knows exactly what he's doing. c!jack's view of tommy is absolutely skewed, but he's completely aware that dream hurt tommy, that he's Obsessed with tommy. and his relationship with tommy is More nuanced, More interesting, and More Consistent because of it. and in making this choice we sidestep the ugly implications of him holding a teenage abuse victim to a higher standard that their abuser (who's also a torturing, mass murdering, serial killer btw), because he Doesn't.

watching an abuse victim constantly get shit on by the people around him, have his abuse used against him, have his abuser sympathized with Over Him (as opposed to a character like sapnap, who loves dream and wants him to be safe but recognizes how much he hurt tommy), made to feel unsafe and isolated because he Can't trust that the people around him will believe him or care when he's hurt by his abuser again (when they're manipulated into hurting him By his abuser, which has already happened Multiple Times in the story), all after said abuser was Already Outed as violent to the rest of the server is Exhausting. it doesn't make a good story, it doesn't make a good experience, Especially if you relate to tommy's abuse in any way.

other cc's don't seem to realize how cruel they're writing their characters, so this cruelty doesn't get resolved. and when You understand those implications it just starts to get unwatchable, especially because it's never Resolved. it's either used as a Bit or used as a tool and thrown away, which is just Lazy Writing even beyond the emotional stakes of the narrative.

the fandom having an Extremely vocal section that refuses to acknowledge that abuse and revels in victim blaming that flairs up every time this happens doesn't help either.

I don't want the cc's to be forced to like c!tommy, I don't think it's automatically bad writing when someone playing a villain (or is just a part of a conflict) says something cruel. but I want the cc's to make Informed Choices about what they're saying, why they're saying it, how it'll come across to the audience, how it integrates into the rest of the narrative around these characters, and how it'll be Resolved. I want, you know, Storytelling To Happen instead of a tweet reassuring me that it was all just exaggeration

#dream smp #discourse #meta #tommyinnit #jack manifold #jack is truly the only man

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diaboliklvr · 2 years

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A Butler's Duty

A Hadaka Shitsuji fart fiction written by yours truly. Lol. Two odd fandoms to put together, I know, but I really went all out on this one, you guys. T_T It's my first story post here, but I really hope y'all like it!

Smuttiness/grossness ahead

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Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.

That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.

Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.

He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.

"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?", he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.

"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yur always givin' me a hard time!"

Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.

"Because your reputation for being an Addlepated clot-head precedes you..."

He deadpanned.

"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."

Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.

"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."

Sakuma's forehead ticked.

"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "

"Well- Yeah."

Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.

"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"

"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"

Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.

"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"

The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he didn't like wasting food and couldn't possibly be that mean.

"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?", Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"

"Indeed."

Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Though, ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.

Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.

Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.

He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.

"Master, it's time to wake up and greet the day", he spoke with saccharine susurration.

Maeda groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, and rubbing his temples. Sakuma barely giggled a breath, seeing Tomoaki struggle to rise.

"Breakfast is ready for you. It's...quite a spread."

Tomoaki's brown eyes blinked open, foggy and tired. His stomach growled, and the mention of food roused his mind.

"Morning Sakumaa-aa-aaa-"

He finished off the last part of his greeting with a yawn, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs.

"A spread, huh? I only remember asking for something small."

He glanced over at the food, eyes widening slightly. It really was quite a bit.

Sakuma sighed.

"Well Komine had other plans for you, it seems. I told him exactly what you wanted, Master."

The young adult waved it off, grabbing the food.

"Eh, whatever. Honestly, I don't mind. I'm hungrier than I thought I'd be."

Tomoaki almost drooled at the sight of all that delicious goodness. The fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, the rolled egg cut into fun sized bites, the white toast- oh so buttery and warm, and that crispy bacon piled up high. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a fantastical dream.

'It's still hard getting used to eating like a king every day. I'm not complaining though! I wanna pig out!'

Sakuma smiled warmly.

"As long as you're happy, Master, so am I."

The brunette picked up the fork, about ready to take a stab at those pancakes, when he felt a little sharp pain in his gut. Maeda clicked his tongue, leaning forward ever so slightly, and cutting a short but boisterous fart.

FfffFrrrRRttt

Tomoaki laughed a bit, finding the release a little funny. He was a guy, and an immature one at that. Toilet humor still got a rise out him. So what?!

He looked up at Sakuma who could only stare in shock, pink in the cheeks.

"M-Master!"

Tomoaki cocked a brow, taking a bite of pancake.

"What? It's just some morning thunder, you prude. Never heard a fart before?"

"W-well that's- It's just a bit...Undignified. Don't you think?"

He stuffed a piece of egg in his mouth, annoyance plastered on his face.

"You calling your master undignified?"

Sakuma's heart sank! What a blunder he'd made! Saying such a thing about his dear Master!

"N-no! Not at all! I'm terribly sorry."

He bowed, not wanting to upset him any further.

"A lowly servant such as myself has no right to comment on your..f-flatulence."

Maeda snorted.

"Damn right. You're dismissed for now, Sakuma. I'll find a suitable punishment for you later."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Sakuma looked like a kicked puppy, as he exited the room. He mentally scolded himself for his rudeness, awaiting a consequence for his actions. He went to go reflect in his own quarters for awhile.

Once the butler left, and Tomoaki was alone, he snickered to himself. Honestly, Sakuma was way too gullible for his age.

'Sure, he kinda pissed me off talking like that, but still, I just wanted to fuck with him a little. No matter how tiny the offense, I can discipline him as hard as I want~'

Half an hour passed, and the Master finished up his breakfast. He burped into his fist, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was a whole lot of food, but he cleared his plate fully.

He got dressed, still wracking his brain about what to do to Sakuma. Something that he'd yet to try, something cruel, filthy...His stomach gurgled, snapping him from his thoughts. But that gave him just the inspiration he needed, and a nasty idea creeped into his brain. He smirked, excited to try out his newest scheme.

He walked out into the hallway, seeing the muscular Todou lifting a table, while Arisato cleaned under it.

Todou smiled like a big dog, eager to greet his owner.

"Good morning, Master! Lovely day, huh?"

If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. The gentle giant always seemed to have a pep in his step.

"O-oh! Morning!"

Little Arisato paused his scrubbing for a moment, giving Maeda a teeny wave. He was far more important than any speck of dust after all.

"Hey, guys, can I ask a question real quick? Sorry to bother you."

Todou's eyes bugged out, and he practically dropped the large piece of furniture on his fellow butler.

"You could never bother us, Master! Please, ask away!"

"Mhm! We'd be happy to answer."

"Thanks, guys."

He smirked, putting a finger to his chin.

"What do you guys do when you have to rip ass? Is there some way you manage it?"

"H-huh?!"

Todou stood shocked, setting down the table when Arisato was finished.

Flustered, he tried his best to answer.

"U-Uh- I guess...um- When I need to f-fart, I usually walk outside. If I can't though, I'll do it out a window.. It filters the..er..smell outside."

He scratched his neck, embarrassed, honest to a fault.

"Hm. Gotcha. Arisato?"

"I-Is this an important question, Master? It's a little embarrassing."

Tomoaki scoffed.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be asking. I thought you said you'd be happy to answer."

"S-sorry! My bad!"

The little thing squirmed where he sat, thinking for a moment.

"I, well, I mean- I try not to..If possible- But if I have to, I guess I usually go to my room and do it there."

His face burned crimson, and he looked up at Todou, who looked just as embarrassed as him.

"I gotcha. I gotcha."

Tomoaki made a 'hmm' noise, comically tapping his finger to his cheek. He found this quite fun.

"Interesting answers. As your master, I now forbid you from doing any of that."

"What?!", the two guffawed in unison."

"Master! T-that's!- What do you expect us to do?...If I might ask?", Todou quizzed, rubbing his arm.

"Y-yeah! What's gonna happen then?"

Tomoaki only laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

"For now, you hold them in until I tell you otherwise. Make sure Ichinose and Komine know too. Got that? I need to go have a word with Mister Mizoguchi. None of your asses better be making a peep til I give you the direct order."

This was the strangest order the two had ever received, but stupidly, they complied. It wasn't like they had to, since he wouldn't be around to hear, but Tomoaki knew they'd listen. All five of them were wrapped around his finger.

"Y-Yessir! We'll tell them!"

"Mhm!"

Tomoaki walked off to speak to the oldest member of the house.

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"Ho ho ho...", Mizoguchi laughed, smiling.

