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Fluent Freshman - Part 18

Weirdly enough the only thing that FF can think of as they head down the stairs is the first Saw movie.

That one happened IN a bathroom right? He kind of watched all of them in a row to prepare himself for whatever Andrew might decide to do to him. But he’s near positive that one happened in a bathroom. It was derelict and he didn’t think it really had running water (or did it? Didn’t the guy wake up in a half-full tub? His memory is hazy in his bathroom related desperation and may be trying to protect him from thinking about water).

All leading to the main thought going through his head as he slowly headed down the narrow stairway to his death.

Would Andrew let him use the facilities before he’s handcuffed to a pipe?

The worst part about all of this is that he is not sure if he needs to take a dump or if he just needs to fart, he knows he has to take a piss. He’s read that when you die your body will relax and it’ll all just flow out of you and Nicky gave him these pants so he feels bad but he also does not want to face his death without pants. If he needs to take a shit then they’re definitely going to be absolutely ruined, if it’s a fart well…Andrew can’t kill him any further? He can mutilate his corpse a little but FF won’t be around to experience it.

No matter what he’s definitely going to piss himself. He had way too much water at Sweeties trying to consume the spicy ice cream.

You may be wondering why FF has not run away from his predicament and is walking down these steps without protest or comment or plea for his life.

First of all he is pretty sure that if he makes any sudden movements he will ruin these pants that Nicky bought for him. Second of all Andrew had already told him once that he wouldn’t accept any pleading for mercy he still remembers how he asked Andrew, “Please give me back my pen?” and Andrew had shot him a look that had his stomach cramp and his fingers itch for the bottle sweet pink relief in his backpack.

“I don’t like that word, don’t use it around me.” He said.

FF ever the pragmatic sort, “Which one?” He had asked because he had said a few, “I don’t want there to be a misunderstanding.” He followed up with when Andrew glowered at him only for the glare’s intensity to increase 10 fold.

“Don’t use the first word of your first statement or the last word of your second.” Andrew grit out and got up to leave without a word.

Message received loud and clear Andrew did NOT like words ‘Please’ or ‘Misunderstanding’.

So FF knows that any pleading for mercy would ABSOLUTELY result in Andrew not letting him take a bathroom break before him and Captain Neil make destroying him into a couple activity. The fact that Captain Neil is here is a bit of a shock but maybe Captain Neil has finally gotten the other Freshman Dealer up to snuff.

Maybe Kevin really did want to dissect him to figure out how Strikers keep passing straight to him?

They reach the door at the bottom of the stairs.

Ah, time to face the music.

At least he’d texted Gran that he was going to die when they had gotten into the club and the bathroom had not made itself readily apparent. Sure it was about his current ‘gotta piss / gotta shit’ situation but he’d been wise to keep his cause of death vague in that text.

The door opens and…

This is the NICEST torture chamber FF has EVER seen. (And after his desperation watch of all the Saw movies he has seen quite a FEW)

“Minyard, Josten, and Guest. Table 6 is yours.” A voice comes from the side and when he looks over there’s a man in quite a nice uniform standing behind a soft-lit bar polishing a glass looking every bit like a bar tender at those high-end places you see in movies. He looks around a bit more and there are some other people down here. It’s not quiet per se but it is a comfortable level of noise in comparison to the IQ dropping noise upstairs.

“C’mon Smith.” Andrew juts his chin towards a table in the back.

FF follows but continues to try and fit this nice little room into his world view.

Do these people watch other people get tortured to death for fun on a Friday night? Unlikely considering the upholstery on the booths and chairs looked like it’d stain if blood got on it. Was this perhaps a trafficking location where Andrew would sell off his organs to the highest bidder? He looked at the other patrons who seemed a bit higher class than the general club scene upstairs but not like they had the money to buy one of his kidneys. Maybe-

“Do not tell Nicky about this place, ever.” Andrew says as they slide into the booth. FF nods but can’t help but tilt his head slightly in an unspoken question, “He would absolutely tell any and everyone about it. Eden’s wants to keep this place a secret from the general public.” Andrew explains.

