#they couldn’t handle the mullet

[barmadumet]

KENOBI IS ALL THAT MATTERS

I tried to do the Jedi thing and let it go, but I had to speak up. For all of us!

Go upvote helpful and maybe they’ll pull the product and try again lol

I really can’t believe it!!! Where is he!!?!?

#this ain’t right #I won’t stand for it #what is aotc without obi wan? #they couldn’t handle the mullet

[thefunkfactory]

The New Gym Bro

Beau was antsy as he was driving over to the gym, he had just gotten over a bad cold and finally felt good enough to return to the gym. You see the gym Beau goes to has something special about it, it is where he gets to see his gym crush. Upon entered the gym Beau realized something was off, the cute little twunk that worked at the front desk was now a buff jock with a porn stache, looking at himself in his reflection and flexing his arms. “Uhhhh hi do you know where the membership card scanner is?” Beau asked politely, “Huhuhuh oh broooooo” the hunky receptionist moronically spoke “ We don’t do uhhh memberships anymore broooo! New uhhhhh management brooo, everyone is welcome nowwww” The receptionist flexed his arms again. “Oh ummm okay thank you!” Beau cheerfully said, walking past the front desk towards the locker room, that’s when he smelled it. Wafting through the air was the smell of sweat and B.O., very normal for a gym but today it was something else, something strong, something potent and offensive to a normal nose. Beau being grossed out just simply groaned to himself and thought to himself, “I guess letting anyone in brought in more unhygienic teens”. Upon entering the locker room it was quite empty but he saw two guys round a row of lockers and start coming towards him, both pretty hunky, with porn staches and mullets. One had his arm draped over the other’s shoulders as they approached and the other looked dazed, almost like he had been drugged, as the two guys passed Beau smelled the most rancid smell ever pouring out of the guys and polluting the air. Beau covered his nose with the collar of his shirt and the not dazed looking guy said as they passed “What? Huhuh cant handle the smell of real men brochacho? That’ll change soon enough huhuhuh!”. Paying little mind to the weird comment, Beau went to a locker and got changed and went back out to the gym.

After working out for a little over an hour and a half, he was getting fed up by the manly stench filling the entire building, getting off of the treadmill, Beau grabbed his stuff and began walking back towards the locker room. That’s when it happened, Beau heard from behind “Yo bro! Wait up” and then felt a sweaty hand slam down on his shoulder, “What is it?!” Beau said a little annoyed that he just got slapped on the shoulder with a sweat drenched palm. Turning around, Beau’s brain went haywire, standing in front of him was his gym crush, and he was talking to him! “Huhuhuh brooo I uhhhhhhh couldn’t help but see you were leavin’!” His crush said. It took Beau a second to realize whi this guy was, it was his gym crush! But he looked so different, he was beefier and he resembled the receptionist and the two guys in the locker room more than he resembled himself from two weeks ago. “Oh yea I was about to head home” Beau responded, “Do you think I can like uhhhh huhuhuh interest you in doing a set with me homie?”, wanting to take his crush up on the offer but knowing he too drained to do it without embarrassing himself Beau politely declined. “Awww man” Beau’s crush said dejectedly, “I really wanted to do something with you! Uhhhh do you think I could maybe take you out to dinner then?”. Shocked that his crush wanted to wine and dine him Beau couldn’t muster a response for a second, but then he just nodded and shyly said “I’d like that, I would like that a lot”, his crush grinned and joyfully and boisterously responded “ALRIGHT! THATS AWESOME I'M SO HYPED BROOO! Oh my name is Maverick by the way let me give you my number homie”. Upon getting his number Beau made his way to the locker room absolutely giddy and unable to stop thinking about his (hopefully) soon to be boyfriend. Beau got changed and was about to close the locker when he heard from an approaching familiar voice, “Oh one last thing before I can take you out on the town!”. Beau turned around and was face to face with Maverick, maybe it was because the space they were in before was bigger or because the gym already had a cacophony of foul stench hanging in the air but Beau suddenly just noticed how rank Maverick smelled, especially since Maverick just raised his arm above his head. Maverick released a puff of stench from his unwashed armpit right into Beau’s face, coughing, Beau covered his nose and mouth, “Nuh uh uh brooo” Maverick proclaimed, “Let the stink help you let it helped me”. Not understanding what Maverick was talking about Beau just wanted to leave and no longer take Maverick up on the date offer, but suddenly he watched Maverick’s hand slink to the back of his head and Beau then felt as Maverick violently and suddenly pulled him into Maverick’s reeking pit. Catching a big whiff on accident Beau felt as taking a hit straight from the source made him feel fuzzy everywhere. As he slowly lost control of his body Beau heard Maverick utter, “Not much to change with you broooo huhuh, makes my job easier, normally having to transform the nerds and weaklings takes so long!”

Trying to push back and resist, Beau was doing well and probably would’ve eventually escaped his funky prison if it wasn't for the fact that Maverick’s man-stink was essentially brainwashing Beau’s brain into liking the stink and craving more of it. Beau, against his own will, stopped struggling for his freedom and submitted himself completely to Maverick’s B.O. That's when it started, unlike other people Maverick had transformed, Beau was already quite the perfect specimen of masculinity, the only issue was that he didn’t follow the gym’s new dress code or follow the gym’s strict rules on fragrances. Maverick was going to help Beau fall in line. Beau felt his feet grow a bit, becoming cramped in his sneakers and then worse than that they got itchy, really itchy, at first it seemed like a random thing but then the itch kept growing and growing, refusing to stop. As his feet grew bigger and increasingly itchy, Beau felt his armpits do the same. Reaching into his left pit with his left hand, Beau forced his hand into his newly minted jungle of foul-smelling hair, just like a dumb ape. He felt his crotch get really itchy as well, with his left hand still in his own fetid armpit, Beau sent his right hand down to quell the itch in his pants. By the time he started scratching his crotch, he felt a forest of pubes coming in, a thick, curly, forest that reeked of sweat and cum. No matter how much he scratched Beau couldn’t stop the itchy feeling even a little bit, moving his beefy right hand down from his bush and onto his shaft, he began to slowly play with his fuckstick. Maverick watched jovially as he saw Beau reach the point of no return, once a man starts jerking it he is too far gone in the transformation to be saved…or so Maverick thought.

Suddenly as he was touching himself, Beau pushed away from Maverick, freeing himself from the pit reeking of decay. “Huhuhuh woah no one has resisted me this far into their transformation bro! You are something else!” Maverick cockily said. Beau, still affected by the pit funk clouding his brain, was unable to respond. “Well, it looks like I’ve been bested bro! You win!” Maverick said in the same cocky tone. Beau, now regaining more control as the fog wore off, retorted with “You…are…such a…freak!”, “That might be true,” said Maverick, “But do me a favor…smell your fingers”, Beau, trying to resist the influence that Maverick and his stink still had over him hid his fingers away in a clenched fist but, as he lost the battle of will, Beau unclenched his left hand, brought it underneath his nose, and took a big whiff. Feeling the malodorous scent of his own armpit rushing through his head, Beau returned his free will and walked back to Maverick, “Huhuhuh you are so weak bro! Welcome back to manhood tho!” Maverick announced as he watched Beau’s head slump down. Leading him to a full length mirror, Maverick made Beau look at himself and said to him “Look at you, tried to fight your destiny and now you are even weaker than before, how stupid. I hope you know that for your insolence, i'm gonna make you the stinkiest, dumbest, most incompetent gym bro I have ever made. You are gonna smell so nauseating and vile that you are gonna run off all of your friends and lovers, and you are gonna be so idiotic that you are gonna need someone to watch over you and keep you safe and happy. But don't worry, I love your stink and I don't mind watching over you, especially once I strip you down.” Maverick watched as Beau’s shorts grew a mountain in them as he heard what he was about to finally become. “Good boy,” Maverick said as he groped Beau’s meat stick.

Grabbing the back of his head for a second time, Maverick took Beau’s head and stuck it right back into his stinking pit. Beau’s transformation, beginning where it left off, started to force a mustache out of his top lip. A torrent of thick, dark hair pushed out of his upper lip creating a porn stache perfect for a 70’s porn star. Being so close to the Maverick’s musty pit, Beau’s new stache became tainted, stinking to high heaven with Maverick’s pit funk, constantly dumbing Beau down as he will now always be forced to huff the funky stench. Beau returned his hand back to his long fuckstick as he began to play with it again, just in time for his brain to melt into the cum churning in his big smelly balls. As Beau huffed more and more of Maverick’s armpit, his mind began to fade, more and more of his memories dissipated and dissolved, not even being replaced, just leaving an empty space in his mind as to keep him as dumb and empty as possible and the same thing began to happen to his intellect, leaving Beau with the intelligence of a 9th grader but leaving all the knowledge Beau has on how to pleasure a man fully intact.

Beau, completely transformed, began to feel his balls grow too full to comfortably hang normally, he knew he was about to abdicate his seed. Gaining more and more pressure, Beau couldn’t keep it from happening, all at once he shot out the biggest load he ever had right into his shorts. As a huge wet spot appeared, Maverick finally released Beau from his funky armpit, not like the locker room smelled much better at that point. Maverick kissed Beau and said “I'm so glad to find the perfect new gym partner and a perfect new boyfriend all in one tight package, especially one that smells as putrid as you!”, flexing his arms, Beau sniffed both is pits and guffawed like the big oaf he just became.

#musk #dumber #armpits #jock tf #TTF

[sleepyspots-wc-designs]

Bluestar?

BLUESTAR

“In every darkness, there is a spark of light. Don't let it extinguish.”

[Blue bicolor point with low white spotting and with vivid blue eyes.]

“We need more complex/morally gray female characters!” Y’all couldn’t even handle her!!

Some design notes!

Lots of pointed/“diamond” shapes within her design, post prominently in her points themselves! As a cat of prophecy, these also double as her “star” markers.

“Slicked back business woman mullet”.

Mostly sleek-furred, but she does have some scruffiness to her, even at her most regal.

Relatively simple design overall, but I feel like it suits her well.

Scarring includes: Nicked left ear. Her most iconic scar - the split across her shoulders - is apparently only mentioned once, which I find fascinating because it’s a constant element found across all Bluestar designs… This scar is very wild and jagged, and shaped vaguely like a thunderbolt; I like to imagine she got it while running through the forest fire in her youth, maybe she got caught by some especially sharp branches while rushing away.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats design #warrior cats designs #warriors design #warriors designs #bluefur #bluestar #thunderclan #starclan #warrior #queen #deputy #leader #blue #fur #point #bicolor #gray #gray-blue / blue-gray #warrior cat designs

[luminnara]

People Are Strange | Billy Hargrove x The Lost Boys x reader Part One

Tags: @smenny @oceansrose2002 @elegantplaidpsychicsludge-blog @henhouse-horrors

(This is set in like 1985, so pre-Michael for the boys)

Part Two

Warnings: mentions of abuse, homophobia, f slur

Finally.

Billy Hargrove was back in California. 

It had been a long ass fucking drive, but he had done it, all by himself. He was free now, free of Susan, free of Neil, free of Hawkins, Indiana and every stupid shithead in that poor excuse for a town. 

He had made it. 

He was broke. He needed a bite to eat. But he had made it, all the way to the beach, even, and that was good enough for him. Now, his father wasn’t around to tell him what he could and couldn’t do, or call him a pussy, or beat the shit out of him. Now, there was no stupid shitty mindflayer or whatever they called it to possess him and then rip his guts out. Now, Billy was in charge of himself, and he was about to exercise that freedom to the fullest extent by getting shitfaced every night if he wanted to. 

And he had picked the perfect town for it.

Back when he lived in California, the first time, he had never visited Santa Carla. It was further north than the suburb he grew up in, but he had heard plenty about it and its nasty reputation.

Murder capital of the world.

He figured he could handle that, after everything that had happened back in Hawkins. All Santa Carla had were gangs, and that was nothing compared to the monster that had torn through his mind back in Indiana.

Despite the nickname, it was a cute place. It was a picturesque tourist town situated right on Monterey Bay, with an amusement park out on the pier, a boardwalk full of shops, and a never ending stream of vagrants and runaways always coming and going. Billy didn’t really consider himself among their ranks, but he had a feeling that he would fit right in.

He hadn’t realized exactly how well, though.

The Camaro rumbled as he cruised through town, looking for a spot to get some food and maybe a shitty motel for the night. He wasn’t above sleeping in his car, but he had just done that the entire drive over, and he could really, really go for a real bed.

Food first, though.

He ended up at a diner, the sort of place where he could get a booth to himself and eat a greasy burger in peace. On the drive in, he had seen all sorts of weirdos—burn outs, punks, starving kids digging through the trash—and as fascinating as it all was, he was too exhausted from his journey to want to be surrounded by people just yet.

The diner was slow, the lunch rush having already passed. There were a few people sitting at the counter and a few more in booths, but it was quiet. Billy was enjoying the sound of the radio when someone approached him, and he glanced up to see a waitress standing there with a coffee pot in her hand. She was tired, nearly tripping over herself as she refilled his mug, and as she stood there and zoned out for a moment like a total fucking weirdo, he got the chance to check her out.

To check you out.

“H-Hey, sorry,” you said, sounding dazed.

“Long night?” The handsome guy in front of you asked, flashing you a smile that rivaled even Paul’s most heart-melting grins.

You were so deliriously tired that for a moment, you thought he was one of your boys. In your defense, he totally looked the part, with a curly, dirty blond mullet, a leather jacket, and an earring dangling from one ear. “…what are you doing out at this hour?”

He stared at you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh! Oh god, I’m sorry,” you snapped to attention again, but the bags under your eyes told him that it was just a matter of time before you full on collapsed onto the floor. “I’m not…used to being up during the day…working, I mean! Not used to working, not really…”

“You a night shift kinda person?” The guy asked, taking another bite of his burger.

“Yeah.” You swayed on your feet. “A night person.”

God, you wanted to go lay down. You were so fucking out of it. Being a half vampire was absolute ass, and over the past week, things had only gotten worse. You knew you had gotten yourself into this mess by insisting that you give the diner your full two weeks before you let David take you out to fully turn you, but Jesus Christ this sucked.

Heh.

Sucked.

“Can I, uh…can I get you anything else?” You asked, desperately trying to focus on him. He was cute, you decided, and you really, really wished you weren’t moments away from passing out so that you could appreciate him fully.

He eyed the way your hands were shaking. “…I’m alright, doll.”

“Wow,” you breathed. He sounded just like David with that pet name.

And then you drifted off, and Billy was left staring after you. Santa Carla was a weird place, indeed. A weird place with even weirder waitresses. Hot ones, but weird ones.

He left money on the table and bounced, moving on to the next item on his to do list: finding a place to spend the night. He had…not that much money left, having only stolen what he could out of Neil’s wallet before he ran, but it bought him a week in a semi-decent motel close to the beach, and that was good enough for him.

It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was a testament to his newfound freedom, and to Billy, that was worth way more than a room with a view. He took the opportunity to collapse onto his bed, sleeping the rest of the day away, recharging so that he could go and make Santa Carla his come nightfall.

——————-

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” David growled at you.

“I’m f….” Your head lolled as you dozed off mid sentence.

David rolled his eyes and grabbed your chin, jerking your head up.

“Fine!” You finished quickly, eyes wide open. “I’m fine. See? I’m fine.”

“You absolutely are not.”

“Just one more week at work, and then you can take me out hunting. Promise.”

“You’re really testing my patience here, doll.”