"My, what a fascinating idea, young master. You have quite the mind."

The old man never batted an eye at Tomoaki's awful ideas. He was somewhat of an enabler, and would do anything he could to help.

"Heh! You really get me, Mizoguchi! I knew I could count on you to help! You think you can get that room all prepared by tonight?"

The elder nodded, eager to start.

"Why of course, Young Master. I bet I could finish it even sooner than that if I started immediately."

Maeda patted Mizoguchi's back, grinning.

"I'll let you hop to it then! You just call me when it's done."

"Of course, Young Master."

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"He wants us to do what?!", Komine shouted, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Tommy gets crazier and crazier every day. Nuttier than a barrel fulla squirrels."

"I'm positive he has his reasons. We can't doubt our Master!", Todou defended wholeheartedly.

"Well, yea, but- Our farts? Really?"

"Ichinose is...A little confused himself", the gardner spoke, blushing. Ichinose could only nervously play with the hem of his shirt.

"But..Todou's right....Master is..Master. And Master always knows what's best..."

"You're way too naive."

Komine pursed his lips.

"But I guess I'll go along with this. Not that I have much of a choice."

"We'll have to see where this goes."

_____

"It's perfect! Exactly how I pictured it!"

Tomoaki walked into the closet, staring at his master plan in wonderment. How did Mizoguchi get this done so fast?

"It's the highest honor to a butler knowing you're impressed, Young Master. I couldn't ask for anything more."

The old man bowed humbly.

"After you get Mister Sakuma, please meet me in my room."

"Will do!"

Tomoaki left in a hurry, eager to go get the head butler. He was finally putting his idea into motion, and couldn't wait to make a mess out of Sakuma. Nothing made him happier than seeing that perverted butler writhe in masochistic pleasure by his own hand- Well, his hand plus a few more~

He wrapped on the door, wearing a cheerful smile.

"Sa-ku-ma! Come on out, won't you?"

Sakuma opened the door, a frown on his pretty face.

"Master, I'm-"

He paused, feeling Tomoaki's hand place itself gently upon his head. He gingerly pat his hair with short strokes, making the older man perk up. He couldn't help but smile.

"O-oh."

"Chin up, Sakuma. I'm taking you somewhere nice."

He stopped the petting, motioning for Sakuma to follow him. Of course, he did right away, quick as could be. They walked the halls in silence for awhile, til Sakuma finally spoke up.

"Master, where are we going if I might inquire?"

"Somewhere to punish you of course. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"

Tomoaki made sure to keep his tone chipper, careful not to be too aggressive right away. He was usually like this, an easygoing, happy guy...but when it came to the butlers, something deep inside him seemed to take over.

"O-oh! Of course not! Whatever punishment you see fit, I'll take it in stride."

Maeda grinned cruelly.

"I didn't have a doubt about it."

One trip down a flight of stairs later, and finally, the two reached their destination: A secret cellar underneath the mansion, originally used for storing wine. It was a little cramped, but everything had been moved from it to make some extra wiggle room. There was a light inside, a few books, a bucket, and a comfortable chair to sit on.

"Here we are. Your quarters for the next few hours."

Sakuma looked a bit nervous, but nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He could survive in there for a while, no doubt.

A soccer ball sized hole had been cut in the ceiling, and Sakuma looked at it curiously.

"You'll be in here until I come get you, so stay put 'til then."

Tomoaki walked off, locking the door.

"I don't know how I do it. God, I'm good", he gloated, walking to Mizoguchi's room.

On the way, he peered into the kitchen, seeing a large pot of chili brewing over the stove. He smirked. It was just as he requested.

"Oh! Good to see ya, Tommy."

Komine nervously smiled, rubbing his belly. At his master's orders, he hadn't ripped a single toot in three hours, and it was getting hard to contain. This couldn't have been healthy.

"Er- The chili idea was really somethin'! Western food was a bold choice!"

Komine's heart sunk when Mizoguchi told him what Maeda had asked for for dinner. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Despite his carefree attitude, Komine picked up on things like this the easiest. He had seen the world more than any butler in the manor.

"I know, right? I was really craving it tonight, I guess~ I had it at an American diner once, and just couldn't get it out of my head. You made sure to put lots of beans, right? It's way more authentic that way, ya know!"

Komine scratched the back of his neck, a low whine escaping his bowels.

"Oh, you know it, Master."

Tomoaki fakely widened his eyes, snapping his fingers together.

"Oh yeah! Bet your stomach's reeeally killing you right about now. Good news, you can fart again. Sorry 'bout that."

He smirked, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of the storage closet down the hall.

"But you can only do it in that bright green chair in the storage closet.. Just installed it. You really can't miss it. Make sure to tell everyone, got it?"

"Err- Yea! Sure. Whatever ya say, Master."

Tomo sauntered out, proud of himself. Komine dropped what he was doing, running to tell everyone his newest order. It was a little suspicious, but everyone would be relieved no doubt.

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Tomoaki clicked through the security camera feeds on the monitor, each one serving a separate purpose. One showed Sakuma sitting inside his room, reading a book, and a few more cameras broadcasted different angles of the so called 'Fart Hole' Tomoaki designed.

To elaborate, the 'Fart Hole' was a wooden chair with a circle cut out in the middle. It was painted lime green, with a comfy cushion for seating on top. The chair sat in the corner of the unused storage closet with a suspicious hole covered up by mesh in the center of it. This was the only place the butlers were allowed to blow off steam for the rest of the night. They wouldn't dare disobey.

His face lit up, finding the arrangement absolutely perfect. He thanked Mizoguchi a few more times, before the old man left Tomoaki to his own devices. He was happy to build anything, and do anything for his master. Mizoguchi was the perfect servant indeed.

Tomoaki perked up, drumming on the table when he saw Komine enter the room.

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"I swear it- That man's really gotta few screws loose upstairs."

He blushed, looking back and forth, before plopping his tush down on the chair. Komine was a pretty naturally gassy guy (though he hid it well). He hardly needed any dinner to get his guts rolling, and by jove, the cook was on the verge of exploding.

"Gh- I'm 'bout to blow hard as an stuck cannon."

He pursed his lips, letting a low and slow toot rumble into the hole. Another ripper followed quick on it's tail, longer in length this time.

"Aw man! This is rough!"

Komine's eyes wandered down to the troubling hole, and he solemnly shook his head. He didn't even want to know what was happening here, and frankly, he wasn't trying to think about it too hard.

A mostly silent hisser burned out, making the poor man wince. It burned like lava; he didn't even want to imagine the smell.

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Sakuma on the other hand...Didn't have to.

Upon the first initial sniff, he had figured that some of the flooring was molding, but the fumes only got stronger as time passed by. He gagged, throwing a hand over his delicate nose. He closed his book shut, looking around the small space for the source of the smell.

A minute had gone by, and the air in the closet was practically toxic. He had figured out that the hole in the ceiling was definitely where the foulness was coming from...and Tomoaki had definitely put it there. What could his master possibly have in store for him?

"Heh. Smell good in there, Sakuma?"

"H-huh?! Master?"

Sakuma turned his head every which way, trying to find his master. It was only a speaker that was broadcasting his voice though.

"This is your punishment, but also a learning opportunity."

"M-Master, I don't-"

"All the butlers in this mansion are gonna be filling your room with farts tonight~ Komine's up first, and boy, is he packed full. You're in for an awfully fun time~"

Sakuma was dumbfounded. Komine was- How in the world? Why in the world?

"B-But Master- I...I just don't understand your reasoning for all this! What am I to learn?"

Tomoaki clicked his tongue.

"Use that big brain of yours. Really think hard."

The man blinked, scratching his head. He tried to ignore the smell, but it was so heavy in the air, like a dense smog. He wracked his enormous cerebral cortex for an answer. Sakuma firmly believed that Tomoaki couldn't be wrong, that he was merely missing some sort of bigger picture. In truth, Maeda was just looking to get off here, but it filled his heart with glee knowing Sakuma would defend his actions to the very end. Honestly, whatever reason the butler thought of was what he'd go with. Tomoaki found it pretty amusing.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is this to teach me- perhaps; that flatulence isn't something to fear? That even butlers just like me can do something so crude?"

How cute. Tomoaki couldn't help smirking.

"You aced it. Want a cookie?"

"Oh, no reward necessary, Sir-"

"Alright, you're on your own now~ Smell you later, Sakuma~"

"Wait- Master?!...Master?!"