“Nicky currently thinks that there’s a straight swingers club down here.” Captain Neil says with a huff of laughter.

“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.” Floats through his head again.

What the fuck was a swinger?

His fingers itch for his phone but he’s currently talking with Andrew and Captain Neil so that’d be rude but they’re talking to him like he absolutely knows what a swinger is and he DOES NOT.

“It’s quieter down here. Figured you’d prefer it.” Andrew says as he gets up and heads towards the bar down here where the bartender was aggressively cutting ice chunks.

He and Captain Neil sit in silence for a few seconds before Captain Neil offers him a slight smile, “I know you’d rather be with your grandma and you and Andrew prefer not to say things out loud but we’ve really liked hanging out with you.” Captain Neil says.

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That’s such a nice thing to say to someone.

Especially someone like FF.

Especially especially when they’re planning on killing him?

He hopes his confusion stays off his face as he nods once. “It’s been fun.” It’s not even really a lie. Thanksgiving yesterday had been nice and loud and FF had missed the chaos of a Family Dinner more than he had ever realized. The car ride had been…a time but once he’d asked Andrew to either keep his eyes on the road or let him out Andrew’s hands had stayed at 10 and 2 and the ride had been smooth. Aaron and Nicky’s weight against him had been nice too, a warm memory before he developed a possible life long aversion to whipped cream. He’d gotten to go Black Friday shopping and Captain Neil even helped carry it home for him. Baking bad been nice even if the stress of doing it with his life on the line was less so. The subsequent nap and day spent doing normal college guy things had been…it’d all been nice.

It’s starting to feel like….

“Drink this.” Andrew puts a drink down in front of him.

No Andrew definitely wants his bladder to burst.

“What is it?” He asks instead looking at the creamy looking drink with suspicion.

Andrew rolls his eyes as he hands Neil a fruity looking drink as he sits with what is a few fingers of scotch. “It’s virgin.” Andrew says not answering the question at all and must pick up that FF won’t be drinking it until he gets the full answer because he continues after a moment, “It’s like a Pina Colada but with bananas instead.” Andrew answers.

It’s not that FF hates banana but why in the world would Andrew grab him this? Was it just one of the few virgins options on this place’s fancy menu or-

“Bananas will help get your stomach acid back down.” Andrew says, “Since you’re an idiot and ate that mango ice cream just because you wanted to impress that girl.” He rolls his eyes.

“Impress that girl?” There weren’t any girls at the table and how in the world would him eating that god-forsaken spicy ice cream impress anyone other than Betsy. Even Betsy would only be impressed by the depths he was willing to reach just to avoid what he perceives as an awkward social situation.

“The waitress.” Neil reminds him as if that cleared anything up.

“Yeah,” he says as if he has understood the conversation but he has not. “It was spicy mango.” He says because maybe if he keeps the conversation going he’ll get enough context clues to understand what might be his last conversation.

Andrew let out a huff of laughter and pushed FF’s drink closer to him, “Drink your fancy Banana smoothie Casanova.” He says.

No closer to understanding the conversation he accepts that it might be something that only becomes clear after he sheds his mortal coil and is no longer given a -10 INT debuff by his full bladder and revolting stomach.

He takes a sip.

Oh that’s actually pretty good.

It feels like he can feel it sizzling in his stomach and soothing the discomfort there. Maybe he should look into Banana smoothies as a replacement for what Abby has called a ‘concerning co-dependence’ in regards to Pepto Bismol. No one can put him on a medical watch if it’s just banana smoothies he’s chugging down like they’re going out of style.

“Thanks,” he says, “that was good.” He admits before reaching into his jacket and moving past the Megamind toy and grabbing his wallet. “What do I owe you for that?” He asks.

“We’re even.” Andrew waves away the money.

“You bought the stuff for breakfast, those brownies, and the pie tomorrow.” Neil says and FF blinks surprised to hear that they were talking about the pie he didn’t think he was going to get the chance to make.