Doll…hadn’t somebody else called you that earlier? Yeah, somebody at the diner…somebody super cute. Handsome, even. Shit. You shoulda gotten his number or something. You already had four boyfriends, what’s one more? David would probably try to eat him, but that could be worked around—

“Hey!” David snapped his fingers in front of your face as you zoned out again. “That’s it. Dwayne, take her back home to sleep—“

“No!” You protested. “No. I’m fine. I can hang out tonight.”

Dwayne gave you a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”

“Yes I am.”

He narrowed his eyes, watching you for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re too much for your own good sometimes.”

You managed a tired grin. Now that night had finally fallen, you had more energy, and seeing the boys come to pick you up from work had perked you up a little bit. You were still dead on your feet, but you felt a lot less zombie-like than you had during the day. Seeing all four of your boyfriends there filled you with anticipation for the endless mischief the night could hold, and as your grin widened, you couldn’t wait. No matter how tired you were, you wouldn’t miss hanging out with them for the world.

And it really was sweet of them to come meet you outside the diner, after all.

“See? She’s fine!” Paul said, slinging an arm over your shoulders and nipping at your jaw. He was buzzing with energy, as if he was determined to somehow transfer some of it to keep you awake all night. “‘Sides, you won’t be havin’ this problem soon…”

Marko appeared on your other side, licking his lips in anticipation. “Baby, I cannot wait to watch you dig in for the first time…”

“We know, Marko,” Paul rolled his eyes as he pulled a joint out of his pocket. “It’s all you’ve been thinkin’ about for the past week.”

“I can’t help it!” Marko whined, bumping his head against yours. “It’s gonna be so fuckin’ hot…”

“Gotta pick someone first,” David cut in. “Got anybody in mind yet, sweetheart?”

“Not really…” you sighed.

“You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out.”

“I know…”

“Otherwise I’ll choose for you.”

“I know!” You insisted.

“You really haven’t seen anybody interesting?” Marko asked skeptically.

You knew he was even more eager for you to turn than David was. For Marko, though, you suspected that it was more about watching you tear people apart and less about the power trip of helping his girlfriend become an undead creature of the night.

To each their own, though.

“I mean…there was a guy at work today…” you chewed at your bottom lip.

David immediately stiffened. “A guy?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna…you know.”

“Well…what kinda guy?” Paul asked, taking a hit before passing his joint to Marko.

“A, uh…handsome one…”

David’s nostrils flared angrily. “Handsome?”

“David, you can’t get mad at me for making an observation,” you began, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “You guys always wanna know if I spot anybody interesting, when I work as a waitress in the weirdest town on the west coast. I see interesting people all day, and today, I waited on a guy who looked and talked so much like you I thought he was—“

“You point him out if you see him,” David growled. “So I can rip him in half.”

Marko let out a loud laugh and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re so tough, David.”

“Fine.” He sneered. “You can do it, then.”

“What? Me?” You groaned. “It isn’t time yet! I told you, I wanna wait another week—“

“Then you better hope we don’t spot him tonight, huh?” David pulled the cigarette out from behind his ear and lit it. “For his sake.”

“God, why are you being such a dick tonight?” You grumbled as the five of you set off towards the pier.

“He’s just in a mood now because you said another guy was handsome,” Paul snickered, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face.

“You know it hurts his ego,” Marko said with a pointed sneer towards David.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you,” David growled.

“What was he like?” Dwayne finally spoke up.

“Who?” You asked, playing dumb.

“The guy.”

“Oh.” You thought for a moment, trying to recall your afternoon. “He got a burger and coffee. No tomatoes. Extra pickle.”

“That’s fascinating, doll.” David rolled his eyes.

“And he called me doll,” you said haughtily, glaring at him.

You watched him falter as he inhaled on his cigarette. “He what?”

“Mmhm. And it sounded nice.” You stuck your nose in the air and marched away, slipping out from under Paul’s arm to walk on your own.

The boys glanced at each other. David was fuming, nose scrunched in disgust as he imagined another guy calling you his pet name. Whoever he was, he had a fucking death wish.

“Chill out, boss man,” Paul said, clapping a hand on David’s shoulder.

“Paul.” David growled. “If you wanna keep your fingers, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

“Well I suggest you go talk to her,” Marko snapped as he watched you strut away. “We’ll catch a bite on our own. You better go smooth things over, Casanova.”

“What?” David asked incredulously. “I didn’t do anyth—“

“He’s right,” Dwayne nodded.

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” David snarled.

Dwayne was never phased by his outbursts, though, and only looked at him calmly. “Go apologize. We’ll hunt solo tonight.”

“Yeah, and if you’re lucky we’ll bring you some takeout,” Paul cackled, elbowing David as the three of them walked past.

He just glared after them.

“Hey, baby!” Paul greeted when he caught up to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you into his chest. He plopped a messy kiss on your lips and he tasted like blood and weed, like he always did. “We’re all grabbin’ a bite. David wants to talk.”

“Have fun,” Marko smirked as he kissed your cheek.

“Tell him I don’t feel like talking,” you scoffed as Dwayne swooped in to steal a kiss next.

“Too late,” he said, an amused rumble in his chest.

“Ooh, maybe you’ll get lucky and have some bomb makeup sex,” Paul grinned, walking backwards away from you as he puffed on his joint.

“He fuckin’ needs it,” Marko mumbled.

“Fine.” You sighed. “You guys go have fun. Don’t eat anybody too hot.”

“But that’s my favorite flavor!” Paul yelled.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three of them go, Marko immediately lunging for Paul before Dwayne managed to catch him in a head lock midair. They were a handful, but you loved them.

“Hey.” David’s voice had you turning around.

He actually looked a little ashamed, his eyes trained on the ground as he kicked at a pebble.

“Hey.” You said flatly.

He dared to look up at you. You could tell he was still grumpy, and he was only trying to talk to you because the others had probably made him…but this was still a massive improvement for him, and you considered it a success.

He sighed, started to roll his eyes, and then stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, trying to encourage him. “You should actually talk about your feelings, you know.”

He made a disgusted noise and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know I get…territorial.” He said, taking your arm and tugging you along to walk with him. “We all do.”

“I know.”

“It’s just a…a thing we all have to deal with.”

“Very beastly of you,” you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “I still don’t want you to kill that guy, though.”

“No promises,” he growled, expression darkening.

“…you can maim him if he really deserves it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

————————

Billy fucking loved Santa Carla.

Back in Hawkins, he was the keg king, and earning his title had been a piece of cake…but here, the beach parties were way wilder and way more fun, and he was having the time of his fucking life.

The town was vibrant during the day, yeah, but come nightfall it sprung to life. The rides on the boardwalk lit up the dark sky, and bonfires surrounded by party goers dotted the beaches. There was no shortage of shitty carnival food, and all the stores on the boardwalk stayed open late. Billy was pretty sure he could find any drugs he could think of within ten minutes if he tried, and he could get his dick wet even faster.

Yeah. It was his kinda place.

He left the Camaro at the motel and walked over to the boardwalk, smoking a fresh cigarette as he navigated the crowds. There really were all sorts of people there—everything from obvious tourists to kids enjoying summer vacation to criminals and runaways flitted around, creating one extremely colorful swarm of pedestrians. He didn’t look out of place at all, not the way he had back in Hawkins where everybody looked like wannabe prom kings and queens and Steve Harrington was the most exciting thing to happen in decades.

Before Billy, of course.

In Santa Carla, though, he had already seen fashions that would have given everyone in Hawkins, Indiana heart attacks. He looked tame compared to some of the punks he spotted lingering around. But still, for some reason…

He noticed he was getting dirty looks.

People stepped out of his way as he passed through the crowd. They watched him carefully, like he might suddenly lunge and bite them. One security guard in particular seemed to be keeping a particularly close eye on him while he wandered around, but rather than feeling perturbed, Billy felt energized. It was feeding his ego, making him feel wild knowing that everybody was looking at him and everybody was wary of him. He didn’t care why.

The sound of metal playing over speakers had him making his way towards the bandstand. When he got closer and squeezed his way through the crowd, the music grew deafening.

Just the way he liked it.

He felt like he had just wandered into heaven.

He had also just wandered right into the hunting ground of one very particular, very high, vampire.

When it came to hunting, Paul liked to be lazy. He’d been around long enough to learn how to let them come to him, and while the others worked hard for their meals, Paul worked smart. He was always so fun and charismatic that he could have humans eating out of the palm of his hand whenever he wanted them to, and when there were rock shows on the beach, the bandstand was always the perfect place for him to find some easy chow. Yeah, the music usually hurt his ears some, but he always got over it and everything healed before he could have an eternity of tinnitus, and he always relied more on his sense of smell than hearing anyways. He thrived in the chaos of the crowd, and tonight was no exception.

The crowd was fun. The band was loud. And even though he was lazy when it came to hunting humans, he still had boundless energy. He was actually glad that David had fucked up with you, because he was having a great time hunting on his own. 

“Hey man, watch it!” Someone snarled as he bumped into them.

Paul was too high to take offense at their tone, turning towards them with a lazy grin on his face instead.

What he saw would’ve taken his breath away, had he actually been breathing.

There was a guy there, wearing a leather jacket, with a glare that rivaled David’s. He had an earring dangling from one earlobe and a curly dirty blond mullet, shorter and darker than Marko’s but still good, and blue eyes that actually had Paul feeling a tiny bit weak.

The dude was gorgeous in a way that most humans weren’t, and Paul was immediately into him.

“Sorry, man,” Paul forced himself to say above the sound of the music, keeping that aloof smile on his face. “Here. Token of my apology?”

He held out his joint and the guy looked at it hungrily, like he hadn’t seen weed in months. And really, Billy hadn’t; Hawkins wasn’t exactly the best place to find it, and if Neil had ever caught him reeking of marijuana, he’d have been in for a world of hurt. In Santa Carla, though, he could have anything he wanted…and he was free to take it.

“C’mon. We can go smoke under the stands.” The blond guy in front of him grinned wildly, his eyes blazing.

Billy shoved his anger down and considered the offer. This guy looked like a total idiot, some Twisted Sister rocker type who was high out of his damn mind. His outfit was weird as hell, but at the same time, he didn’t look that out of place in the eclectic crowd, with his mesh shirt and white pants almost as tight as Billy’s jeans. He looked wild, an untamed mane of hair giving off the impression that he had been born headbanging, and in all honesty, he looked...interesting. Intriguing? 

Something.

Billy was still pissed at him for bumping into him—seriously, when he had turned around, he had expected to see someone twice this guy’s size just based off of the sheer force of it—but he could go for some free weed. And maybe some booze. And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t know much about Santa Carla or who was who around town, and he could use a guide.

“Fine,” he sneered.

Blondie grinned and grabbed his arm—why the fuck was he so strong?—and dragged him through the crowd. Bodies slammed into Billy as the two squeezed past, but the mystery guy didn’t seem to have any issue navigating the flood of people, as if they didn’t even bother him. 

Weird.

“Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before,” he commented, turning on his heel to walk backwards and face Billy as he spoke. “You new in town?”

“You could say that.” Billy said as he shoved someone out of his way.

The guy just kept grinning that stupid grin. “Name’s Paul.”

“...Billy.”

They were finally on the edges of the crowd, Paul leading the way around the back of the stands. There was nobody else lingering around, just like he had hoped. It was a quiet spot, hidden from the chaos and noise of the bandstand, and the perfect place for a clandestine meeting or a quick snack...although now, Paul wasn’t really sure which one he was hoping for. 

“Billy, huh?” Paul asked, trying not to grin like a madman. “Where you from?”

“Little further south.” Billy said. He didn’t want to even consider telling anyone that he had just lived in Hawkins fucking Indiana for a year. “LA.”

Paul could tell there was more to his story than that, but he didn’t push.

“So...what, you come to Santa Carla for fun?” he asked as he lit the joint. “Or...are you running from somethin’?”

When Billy gave him an angry look, he knew he was on the right track. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Billy growled, snatching the joint out of Paul’s hand. He inhaled deeply, fighting the cough that was building in his chest. It had been a long fucking time since he had been offered weed, but he wasn’t about to look like a total pussy and hack a lung up. 

Paul could see the way he resisted and forced his body to behave. He could hear his heartbeat change. He appreciated the way that Billy was trying so hard to act so tough in front of him...and, honestly, he appreciated the way that Billy didn’t seem to have that natural fear that humans usually did. 

“Whatcha runnin’ from?” he asked, taking the joint back. 

“The hell do you care?” Billy snapped. 

Paul shrugged. “Just curious. I’m a people person, I guess.”

Billy forced a smile onto his face. It was in his best interests to be nice to this guy, he figured, and he knew how to do the whole smile and nod and be fucking polite routine. 

“You been here a while?” he asked as Paul handed him the joint again. 

The blonde broke into a laughing fit.

 How fucking high was this guy?

Billy took a hit and watched Paul clutching at his sides. He was laughing like a fucking hyena, as if Billy had just made the funniest joke in the world. Well, he was glad for the positive attention, at least...maybe this guy wouldn’t be half bad? 

“Oh yeah, a while,” Paul managed to squeeze out between cackles. “Long ass time. I know everything about Santa Carla.”

“Yeah? So you know who’s who around here?” Billy asked, starting to feel the effects of the (surprisingly, suspiciously, strong) weed. 

Paul’s laughter faded into something a touch more sinister and he leaned in, blue eyes suddenly so dangerous. “Oh, Billy Boy, you wanna know who’s in charge of Santa Carla?”

Billy couldn’t speak. He just held Paul’s gaze, refusing to break it, refusing to move and lose whatever weird ass energy he suddenly felt between them. He didn’t realize it, but he was being fucking brave, and Paul was impressed...because Paul was desperately trying to get into his head, and he couldn’t.

And that fascinated him. It also sealed Billy’s fate--any urges Paul had to take a bite out of him were gone, and he way preferred the thought of turning him and keeping him around instead. 

“I’ll tell ya who owns Santa Carla,” he said, reaching up to twirl a strand of Billy’s hair around his finger. “But can you hang?”

“What the fuck do you mean can I hang?” Billy spat venomously, teeth bared as he bristled. “What the fuck do you think?”

Paul just grinned, moving his hand to brush a rough thumb over Billy’s cheek. He tried one last time to get into that pretty head of his, staring into his eyes as he searched for something, anything, and once again...he came up totally empty. 

Weird.

“Yeah, I think you’ll fit right in,” Paul decided, taking his joint back and stuffing it into his jacket. Then, he slung his arm around Billy’s shoulders, noticing how right it felt to have him there, and led him away from the bandstand. “C’mon. We gotta find Marko.”

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Marko was in the middle of whispering sweet nothings into a girl’s ear when Paul and Billy found him…and he was seriously pissed off by the interruption.

“Hey, what gives?” He growled as Paul grabbed him by the jacket and hauled him away from the bonfire.

“You havin’ fun, Marko?” Paul sneered down at him.

“Paul, I swear to fucking god, I am so hungry right now and if you don’t let me—who the fuck is that?”

Billy was standing there, hands in his jacket pockets, watching the two of them. Observing. Catching every little movement, honing in on every breath and shift of their weight. He was looking on with the coolness and the calculation of a predator, Marko thought, in the same way that he and the boys watched the crowds of humans on the boardwalk.

Marko’s nostrils flared as he tried to catch the scent of vampire, but other than Paul and the rest of Santa Carla’s usual nighttime denizens, all he could smell was human.

He tilted his head slightly. No werewolf. No demon. Just…human. Gorgeous human, but still…just human.

“What the hell is this?” He hissed at Paul, watching Billy from the corner of his eye. “Why’re you parading him around like this?”