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"Unngg- Sonova-"

Komine gripped his belly, crinkling up his uniform. Holding his farts in all day couldn't have possibly been any good for him whatsoever. He ripped another, a blast so loud and beefy that it rattled the box. He had made himself a quick egg salad sandwich for lunch that afternoon, and he was starting to regret that choice immensely.

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"Gah! Slithering salamander, that stings!"

He kicked up his leg, resting it on the wall. He needed some leverage, because things were getting awfully intense. This caused his ass to lift a bit, letting some of the gas in the box spill out into the relatively fresh air.

"Hrk- And it stinks too!", he complained, going green in the face, and covering up his nose.

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"Aaann- Noo- Ugghh-"

Sakuma groaned and protested, wanting nothing more than to Shawshank straight out of his makeshift prison with a spoon. The stench was utterly intense- And with Sakuma's perfect pedigree, he was at a disadvantage. Years of sampling exotic teas, and tasting wines had given him the sniffer of a devine God. He could pick up notes of jasmine in his Earl Grey, and hints of saffron in his soufflé...

He could also observe the fragrance of previously digested pickles and eggs that lingered in the air.

Komine's bowels weren't letting up, and Sakuma could smell every dirty detail in his functified fart cloud. This was debasing....filthy; Truly the lowest position a butler could be put in. How humiliating- To be huffing the gas of those post beneath him...

He felt a small twitch below

No. No way this could be happening. It was inconceivable. Sakuma refused to look down, refused to acknowledge it...but boy, was it there. That despicable itch, that burn... He didn't look, so it wasn't so. It couldn't be so.

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A final tumultuous toot blasted from his beguiling behind, funnelling straight into Sakuma's cell. Komine's farts were much like himself: pretty obnoxious. His gas was unrelenting, ear spilling, and made itself known to the world. He would have preferred it not to be so loud of course (or so rank), but 'twas his body. If bottled up, his gas would explode like a vinegar volcano.

"Haa...Aw man, how embarrassin'. Good thing Tommy wasn't there for that."

Komine stood up, dusting himself off. He paused, hiking up his leg to rip his final butt burp of the night.

"Whew, Back to dinner then."

He chuckled bashfully, and exited the room.

_____

As dinner was being served, Tomoaki served himself. A bottle of lotion half empty sat on his nightstand as he stroked away. This was almost as good as "Naughty Nurses Night Shift Nookie 3" (And that was a really good video!)

He ran a hand through his short hair, and ran the other through his short and curlys, fondling his member like no tomorrow. This was the life! He was making his own porno! A true artist- A master of the craft. He liked the ring of that one.

Sakuma was busy recovering from the onslaught, unable to get the scent from his nose. He slumped in his chair, rubbing his head. His master could be cruel, but he was certain this was necessary. This was training. His spirit would not be broken. His eyes peeked down, and to no surprise, his surprise was still there. How troubling indeed.

"Ha..What a stink- This will be quite the gruelling night."

Just as Tomoaki was ready to blow, his eyes darted to the camera. A certain blue haired tree hugger walked into view, squirming with every step. Had dinner already ended? He looked at the clock, and a whole half hour had passed. Ichinose must have been a quick eater.

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"Oohh no...That chili was...bad. Not good for Ichinose...His stomach."

The gardener placed a hand upon his belly, that gurgled beneath his fingertips. Ichinose closed the door up tight, wiggling his pants down slowly. He moved like molasses, slow like syrup. He had all the speed of a snail in a salt trap.

The man was no doubt a ditz, and his mind was always off somewhere high up in the clouds. He was innocent, and didn't have the sense to question his master. He was like that, a pure soul, heart full of trust.

His undies were the next to go, and with an air of gentleness, the gardener sat down. He glanced over at a pink begonia on the window sill, giving it a heavy hearted look.

"Ichinose is...sorry. Ngh!-"

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A small hiss, quiet as a tortoise escaped Ichinose's delicate hole. The fart wasn't particularly powerful, but it did feel awfully warm. He buried his face in his hands, taking a small whiff.

What the fart lacked in size, it made up for in sheer stench. God, it was vile. He had a naturally skunky, rotten vegetable type smell to his gas, and it could cause anyone to run for the hills. Luckily for Ichinose, he didn't fart like this too often. If his gas was normally so strong, it could have wilted his precious plants.

"Nngh. Stinky..."

He squinted his blue eyes, a soft fart puttering down below. He wiggled on the seat, trying to get himself comfy, but the pain in his belly was at an all time high. His light pink hole quivered with each release, making him gasp and sigh like a tender schoolgirl deflowered for the first time.

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Sakuma gasped and sputtered, eyes wetting with dew. He wasn't sad, but the nearly toxic winds were causing his sinuses to flare. He could make out the smell of beans from the chili, but also the ever present odor of spinach left out in the sun for a week. It was rotten to the core, straight from the depths of whoever was sitting up there. Sakuma honestly had no idea, since there was a black cloth obscuring his view. A rump was on the other end of the hole, but he hadn't a clue whom it belonged to.

"Hrk- It's so utterly!--"

He choked, another SBD raining down from above. A fetid fog, a sickening shower... Though the butler above had only been farting for about ten minutes, it had felt like an eternity for the entrapped Sakuma. He took note of the lack of sound, and surmised that was probably why they were so awful. He knew the all too embarrassing saying about silent ones...

His ears did pick up a low groan though. The voice was airy and delicate, and sounded pained. It was undoubtedly Ichinose, whom he had known longest of all the butlers. Sakuma's expression was soft, taking pity on his suffering friend even if he was in far more agony. His small, cold room was starting to feel a little...warmer (mostly because of the farts- But like..In a metaphorical sense)

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"Mmm! Haa! It- It hurts!!"

Ichinose's gentle eyes watered, as he gripped the sides of his seat. The gas was fiery hot, and burned his poor behind like white hot coal. He was going to be awfully sore after this.

"Ohhh..Ichinose is...So full- He's sorry!"

He stammered out an apology, though he didn't know to who. Perhaps it was to his poor flower friend who was currently wilting without any clean air to speak of.

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His final rip; lava incarnate, sent his head into a tizzy. The first toot of the night that actually made any real sound. It was good and damn long too. His tongue hung from his mouth after, and the poor boy began to pant. His asshole was seared like a charcoal grill.

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"I-Ichinose?! Are you in there, buddy?!"

A familiar voice...

He weakly turned his head to the door, calling out to his friend.

"Y-yes..Ichinose is..here."

"U-u-uh..Okay! Just urm- let me know when you're finished!"

The bodyguard's voice sounded strained and impatient. Ichinose hiked up his drawers a little quicker than before, opening up the door.

The lumbering lug stood squirming in place, trying his best to give a winning smile.

Todou was always so considerate of others, and contrary to his appearance, was one of the nicest people anyone could hope to know. He was good with kids, a little clumsy, and kinda dense...but his heart was ten sizes too big, and he was always there to lend a hand. The bumbling beefcake had his place as the mansion's sole protector. Guard dogs, bodyguards from a far off land, security cameras...Tomoaki insisted none of them were needed as long as Todou was around. He himself knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, but his strength was unmatched.

"Best of luck..."

Ichinose gave a bow, disappearing off to his treasured garden.

Todou swung the door open, stumbling to the box. He yanked off his pants and undies, planting his bottom firmly on the hole. He hadn't exactly understood the whole "no farting unless you do it in the box" rule, but he knew Tomoaki had some reason for it. He just figured he wasn't bright enough to understand what it was.

"T-This is the pits! You just couldn't stop yourself from getting thirds of that chili, could you, Todou?!", he whined, his toned tummy gurgling.

He blushed as a wet, meaty fart blew from his hole. Todou daintily fanned the area in front of his schnoz with his large hands. He squeezed his thighs together, and soiled the air once again.

"Mmnng- T-this is just too much!!"

His wind had a special, wettish quality to it that was unlike most. Perhaps it was all the protein and fiber he ate to stay fit, but his gas could be downright gnarly. He was delicate, and could hardly ever handle what he put out. The smell of his own farts made Todou queasy, and he got pretty embarrassed whenever one happened to slip. He didn't really blast ass more than your average Joe, and could only recall being especially gassy on days when he was trying to bulk up. Sure, his diet was super healthy, but all the meat and veggies he ate came at the cost of giving him some truly wicked butt bombs.

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He moaned in relief, doubling over on his box. The sudden release stretched his poor button out wide. The feeling of the biohazardous fumes spilling from his body was a little more pleasurable than he'd care to admit.

"O-ohh!! Ah--Geez~ I'm glad no one was around for that", he muttered, scratching his neck.

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Sakuma didn't even have the words for just how vile this all was. He didn't get a single break between Ichinose and Todou. (He knew these farts belonged to Todou because of just how loud the footsteps were above him. You'd have to be deaf to miss those enormous floor slappers stomping around).

He'd went from bad to worse, as the air around him became more and more tainted. There was nowhere for the stink to ventilate, and Todou's gas was in a league of it's own. You could bottle the stuff and use it to kill roaches.

The head butler was disgusted, and yet...so incredibly stiff. His breaths became shallow, and his face turned a sickly green. The more nauseous Sakuma felt, the more his nipples began to harden. What an incredibly odd butler he was. As each minute passed, the longing for his master only grew.

"It burns...Ngh-"

Erect, dizzy, shamed, and lonely; Sakuma felt his eyes roll back into his head. For the next couple minutes, he'd be knocked out cold.

_______

Things continued on for awhile, Todou would blast his nasty gas unwittingly onto the captive below him, and fill up the cellar with noisome fumes.

He had one last big stinker to go, and it just wouldn't budge. He clenched his teeth, and balled up his fists, finally acquiring the strength to push out the behemoth of a fart. It was drawn out, and went on for about ten seconds.

"G-Gaah!!"

He took a minute to catch his breath, and putting his trousers back on. He gave a curious whiff, recoiling from the smell. The odor was similar to a pack of ground beef that got tossed out in a dark, dank alley...and covered in mystery fungus.

"That's awful! Geez..I really need to watch what I eat."

He stood up, fanning his behind, totally flustered.

"Oh, I'm glad master wasn't there for that..I'd be ten times more embarrassed."

Todou quickly exited the room, making sure to swing the door a few times to aerate the room. He'd feel bad leaving the place a total stink bomb.

And not five minutes later, a shrill cry could be heard from down the hall, accompanied by frantic footsteps.

"Uuuwaaaaa!! Noooo!!"

Tomoaki knew who that was, plugging his ears while he watched the screen. What a grating voice...

"I-I can't! Master's gonna get mad at meeee!"

The cleaner barrelled into the room full force, red in the cheeks, and holding his ass with both hands. He stumbled on the door, nearly tripping; a little "ouchie!", spilling from his lips. He proceeded to clumsily sit on the chair, breathing a big sigh of relief.

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"Haa~ That was a close one!"

Arisato wiped his forehead, a few droplets of sweat flicking off the shiny surface.

He was relatively new to being a butler, but the eighteen year old was always trying his best. He was a total klutz, a chatterbox, and a general pest..but his uppers found him endearing. Sakuma scolded him often, but he always tried to never be too harsh. It wasn't as if he was faking his clumsiness to get attention or anything, so the head butler tried to go easy on the little squirt. His big eyes and adorability had gotten him far in life. Arisato was like... a little brother- or clingy puppy in a way.

A low gurgle escaped his bloated stomach, making him gasp loudly.

"Oh nooo..That's not good."

He slid his pants down to reveal his plump, pale cheeks. A rather large fart bubbled out, leaving him a sputtering mess. Despite his size, his gas was pretty booming. His signature scent wasn't as nostril burning as the others, but when Arisato cracked one off, it was hard to miss it. A couple more raunchy rippers rumbled out rapidly. On their own, the smell wasn't much, but combined, it filled the room below with a musty, fishy aroma. It was like a clamorous thunderstorm on a smelly tuna boat.

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"U-Uggh! Oh gosh- That's so gross! Oh, I don't even deserve to live!!"

The blondie dramatically protested and whined, cutting a couple more loose as he did. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tongue hung out. About five minutes passed, and finally his swollen gut began to flatten. He was now, undoubtedly out of gas.

"Waaa..So embarrassing."

Quickly, Arisato buckled back up, and scurried away, red as a beet with a sunburn.

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Tomoaki opened up the door of the tiny room, allowing some light from the hallway to shine in. Sakuma looked debased, dishevelled, and worn out. Of course, that wasn't all Tomoaki noticed. Sakuma also happened to be panting erotically, and stiff as a rock to boot. His dick stood fully erect in a tent, rubbing up against the fabric of his suit pants. He didn't lay a finger on it though. Nearly two hours of being full mast, and yet...he didn't touch his throbbing erection even once. A small wet spot stained the navy fabric. The once neat and tidy man looked so utterly pitiful.

Sakuma perked up, eagerly looking to the side. His eyes filled with an immense happiness seeing his master. He didn't have to be told, crawling over to Tomoaki and kneeling at his feet. Maeda, his divine, wonderful master had come to see him after his punishment. He was too exhausted to stand up fully, but just seeing Tomoaki's face made his heart swell with joy. His eyes looked up, begging silently for praise.

"Heh...Just look at you. Four hours of huffing farts, and you can still move. You're pretty damn resilient", he said, giving the older man a pat on the head. His little grin was like pure sugar to Sakuma, who responded aptly.

"Y-yes? You think so?", he tiredly asked, trying to wake himself up.

"Sorry, Master. I'm tickled pink to see you...but I feel quite tuckered at the moment."

He flashed an apologetic smile, not harboring any anger at Tomoaki whatsoever. He felt his punishment had merit and that he'd learned something, of course, but he was also extraordinarily gratified.

Maeda chuckled.

"Damn, you really know how to push my buttons, Sakuma. You know, I busted my load five times while I watched you squirm."

Sakuma burned bright red.

"Aa!- W-well that's quite the compliment."

"But fuck...I was getting kinda impatient. I wanna defile you with my own hands. Strip for me."

"But of course, Master", he said with a timid smile.

Sakuma tinged red, but he was already used to this. He complied, removing all the clothes off his body. He was smooth, devoid of hair, and oh so ghostly pale. His nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and his cock was good sized upright... No one knew this besides Tomoaki, but Sakuma was much more of a masochist then he let on. A perverted butler who got off to pain and humiliation at the hands of his master. The perfect, and most adorable plaything.

"What...are your orders, Master?", Sakuma asked, already panting softly. His hands lay neat at his sides, and he looked forward at Tomoaki with servile, submissive eyes.

"Just obey my every command~"

Out of his back pocket, Tomoaki pulled out a shiny white device, only moderately big.

He pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, making the long, smooth thing vibrate in his hands.

"Not to sound thick, Master, but.. what is that strange device?"

He was being genuine. The thirty year old was so sheltered, he didn't even know what sex toys were. Tomoaki almost laughed out loud.

"This goes inside you, Sakuma. It's a vibrator."

"A vibrator..."

He gulped, staring at the phallic object. Compared to his Master's, that thing was puny, but still, he was nervous. Sakuma still wasn't used to these things yet.

"Show me everything."

Sakuma complied willingly, lifting his tight, supple ass upwards with an air of sluttiness.

"Is-Is this alright, Master?", he softly cooed, practically begging for praise.

Tomoaki exhaled through his nose.

"Yeah. You look really fucking sexy right now."

He ran his hand along the arch of the butler's back, making him shiver under his fingers.

"T-Thank you."

He smiled, honored to hear such a thing from the man he served.

Tomoaki usually wasn't one for preparation, but he cut his losses, knowing he'd have a bloody mess to clean up if he didn't at least put a finger in first.

So he shoved his digit inside the waiting Sakuma, then two more, not caring about gentleness or anything like that. He wasn't the compassionate type, but the one being penetrated didn't mind.

"A-aah! Master! Nnggh!"

He yelped, then moaned, as Tomoaki diddled around inside him. His ass throbbed and pulsed around Maeda's fingers, making him bury his face in the floor. His erection was even more painful now that Tomoaki was teasing him so!

"S-Stop- Nn- Aaghh!"

"Sure~"

The sadist finally pulled out, a sticky trail dripping from his fingers.

Sakuma's hole looked nice plump, ready for something a bit thicker.

The man breathed heavily, absentmindedly swaying his rear end back and forth. So provocative. He really knew how to get his Master going.

"Haa..Haa..Master, I didn't.. Why- mm...Why did you stop?"

"Because sticking my fingers up a dude is fucking gross", he spat, wiping his ruined hand on his corduroys.

Sakuma looked up, dejected.

"I'm sorry for being born a man--"

"Nah, don't worry about it. You're plenty good enough."