“You mighta noticed Billy here is a little special,” Paul put a hand on the back of Marko’s neck and guided him towards Billy. “I think we should introduce him to the rest of the gang.”

Marko glanced up at him like he was crazy.

Then, Paul leaned down, his lips next to Marko’s ear as he whispered, “I can’t get in his head. At all.”

Marko frowned at that. “You were never particularly good at it,” he mumbled as he looked Billy over.

Okay, yeah. He could see why Paul hadn’t just eaten him. The guy was handsome, and he was definitely their type, right down to the jewelry. But looks didn’t mean he could just join them…even though it was weird as shit that Marko couldn’t seem to get in his head, either, and David would probably want to know about that.

“You wanna tell your boyfriend to quit checkin’ me out?” Billy barked.

“Aw, Marko, you didn’t tell me we were dating,” Paul leaned on him, leering down.

Marko gave him an exasperated look. “…my mistake. We gonna go find David and Dwayne or what?”

“Good idea, man!” Paul clapped him on the shoulder and then let him go again, leading the way up towards the boardwalk stairs.

Billy and Marko fell in just behind him, the former looking down at the latter and considering him. His head was fuzzy from Paul’s weed, and maybe if he was totally sober, he would have been able to figure out what it was about Marko that felt so off.

He was good at watching people. It was something he had picked up from years of dealing with his shitty father. As a child, he had learned to watch and anticipate, because that was what gave him the best chance of ducking away from swinging fists. Now, as an adult, he watched and anticipated and always knew what people wanted, and it gave him the ability to charm them into doing whatever he wanted. It also gave him the ability to simply notice things, little things that other people probably ignored—like the way that Marko bit at his thumb when he was looking around, or the oddly threatening little shine in his eyes. He noticed the way that Paul, so wild and seemingly carefree, had little moments of calm in which he looked around and took in his surroundings, watching people the same way that Billy was watching him.

Billy was high, yeah…but he could still tell that something was up with these guys. He felt like he should be wary, but at the same time, he didn’t care; he had survived being flayed not that long ago, something that probably should have left his mind completely broken. Whatever these guys were up to didn’t scare him in the slightest. Gangbangers didn’t scare him. Serial killers didn’t scare him.

Humans didn’t scare him.

“I think you’re gonna love Santa Carla,” Paul said over his shoulder. “We got everything here.”

“You tried the Chinese place yet?” Marko asked, glancing up at Billy with a smirk. “To die for.”

“Just got in this morning,” Billy said coolly as they slipped into the crowd. “Only food I’ve had was some shitty diner.”

“Oh yeah?” Paul asked, immediately thinking about you and your shitty diner. “Which one?”

“Hell if I know.” Billy paused. “Waitress was hot though.”

Marko’s proverbial hackles immediately rose and he sneered, ready to tear him a new one if he really was talking about you. As much as he liked the looks of Billy, that didn’t mean he wanted the guy pawing at you. Before he could say anything, though, Paul cut in.

“You got a thing for waitresses?” He laughed loudly. “Real specific type, man.”

“Nah. This one was real cute, though.” Billy grinned. He could do this. He could handle guy talk. Just like the locker room back at Hawkins High.

Marko caught sight of his smile and his eyes widened slightly.

Okay.

That was damn near perfect.

He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d look with fangs, though.

“Marko, you got any idea where Dwayne is?” Paul asked, glancing back and forth.

“You know where he always goes,” Marko said. “That alley, over by—never mind, found him.”

The metallic scent of blood suddenly wrapped itself around them as Dwayne carved a path through the crowd. Well, at least someone had gotten a nice meal. And he had mostly cleaned up, save for a smear on his jaw, and when Paul saw it, he desperately wanted to lick it off. Would that be rude? Would Billy care? …why did he care if Billy cared? Fuck it, he needed some fresh blood in his system. Billy could deal with it.

“Been lookin’ for you, man!” Paul said as Dwayne joined them. He looked up at him hopefully, asking—begging—for permission, and when Dwayne tilted his chin up a nearly imperceptible amount, he knew he had gotten it.

Billy watched as Paul swiped a long tongue over Dwayne’s jaw…and he was frozen. He had never seen two guys doing shit like that together, and he couldn’t believe they were just…doing it out in public.

Not to mention it was pretty fucking weird to lick blood off of someone’s face after a fight. 

...Weird and a little erotic.

Neil would have a fucking heart attack if he saw. His father had beaten the shit out of him and called him a fag just for doing his hair. But here, these guys were totally unafraid, totally uncaring about the occasional glare thrown their way, and Billy couldn’t even fathom being so open about it. 

He watched as Paul seemed to purr something in Dwayne’s ear, the brunette snorting softly in amusement before nudging at Paul’s head with his nose. It was the simplest sort of affection, but it was something Billy had never even seen before…and he didn’t know if it pissed him off because he thought it was stupid, or because he was jealous.

“—back by the bikes,” he heard Dwayne say as he pulled himself out of his thoughts.

“He hasn’t been out at all?” Marko asked nervously. He didn’t want to think about how pissed off David would be if he was hungry, and he also didn’t want to think about David deciding to take a chunk out of Billy. 

Dwayne just shook his head and then led the way back through the crowds, the others following him. Billy kept his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his cigarette pack and lighter. He was as nervous as Marko sounded, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t let these guys know that the tone in Marko’s voice had him wary as hell, and he was bracing himself for whoever he was.

He couldn’t panic.

Not here.

Not in front of these total strangers. He never panicked in front of anyone, never showed any weakness, and he wasn’t about to start now.

The vampires all heard the way his heart rate increased and suddenly their attention was on him, even though they didn’t show it. They were listening intently, Dwayne prodding at Billy’s mind and finding the same walls that Paul and Marko had. He couldn’t figure it out, either; they never had this problem with humans, and as far as he could tell, this guy was just that.

Human.

Billy swallowed his anxiety back down and his pulse eventually slowed again. Paul and Marko shared a glance, but kept their mouths shut. They knew each other well enough to know what the other was thinking. They liked this new guy, and they both had the urge to help him. To make him feel at home in Santa Carla. Because they had the feeling--and their feelings were usually right--that he was a lost boy, just like them.

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“David, quit!” you laughed, shoving at him. 

He just grinned against your throat, teeth brushing over your skin. “Why, kitten? Gimme a good reason.”

“Because we’re in public!” You squealed as he pulled you up against him.

You were sitting backwards on his bike, facing him and half straddling his lap. He had his hands around your waist and his lips on your neck, not giving a damn if anybody saw—and they definitely saw, because you were putting on quite the show—and he was perfectly happy to stay right there and make you squirm. He could feel hunger gnawing away at him, but for the moment, you were keeping it at bay…and besides, he would way rather make out with you than go hunting.

“Can’t wait until you’re finally turned,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Why?” You asked breathlessly, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“‘Cause I won’t have to be so gentle.”

He dug his fingers into your sides for good measure and your face flushed when you felt how strong his grip was. Sometimes, you almost forgot that he could tear you in half as easily as you would a piece of paper, and whenever he reminded you, an excited little shiver flew down your spine.

“You like it rough, don’t you, kitten?” He purred, licking a line up your throat. “I can smell you gettin’ wet….”

“David,” you whined, tilting your head away to look at him. “Quit teasing me!”

“Oh, I’m not teasing. I’ll fuck you right here. Right now. C’mon.” He slipped his hands under your thighs and hoisted you the rest of the way onto his lap, laughing when you yelped in surprise.

His teeth found the side of your neck again and he nibbled at your skin, a low growl rumbling in his throat. You couldn’t help but melt against him, sighing happily as you stroked his hair. It was moments like these, where David was so calm and loving, that you loved the most. Nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you, the rest of the world fading away even though the boardwalk was crowded and loud.

“I love you, David,” you murmured.

He hummed, his grip on you tightening. He wasn’t great at saying the words, even though there were only three of them, and you had only ever heard him utter them once. That didn’t matter, though, because you knew that he felt it, and you didn’t need to hear it out loud when he was so good at showing you in so many other ways.

“You’re too good for me, kitten.” He said, kissing the side of your head.

“Not true,” you smiled, nuzzling his cheek.

You heard that growl-purr rising again.

And then, he froze.

David fell completely still, for just a moment, just long enough for you to notice. When you pulled back, you saw his eyes trained on something behind you, and when you twisted around to see, you were greeted with the sight of the rest of your boys…

And one extra.

On the one hand, you were glad to see the hot guy from the diner. He really did fit in with the rest of the boys, walking next to Paul with his hands in his pockets and a very devil may care attitude about him. At night, surrounded by the dark sky and the bright lights of the boardwalk, he was even hotter than he had been earlier that day, and you didn’t mind the idea of adding him to the gang...On the other hand, you really, really didn’t want David to tear him in half.

“Sweetheart,” David drawled as he looked over your head. “That wouldn’t happen to be your boy, would it?”

“Uh…” you floundered as they got closer, “see, when you say it like that…”

“Oh, damn, looks like you two made up!” Marko taunted, that cute little sneer that you loved so much plastered on his face.

“This is Billy,” Paul said, nudging the new guy forward. “He wants to hang with us.”

Billy gave him an annoyed grunt as he was shoved, but he held himself back from slugging him. The platinum blond dude on the bike looked extremely fucking pissed off, and Billy couldn’t really blame him...if he had just gotten interrupted by these goons while he had a hot girl like you on his lap, he would have blown a gasket. 

You looked absolutely delicious perched there, too. 

“Well, you got me disappointed, doll,” Billy said nonchalantly, ignoring the guy behind you and the way his eyes narrowed angrily. “I was kinda hopin’ you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

You stared at him. Okay, yeah, you thought that was pretty hot...you were used to Surf Nazis making passes at you, but they were gross and always just pissed you off. This, though...this had you a little bit breathless. “Oh, wow...”

David glanced down at you and snorted angrily before slipping away to grab Billy by the front of his jacket. “Who the fuck are you?”

Billy just met his gaze. Yeah. This guy was scarier than Paul. By a lot. But he wasn’t scarier than a brain monster from another dimension...and he wasn’t scarier than Neil Hargrove. 

Not by a longshot.

You watched as Billy sneered back at David, something that even the rest of Santa Carla’s vampires rarely did. 

It was...pretty hot.

“Billy Hargrove,” the human said, lip raised slightly. “Who the fuck are you?”

David just stared at him. 

Billy smelled like leather and motor oil and cigarettes and weed, a combination that David loved because that’s what his boys smelled like, and it made his nose twitch. When he had grabbed Billy, he had noticed how solid he was, and David hated, he fucking hated, that he had to look up to meet his gaze. It was like getting up in Dwayne’s face...except Dwayne was chill and this guy was like a powder keg waiting to explode. 

Then again, so was David.

He didn’t understand why the boys hadn’t just eaten him. This guy was dangerous, he could tell, and if he was too aggressive, then there was no fucking way they’d get along well enough for him to join the gang. And the worst part, the most horrible part (besides the lovey dovey eyes everybody was making at him), was that Billy’s mind was totally closed off. 

It didn’t make any sense. He looked like a human. He smelled like a human. Billy Hargrove was a fucking human, just a guy, and for the first time in his nearly 80 years of being an undead fiend, David couldn’t get into a human’s head. He had run into this problem with other species, sure--werewolves were difficult, zombies didn’t have much going on upstairs, witches tended to be able to keep him out if they knew what they were doing...but there was nothing to indicate that Billy wasn’t a normal human.

But clearly, he wasn’t normal, and as much as he hated it, David wanted to keep him around to figure out what the hell was going on.

“David.” he finally growled. “And I wanna know what the hell you’re doin’ on my boardwalk.”

“Wanna let me go before you start askin’ questions?” Billy sneered. 

“Watch your fucking mouth,” David snarled, tightening his grip. 

“Or what?” Billy challenged. 

“Alright, okay,” you suddenly appeared between them, easing David off of Billy with a hand on each of their chests. “That’s enough of that.”

Billy looked down at your hand and then back up at David. He had a shit eating grin on his face that would have totally sealed the deal and had David ripping his head off then and there if you weren’t in the way. 

“Move, doll,” David growled. 

“Absolutely not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest and facing him head on. 

“Why?”

“Because...” you turned slightly, looking up at Billy Hargrove with a small smile on your face. “I think I like this one.”

David looked between you and Billy and you could practically see him thinking. You could tell that he was communicating with the others, too, and finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he gave a little nod. 

“Alright. Fine.” he said, taking a small step back. “Come back to our place, Billy. Let’s see if you can hang.”

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Part 1 of Trials and Tribulations of Raising a Feral Desert Child.

Not sure how I’ll post this on ao3 since I only have a small part done but I thought I’d post it here for now. Also some of this was in italics but got messed up so yeah, you should still be able to tell.

Tw for small mention of Shiro’s illness Incase that might upset anyone.

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Keith was an interesting kid to say the least. Shiro had taken him under his wing just weeks ago and he was starting to think he couldn’t handle this by himself.

First off he probably should’ve known he was in over his head when he had to get the kid out of juvie just two hours after meeting. But Shiro had seen the fire in Keith’s eyes. The kid was going to be something great, but only if he got some help. Otherwise he might end up dead in a ditch. Shiro didn’t like that thought so his decision was pretty easy to make. He would make sure Keith stayed out of as much trouble as possible and got the future he wanted. No one else seemed very keen on giving the kid a chance.

Keith had taken him up on the offer of joining the Garrison, and when Shiro first saw him flying the practice simulator he saw the despondent distant kid light up. The kid was born to fly, Shiro could relate.

But Shiro was just one person. A tired, disabled guy with a time limit dangling over his head. Even if he had a few good year’s before he got worse, he needed to make sure Keith was set up for success by that time. Wait, when did I start thinking like a responsible adult.

The moment Shiro realized he actually needed to ask for help, was when the kid unofficially under his care decked another cadet in the middle of school. Definitely not an ideal situation.

Shiro just had a talk with the kid, he believed in him, he really did. But they had to do something about his ‘punch first talk it out later’ behavior, and Shiro thought he had just the right person to ask for help.

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Adam was skeptical at first about the kid Shiro had taken under his wing. Based on the haphazard way the two met he assumed nothing good would come of this mess. But Shrio looked like an excited puppy whenever he mentioned how the bored and lonely kid lit up while flying. And Adam wasn’t fond of ruining his boyfriends happiness. Even if that meant getting a delinquent thirteen year old into a prestigious space academy.

So when Takashi asked him if he could help Keith control some of his anger, Adam reluctantly agreed. He had his own issue with a fiery temper and figured he could at least give a few solutions.

Takashi had told them both to meet at an outdoor table in an out of the way courtyard on garrison property. The day was hot, the Texas heat still beating down on the state’s population. The lack of clouds or breeze didn’t help.

As he rounded a corner he found the slightly discolored picnic table already occupied. Takashi was standing and talking to a young teen, with a gentle reassurance.

Adam had only ever seen Keith’s Garrison ID picture, so his casual weekend attire was new. The thirteen year old was sitting cross legged on the table, watching Adam with a hawkish suspicion, dark eyes following his every move.

His bandaged fingers were messing with the hem of his sun faded black cargo shorts, they had obviously been mended many times if the extra stitching and occasional patch meant anything.

He wore a loose gray and black striped t-shirt and his black hair was cut into a choppy mullet. Adam wouldn’t be surprised if the kid had cut his hair himself. His other gloved hand was resting on the sun warmed wooden table.

Takashi stopped talking as he noticed Adam’s appearance. “Hey, babe.” He must’ve already mentioned their relationship. “I should be back in around an hour.”