He trailed a hand on his ass, giving it a good smack. He contradicted himself way too often, but that was Tomoaki for you. He was a confusing, childish, contrary man.

Sakuma yelped, making him grin.

"No women I know make filthy noises like you do, Sakuma."

"M-my goodness..."

Tomoaki cracked his knuckles, grabbing the vibe. He was ready to stick that sucker in, and he did it without missing a single beat.

"Aaaahgh!! Hngg!!"

Sakuma mindlessly mewled from the sensation of something so large forcing it's way into his small hole. The prepping helped, but still, he was only a butler, a virgin until Tomoaki came along. He gripped his tummy with one hand, worried he'd be able to feel it. It vibrated his insides, shaking his senses.

"M-Masterrr! I can't-!"

"Tch. Can't what? You better not push it out. I went through so much trouble to prepare you. Mine's bigger anyway."

"M-mm. Y-Yes. Much bigger, master. I-it's..warm...and fills me. T-this is hard and- and cold. Nothing like you."

Tomoaki smiled wickedly, slapping his tender ass again.

"You really know what to say to a guy, Sakuma."

He flicked off the device, giving the head butler a wee break from the intense waves of pleasure he was experiencing all at once.

In an instant, Tomoaki winced, feeling that twinge in his tummy once more. He'd been holding back since that morning from cutting the cheese, and it was starting to hurt like hell. What a fucking pain.

He quietly cursed, pulling Sakuma back up into a kneeling position.

"Since I made you feel so good just now, I deserve a reward. If your Master's in pain, you'll do anything to help him, right?"

"O-of course! The idea of you suffering breaks my heart, Master! Just say the word, and I'll do anything."

He ignored the throbbing pain in his hole, his fatigue; coming to his lords' aid with much haste. He was a perfect butler in this regard, more worried about his master than his own wellbeing.

"Glad to hear it."

Sakuma's loyalty made Tomoaki's heart feel full. He was at the top, the most important person to his the servile man. It inflated his already massive ego. He grinned, and pushed the naked man up against the wall with his bright pink sneaker.

"Guh!-"

"Stay right there, wouldja? Don't move a muscle. I need to you to take this for me. It's your punishment."

Tomoaki whipped around, shoving his jean clad ass in the butler's face.

Sakuma went tomato red, eyes widening.

"Mff?!"

"Ah, shit- Fuck, that hurts."

He bit his lip, ripping a gnarly fart in Sakuma's face. A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, grinding himself up and down.

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"U-unngg!? Haaa?! Mmff!", Sakuma cried out, eyes watering from the smell. His nose was pressed right against Maeda's pants, and the stink had nowhere to go except his nasal cavity. He felt dizzy; the putrid, eggish odor flowing up his nostrils, making his lungs scream in absolute agony. This was brand new from what he had experienced before. He had smelled plenty of farts that night, but none had been ripped right in his face. That honor was reserved for his master.

Again, a low raspy fart bubbled out of him, and gas made a devilish popping sound against his nose. The scent hung around him in a miasma thick as butter, cleaning to Tomo's pants. The fart was fiery hot in every sense of the word. It burned coming out, and it burned going into Sakuma's sensitive sniffer.

"N-no! Nng-"

Another toot came fast and steady. Without thinking, Sakuma's head bucked to the side, turning away from the sheer force of the rip.

"You put your head right back where it was, Sakuma. That's an order", Tomoaki threatened lowly.

"Mm- I'm t-truly sorry master- Hrk! It's just!-"

"Gross? Is that it??", Tomoaki hissed.

"N-No!! That's not!-"

"If you wanna quit, just say the word, Sakuma!!"

He didn't like defiance one bit, and if Sakuma thought, he, his godly master was gross, then Tomoaki had the right mind to choke him to death. What was the point of a butler who didn't appreciate and love everything his master gave him? That would be a useless butler, total garbage unfit to serve anyone....

His face darkened, and he whipped around. His mind was already set in stone stubbornly. Sakuma found him repulsive...He felt his hands ball, mindlessly raising them to bring his wrath down on the poor butler.

Sakuma's eyes widened, and he was snapped from his trance. Tomoaki's farts were powerful enough to totally paralyze him. He held up his hands, and squeezed his peepers shut.

"I-I just really!- Love them too much!!"

His words were clear as he shouted, louder than he had ever been before. This was the most outspoken the meek man had ever been. He didn't falter. His voice was full of truth, without an ounce of uncertainty. Sakuma was a bad liar, and this..It was certainly no lie.

Tomoaki lowered his fists ever so slowly.

"Haah??"

"I said...I-I love them. Master, I-I could never find you gross. I apologize for coming across that way. Anything you give to me, I was born to love it, to cherish it."

Sakuma buried his flustered face in the palms of his hands. He tried to convey his feelings properly, even if he was rambling a tad.

"They are certainly intense, but as your head butler, they're nothing I can't handle. I simply--hurt so much...down there.."

Relief washed over Tomoaki, and he let out a laugh. Yeah. That's right. He was being silly. Sakuma was a devout servant who could never think badly of him. It wasn't like he was self conscious or anything like that...Probably..but the lord of the estate needed to be reminded of Sakuma's loyalty every so often, or else something deep down would start to eat at him.

He smirked, using his shoe to massage the bulge.

"You love my farts that much, huh? Alright. You're gonna cum from them."

Maeda pushed Sakuma's surprised face up against the wall with his rear end. Yet again, a ripe fart rumbled out, filling the surrounding area up with his musky scent. Sakuma cried out in pure ecstasy, rubbing his nose up and down the crack of his ass. He looked filthy, like a dirty dog in heat. He'd been conditioned that night, and was now craving that sweet, sweet release more than he ever had before.

This was a new kind of torment, a disgusting torture thought up by the most depraved mind around.

Another burst of stink travelled up Sakuma's nostrils, as Tomoaki unzipped and whipped out his pecker once again. The man recognized the noise, even with his eyes obscured by ass. He wanted to taste it on his tongue, to smell the manly pheromones that wafted off it...But he was more than satisfied with the back end tonight.

Tomoaki fapped, and let out one more, triumphant, glorious fart. It was loud and proud, long and strong, and had an earthy, moldy cheese scent. The butler relished in it, letting the fumes go to his head.

They both came in lovely strands of ivory, making beautiful music together. The sounds of choral moans, cascading fluids, and a booming tuba toot was definitely an odd tune, but for the pair, it was welcome.

Sakuma collapsed in bliss, mumbling one last thank you to his gracious master.

Tomoaki bit his lip, turned around, and pumped his schlong once more. One last spurt of baby gravy splattered across the glasses of his unconscious servant.

"Heh...Well that was a lot of fucking fun."

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Sakuma sat at the dinner table with his fellow butlers, eating a graceful meal of short rib and risotto.

"Give me your thoughts on the sauce guys. I worked up a real sweat makin' it, and I'm planning to serve it for Tom- Er..Master tomorrow!", Komine corrected himself, beaming.

The head butler gave the hick a sideye, dabbing a napkin on his soft supple lips.

"It's passable- But this meat is far too raw for our Master. You may like it cooked this way, but you must take his tastes into account when you prepare him food."

"Heh. Ya got me there, Sakuma. You think about all that stuff way more than me."

"Sakuma knows Master better than any of us! He's so cool!", Todou complimented with childish wonderment, eyes sparkling.

"M-Me?!--I hardly deserve such praise!"

Sakuma cleared his throat, feeling pretty happy from the comment.

"Oh Komine, this rice is so so so good!"

Arisato shoved a spoonful down his gullet, moaning happily as he tasted it. Their Kansai chef really had a knack for preparing food.

"Oh yeah?? Ya think so?"

Chatter continued at the dinner table for awhile as the staff all shared their meal. They didn't eat together all the time, but when they did, it was awfully special.

Sakuma paused, blushing when he smelled something familiar among the scents of their meal.

"My stars! Ichinose! Don't you know how rude it is to break wind at the table?"

The quiet man flinched, lowering his head a tad.

"Ichinose is...sorry, Sakuma...He couldn't hold it in."

He coyly pointed to himself.

"But...how did you know..it was me?"

Sakuma pulled at his shirt collar.

"Uh...lucky guess."

#farting #hadaka shitsuji #eprocto #eproctophilia #gassy guy

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watching tommy's exile meeting vod from december 2nd, will update with things i find interesting as i watch

"if the roles were reversed, i wouldn't even think about exiling you" - tommy. haha foreshadowing for the actual exile haha

tommy: you have bees.

tubbo: i do have bees!

tommy: if they all died, that'd be fuckin...

tubbo: that'd be awful. probably all of humanity would die with them.