Takashi turned to say something to Keith that Adam couldn’t quite make out then headed around the corner.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Keith.” Adam gave a small smile. He wasn’t sure where he was supposed to sit, with the kid sitting on top of the table instead of at a bench. But he figured he might as well go with it.

Adam pulled up another nearby picnic table and sat on the edge of the tabletop. As much as he tried to show a put together and careful presence. He also liked sitting criss-cross-applesauce like a normal human being.

Keith seemed to find this amusing as he let a small smile grace his recently bandaged face. Though he did stay firmly silent, not answering Adam’s attempt at conversation.

“So Shiro asked me if I could talk to you?” Keith’s face remained blank. Great, this was going to be sooo easy.

“So you got into a bit of trouble, cause you have a bit of a tem—.” “I punched Griffin in the face.” Keith said his name like a bad word, “He deserved it.” Keith’s left hand was drumming against the worn down wood of the table. He looked bored, like he’d had this same conversation more times than he could remember. Based on what he’d heard from Takashi, he probably had.

“Well, yes. You punched another student in the face on school grounds, during a class. Obviously you can’t keep doing that.” Adam tried to make eye contact with Keith to really drive home the message, but Keith didn’t seem keen on eye contact, so Adam just looked at the kid while Keith looked at his hands. This is going fantastic.

“May I ask, why do you think he deserved it?”

Keith’s posture stiffened and his response was short and mumbled, Adam couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

“Could you repeat that?”

Keith cracked his knuckles and for a second Adam thought he was going to be beaten up by a middle schooler. Which would be really embarrassing. But thankfully Keith just repeated himself.

“He said I didn’t deserve to be here.”

“Well, that’s obviously not an okay thing to say, and he should be spoken to about it. But I don’t feel as if that’s worth attacking someone over.”

Keith scoffed, “Well then we don’t seem to agree.”

Teenagers really are nightmares. But it didn’t feel like the full story. Keith was holding something back, something probably important.

“Why are you qualified to talk to me about this anyway?” Keith switched the questions onto him.

Adam sighed, was he really going to tell some brat about his middle school years. “Well, I get the anger for one. I used to have quite the temper when I was younger, I still kind of do.” At this admission Keith perked up a bit.

“When I was a kid I got overwhelmed really easily, I never had a lot of friends cause I would yell at people when I was stressed.” Adam picked at some lint on his shirt hem. “But I was able to get some help, I don’t yell at people anymore.”

“Well that seems ridiculous, how’re you supposed to change a stress response?” Keith side eyed him with cynical skepticism.

“It’s not like I don’t get overwhelmed or frustrated anymore, I’ve just learned better ways to deal with it. Instead of being aggressive about it, I try to be more sarcastic about stuff that stresses me out. That way I still have an outlet, but I’m not taking it out on innocent people.”

Keith nodded a bit as if trying to understand.

Adam continued, pulling a small stress ball out of his bag. “I also carry one of these around with me, so when I notice myself getting upset I can squeeze this and try to let some of the tension out.”

Keith cocked his head to the side almost resembling a cat. “So you’re sarcastic and carry a stress ball?” He gestured to himself, “I don’t think that’s going to fix me.” His eyes were harsh and his voice monotone.

“I’m not trying to fix you kid,” Adam tried to phrase it another way. “But if we can find tools to help you control your anger, then wouldn’t that help you too?”

Keith crossed his arms.

“I just thought that maybe if you had a punching bag, or could listen to some heavy metal it might calm you down.”

“I don’t hate that idea actually.” Finally we’re getting somewhere “Can I tape a picture of Griffin's face to the punching bag?”

“You know what, sure. As long as you refrain from hitting the real guy, go ahead.”

Adam spent the rest of the hour with Keith by showing him some of his favorite stress release music, and giving him directions to the Garrison gym, where a few punching bags resided.

By the time Shiro showed up and the kid left, Adam wasn’t sure how he felt.

He seemed a bit standoffish and bored, but was willing to take some instruction if he got to pitch in.

Maybe Shiro was right about this kid. Or maybe he’s an idiot with a heart too big and inability to leave someone behind.

Adam shouldered his bag and headed back to his and Shiro’s little Garrison issued house.

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oh can I request an obiwan x Jedi!reader? Where they are on a mission and get hurt and tend to each other's wounds and it ends up really sweet and soft and so one of them confesses and they have their first kiss?? You can change any part of this if you want and if it's too specific! Also, no pressure ❤️

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pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: injury; obi's pretty worried; kinda suggestive; sleazy men 🙄; momentary mentions of abuse, trafficking, drug use/dealing, and gambling

a/n: eeee squealing bc this is adorable! took kinda a diff turn than i was expecting, but hope you like it -- tysm for the submission, anon 🥰 also mullet!obi is so pretty just LOOK AT HIM 😭😭 feel free to send in more requests 😭💖

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You shifted uneasily in your outfit, the fabric scratching your skin. It showed more than you would’ve liked, hugging your body tightly. You’d give anything to change back into your warm but comfortable robes, but you had a job to do.

Going over the plan again in your head, it seemed simple and routine, nothing that you hadn’t handled before. But a simple drugs bust seemed like something the Republic security force should be handling, not the Jedi Council.

“How much longer, Obi-Wan?” you groaned into your comms piece hidden in your ear. You walked into the club and quickly scoped out the occupants and an exit route.

“Not much longer,” came a low reply. “Just act natural.”

“Says you,” you retorted, searching the crowd for him as you neared the bar.

He was adorned in a fitted suit. The style was rather conservative, but still looked lovely in the soft light of the hanging lanterns. He had brushed his longer locks back, revealing his freshly shaven beard. You couldn’t help but smile in his direction before turning towards the bar for a much-needed drink.

You sipped your drink, sighing as you adjusted your outfit yet again. “Explain to me why we need to wear these stupid disguises.”

“In order to oust these dealers, we have to look the part,” Obi-Wan explained patiently. “For what it’s worth, you’re beautiful. Are you -- are you drinking?”

You were unfazed by his previous comment and rolled your eyes as you took another sip, its sweet taste on your tongue. “I need something to help me through the night," you pointed out. “Besides, this isn’t our first rodeo.”

Before Obi-Wan could protest, his voice came in low. “There he is, approaching the bar,” he warned you. “All we need is information. The authorities will handle the rest later.”

“But what if things need to get messy?”

“Luckily for you, I’m good at cleaning.”

“Hilarious.”

“Who might you be?” the dealer mused, his eyes floating up and down your figure.

You smiled, locking your gaze with his. “Whatever you want me to be.”

He chuckled. “Good answer,” he said. “How might I help such a pretty creature?”

“Be careful,” came Obi-Wan's voice through your earpiece.

Pouting, your finger circled the rim of your glass suggestively. “A friend told me this is where I should come to find paradise...if you know what I mean...” you trailed off. “I need some help forgetting an ex.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “Must be some stupid bastard if he dropped you.”

“Maybe,” you said. “But how do you know it wasn’t me who cut him off?”

He licked his lips. “You look too soft.”

You downed the rest of your drink. “You’re sweet,” you breathed as you leaned in. “So what do you think? Wanna treat me?”

“Tempting,” he chuckled. “Follow me.”

As you followed him out of the thick atmosphere of the club, you lightly bumped into Obi-Wan, who slipped you your saber. You tucked the hilt into a cutout of your clothing.

The dealer led you to a larger room, more of a warehouse than anything. Your hand immediately shot up to cover your nose from the strong smells. Looking around cautiously, you noticed several armed guards surrounding the work area, where droids and masked workers were busy packaging up the goods.

“This is it,” the dealer said, gesturing. “What do you think?”

“Quite impressive,” you said. “You must be proud.”

“I am,” he said pompously. “You want to know what I think?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Enlighten me.”

His hand shot out, catching your throat in a bruising grip, slowly lifting you off your feet. Panic flooded your body as he nearly dug his nails into your skin. You clawed at his arms, but his hand was unforgiving.

“I think that you’re a Jedi, and you’re not who you say you are,” he said as he pulled his blaster from his belt. The armed guards began making their way over.

You tried laughing. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you managed to croak as you struggled. Seeing his unchanging and rather serious expression, you sighed. “Fine, fine, you got me,” you said with a small smile. “What gave me away?”

“I know your face,” the dealer grunted.

“Well done, you,” you said before quickly drawing your saber and cutting his blaster in half.

He yelled in shock as he staggered back into some oncoming guards. They began shooting blindly at you, hoping one of their shots would land. Unfortunately for them, you were quick on your feet. Even though you had a drink, your senses were on high alert. The only thing that ached was your neck.

You should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“Obi-Wan!” you shouted into your earpiece. “A little help would be great!”

“On my way,” he said, his voice taught. “Get out of there if you can.”

A blaster charge singed your shoulder. “That’s going to be a bit difficult!” you protested, deflecting a charge to one last standing guard, leaving the dealer exposed and unprotected.

“Jedi scum!” he growled, pulling a smaller gun from his belt.

Before you could react, a flash of bright blue shot out from behind you, effectively slicing the dealer’s hands clean off. The stench of charred flesh cut through the sweet scent of the drugs.

“Rather unoriginal for an insult, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan shot.

“You chopped my kriffing hands off!” the dealer wailed. “Who do you think you are?”

“Frankly I think you deserve much worse,” Obi-Wan said. “Let’s see, dealing illegal drugs, gambling, trafficking, abuse...I'd say you ticked all the boxes for a one way ticket to prison.”

The dealer's eyes were bloodshot. "I'll kill you!"

By that time, undercover officers came in and took the dealer off your hands.

You felt yourself relax a little, but then the pain began settling in. You knew you’d have a bruise on your neck for weeks, as well as scarred skin from that blaster. Slowly inhaling, you leaned against the railing before Obi-Wan rushed over.

“Thanks for stepping in,” you said.

His fingers swept over your injured shoulder, earning a hiss from you. His expression was filled with worry as he offered a hand. You gladly took it, and he swung your arm over his shoulder to escort you out the back door.

By the time the two of you got back to your speeder, you could feel yourself getting drowsy. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the powdered drug spores in the air.

“Home,” was all you could say.

“We have to get you to the infirmary,” Obi-Wan said as the two of you made your way back to the temple.

You shook your head, feeling yourself fading fast. “I’m fine. I just want to go home...”

As Obi-Wan called your name, you didn’t realize you’d given in to the dark.

--

A cool sensation to your shoulder was the first thing you felt when you came to.

You opened your eyes to a familiar ceiling. Shifting your gaze to the side of the bed you lay in, you noticed Obi-Wan hard at work trying to spread ointment on your shoulder. His blue eyes were focused on you, on your skin, then the next moment, they were focused on yours.

“You’re awake,” he said with relief. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admitted. “I’m never doing that again.”

He smiled through his beard. “Rest. You’re safe now.”

“Of course,” you said, your eyes soft as you looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Although,” he began, “you were a bit reckless.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes you have to be a bit reckless to get results, especially with slippery drug dealers.” You sighed. “And if that means putting myself at risk, then so be it.”

“You sound too much like Anakin,” Obi-Wan groaned.

You laughed. “He has a point, though.”

You were quiet when he ran his fingers over the marks on your neck. Even as his touch was like a feather, pain still erupted over your sensitive skin. Your eyes widened at remembering the sensation, a small whimper escaping your throat. You let your guard down for one second because of your arrogance, and you paid the price.

Obi-Wan bore concern in his eyes, along with a mixture of other emotions that couldn't be mentioned. “A cold compress ought to do it.”

Just as he got up, your hand shot out to grab his wrist. He looked back at you with surprise.

“Stay,” you whispered. “I’m fine.”

“But you’re in pain,” he said softly. “I’ll only be a moment.”

“I just...I need you,” you insisted. “Please.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but ended up sitting back down at your bedside. He held your hand in his, his callused thumb laying gentle strokes across your skin.

You didn’t know where this sudden desperation came from, and you hadn’t felt that way since joining the Jedi Order. You were only an infant when they took you in. You knew you were safe, but there was always some part of you that was fearful. Fearful of the future, fearful that you’d end up a failure, fearful of the people that could leave you.

Although Obi-Wan was a bit older than you, something about him made you feel safe. Maybe it was his presence within the Force, or his warm smile that caught you off guard, or the way he glanced at you across the room during meetings. He gifted you a certain warmth.

Or maybe it was all in your head.

He gently said your name, bringing you back to the moment.

“What's troubling you?”

You furrowed your brow. “Nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I know that look,” he pointed out. “You’re hiding something.”

“Am not,”you insisted.

Seeing that as a battle he wasn't ever going to win, he sighed. “Now will you let me get you something for your neck?” he asked softly.

You shook your head.

He chuckled. “Will you let me take you to get something for your neck?”

That you could do.

Without a warning, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the small bathroom attached to his room. He sat you on the counter while he wet a rag with cold water.

He did his best to be as gentle as he could, pressing the cold into your bruise. Your eyes never left his, watching him concentrate.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. “I never should’ve sent you in on your own.”

You shook your head. “It would’ve been too obvious. Besides, I volunteered --”

“I could’ve lost you.” His jaw tightened as he wet the rag again. “It’s...it’s my greatest fear. Losing you.”

“Fear?” you echoed. “But I thought...”

“My fear and strong attachment to you,” he finished. “If left untended, could lead to...”

He trailed off into silence at the inevitable.

You took his face in your hands, making him meet your eyes. “You won’t lose me, not now not ever,” you said. You smiled. “You’re impossible to live without.”

His blue eyes were glossy. “Wh-what?”

“You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, are impossible to live without,” you repeated. “You are my haven. My home. You always have been. It was only a matter of time since I met you before...” You let go of his cheeks, looking away with embarrassment. “Obi-Wan, I --”

You were suddenly aware of how close he was. He was stationed between your legs as you sat on the counter. He had leaned closer as you held his face, now only inches from your lips. You could feel his sweet, warm breath against your skin, along with a desire for more.

But you couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

He was close, so close.

Too close.

Your mind was in a thick fog.

“Can I...?” came the almost inaudible question.

You gave a small nod, your eyes only on his lips.

He leaned closer until his lips pressed into yours for a moment before pulling back. His eyes were wide as he searched your gaze for any signs of panic. When you sighed, grasping onto his robes to keep him close, he took that as a signal to kiss you again, deeper.

You had always heard what kisses could be like, but you never thought you'd ever experience one yourself.

His hands slowly trailed from your thighs to your hips and waist, holding you with so much caution and anticipation, as if you were going to break. You could feel his fingers trembling as yours trailed up his chest to his neck.

Your mind was lost, but you didn’t feel that it was.

His lips fell away from yours, and you sighed.

“Obi...”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You brushed your lips over his cheek. “Don’t apologize.”

He whispered your name in your ear, along with a ghostly, “I love you.”

As he lay fluttering kisses over the bruises on your neck, your breath hitched in your throat. You closed your eyes, imprinting the sensation in your mind.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

#anonymous #request #anon #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan #obi wan x reader #kenobi x reader #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #reader insert #angst #fluff #kenobi series #requests open

[i-mushi]

Cloud meeting the Mobile Unit (yeah Green Dreams stuff!!!)

Don't get your hopes up too much! I'm just playing FFVII Rebirth and I'm at Junon, which is so full of nostalgia that I couldn't stop myself. I just have to remind myself that writing GD became a chore, I have new projects, I don't really know where the plot was going to end up, but then... Barret in a sailor costume... polygonal Cloud, Barret, and Tifa playing Fort Condor! I'm not that strong!

(I'm VERY rusty with these characters omg and also suck at screenshots)

Cloud and Zack’s usual training space had been taken over by a grenadiers special training day, so they were outside on another spot not far from the main garages. The sound of heavy metal as some of the mechanics worked on the vehicles was their background instead of the clang of other swords as Zack took Cloud through some grip-switch techniques to handle different kinds of enemy weapons.

The first warning was the thrum of engines growing into a steady roar, then the whooping and hollering that only one unit was known for. Zack broke off his demonstration to grin and settle back on his heels as a cloud of dust and noise so loud it used to make Cloud wince approached.

“You ever met the Mobile Unit, Cloud?” Zack asked as Roche’s distinctive mullet emerged from all the dust, as always the man astride his motorcycle. Cloud shook his head, since in this time he hadn’t, and also because Roche looked only a bit younger, but his ride wasn’t nearly as upgraded. Cloud had actually modified Fenrir off one of Roche’s old bikes. He never found out what happened to the Second after the fall of Shinra.

“Hey, friends!” Roche called, swinging off the bike and striding forward with a huge grin. “What’s a First doing out here? Wanna take a ride?” He gestured at the rest of his unit who were hopping off their bikes and wheeling them toward the garages.

“I’m training, Roche, but good to see you. Dealt with that behemoth out toward the Grasslands?”

“Ha! As if we’d come back without the job done!” Roche’s laugh had seemed fake when Cloud first met him, but he really did just laugh like that. “And who’s this?”

“This is Cloud, Third class and my student. Cloud, this is the captain of the Mobile Unit, Roche. He’s always good for a good time.”

“Do you ride, my friend?” Roche asked, leaning down into Cloud’s face. It was eerily like he used to do when they were on opposite sides—not that Roche had any particular loyalty to Shinra. Cloud suspected he just wanted the cutting edge tech that came with being part of the company.

“I have.”

“Yeah? When?” Zack asked, looking curious.

Cloud shrugged and looked away. “I didn’t walk to Midgar.”

Roche burst into laughter, tilting his head back with his hands on his hips. Zack chuckled too. “If you want to ride, Third class, we’ve always got seats,” Roche offered.

“Hey, don’t go poaching my apprentice!” Zack waved Roche off and turned back to Cloud. “I’ve still got half an hour before Seph starts getting mad. Let me see you switch grips.”

Roche waved and turned back to his unit, and Cloud kept his eyes firmly on his hands, thinking about the first time they’d met before. Zack noticed his discomfort but couldn’t pinpoint why.

#green dreams #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #fanfiction #roche

[bowiebond]

Billy who thought he was gay having a full blown crisis over his growing crush on the Queen of Hawkins, Stevie aka Stephanie (🙄) Harrington.

At first he’s shocked because, how could that be? Billy has never been truly interested in women, even if he had slept with more than a few (whether it was for survival/manipulation/reputation, etc). Sure, a holes a hole, but he’s never wanted to kiss one. To hold a girls hand and take her for a joyride in his car, do couple shit. Actually found her attractive.

Though, Stevie isn’t really a girly girl. She’s got cropped short hair that’s almost a mullet, only just taller than him, wears boxy jumpers and polos that make her shoulders broader than most girls. She’s boyish, a total tomboy really, and he’s surprised she was popular in a small hick town when she…well she acts and dresses like a butch.

She seems like a total ‘carpet muncher’ (as coined by the basketball team) and Billy’s crush seems even dumber and more unattainable when he finds out she lost her popularity status and her ‘good looks’ because she was outed; she had been dating Nancy Wheeler. The girl seemed to get out of the fire scott-free though when she jumped ship to Jonathan Byers.

Stevie had been left to burn in the towns snide comments even when she had almost had an out, ditching her old friends after they sprayed ‘dyke wheeler’ on the movie cinema. Turns out she threw herself under the bus after she got into a fist fight with Nancy’s new piece, Jonathan.

So not only was he a gay man apparently in love with a lesbian, but the object of his affections was already hated by most of the town. Apparently the only reason she didn’t get disowned was because she claimed to like boys too and would stick to them. Probably a bold faced lie, but if it wasn’t…

Billy wouldn’t pursue her. He couldn’t. Surely not. She wasn’t a guy and Billy hadn’t spent years in grief over him being gay to just find the ‘right girl’ for him.

Except he stews on the thought. It would be perfect, wouldn’t it? His life would be easier if Stevie really was just the right girl he was waiting for. It’s the only thing that makes him pursue her.

She’s cold and bitter towards him at first, not trusting it, but Billy can tell he’s wearing her down, bit by bit, enticing small smiles and soft chuckles.

Stevie’s not a prude it seems. He takes her on the joyride he had been dreaming about and he is vibrating from how happy he is around her, can’t explain it for the life of him, and she crawls into his lap the moment he turns the car off, parked at the quarry with the intent of star gazing maybe, or throwing rocks and shit. Whatever suited Stevie.

She kisses him like she’s starving, tugging the handle beside his seat to snap it back so she doesn’t hit her head on the roof of the car, her hands feeling every inch of him.

She doesn’t undress herself, just tugs her pants down her thighs and sits on his cock like it’s her throne, and Billy can see now why she was royalty once in Hawkins, that wicked smile of victory on her lips as she leans down to kiss him hard.

Billy’s pretty sure he’s in love and it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s fallen into it. Stevie and him aren’t a secret. In fact, him dating her both downgrades his status and lifts hers. They’re pretty much equals, entirely average now, thanks to their relationship.

And the sex; fuck, the sex is good. Billy didn’t think it would be. Sex with women in the past had been performative at best, all about looking good and trying not to wilt at their annoying moans, but Stevie never hesitant to push him around, take what she wants with low groans and breathy moans, and it sends a spark down his spine every time.

She’ll pull his hair, bite his lip, swear under her breath in a low voice - tell Billy how fucking filthy and pretty he is like Stevie’s not the pretty one…in a weirdly boyish way. Stevie’s not pretty in a girly way, but Billy’s not sure if he can say that to her face. It seems rude, but Stevie is kind of just…a handsome girl? He couldn’t explain it.

They had been dating five months when Stevie turns to him one night, the pair tucked in her flannel bed.

“…Would you ever date a guy?”

It makes Billy’s heart seize, but after a moment, Billy realises he doesn’t have to be scared of her. She liked both. Had never hid that part of herself from him or anyone really.

“Would you call me crazy if I said I thought I was gay before you?”

Stevie doesn’t answer. It’s too dark to see her face. But she does kiss him. Soft and tentative before she pressed harder, molded herself to him.

Billy expects another round. Expects to feel a wet heat around his cock like normal, but instead there’s spit-soaked fingers at his rim, poking, prodding, pushing in deep as his head swims with confusion and lust.

He cums on his girlfriends fingers twice that night and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, even if he’s not entirely sure why she even wanted to do that. Most girls didn’t.

Stevie owns a bunch of old makeup she never wears anymore. Refuses to actually. But she’ll touch it if she can put it on Billy, sitting in his lap and applying blue shadow to his eyes. She’ll only wear gloss if it’s from his lips, kissing it off and tasting artificial strawberries with an appreciative hum.

Stevie has two closets. One filled with dresses and skirts and blouses, all collecting dust, and another with polos and khakis and a growing collection of jeans after Billy infected her style. He lost his leather jacket to her and he doesn’t regret it one bit. It looks better on her. Looks the best when it’s all Stevie is wearing, rutting her pussy against his leaking cock.

They’re seven months in when Stevie gets into his car in tears one day and just says, “I can’t do it anymore.”

Billy goes cold at the thought that she meant them. And in a way, she did, but it’s so much more complicated than Billy could possibly understand according to her.

So he opens himself to understanding. Drives them to her place and sits on her bed with her and waits. Says he’ll keep waiting until she says what she needs to.

“I…I don’t wanna be your girlfriend, Billy. I never wanted to be.” He wishes he had kicked her out of the car instead of staying now. Wishes he had saved himself the hurt of those words. Seven months of his everything had meant nothing and— “I wanna be your boyfriend.”

It’s confusing. Billy doesn’t really get it at first when he asks her to explain, but slowly it starts to click. Her clothes, her hair, her boyish charm, her…

His refusal to wear makeup. His ability to spawn butterflies in Billy’s stomach. Why he wasn’t exactly a pretty girl, but now, no, now Billy can see that Stevie — Steve — is a very pretty boy.

It takes a little adjusting. The names easy; Steve didn’t mind Stevie since he chose the nickname forever ago with the knowledge it was a little more boyish, but Billy changed up the pet names. Good girl because good boy, princess became pretty boy, Queen became King.

The pronouns get jumbled at times; it’s hard to switch from public to private mode in general for Billy, but he has the incentive to try until he gets it right because the discomfort on Steve’s face is enough of a reason too. Because he really does love him and wants him to be happy. God, he’s a sap.

Billy’s too stubborn to let a good thing go, even if he knows there would be hell to pay for the both of them if anyone knew. Billy hid being a queer for years; at least he can play straight with his boyfriend in public. They both can, for now. It’s nice to know he can still hold Steve’s hand while out and about.

They make plans to leave the moment Billy graduates — Billy insists he’s willing to leave earlier since he’s already 18 and he wants away from Neil, and Steve waiting another year to be who is really is away from Hawkins would probably suck ass. But Steve can wait. He waited 18 years. He can wait one more to be with Billy as his boyfriend instead of his girlfriend. Even gets Billy to move in now that he’s 18, so they don’t have to be apart during the night and the mornings before they both part ways for school and work.

Sex’s is even better now in Billy’s opinion. Mostly because now he gets to try stuff he always wanted to. Like eating his boyfriends ass until he’s shaking and crying from bliss, soaking down his thighs and dripping onto the bed. Steve practically falls apart in his arms the first time he fucks his ass, thick and hard as he dragged his cock in and out of his puffy, stretched out hole. It’s not enough to make him cum, but Billy manages to get him off after, tasting his own cum as it leaks out of his aching hole and dragging his tongue up through the soaked mess of Steve’s cunt to bring him to the brink.

Billy has all the fun in the world when they do finally ditch Hawkins. He gets to take Steve to a proper toy shop and gets him a strap on. Which is both a blessing and a curse because Steve annihilates all thoughts from his mushy brain after destroying his ass with the stamina he didn’t know he had, and Steve likes to just,,, wear it. Around the house. And it drives Billy crazy seeing those straps fastened on his hips as he walks around in low hanging grey sweatpants. He knows it’s the euphoria of having a dick for Steve, but Billy really wants Steve’s dick like, all the time, and his horny brain can’t seperate those two things, okay?

At the end of the day, Billy is pretty damn sure he’s gay. Steve tries to tell him he’s bi because he did like Steve when he was a girl, but the debates never really gets solved or concluded because Billy’s firm in his belief.

His heart and dick just knew Steve was a boy. Simple as that.

Steve will never get it, will always roll his eyes and kiss him because the sentiment does make him a little giddy, but Steve doesn’t have to get it.

Billy’s soul knew his soulmate was a boy. That’s why he fell for Steve. Simple. As. That.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #trans steve harrington #ftm!steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #tw slurs #tw homophobia

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 12

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 4,580ish

Summary: You and Yoda have a chat. The Clone Wars rages through the galaxy. You are asked to help Obi-Wan and Anakin stopped Grievous and his ship.

Notes: This is the first of the Clone Wars part of the story. This is based on season 1 episode 4. I will definitely not be doing every episode, but I already have a list of the ones I do want to use. Hope you guys enjoy this one!

Obi-Wan woke up first. Opening his eyes, he was confused as he looked around. This wasn’t his room. Something on top of him move. He looked down to see you laying on top of him. You were asleep, the top half of you laying on his torso while your legs were in between his. You were so beautiful, lying there on top of him. Obi-Wan felt like he could stay in that moment forever. Unfortunately, his commutator on his wrist buzzed and he knew he was needed in the Council Chambers.

Using his signature against yours, Obi-Wan kept you asleep. Slowly, he moved out from underneath you. He stood up and looked down at where you lay on the couch. He knew he couldn’t just leave you there. Quickly and quietly, he entered your bedroom and pulled down the covers. Obi-Wan then went back and carefully picked you up from the couch and took you into your room. He gently laid you on your bed and placed the covers over you. Before he left, Obi-Wan placed a kiss on your temple.

Obi-Wan stopped by his room to change before heading to the Chambers. He caught a look at himself in the refresher mirror, causing him to pause. His hand ran back through his mullet and down into his beard. Obi-Wan didn’t feel like his look was very Jedi Council-worthy.

“Perhaps I need a haircut,” he muttered to himself.

His mind wandered to what you might think. Would you agree with him getting a haircut? What do you think would look good on him? Obi-Wan shook his head. This wasn’t Jedi-like at all. Your opinion on his hair shouldn’t matter to him. Yet, it was at the forefront of his mind. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan quickly pushed the thoughts from his mind. He couldn’t allow the Council to sense his untamed thoughts. He was better than that. At least, he had to pretend to be now that he was on the Council.

Leaving his room, Obi-Wan shot a glance at your door. His signature was sill wrapped around yours but he had to slowly pull it away. He needed to be able to focus on the meeting and Anakin’s trials, and not bring the Council’s attention to him.

~~~

You almost panicked upon waking up. You didn’t know whose bed you were in. Propping yourself up using your arms, you looked around the room. You quickly determined that you were in your new bed. But you couldn’t remember how you had gotten there. The last thing you remember was asking Obi-Wan to stay with you and then… you had fallen asleep on him. 

You looked around again, also using the Force to sense around you. Obi-Wan wasn’t in your room. You couldn’t even feel him in his own room. There wasn’t even a note or message anywhere that might tell you what happened. Had he put you in bed and ran off? Had you made Obi-Wan feel uncomfortable? You really hadn’t wanted that. Did you just ruin your friendship with Obi-Wan? You don’t know if you could handle it if you had. Yes, he had told you that he worried for you yesterday but he could have very well been telling you that to help ease your fears. He hadn’t actually meant it, had he?

Getting out of bed, you knew that you needed to immediately go clear your mind. After changing for the day, you quickly went to the gardens to meditate underneath your favorite waterfall. Slowly coming into the Force, you began to levitate off the ground. You began using the Force to filter through your emotions toward Obi-Wan. Your emotions were completely against the Code, hat you knew without a doubt. But how to get rid of them completely without severing your bond was a whole other ordeal. Severing a Force bond had the potential to be deadly. And you couldn’t live with yourself knowing if you had done something to Obi-Wan.

“Troubled, I sense my Padawan is,” Yoda stated, coming under the waterfall.

You lost your concentration and fell to the ground with a hard thud, causing Yoda to chuckle. “Master Yoda,” you responded. “If my memory serves me, I am no longer your Padawan.”

“Until I die, my Padawan you will be.” Yoda sat down in front of you. “Now, what troubles you?” You sighed, quickly trying to determine how honest you wanted to be. “Know about your bond with Master Obi-Wan, I do.”

“What?”

“Mhmm. Found out on Geonosis, I did.”

“I am sorry for keeping it a secret, Master. Truly.”

“Understand why you hid it, I do. This bond is both a danger and a strength.”

“Do you know what this bond entails, Master?”

“Only time will tell. Been separated a lot, both of you have. The bond between you is still forming.”

You nodded, staying silent for a moment. “Master, do you know how dangerous this bond can get?”

“Depends, it does.”

“Depends on what?”

“The two of you.” Yoda huffed as he thought on it more. “Tricky is the Code with a Force bond. Lines can be quickly crossed. Do your best to not cross them, you must.”

You nodded. “I… I will try, Master.”

“Know that, I do. Still, be careful, you must… Feel, I do, this bond will help with these clone wars.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm. As long as careful steps you and Obi-Wan take.”

“I will do my best.”