...

"i am addressing the elephant in the room, which is me. although i am not the size of an elephant. in height i am! not in weight. if i was the size of an elephant though -" *laughs* "if i was stretchy, this world would be real different right now." what goes on in tommyinnit's mind.

tommy preemptively preparing everyone for him to fuck up the meeting and no one listening... tommy knowing he was going to ruin it for himself and knowing he'd somehow let tubbo down.... fuuuuuck

tubbo: minutes man, we summon you!

ranboo, materializing in the seat next to tubbo with a book and quill in hand: hey

tommy: what the FUCK,

we all talk about wilbur's acting with his facecam, but tommy does it a lot too. the way he rolls his eyes and shakes his eyes with a confident smirk every time dream speaks, the way he looks shocked when things go wrong. goddamn

jack manifold watching the whole meeting, listening the whole time, just following them around with very little input. hmmmm

he was taunting him. the fucker knew

tubbo desperately wanted a way out for tommy. he wanted to give him probation to escape whatever dream had planned. he never ever wanted to do what he had to do.

dream: "tommy, let the adults speak." hmm, sounds familiar... almost like a line techno would repeat almost exactly a month later, when talking with dream about the favour.

he was taunting him the whole meeting. trying to provoke tommy into snapping.

"this isn't some "insanity arc," i'm not following down wilbur's path!" ouch ok tommy

the way tubbo's voice flattened in tone when he said "you're speaking out of line." he knew tommy had fucked it from the moment he brought out spirit.

god, the second it seemed tommy knew what he was doing, fundy and quackity were on his side. tubbo was the only one who remained serious the whole time, knowing dream had something up his sleeve.

everyone turning on tubbo the second it seemed like they were winning because he was the only one to realize something was wrong. fuck, man

"i don't give a FUCK about spirit." holy shit way to pop off with the voice acting???

the fact that c!tommy genuinely can't imagine being unable to care about things because himself and c!dream are such polar opposites when it comes to attachment. tommy loves with ALL his heart, he cares so deeply and so warmly and so fiercely. dream cares for nothing unless it gives him an edge, an advantage. that's why tommy was certain that holding spirit's remains over dream would help them win. he couldn't picture being unable to care about anything.

"l'manberg can be independent, but l'manberg can't be free." *dream leaves the call.* DANGGGG

tubbo, very softly and calmly: "tommy. you had one job." hoooly shit

the way tubbo snapped at quackity and fundy and began to argue with them while tommy zoned out and stared at dream as he began to extend the walls upwards in disbelief. god

"you couldn't do one thing for me! you couldn't do one! you couldn't do one thing, and it was for your own good! so yeah, if the roles were reversed, you probably wouldn't have exiled me - because i would have actually listened! i would have had a couple ounces of respect! ... you've messed this up for no one but yourself." *pause* "you're selfish." c!tubbo.... :stress:

RANBOO STANDING UP FOR TOMMY???? RANBOO SPINE ARC??????

"tubbo, you said that tommy was selfish. that he doesn't care about anyone else. that's not true. i robbed george's house too. i did it with him. but in court, he said that it was just him. he could have pinned the blame on me, he could have said it was me, there was evidence it was me - but he didn't. he's not selfish. he can't be selfish. me and tommy robbed george's house. we didn't mean for it to burn. we didn't want to burn anything down." HOLY FUCK WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS SCENE BEFORE

tommy: tubbo, you can't become what you hate. you can't become the next schlatt. if you exile me, you're following in that man's footsteps.

tubbo: .. ok. well, if i can't be the next schlatt, you can't be the next wilbur.

ouch

tommy: the only thing dream wants is the one thing i care about. *realizes, glances at ranboo* well, not the one thing.

tubbo, deadpan: mhm. the one thing you care about.

literal chills from tubbo's voice acting what the FUCK

"what do YOUUU think, connoreatspants?" ok now we're onto the lighter stuff thank god hakshsksjk

fundy: so if eventually the people choose not to exile tommy... what happens to l'manberg?

tubbo, about to come up with a serious answer: i guess -

tommy: it gets fucking simpsons movie'd, bro, we get boxed in

tubbo, immediately breaking character: I LOVE THAT MOVIE

tommy: this guy's a wrongun, ranboo.

techno, literally just vibing: •_•

tommy explaining server history to ranboo? telling ranboo that techno was at fault for the crater of l'manberg? wuh oh

"wilbur died in action, so he didn't live long enough to face the consequences." o h

tommy taking ranboo to the bench to watch the moon go down, not turning to see the sunrise like usual. hey i could make symbolism out of this

TOMMY THANKING RANBOO FOR STICKING UP FOR HIM.... ALLIUMDUO REAL

c!tommy has nightmares about wilbur, huh. interesting interesting interesting interesting

"i knew that if tubbo was president... it would pull us apart, ranboo." IMAGE OF A CAT CRYING HERE

ranboo and connor's first meeting being tommy getting ranboo to help him evict connor from his house hsksbskdjsk

connor: "never trust a british man. that's what my parents taught me, in the 1800s." IMMORTAL CONNOR HAS ALWAYS BEEN REAL WE WERE ALL SO BLIND

LITTLE PENIS LAND

FJDKDHDK JACK APPEARING TO ADVERTISE MANIFOLD LAND

"hey jack you've actually just been exiled from this land here" "no" I FORGOT HOW FUNNY THESE TWO WERE

monkaS

tommy: i've never seen dream that angry.

ranboo: well, this is the first time i've actually ever heard him speak

tommy: oh

OH MY GOD WAS THIS THE DAY THAT TUBBO MADE THE JOKE ABOUT C!WILBUR BEING DEAD TO FUNDY AND HE ENDED STREAM AND LEFT BAHAHAHA

"this is a very wide taco stand" i love dream smp lore

"i don't wanna go. there is no wilbur anymore. i'm on my own. i don't want to be on my own." OK NEVERMIND GO BACK TO THE TACO STAND LORE

wow ok that really was just IT, huh. what the hell man that was heartbreaking

in conclusion. ouch

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #THIS TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE SO IM ADDING TAGS OK

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dearshelby · 3 years

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Call me crazy. But I couldn't stop thinking about your tags that Tommy shouldn't have kids. And with all my love and respect towards you, my dear friend, I am here to DEFEND my beloved husband and a father of my seven imaginary children. Yes, I am insane, yes, I am utterly out of touch with reality, but I am also a loyal spouse. 🤣

To be honest I think John is the worst father out of all the brothers. I feel like none of his kids were planned and he doesn't care about them later. We don't see any scene with him and the kids, only one during Freddie's funeral where he's holding a baby. Which is surprising, because for example we see Arthur with his son quite a lot in Season Four (a lot for a character that is not Tommy Shelby) and we see him genuinely taking care of Billy and such. We don't see John like this. We hear in Season One that his kids run around without shoes!!! And what is he doing about it?! He's a Peaky Blinder, he can get them shoes for free, but he prefers to drink at the Garrison and complain that his kids need a woman to take care of them. No, John, they have a father too. When Tommy was a single father, he was doing much better job. Much–much. Okay, he handed the baby to a random person, but I feel like it was more like a weaker moment of the writing of the show than genuinely Tommy's behaviour, because he would NEVER. But they needed Charlie to be somehow kindapped.

Now, you mentioned that Tommy is aggressive. He is, but never towards his children. He yelled at Charlie in this scene, but to be fair, that boy's acting terrible in Season Five and considering the times, Tommy's still quite patient with him. That boy screams at him and such while Tommy just smokes a cigarette. Now, Lizzie's reaction – I studied that scene yesterday and it's not like she's scared of Tommy. She's looking down, because Ruby's there and she is stressed because she knows Ruby will be scared. Ruby is afraid of Tommy because of his outbursts of anger and that's shitty indeed, but it's also because she's very small and cannot understand yet that he's not angry at her in particular. Of course Tommy should learn how to control himself around kids, but: 1) it was a very extreme situation where he thought he lost his whole fortune and he had been working hard and losing his soul for it for years; 2) his whole family dynamic in Season Five is toxic and screwed up, his marriage is awful, he's paranoid etc. In different environment I believe he'd be better, just like Arthur was getting better with Linda in the beginning.