~~~

The clone wars raged the galaxy. This caused you to be pulled from one mission to the next. As you did so, you had heard that Master Yoda and Obi-Wan had given Anakin a Padawan named Ashoka Tano. You thought it funny that he had received a Padawan before you did and you couldn’t wait to meet her.

You and your battalion were on your star cruiser when you received word from Master Windu that Master Plo and Master Kenobi needed reinforcements. It had been months since you had seen Obi-Wan, barely even feeling him in your bond, so a small part of you was excited to finally see him again. Another part of you was still uneasy about how he left you alone. Your star cruiser caught up with the other’s, joining in at firing at General Grievous’ ship the Malevolence.

“Crak!” You called to your clone commander. “I’m going to take a starfighter and board the main ship. Keep shooting at the Malevolence and await my orders.”

“Yes, General,” Crak responded.

You smiled at him before heading to your starfighter. You flew it out of your ship and to the main ship in front of the fleet. Climbing out of your ship, you heard a familiar voice. You turned around to see Anakin walking out of the hanger with whom you could only assume was his Padawan.

“Ani!” You called, running toward him.

He turned around a large smile on his face. “Y/N!” He met up with you and pulled you into a hug. 

“It’s been too long.”

“It has.”

You pulled away. “Congratulations on passing your trials and earning a Padawan.”

“Obi-Wan said that it was thanks to you the Council agreed to let me go through them. Thank you.”

“Of course.” You turned to his Padawan. “You must be Ahsoka.” You reached out your hand for her to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ahsoka excitedly replied as she shook your hand. “Master Anakin has told me so much about you.”

“He has?” You pulled your hand away as you sent Anakin a questioning glance.

“Yes, I know that your relationship as siblings is supposed to remain a secret. Do not worry, I will not tell anyone.”

“Thank you, Ahsoka.”

Anakin, Ahsoka, and yourself made your way to the command deck. Obi-Wan and Master Plo were already there with Admiral Yularen. You almost lost your breath at the sight of Obi-Wan. His armor fit him so well, almost too well. And he had gotten a haircut. His mullet was no more and his beard was sharply groomed. Your fingers twitched at the thought of running your hand rough his beard and hair.

“We must summon reinforcements,” Master Plo stated.

“That’s why we’re here, Master Plo,” Anakin said, pulling the attention onto you, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan gasped. 

The Jedi Master had thought he felt you, but he had chalked it up to wishful thinking. The last time he saw you, he had been tucking you in to your bed as you slept peacefully. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. Your war armor sat over your Jedi attire in such a way that it added to his respect for you. Obi-Wan had heard that you were being a successful General, but you clearly looked the part too. He tried to reach out to your signature but came up short when he noticed that you were blocking him. His brows furrowed.

“Master Kenobi, Master Plo,” you greeted with a slight head bow.

Obi-Wan had to force himself to stop staring at you. “Anakin. Were you able to contact Master Luminara?”

“Yes, Master,” Anakin responded. “She’s busy with a fleet of Separatist reinforcements nearby. She wouldn’t be able to give us support until she’s turned them away.”

“That is why I am here,” you added. “Master Windu said that you guys needed some help. My battalion has begun firing and is just waiting for orders.”

“Even with the additional troops, it’s not enough. We will have to make do with what we have,” Obi-Wan said. The group turned to watch the attack from the window. “Admiral, status report.”

“They’re not attempting to jump to hyperspace,” Admiral Yularen replied. “Their hyperdrive must be damaged.”

“This is our chance. All ships target the bridge. Maximum firepower!”

You put your wrist near your mouth. “You hear that Crak?” You asked.

“Following orders as we speak, General,” he responded.

“Master, I’m picking up a signal near the enemy vessel,” Ahsoka exclaimed. “Something just came out of hyperspace.”

“Enemy reinforcements?” Anakin wondered.

“No. It looks like a Naboo ship.”

You and Obi-Wan shared a worried look.

“Gunners! Stand down!” / “Stop shooting!” You both ordered the crew at the same time.

“What in blazes are they doing out here?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Ashoka, contact that ship!” Anakin instructed.

“Naboo cruiser!” Ahsoka called over the communication lines. “Identify yourself.”

“This is Senator Amidala,” came the response, a hologram of Padme at the controls appeared.

“Padme? What are you doing out here?” Anakin questioned. You could feel his panic set in.

“I was sent on a special mission,” she answered. “The Senate was told the Banking Clan wanted to negotiate a treaty.”

“Get out of there as fast as you can!”

“Have we been hit?” You heard C3PO ask.

“I’m afraid it’s much worse than that,” Padme replied.

“Padme, what’s happening?” Anakin asked.

“I’m being pulled inside the droid cruiser by a tractor beam. I will not be made a Separatist bargaining chip. Continue your attack! You must destroy this monstrous ship!”

Anakin closed his eyes and clenched a fist before turning back. “Admiral, order our ships to stop firing.”

“Anakin—“ You tried to argue.

“Padme is on that ship,” Anakin snapped at you. “We will cease firing.”

You jolted back slightly, seeing the anger in his eyes. Obi-Wan came to your side protectively. The firing halted and Anakin headed for the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Obi-Wan asked, following Anakin.

“Somebody has to save her skin,” Anakin replied.

“I thought you might say that.”

“There he goes again, craving adventure and excitement,” Master Plo commented.

“You get used to it,” Ahsoka said, shrugging it off. She looked to you. “You going?”

“Guess I can give you a day off of babysitting them,” you teasingly responded. 

~~~

You caught up with Obi-Wan as he headed into Anakin’s ship. Anakin was in the cockpit, reading it for flight, with R2D2.

“I trust you’ve already formulated a brilliant plan to rescue the Senator?” Obi-Wan said as he took the seat next to Anakin.

“As a matter of fact, I have,” Anakin replied.

“But do we have a plan B? Every operation needs a backup, Anakin.”

“From what I’ve heard, you two seem to never have a backup plan,” you commented.

“I don’t have a backup. Yet,” Anakin admitted. “But I do have a plan for getting on that ship.”

“Really?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“The enemy’s sensors are obviously damaged, so we’ll sneak in behind them and dock at the emergency airlock.”

“That’s your plan? Just fly there, land, hope they don’t spot us, and walk in the door?”

“Basically.”

“Oh, brilliant. Let’s get going.”

“You can’t be serious?” You asked. “Is this really how you two go about doing things?”

“Unfortunately.” / “Yes.” They responded in unison.

Anakin flew his ship out of the star cruiser and toward the Malevolence. You stood behind the two as they piloted carefully.

“If they spot us, we’ll be pulverized,” Obi-Wan said.

“They’re too busy repairing the ship,” Anakin responded. “They don’t have time to notice us.”

“Subtlety has never been one of your strong points, Anakin.”

“Everything I know I learned from you, Master.”

“Oh, if only that were true.”

“You’re going to want to buckle up, Y/N.”

“I’ll be fine,” you responded, arms crossed over your chest.

“I would trust him on this,” said Obi-Wan.

“I told you two, I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Anakin commented with a shrug.

Anakin began turning the ship to the side. Obi-Wan looked back to surprisingly see you floating above the ground. He shook his head.

“Your abilities with the Force constantly amaze me, Y/N,” Obi-Wan commented.

Your heart beat faster at what you took as a compliment. You shot him a small smile before he focused back on the front view. Anakin flew up to the Malevolence and docked them on the side with a hatch in the ship. You set yourself down on the new floor before helping Obi-Wan and Anakin. The three of you, plus R2, went through the hatch.

“Anakin, you’re crazy,” Obi-Wan commented. “Spinning is not flying.”

“But it’s a good trick,” Anakin replied, pressing the button to open the door.

“We do not want to be spotted.”

The doors opened to reveal two battle droids.

“I knew it!” One of them exclaimed. “It’s them!”

“Too late,” you muttered.

You ignited your lightsaber before the other two could. With a Force jump toward the droids, you quickly cut them both in half. Anakin stared at your saber.

“I didn’t know you had a yellow saber,” he stated.

“I did,” Obi-Wan smirked, walking to meet you.

Anakin rolled his eyes and turned back to his droid. “You stay here R2.”

R2 chirped a response before the three of you began running down the hall. Anakin’s comlink buzzed as you ran.

“Yes?” He responded, keeping the pace.

“Master,” it was Ahsoka, “we’ve found the Senator. I’m patching her through.”

Anakin stopped, forcing you and Obi-Wan to do the same. “Padme?”

“Anakin,” the Senator replied.

“Are you alright? Where are you?”

“On the lower levels. I’m fine, but I don’t know for how long. Droids are everywhere.”

“Obi-Wan, Y/N, and I are on board, too.”

“What? What are you doing here?”

“We came to get you off this ship. Ahsoka, how can we get to the Senator?”

“According to our scans, there seems to be a large open area in the center of the ship,” Ahsoka explained. “It should be halfway between the two of you.”

“We’re on our way. Did you hear that, Padme?”

“I’ll be there,” Padme confirmed.

Anakin began running down the hallway again. You and Obi-Wan followed behind.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan softly said from beside you. You glanced his way in acknowledgment. “I know that this might not be the time, but why are you blocking me?”

“You’re right, it’s not the time,” you responded.

You came to a sudden stop with Anakin. There was an open doorway in the wall, leading to the large open room with trains running in opposite directions. Looking around, you tried to see and sense Padme.

“I don’t see her, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.

“She’s here, Master,” Anakin said. “I sense it.”

“As do I,” you added.

You furrowed your brows as you heard blasting not too far away. Looking down and across the way, you noticed Padme and C3PO getting shot at with Padme firing back.

“There!” Anakin exclaimed.

The three of you ignited your sabers and jumped down onto one of the trains. You leapt onto another train, going in the direction you needed.

“Look! Jedi!” A droid exclaimed from another opening along the wall.

Three droids began firing at the three of you. With a simple move of your sabers, the three of you blocked the shots. The blasts flew back and each hit a droid, destroying them. You turned to see Padme pushing C3PO and then jumping onto the lower train going the other direction. Anakin jumped off the train your group was on, going to the Senator. He landed on a train on the same level as Padme, going the same direction as hers.

“Now that I’ve got you—“

“Really, Obi-Wan?” You retorted. You jumped down onto the lower track.

Obi-Wan followed. “I just would like to know what I’ve done so that I may try to fix it.”

“Nothing to fix. We’re fine.”

“We’re fine?” You began to walk along the top of the train to be able to see Anakin. “Then why are you blocking me?”

Your focus changed from Obi-Wan to the blast that wrecked the track Padme’s train was on.

“Jump to me!” Anakin shouted to Padme. “I’ll use the Force. You have to trust me!”

Padme jumped, trusting Anakin to catch her. Thankfully, he did. He guided her into his arms.

“Nice catch,” Obi-Wan commented from where you and him were on the track above. “We’ll fetch the droid!” You followed Obi-Wan back down the train and down another level. “Will you please just tell me what I’ve done? I’m sure I deserved it.”

“Will you just drop it, Obi-Wan?” You retorted, getting annoyed.

“Not until you just tell me!”

“Stop me! Please!” You heard 3PO cry out.

You and Obi-Wan stopped. Obi-Wan quickly put out his arm and closed his eyes. Using the Force, he started to raise the droid from where he had landed on the other train. C3PO was about halfway to you when another train came running down the train, ramming into the droid, and taking him with it.

“Blast!” Obi-Wan exclaimed. “That’s not good.” He brought his wrist up to his mouth. “Anakin, we got separated from your droid.”

“3PO!” Padme said.

“Ugh, I’ll take care of it,” Anakin replied. “We’ll meet you back at The Twilight,” he told Padme.

“No! We can’t leave yet. I overheard Grievous. Their hyperdrive is almost repaired.”

“We’re already headed in that direction,” you responded. “We’ll make certain that the hyperdrive stays offline.”

You jumped into a flip as you jumped off the train and onto one of the wall openings. Obi-Wan followed behind you. Using the Force and your knowledge of ships, you led the way to where the hyperdrive should be. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Obi-Wan smirk at the sight of just two droids in front of you.

“Don’t get too excited,” you warned, the Force telling you to prepare.

Before Obi-Wan could respond, lines of droids marched and rolled out toward you in three directions. Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to lower the blockers that prevented Obi-Wan from reaching your signature. You had a feeling you would need all the strength you could get. From behind you, you felt a dark presence and heard a maniacal laugh. You and Obi-Wan turned to see General Grievous jump down onto the level you were on.

“Hello there,” he laughed. Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “General Kenobi, did you really think I would leave the hyperdrive unguarded?”

“Anything is possible,” Obi-Wan replied, his hand going up to stroke his beard. “You haven’t exactly impressed me today. How about you, Y/N?”

“Nothing to be impressed about,” you responded.

Grievous laughed. “Kill them,” he ordered. 

The droids around you aimed at you. Both you and Obi-Wan sent each other a smile before jumping up and flipping into the air as the droids began firing. You both landed behind the shielded, roller droids, using the Force to roll them into the lines of other droids. Igniting your lightsaber, just in case, you continued to use the shield droids to protect yourself and take out the other droids. Obi-Wan smiled as he used the last one to aim at Grievous. Grievous caught it as you and Obi-Wan ran out, using your sabers to block other oncoming shots.

“Since I can feel your signature again, can I assume that all is forgiven?” Obi-Wan asked as you both ran down the hall.

“This is really not the time to talk about this Obi,” you retorted. “It’s more—“

“Obi-Wan! Y/N!” Anakin called over the comlink. “Come in!”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan replied. “I’m afraid Grievous is on to us!”

“Yeah, we noticed.”

“We’ll rendezvous back at The Twilight. The fleet must engage—“ A beep sounded over the comlink. “Anakin? Anakin! Blast!”

“They must be jamming the signal,” you stated. “Let’s hurry to The Twilight. We need— Woah!” You suddenly stopped as Obi-Wan grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. “What are you doing?”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What? Now is really not the time, Obi-Wan! Grievous is probably following us.”

“Then tell me quickly.”

You scoffed, looking away. “It’s not that simple.”

Obi-Wan used one of his gloved hands to gently move your chin so that you were looking at him again. “Try me.”

“I just… you… last time…” you sighed. “Did I…. The last time I saw you, I asked you to help me sleep. When I woke, you… you weren’t there and there wasn’t a note. It’s not like there really needed to be one but I just have feared that maybe my request made you uncomfortable. And I just wanted to apologize for doing so.”

“You wanted to apologize?”

“Yes. I never wanted to overstep any boundary or make you uncomfortable in any way. You’re my friend and I just don’t want to lose that and I—“

“Slow down, little star.” Obi-Wan rested a hand on your shoulder. “You didn’t overstep or make me uncomfortable. I actually fell asleep on the couch too. I really only woke because my comlink buzzed and the Council had called a meeting.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t leave a message. I didn’t mean for you to worry about it this much. Next time, I will.”

“Next time?”

“Well, yeah—you know what I mean.”

“Yeah…” you slowly nodded, believing you did know what he meant. Your heads snapped in the direction of the way you came, hearing Grievous’ grunts and groans.

Obi-Wan grabbed your hand. “We’ve got to go!”

He led you back to where the trains were. The two of you kept your hands together as you jumped down onto one of the moving trains. You could hear Grievous following you. Using lightsabers he had stolen from Jedi’s he had fought, Grievous broke through the packages on the train between him and the pair of you. 

“Forgive me, little star,” he said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Letting go of your hand, Obi-Wan pushed you off the train and onto the lower one before he jumped up onto one of the cranes and turned it, allowing him to land in front of Grievous with his lightsaber drawn.

“Obi-Wan!” You screamed in frustration.

You stomped the ground like a child as you looked up and watched him and Grievous fight briefly before Obi-Wan joined you below. You stormed up to him, pushing against his chest harshly.

“What was that?!” You yelled.

“I had a plan and you need to be safe,” Obi-Wan replied.

“I am not some young, helpless girl, Obi-Wan. I can fight the battles, too.”

“I am very well aware of that, little star. I just—“

“You just, what? Felt like my help wasn’t needed?”

“That’s not what I said. Is that what I said?”

“It’s what your actions said.”

The train reached your stopping point and you jumped off. Obi-Wan followed your jump and then broke into a run beside you. Two roller-shield droids caught up to you. With your lightsabers drawn, Obi-Wan and yourself kept running forward, using the Force to help sense when you needed to block an oncoming shot. You turned a corner to see Anakin, Padme, C3PO, and R2 boarding the ship.

“Hold the ship!” Obi-Wan called.

Anakin used the Force to block the shots as you and Obi-Wan reached them. 

“I’ll contact the fleet,” Obi-Wan stated as your group reached the cockpit.

“R2, release the docking clamp,” Anakin ordered as he prepared the ship for take off.

Anakin pulled the ship off of Grievous’ ship and turned it back to the Republic fleet. They were about halfway back when they began to be fired on.

“Time for some clever tricks, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Anakin agreed. “Everyone buckle down.”

This time, you took that advice and found one of the side seats. Padme and C3PO quickly followed. Anakin spun the ship to try and avoid being hit.

“You know, we have guns,” Anakin told Obi-Wan. “You can shoot back anytime.”

“I was just about to—“

“I got it!” Padme cut off Obi-Wan.

Padme pulled down the gun sensor and began targeting the smaller ships attacking them.

“She seems to know her way around,” Obi-Wan commented. Padme quickly shot down one of the ships. “Nice shot, Senator.”

“Beginner’s luck,” Padme replied.

You looked at Padme, curious. You felt that something was off her knowledge of Anakin’s ship. If you really wanted to, you knew that you could use the Force to get the information from her easily. But you didn’t want to betray her trust. You would just have to ask Padme about it once you were safe aboard one of the Republic ships. You already knew that you couldn’t ask Anakin, he wouldn’t react well to any assumptions you may be conjuring up. R2 let out a beep.

“Pardon me, sir,” C3PO cut in, “but R2’s scan of the enemy’s ship indicates their hyperdrive is activating.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Anakin said.

“What?” Obi-Wan questioned.

You removed yourself from your seat and stood behind Obi-Wan. You watched as the Malevolence flew into the nearby moon and exploded.

“I imagine you had something to do with that,” Obi-Wan said to Anakin.

“All part of the plan, Master,” Anakin replied.

You shook your head. “You guys are just as chaotic as the stories say,” you muttered. 

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North Yankton Trevor dry humping pillow 🤤

North Yankton Trevor>>>>>

Summary: Trevor grows tired waiting for Mikey to return back to the motel.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 450

Pairings: Slight Trikey!

“Oh, fuck…” Trevor groaned the moment he sat on the motel’s white pillow. He was alone, tired, horny. His best buds were out doing God-knows-what, leaving the room just for him to enjoy. Usually Mikey would help relief sexual tension, occasionally Brad as well, but they weren’t around currently.

Despite the loneliness he felt, it was soon replaced with a matter of urgency. He slowly took his shirt off and gently rubbed his dick as the material of the pillow tickled his sensitivity. Trevor was crouched on the mattress, his hips rocking at a slow pace to begin the edging.

“Ah! –“ A small puff left his clogged up throat, “God… So good…”

Trevor’s head tilted back in response to the friction between his legs. It took a little while before he found a preferred speed. He’d grind his teeth, his whole groin thrusting against the edge of this mattered pillow. His penis shivered at the spiteful pleasure. He grinded harder until he was eagerly moaning, loud.

“Fuck!”

The bed rattled, the nightlamp shaking, the pillow’s material wearing out. It was being abused to his advantage. Trevor fell on his back, his hands rubbing the cushion against his genitals; suffocating his cock, bullying his balls, his legs shaking.  He couldn’t control as his whole body went into spasms.

“Mikey! Ah!” He cried in pleasure, imagining the pillow was his favourite “friend.” It was pathetic, to an extent. Nonetheless, he was an easy guy to please. His cock was already pulsing and shimmering with the load preparing to blow. He continued to scream sexual moans, finding joy in being so loud that the possibly roomies next door could hear.

Trevor would imagine Michael handling his erection, rubbing away the ache. He wanted to feel his tongue lick circles around his red, bulging tip. He needed to have Michael fuck him hard and good. His anus begged to be destroyed, the thoughts making Trevor more hot and bothered as the pillow increased in momentum.

“Shit! Mikeee!” Trevor whined and dropped the cushion, his cock squirting semen all across his tummy. He moaned as the orgasm was continuous. His legs grew far apart, his hands dropping by his sides. His cum oozed onto the mattress but he didn’t care, Trevor was too busy panting for air. His mullet itched his neck when lying his head back onto the edge of the bed. He scratched his stache with his shaky fingers before groaning, struggling to lift himself up.

“Fuckin’…” He took a moment to process thoughts, “Where is that fucker?”

He’d glance at the clock, hoping Michael would return soon enough.

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[bodyswappertransforming]

Mike walked into "The Gilded Razor," a barbershop known for its peculiar transformations. He was a city slicker through and through, dressed in a sharp suit and sporting a high and tight fade. As he sat down in the barber's chair, the barber, an enigmatic figure with a knowing smile, draped a cape over Mike and asked, "So, what are we doing today?"

"Just a trim, keep it high and tight," Mike replied, unaware of the transformative experience he was about to undergo.

The barber nodded, his scissors gleaming under the vintage shop lights. He began to work, his hands moving deftly. However, instead of merely trimming, he seemed to be sculpting, reshaping not just Mike's hair but his very essence.

As the barber worked, Mike felt an unusual sensation, a tingling that started at his scalp and worked its way down. He closed his eyes, enjoying the unfamiliar yet comforting feeling. When the barber finally spun the chair around to face the mirror, Mike's eyes snapped open, and he was met with a reflection he barely recognized.

He was taller, at least six inches over his original height, his frame now rugged and broad. His hair had transformed into a long, flowing mullet, perfectly blending with a thick, well-groomed cowboy mustache that now adorned his upper lip. Stubble shadowed his chiseled jawline. Gone were his suit and tie, replaced by tight Wrangler pants that outlined his sturdy legs and a flannel shirt tucked in neatly.

Mike's eyes widened in shock, then slowly morphed into an expression of awe and acceptance. He stood, his movements now imbued with a confident swagger. He felt his back, finding not just the shirt and pants but also leather chaps fitting snugly over his jeans. As he stepped into the cowboy boots that had mysteriously appeared at his feet, a complete transformation had taken place—not just in attire, but in spirit.

The barber handed him a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, which Mike placed on his head as if he had done it a thousand times before. He turned, looking at himself from every angle, the reality of his new persona sinking in. With each passing second, the city slicker within him faded, replaced by the rugged, undeniable aura of a cowboy.

Finally, he walked towards the door, each step resonant with the click of his new boots on the wooden floor. As he reached for the handle, he paused, looking back at the barber with a grateful nod. The barber simply tipped his own hat, his smile cryptic yet warm.

Mike stepped out into the urban streets, a stark contrast to his new, weathered appearance. People turned to stare as he passed, but he didn't mind. In his heart, he was no longer just another face in the crowd. He was ready to get home onto the ranch. He couldn’t wait to grab his big cock.

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[house-of-slayterr]

Marko headcanons? Please 🥺 am in much need of my trash baby cause am much sad

Of course, anything for you my love! I too am experiencing Marko brain rot!

Marko loves pretty things, and by pretty I mean unique. Someone’s style, hair, makeup or lack there of. He notices all that stuff right away. It’s like he’s constantly searching for the next coolest person in town.

Cause we all know Marko is a platonic whore (as well as a regular one) boy could make friends with his eyes closed and his mullet on backwards. He’s just a really charismatic guy!

And that’s when he’d spot you, with your new blue hair! He thinks it’s possible the coolest thing he’s ever seen in his life. Before Paul or David can even tease him, he’s marching on over to you. Determined to at least leave with your number.

He probably uses the cringiest of pick up lines to attempt to flirt. “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you’ve got fine written all over you!” And don’t you for a second think it stops after just one. No, he makes it his mission to find the worst ones just to hear your laugh.

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”

“Feel my shirt, wanna know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

This is your life now. I hope you don’t mind a little golden doodle following around everyone, because you now have your own personal vampire body guard. The only time he’s not with you is when he’s hunting. He wouldn’t want to scare you off, but little does he know it makes him more irresistible.

Prepare for a lot of Paul time. Where on terror twin goes, the other fallows. He probably flirts as well, but Marko cuts him down with well places glares. He loves teasing Marko, and making you blush. So the behaviour again, won’t stop. Not unless Marko asks him too in the moment.

This man will drag you to EVERY concert on the board walk. If they’re selling t-shirts, prepare for a whole new wardrobe! Marko is a master Kleptomaniac. He could steal from five different people before anyone notices. What can I say, he’s got sticking fingers to go with the devious smirk of his.

Dates under the stars! He will fly you to the highest point in the city so y’all can look at stars together. He probably just picks up Chinese and turns it into a little rooftop picnic.

YOUR JACKET! That’s right, you heard me! Marko custom made you a jacket to match his iconic one. He pays attention to bands and colours you like and collected patches for months before gifting it to you. Sometimes you help him see new patches onto both of you jackets.

Dwayne whole heartedly approves of this. You mellow him out a Little. He’s not like a kid who’s on a sugar high, and claustrophobic, always needed to be on the move anymore. He doesn’t care how much you weigh, he’s content to have you sit on his lap. He’s a vampire after all, you weigh nothing to him. Get you a boy who can handle some skin!

David is wearing of you at first. But he sees how happy the two of you are so he lets it happen. But he’s probably had a chat or 100 about Marko turning you. David is impatient and would rather you be a fledgling than a human. Even if like Star and Laddie you don’t want to feed right away, he’d respect that. But he’s much more excepting of you after you turn.

And don’t worry, Marko would make it special. He’d be careful not to hurt you, and make sure everything goes smoothly. He can’t go with you, but Marko gives you an entire day to watch your last sunrise and sunset. He doesn’t want you to feel like you’re missing out by being with him. Please assure him your not, this poor Baby would have his heart broken if he continued to think that.

But you’re living your best life now with the boys, and Marko couldn’t be more proud of you. You’re Marko’s person, and he’s yours. And everyone respects that. Those other people better stay away, cause an angry hungry fledgling is not someone you want to piss off. You kill someone for flirting with Marko, he goes fucking feral.