By the way, I don't think Tommy has such huge anger outbursts often, in general he's quite calm. I was recently rewatching the scene where they started the war with the Lees at the beginning of S01E02, because I was writing my fic "Love and Duty" and John's reaction made me go like "😳😳". Tommy hesitated, but decided to teach them a lesson after they called their mother a whore. Arthur followed his brother. John... John genuinely took pleasure (is that how you phrase it? probably not) out of cutting them. Just like with Angel Changretta. Did he care so much about Lizzie? I doubt. But it was a good reason to cut a man. Another reason why I think John's the worst father out of the bunch. Not to mention how he got killed – Because of his own reckless behavior.

And I know Tommy's not perfect. But he genuinely loves his kids and takes care of them and he even went to that silly party of Ruby's despite being so deep into his own paranoia and dark thoughts. In Season Five Tommy's just not exactly himself, he's the worst version of himself I think, or almost that. In different environment and a happy marriage he would be different and I hope it's not just my self-indulgent fantasy, but that man just feels so lost and lonely and I can't blame him to be fair.

It's all of course said by me and I'm morally grey for him, because objectively saying he deserves all the bad things in life for killing so many people and acting like a dickhead. 🤣

I can't believe I wrote this whole thing. You can delete it from your inbox. I love you so so so much 💗🥺

My beloved Lils, your ask got me thinking 🤔🤔🤔

I agree with some parts - John is absent af, he's always ready to throw his children at anyone willing to take care of them, and season 5 shows the worst of Tommy, he'd probably do better in another circumstances

Although, my trauma-based standards makes me believe that it's "less worse" to have an absent father, than having a scary father around, that's probably not the best parameters to apply tho 😂

ilysm 🤗💖

#sorry for bringing my shitty personal experience into this - it's just that my opinion it's purely based on that #ask box #lily my beloved <3

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I'm not one to typically get involved in the whole talking about lore thing I've just got things that have been floating around in my head since Tommy's recent lore stream that I want to put into words so I may as well do it here. So this is about c!Phil and c!Tommy's conversation at the start of the stream.

My perspective on the story of the dsmp is that I just enjoy it as a story, folks are in the wrong sometimes and no one's truly good and no one has to be for me to like them. So if you're someone who gets genuinely angry about apologism discourse you probably won't like this.

(this post is about 800 more words in total I think?)

So like. When we talk about Phil's advice in the start of the stream I think it's probably relevant to discuss the fact that he's an immortal trying to give life advice to someone who, unless dream gets his way and keeps him around, is very much not.

Phil has lived for centuries. He has seen nations rise and fall and become nothing but rubble. Everything is temporary compared to him. All buildings rot and break, even the best tool will eventually be lost or fall into a cactus, all music disks become scratchy. Places where he had a little picnic with death what feels like a week ago have had towns built and wars fought above them since, and are no more. So it makes sense for, other than a few keepsakes to remind him of them that are held in his end chest so they don't fall apart, him to find a few people now and then who he cares for fiercely the entire time they're there, and when he feels like they aren't anymore, move on with just the memories. To give himself a little bit of detached-ness from them once they're gone, like yeah that happened, that was a fun time, someday I might see them again who knows.

It makes sense for him to care fiercely for people while they're there and then drop them, and to not hold an attachment to items unless it's just to remember them by, to keep them from blending with his other memories until there's nothing left. Because he's immortal, and he's done this dance with loss before. This doesn't make him a bad person, or a good person, just someone who isn't going to die any time soon and copes with life in the best way there is for him to.

Tommy's mortal. Countries, ideally, would not outlast him. Records would take years to be broken, more with how infrequently he plays them. His friends, if this were a world where things went better for him, would be around for most of his life. He'd have his dance with loss several times eventually, but overall time for him is on a different scale. He's never going to have a netherite pickaxes' handle rot beyond where mending can fix it in the time it took for him to go and get some sand. He's not going to outlast every person and thing he loves by centuries.

So he cares for things, and he cares for robots that stop working after a few months, and he cares for places and fights for what all those mean to him because to him they do, and for him the events of his life feel so big and prominent and always will. And the fighting for the ability to keep things he cares for does not make him bad, nor does it make him good, and he fucks up a lot and he's mortal and for him yeah, spending half an hour breaking cobble to put it back in a furnace is a waste of time and a random apple he got from a ghost matters. Everything does.

And so when Philza tries to give advice to Tommy, who will not outlast the world, it doesn't work because they're literally having such different lives that what is perfect for one will simply Not Work for the other.

I don't talk about lore stuff often because the idea of approaching the topic, even just thinking about the backlash I'll probably get is often enough to turn me away, but this is a part of the discussion I hadn't seen addressed so I decided to throw in my own two cents. Hope it makes at least a little bit of sense.

#dream smp #mcyt #philza #tommyinnit #dsmp lore

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Yesterday's happenings are making a lot of people talk to you today. They ask if you're alright, if you had to go to the hospital, why Billy ran like a lightning bolt to reach you... Some of them are actually being kind. Others, not so much. It feels like they're trying to get you to say something else, scavenging for a secret. Jason is the only one to actually get into a long conversation, making sure you're alright and giving you tips to avoid heat exhaustion again. But the others, mostly the girls, make awkward questions. You get that Billy's behavior is changing. Monica is often telling you about how some girls ask her if she knows what's going on between you and Billy. She never answers though, saying this isn't their business.

As you pace around the pool, a bottle of water on your hand since Billy is literally forcing you to drink water by the hour, you spot him chatting with some of his friends. Tommy and Carol are the only ones you can name, and you never got why you only hang out with your friends and not his. Billy has his eyes on the pools and the whistle between his lips. Tommy goes on about something, and suddenly, Billy lets the whistle fall, giving Tommy a weird stare. You giggle a little at his expression, crossing your arms.

“Look who's staring now,” Monica says in a provoking tone, stopping by your side. “But I totally get it. I'd be shamelessly staring too if I didn't have my sweetheart.”

“How's Christopher by the way?” She told you he had an accident in the garden, which got him a nasty cut on the leg.

“Complaining. But I'm enjoying taking care of him.” She smiles, and her eyes shine. Every passing day you're more convinced they're in love with each other. That you'll be attempting to their wedding one day. “What about you? You gotta be careful with the sun.”

“I am.” Raising your hand, you show her the bottle. “Billy is driving me insane. I swear I can't drink any more water today.”

“Can you blame him? I thought he'd have a heart attack yesterday.” He tilts her head to where he is, across the pools. His eyes meet yours and he winks. “Poor guy, he has it bad for you.”

Giggling, you look down because you're surely blushing. “Oh, tell me something. Some people came to talk to me, you know. Asking if I was alright. But some of them made some very awkward questions.”

“Yeah, that's because they think you're pregnant.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, feeling your whole body numb for a moment. “What the hell,” you exclaim, a little too loud. Looking around, you notice some eyes on you. “Holy shit, Monica. Tell me you're joking.”

“Small town, (Y/N), people talk.” She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, half the women here went through something like that. They'll let go in a few weeks.”

“Do you think Billy knows?” You lift your eyes to look for him, but you only find his friends.

“Probably. But look, don't worry about it. You're the new girl who managed to hook Billy Hargrove, the town's bad boy. People will talk, but don't let it ruin what you have with him.”

“No, of course not.” As much as it bugs you, it doesn't change anything. “You know I'm falling for him, right?” You burst out, feeling the sudden need to let it out your chest. “Completely.”

“I'm noticing. You–”

She's cut short when you're pulled into something. Someone. You roll your eyes because you know who it is. Billy pulls you against his chest, his lips on your ear. “Do you know what they're saying about yesterday's episode?” He whispers, a hand coming to caress your belly.

Great. Now this will certainly make people forget this story. “Yeah. They think I'm carrying a tiny Billy.” You mutter, waving at Monica as she walks away with a smirk on her lips. “Was that what Tommy told you? You made a funny face.”

“Yes, but he said it in a way that almost had me breaking his ugly nose.” He keeps you close, despite the public. And honestly, you don't mind. A few days ago you'd push him away, but now... They'll speak anyway, so it doesn't matter.

“Hey, why don't we never hang out with your friends?” You take the chance to ask. “You don't want them to see you with me?” It's impossible not to follow this train of thought, and it does sound stupid judging by the way he's holding you right now, for everyone to see.

“Of course not. It just that I know the kind of assholes they are and I'm sure you won't like them.”

“But it's weird. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to only hang out with my party.”

He takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest moving. That reminds you he's shirtless... “I'll introduce you to them... In the funfair tomorrow.”

“Oh my God, the funfair!” You exclaim. People have been talking about it for a few days, but you totally forgot. “I've never been to anything like that.”

“You're gonna love it.”

“You two. Back to your chairs.” The manager shouts from somewhere behind you, and you both roll your eyes at the same time.

“Talk to you later,” you tell him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Remember to–”

“Yeah, yeah. Water, stay in the shadow. If I feel dizzy I'll shout for my knight in shining armor.” Walking backwards, you smirk at him. “Eyes on the pool, Hargrove,” you warn him, turning around and making your way back to the chair.

You're glad you're feeling good, no sign of anything you felt yesterday. And it isn't as hot as it was, so that's a bonus. You're peacefully watching the kids, yelling at some, threatening some teenagers to ban them for life, just the normal stuff. Through the corner of your eye, you notice Billy gesturing. When you look at him, he shows you his bottle.

Shaking your head no, you try to ignore him. But you are a little thirsty, so you sigh before jumping to the ground. On your way to the cafeteria, you stop by his chair. “Want some?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Don't act like you can't be beaten by heat exhaustion too, Hargrove. I'm bringing you some cold water.” Punching his leg playfully, you go to the cafeteria.

You're a little startled to find James in there, seated on the table next to the wall, both hands on his head. As you silently open the fridge, you wonder if you should just leave him alone. You never really spoke, and since he switched his schedule with Billy, you have seen less of him. Today should be his day off if you're not mistaken.

“Hey, James,” you say in a soft voice, standing by the fridge as you take one of the bottles Billy has for you. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looks up abruptly, suddenly aware he's not alone. “Hey.”

You were going to leave, but he seems scared... Red eyes as if he didn't get any sleep. “Is something wrong?” You sit before him, placing the bottle on the table. “You look... sad.”

“Oh, it's just... Nothing, really. It's stupid.” He's mumbling under his breath, a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Whatever it is it's not stupid. Who told you it was?”

“My parents, my brother.” He breathes out, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. “You're new here, right? Did you move from a big city?”

“New York. Why?”

“I'm from Washinton. Have you ever crossed paths with something in the woods? Some... Some kind of animal? And when you told someone they just said it was because you're some big city kid who's not used to live so near the forest and because of that you're easily impressed by anything weird you see?” James speaks fast, so fast it's hard to keep up.

“Actually yes.” You nod, keeping your voice low and soft in an attempt to calm him down. You never saw anyone so scared. “A few weeks ago I saw something, but I didn't get a good look at it. Don't know what it was.”

“I don't know what species of-of... Things they have here, but what I saw... I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling the chief of police but everyone keeps saying I'm crazy.”

“What did you see, James?”

He puts his hands on his head again, looking at the table. “It... It was the size of a dog. And I thought it was a stray dog so I stopped the car and followed it.” His voice cracks, so you get up, moving to sit on the chair beside him, touching his arm. “It was so damn dark and I had no flashlight. It was near a tree, eating something. I started calling it, trying to show it I was just trying to help but then... It-It turned at me and... Shit, the damn thing had no face. It was blank. Sticky... no fur, no eyes, nothing.” He moves suddenly, holding both your shoulders roughly. You gasp at the sudden change, looking at him, tears threatening to roll down from his eyes. “I ran like hell. I told my parents the moment I got home but they said it was something in the woods playing tricks on me but I know what I saw. The damn thing had no face, I swear–”

“Let go of her right now.” Billy's thunder voice makes James jump up, making his chair fall backwards. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Billy, it's alright.” Quickly, you stand up and walk over him.

“I'm sorry, I just...” James tries to speak, hands raised in defeat. It looks like he didn't know what he was doing. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

He walks around the table, eyes on the floor. Billy gives a step towards him, but you hold him back, both hands on his chest. “Billy, no. Listen...” You whisper to him, your eyes meeting his when James finally leaves the cafeteria. “He wasn't trying to hurt me or anything, he was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He looks down at you, his hands softly rubbing the skin of your shoulders. “It'll leave bruises. What the hell did he think he was doing?”

As much as you melt a little to feel his touch after the sting from James' grip, you have this feeling in your stomach. You can't seem to shake it away, and the more you think, the worse it gets. “Billy... Remember when I told you I saw something in the woods?” He nods, confused. “James saw it too... Same description. He... He said it had no face, and I... I think that's exactly what I saw.”

His expression changes, and you can't read his face. Taking a deep breath, he sits on the table, pulling you to sit beside him. “James came here a few months ago. From a big city too, so it's normal to be scared when–”

“He was desperate because that's exactly what people are telling him.” You cut him off, running a hand through your hair. “Billy, he wasn't scared. He was terrified.” Your voice gets lower, as your mind floats back to what you saw. Naked skin, as if it was green, covered in some disgusting thing... “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to God his description matched what I saw that day.” It suddenly comes to your mind... There was a lab here. A lab and a bunch of weird stories about it. “Hawkins National Lab!” You exclaim, jumping to your feet. “What if they made an experiment with some kind of animal and now it's free in the woods?”

“Hawkins Lab was closed years ago.”

“I know but–” Billy takes your hand, pulling you close. He holds you by the hips, raising his head to meet your eyes from his seated position.

“Princess, listen. It's true there was a lab, and it's also true that the darkness and these woods play tricks on people who aren't used to them.” He speaks slow, eyes never leaving yours. “It may be something but it could also be a big misunderstanding. If it happens again, if you or anyone else sees anything like that, we'll tell the cops and let them deal with it.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let his calming tone relax you. “Alright...” Nodding, you take a look at your shoulders, spotting the purple marks of where James fingers dig into your skin. “The guy was really out of his mind,” you mutter.

“Yeah...” Billy stands up, placing a kiss on both your shoulders before straighten up, his index finger on your chin. “Let's go back there before Anthony notices we're gone again.”

Nodding, you follow him back outside.

• • •

You wish you knew how to draw. If you did, you'd make a scratch of the animal you saw, and another one of what James described, just to see if they would really match.

You're staring at the ceiling, on your unusually empty bed. Having Billy here was amazing. Beyond amazing. Having his strong arms around you, and waking up next to him on the morning was pure bliss. You never thought such a feeling existed. It felt like home, like life was nothing but a long road leading you to that very moment. To his embrace, so warm and calming.

You chose to think about that instead of the unclassified animal. That brings a shiver down your spine, different from the shivers Billy causes. The last ones are made of nervousness, excitement... All those silly things. Tossing around, you sit up, your feet on the cold floor. Your eyes fall on the necklace, that you always keep on the nightstand. Billy kept his promise, and he wears his piece every day. You have to tell him he doesn't have to, not anymore. He already made his point, and you know he has other earrings to use.

Smiling to yourself, you pick the necklace up, fingers caressing the metal. You need to tell Billy what you feel. Openly. You do have something going on, but it's still unnamed. And there's no reason to remain that way. If he wants you, if he truly wants to keep you... He has to know you want him too. That you want to be with him, and screw the rest of the world. Screw the past, the gossip, whatever people of Hawkins think. This is about both of you, nobody else. It's useless to keep pretending Billy Hargrove doesn't own your heart. This torture can't continue, there's no reason to.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the phone's loud ring. You're about to answer when you hear your aunt's footsteps downstairs. It's probably Robert, she was saying something about him calling her today. As she picks up, you put the necklace down and walk over the window, feeling the fresh summer breeze tickling your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Diane shouts, and her urgent tone startles you. “(Y/N)! Pick up the phone!” Her rapid footsteps bring her to your bedroom, a worried expression on her face. “Pick up now. It's Max, she's crying. I don't know–”

The mention of Billy's sister has you moving, picking up the light pink phone you have on the nightstand. “Max?” You breathe out, eyes focused on Diane as she breathes fast.

“(Y/N)..!” Her voice is weak, like a low scream. You hear voices behind her, and you immediately recognize Billy's. But there's someone else, a man's voice. “(Y/N), please, you need to–” She's cut short by something breaking. “It's Neil. He's here, please–”

“Hang up the damn–” Then it's over.

For a moment, a second, you just stand there, frozen, looking at Diane. But on the next one, you're moving, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

“Honey, what is it?” Diane follows as you rush downstairs, grabbing nothing but the car keys.

“Billy's father. I gotta go.” It's everything you manage to say before storming outside.

A/N: Things are about to get chaotic...

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