Don’t expect to be getting any rest anytime soon. He’s keeping you up well I got he morning in that cave. Cue David yelling at Marko for his poor timing, why couldn’t he do this when they weren’t all stuck in the cave for the day.

Marko’s love languages are gift giving. He sees something that reminds him of you, it’s yours now. He’d buy the whole world if he could, but you’ll settle for an ice-cream and the random set of rings he thought would look nice on your fingers. But he’s keeping that one finger empty, so one day he can get you a real nice ring and start your forever together.

An: hope this was what you were looking for! I’m all soft and mushy now 🥺

#marko tlb #marko #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys #vamprie boyfriend #vamprie best friend #foor Drew <3

[willowpillowbillow]

Jean gets a haircut

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. All was well in the world. Jean was sitting on the balcony of his home. Gazing down upon the bodies in the streets roaming, appearing like ants from his vantage point. His dirty blonde hair being swept in the wind around his face like the mane of a lion. Or… a horse.

Footsteps became slowly apparent from behind him, the quiet plodding of several sets of boots approaching at a steady pace. He turned, hair blustering in the wind, and saw none other than his dear friends. Connie Springer, Reiner Braun, Pieck Finger, and his dear wife Mikasa. And Pieck was holding… scissors?? No. Who let her do that?

“Jean, I think you know why we’re here.” Connie said. His expression was dire. They all looked prepped for a battle, like their very livelihoods were about to be put on the line.

“No.” Jean said, the gears in his brain churning to try and realize what they were about to do. A piece of hair brushed across his cheek, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. The group. The scissors. Pieck’s… hungry gaze. This was about to be a slaughter. He stood bolt upright from his sitting position, knocking down the chair he had been seated in so peacefully just moments before. “No!” he cried, “You can’t do this!”

They had cornered him. There was nowhere to go except through them, or down. Reiner took a step forward, reaching a hand forward as if in a show of peace. “We’re not going to hurt you, Jean. Just calm down.”

“I’m not going to calm down! Do I look like somebody who would calm down? You get those scissors away from me!” he spat, taking a step away from Reiner’s imposing form. The low of his back hit the railing of the balcony and he firmly grasped it, knuckles paling. The lot of them inched closer, Pieck in front, sunlight gleaming off the blades of the scissors. 

“It’s for your own good, Jean.” Mikasa said, her expression apathetic as ever. “You need to get rid of the mullet.”

“Get away from me!” Jean lashed an arm out to ward his so-called friends away from him, but Reiner took the opportunity to grab him by the forearm and pin it down to the railing.

“Connie, quick- get his other arm!” he snarled, and Connie jumped to the task. Within seconds he was trapped, struggling helplessly against the confines of their grips while Pieck approached slowly, scissors snipping in the air, the soft shhhing of the metal ringing through the air even over the sound of his labored breathing.

He thrashed to no avail. He kicked out, trying to keep Pieck far enough away that she wouldn’t be able to come close to his luscious locks with that terrible, terrible tool. They locked eyes and Jean knew in that moment, staring into her hardened gaze that there was no hope for him. 

“Why… why are you doing this?” he pleaded, his chest heaving with each breath he took. His hair was his livelihood, they couldn’t just strip him of it like this. He craned his head back as far as his neck would allow, watching on in horror as the scissors grew closer and closer to his face.

“We’ve had enough. You look like a dirty mop. A sad, dirty mop that’s been cleaning floors for decades and hasn’t been replaced.” Pieck murmured in her low tone. Jean felt a crack in his heart. No… it couldn’t be. Did his friends truly think his haircut was that bad? He thought he had tamed it so well. Thought it was so, so cool and epic… even Mikasa had married him while he donned this quintessential quaff, this charismatic coiffure, this heroic hairdo. And they wanted to get rid of it? This was betrayal of the highest caliber. 

“No- No! How could you do this!? NOOOOO-” Jean sobbed as Pieck finally made contact, the steel scissors sliding between the silky smooth sections of his hair that he had combed so beautifully that morning, and could only watch in horror as she squeezed the handle and with one sharp snip, a chunk of his hair was gone.

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed the first of the fallen. The chunk of hair fell to the ground in a silent plop that caused all of them to stare in shock for a moment, as if they hadn’t expected this to actually happen. All Jean could hear was the pounding of his heart, and Reiner’s and Connie’s grips on him only tightened as he thrashed in agony while Pieck continued the slaughter.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay, Jean.” Connie comforted, his head turned away like watching his hair fall to the ground was as painful for him as it was for Jean. But it couldn’t be… he wouldn’t understand. Especially not with that haircut. 

“You’re monsters! All of you!” Jean cried as another chunk was torn from his grasp, freely cut strands flying through the air on a breeze like the tufts of a dandelion. 

This massacre went on for several gut wrenching minutes, and by the end, they were exhausted. Tears threatened at the corners of Jean’s eyes, gleaming on his face in the mid-afternoon sun. The once comforting swath of hair that stretched down the back of his neck now left bare and cold. Tufts of short, scraggly hairs jutted from his hairline instead of the lengthy bang he was once able to sweep over his ear. Long gone were the locks that would whip through the wind like the sound of freedom. Now it was… short. He felt naked.

“Let him go. He’s suffered enough.” Mikasa said, and Jean was freed from the grasp of his once trusted comrades. He dropped to his knees and ran his hands through his jagged ends, finding that what remained didn’t come close to providing the satisfaction of his feathery soft mane slipping between his fingers.

There was a hand on his back, a comforting gesture. Jean looked up to see Reiner there looking grim. Guilt was etched in his features, however there was also sign of relief. The battle had been won, but at what cost?

“You’ll get used to it, Jean. This will be better for you in the long run.” Pieck said. Jean turned his gaze to her, making no effort to stifle the emotions that were bubbling to the surface of his tortured psyche. 

“How do you know what’s good for me?” He snarled through clenched teeth, the palms of his hands slamming down into the ground of the balcony, fingers finding the fallen strands that hadn’t yet been swept away by the breeze.

“Chin up, man. At least now you look a little less like a horse.” Connie said, a valiant attempt at comfort. Reiner cast him a look, a frown tugging at his lips.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

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It's a canon event

#jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #attack on titan #aot #reiner braun #connie springer #mikasa ackerman #pieck finger #haircut

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Lance having a PTSD episode! (Whether he works through it or not, maybe the team trying to help but only making it worse?)

Ohhhhh, this is the perfect time to use my headcanon I never talk about 

Trigger Warnings: References to almost drowning

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 “--NCE!!! ---CE!!!” 

Lance opened his eyes, having to blink a couple of times to fully grasp what had happened and where he was. His head pounded and he found himself squinted his eyes against the flashing red lights and the blaring alarms. 

He wasn’t sure where Blue ended up, but she was nose down, causing Lance to be flushed against the belts of his seat. He forced his head up some, trying to grasp where he was. He obviously crashed but where? And why did it feel like he was still moving? 

Through the red lights of the cockpit, all Lance could really focus on was how dark it was getting. He tried to understand what he was seeing but through the pain in his skull and the alarms, his brain was frazzled. 

The only thing he was certain of was Blue was moving, maybe even sinking. 

I can’t be in the ground, I wouldn’t be moving. What is happen-

“-ANCE! Please answer us.” 

Who’s voice is that? It sounded so familiar but he couldn’t place it at this very moment. He fought back a groan, everything hurt. Wherever he landed it was a rough landing. 

“Blue took some serious damage according to our scanners. We need to get him out of there.”

Allura? His mind slowly began to supply a name for him. 

“How? Which lion could even handle that kind of pressure?” 

Lance tried to say something, pushing his voice out of his chest. It came out weak, borderline nonexistent. He took a deep breath, his chest ached, and he needed to get this seatbelt off.

"Guys..." Lance's voice was interrupted by a cough being pulled from his chest, he could not wait till he was in a pod.

"Lance? Are you okay?" Hunk's voice frantically filled the coms.

"Hurts, but okay." Lance knew it wasn't a proper sentence but he was trying his best.

"We're trying to come down and get you but you're sinking quickly. Your lion can handle the pressure but we need to figure out which lion we can send down to get you." Shiro's voice was mostly calm but even Lance could hear the panic behind it.

What did he say? "Sinking?"

"Yes my boy, you fell into the waters of Hovuna. A planet entirely made of water. Water that is denser than the water found on your planet.” Coran said a bit too casually. 

Lance felt a laugh rupture from his lower chest, a laugh that quickly turned into hyperventilating. Lance hated water. He found it borderline humorous that he was selected to be the blue paladin. The Paladin of the lion whose element was water. The element that almost killed him when he was younger.

Lance closed his eyes, trying to will the memories that flashed in his mind away. How cold the water was on his skin, how the current held him and wouldn't let him go. 

He couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe? He tried to focus on his lungs, he tried to imagine the air flowing in and out of his lungs. He tried to convince his panic brain there wasn't any water in his chest. 

“Lance are you okay?” 

Keith. Okay just focus on Keith. His stupid mullet, his hot-headed attitude, it was useless. Lance knew it was. 

He closed his eyes, his mind forcing him to relive that day. The day he wished he could remove from his memories. 

He was a kid, just turn eight years old. His family took him to the beach, that’s all he wanted to do for his birthday. His mom told him to stay out of the water for a bit, the weather was slowly getting worse; she told him they would come back another day. He didn’t listen. He didn’t fucking listen. 

He bolted down from where his family was, running into the water just like any other day. He heard them call for him but he was too far out. Too far out to hear what they were screaming, too far out to realize he couldn’t simply swim back. 

He was pulled under quickly, quick enough that he didn’t even have a moment to scream. He tried to swim up, he kicked as hard as he could, doing anything he could to break the surface; to get air into his lungs. 

His efforts were fruitless and he soon found his body forcing himself to inhale. Forcing himself to breathe in water. Everything hurt, he couldn’t breathe, he knew he was going to die. 

He didn’t die though, by some miracle he was pulled out of the dark, cold water. By some miracle, they were able to save him. 

He never went back into the ocean, or any water again. 

“---ce your vit--s ar- spik-ng. wh-ts goin- on?!” 

Lance didn’t know who was talking to him, he could hardly make out the words. Everything hurt, no matter how many breaths he took he felt like he was suffocating. He was drowning. 

“I’m going to die I’m going to die not again please not again I don’t want to be here...” he was hardly aware of his blabbering. Even his own voice was falling on deaf ears. 

Voices swam around him, he couldn't make out any of the words they were saying. He didn't even register his own nails digging at his chest, peeling his paladin armor off his chest. Trying to relieve the pressure that was building up in his lungs.

Blue landing on the bottom of this atrocious planet slammed him against his seat some more. He knew he was crying, but he couldn't feel the tears. He knew he was begging whatever being that would listen to him to spare him. He knew he was rambling in both English and Spanish, but nothing made any sense to him.

His vision began to fade between seeing the red lights flashing and darkness. He fought the urge to fall asleep; he didn't want to never wake up again.

He threw his helmet off his head, letting it clatter towards the front of Blue. No matter how many breaths he took he felt as though he had no air.

"Please don't let me drown." Lance heard himself say before everything went dark.

He wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake. He was in an in-between state, a state he didn't know how to escape. He felt his lion shift, a loud groaning sound of metal being released as the movement began to rise.

The movement dragged on forever before his lion was placed back down on the ground. Was he back on the bottom of the seafloor? Did the planet flip itself over like an hourglass? Was he going to be stuck in the cycle of falling back in forth?

"Lance? Lance are you okay?"

Something was touching him. Someone was touching him. There was a voice, a familiar voice but just like before he couldn't place it. He was being moved, he didn't know where to.

He wanted to wake up. He wanted to get himself out of this state.

Pain exploded from his back, and he found himself gasping as his vision quickly started working again. Everything was bright, too bright.

"Jesus Keith, why did you hit him so hard?"

"I'm sorry! I panicked! You panicked too!"

His lungs forced him to cough as he choked on the air he was breathing. His senses quickly tuned back into his surroundings.

He was sitting on the metal floor, sitting in front of Blue. Shiro was kneeling next to him, his metal hand pressed firmly on his back, Keith kneeling on his other side.

He could tell the others were also there but he wasn't sure where they stood.

"Lance? Are you okay? Did Blue get water in her?"

Lance couldn't respond, he had no control over his body. He could provide the basic functions needed but talking was not a needed function apparently.

Lance looked down at his fingers, trying to focus on his gloves. In and out. In and out. In and out. He let those words become a mantra in his head, trying to tell himself he was safe. He was okay. He never wanted to go near water ever again.

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I'm happy I finally got to write something like this

I hope you liked it <3

Thank you <3333

#langst #lance angst #ptsd episode #hesistent #tw drowning #trigger warning #lance needs a hug #answer anon #my writing #no beta #lance #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance voltron #lance voltron legendary defender

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍.

admitting to something that happened to me that is a bit embarrassing. also i think this could be a bit better >:((  set in the 80′s >:D

warnings ;; crushes, mutual pining and a little bit of embarrassment, and possibly mild language etc.

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Skidding to a halt as worn high-tops skuff firmly against the damp sidewalk (don’t scrape your feet across the floor!) - the thin bicycle tires squeal from the friction before grating to a stop. Being mindful as he slips his trainers from under the buckles on the pedals, he curses to himself; the cuffs of his denim jeans already dotted with droplets of mud. 

He’d only managed to get these the week prior with last week’s pay. 

Tilting his ankle to the side, Eijirou eyed the damage done. Yikes. Okay, on the bright side, it made him look a little rugged, he had to admit that. The roughened up combination of threadbare jeans and his freshly cut mullet? Sure, the intense dual-coloured red and blue high visibility jacket wasn’t that complementary (he stuck out like a sore-thumb. A fluorescent, highlighted sore-thumb at that) but, it was potentially a new style to impress the new local- locals, locals with. Not a single specific neighbour. Not at all. Nor the person he was delivering to tonight. 

Again. 

He did not have a crush. It was just admiration; scouts honour.

Adjusting his cap, he sifts through the inner pockets of his jackets, recognising the familiar feeling of the compact wired notepad before sliding it out, flipping through the pages for a messily written-

(1 six-inch Margherita Pizza).

Good choice. 

One more night and the last delivery. Just on time. Although, somehow, the worn novelty of “In thirty minutes guaranteed! Or three dollars off your order!” had been instead interpreted (his manager referred to it as just a sign of the times) as, “In thirty minutes, or for free!” and Eijirou really, really couldn’t bring himself to handle another argument with a customer purely because he was one minute outside of the time slot - the situation the night before had nearly resulted in missing out on two more extra customers.

Luckily enough, into the earlier hours of Friday nights, Domino’s was relatively less busy - and dealing with stingy customers during these workshifts had very low chances of appearing - something Eijirou would be eternally grateful for every upcoming week. (And seeing you, seeing you was real nice).

Stuffing the notepad back into his pouch, briefly having to jerk his hand back from being caught on a frayed piece of string, he turns on his heel, unhooking the hot-bag from the basket and onto his shoulder. Mentally steeling himself, he instinctively leans in, aiming for the doorbell only to baulk back, catching glimpses of something moving around behind the living room curtains.

What? Squinting, still remaining at the doorstep, he tilts his head up, attempting to catch sight (pushing down the worries of being seen potentially as a creep, he was concerned - not scared) of whatever was shuffling back and forth across the room.

It’s a blur of clothing, and then-

It’s you; wired headphones secure around your head, and one hand firmly gripped around the cassette player, swaying back and forth and Eijirou fights the urge to break out into a smile. You certainly had some moves. Well known moves? Not so much, but what’s wrong with reinventing the wheel? 

You’re side stepping now, rolling your shoulders repetitively as you mouth the words, completely and utterly unaware - until your gaze unintentionally meets his through the transparent curtains. And you pause. 

He’s unsure whether to look away first, both at a standoff. This was not how he envisioned sweeping you off your feet, hell, attempting to take you out at least - and now he’s standing unnaturally still, (how do you not stand normally? Stand normally!) trying to offer an approachable smile that only ends up as a constipated grimace. 

You’ve disappeared from sight before he can fully register it.

(It’s over. Before it even started. And the past two weeks of interactions were going so well. He can’t show his face here, not in this neighbourhood)-

Shifting stiffly from side to side, Eijirou blinks at the light suddenly flooding his line of sight as the front door begins to open, accompanied by an ungraceful thud of headphones against the side of the door. That definitely took out one of the wires - he knew all too well.

It’s a bumbling, awkward sort of atmosphere, only broken into by the faint but audible buzz of the synth beats pulsing through the headphones.

“I’m sorry you had to, uh… witness that, oh shit; and I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”

(His palms feel balmy, moreso than usual, but it’s okay, he can blame it on the grease from the pizza).

“No, no, if I’m honest, you had some pretty good moves,” it’s almost like he’s left his body and witnessing himself from a third person perspective, mental alarms going into overdrive as his brain fails to connect to his mouth, “Maybe you can teach me how to dance sometime?”

You pause, once more.

(Eijirou wants to bury himself. Preferably into the ground. Further than six feet, maybe into the centre of the Earth’s core. Whatever is furthest away from where he is right now).

He can feel his cheeks burning up, eyes darting to the floor, berating himself; it was sappy, so fucking cheesy, it wasn’t even with the help of the steadily cooling Margharita flavoured pizza in his thermal bag to top it all off-

“You know what,” as he glances back up briefly, you’re slouching now, leaning into the doorframe, smiling,  “I’m down to teach you some of my iconic moves. Are you maybe free tomorrow, delivery boy?”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #gender neutral character #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #x male reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x female reader

[f1]

Bottas admits Alfa Romeos race day slump in Miami reflects our true pace

Valtteri Bottas and Zhou Guanyu were left eagerly awaiting Alfa Romeo’s planned car updates at the next round of the season in Imola after experiencing an up-and-down Miami Grand Prix weekend. It was a tale of two halves for the Swiss operation amid the South Florida sunshine as while Saturday yielded the high of a Q3 result for Bottas, race day brought the low of non-points finishes for both drivers. READ MORE: 5 Winners and 5 Losers from the Miami Grand Prix – Who was on fire in Florida? Bottas ultimately crossed the line in 13th, having qualified 10th, while Zhou dropped from 14th on the grid to 16th, with the C43’s solid one-lap performance replaced by struggles in race trim. Asked if he was surprised at how Alfa Romeo’s pace dropped off from Saturday to Sunday, Bottas said: “A little bit. We definitely didn’t have the pace like we had yesterday on a single lap. Bottas qualified well, but didn't have the race pace to convert it into a points finish “I think this reflects more the true pace that we have at the moment. We need to keep working. I obviously tried to fight the best I could, but just couldn’t hold on.” As for how crucial Alfa Romeo’s next raft of car upgrades are, Bottas added: “Very important [and] definitely much, much needed. I look forward to seeing how they work, but we definitely need to keep pushing.” STRATEGY UNPACKED: Was starting on the hard tyre the key to Verstappen’s victory in Miami? Zhou echoed Bottas’ sentiments, describing how he was “sliding around” all afternoon as he struggled to get performance and life out of his tyres. “[It was] better than last weekend, but still kind of here and affecting us, the performance, especially with a high-fuel car,” he said. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Zhou eyeing Imola upgrade after Alfa Romeo struggle with grip on race day in Miami “It was very difficult for me to hold off the Aston behind and the guys around… Even the Haas seems to have stronger pace than us. Hopefully with the upgrades we have for Imola it can bring us forward, but it was a difficult Sunday out there. “We had amazing pace over one lap, and then today in the race, everything’s just different: track temperature, also the grip, the way you have to handle the tyres… It seems like we find it more tricky.” BEYOND THE GRID: Valtteri Bottas on his burning desire to win again, the story behind the mullet – and how he rates Hamilton Having finished sixth in last year’s constructors’ standings, Alfa Romeo sit eighth after the first five rounds of the 2023 season with six points to their name, ahead of only AlphaTauri and Williams. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Bottas admits Alfa Romeo’s race day slump in Miami ‘reflects our true pace’ #Formula 1