“You don’t need to buy a spot with us.” Andrew says and FF leans back slightly at the intensity on Andrew’s face as he says it. “I invited you here because I wanted to. The brownies were good but if you don’t feel like making the pie tomorrow? It’s not like I’m going to drive you back to Palmetto and leave you on Abby’s doorstep.” He says.

FF feels gears start to turn in his head.

“It’s good pie.” He hears himself say.

“I didn’t even know about the pie when I invited you.” Andrew says and…

Andrew and FF sit in silence but honestly it’s not like Andrew’s sharpening his knives. The two of them mostly just do their own work or read. FF has been getting his German literacy up to snuff so that he can read the language when he goes there to visit Nicky’s fiance next year. He likes how serious Andrew is about learning it so that he doesn’t have to ask Captain Neil a thousand questions and it’d be nice if Andrew wasn’t obviously planning on murdering him.

Andrew brings dried apples and sends Captain Neil along with probiotic yogurts to their meetings. Both of those things tend to soothe his stomach and the yogurt that had been unflavored before was now vanilla which he liked a fair bit. It would have been a really nice gesture if it wasn’t for the fact that Andrew was making fun of his tummy troubles.

Andrew will put his foot down in practice sometimes when Kevin is getting too demanding wanting to know exactly how FF intercepted his passes to Neil. Kevin always backs off and Andrew will do the same when Jack starts to get a little too personal in his attacks at FF or when Sheena decides she’s going to be a bitch. It’d be nice if it wasn’t Andrew staking his claim that he was the one who was going to make FF’s life miserable.

Andrew drove FF around for an hour after Greg had shown up. He found out later from one of his friends that Andrew had threatened Greg after he had power walked away into the building. Andrew had driven him around and had only started heading towards the tower when FF had relaxed. It would have been nice if Andrew wasn’t trying to lure him into a false sense of security.

Andrew had invited him to his Family’s house over Thanksgiving when the bad storm had ruined his Thanksgiving plans. Andrew had threatened Jack to stop him from eating his Grandma’s pie and complaining about it. Andrew had stopped messing around with Captain Neil when FF had made it clear he was uncomfortable being in a car where the driver wasn’t paying attention to the road. Andrew had twice made him go to bed in the last couple hours.

It’d be nice if…

“We’ve really liked hanging out with you” Captain Neil had said.

Andrew was just trying to be nice.

Embarrassment rolls over him like a wave but FF has many years of pretending like he’s not going to die from embarrassment, “Thanks for inviting me. I’ll still probably make the pie tomorrow.” He offers.

Andrew’s eyes change slightly and FF is under the impression that he’s happy to hear that.

“Just enjoy your drink Smith.” Andrew says.

FF does go back to sipping his drink and letting more and more memories of things Andrew had done come to him and lets his embarrassment grow.

He finishes his drink and only then realizes that he is a code red in terms of bladder capacity. The new knowledge that this is not a torture chamber but in fact yet another overture of friendship from Andrew paired with his desperation finally loosens the question from his mouth, “Where’s the bathroom here?” He asks.

“There isn’t one downstairs but just head up stairs and hug the wall to the left.” Captain Neil answers.

“Bring your phone. If Frank doesn’t recognize you to let you back in.” Andrew reminds him.

FF nods and heads out of the club and up the stairs.

He might be doing a bit of a potty dance so he forces himself to become unnoticeable because he does not need cool people at a cool club to see him about to piss himself. Once he enters into a stealth mode that the United States Military would like to talk to him about he hugs the wall and nearly cries tears of relief when he sees a door labelled MEN.

He doesn’t think about the possibility of letting up on stealth mode because he is sure that he is about to make a face that he does NOT want any human being to see when he unzips his pants and starts to take the world’s most life-affirming piss on the planet.

As his bladder empties his brain is able to process the understanding that he had come to down in the basement he had thought would be his final resting place.

Andrew has been trying to be nice (and succeeding it was all so nice! He feels like an asshole! He is an asshole! Gran always told him that assuming makes an Ass out of U and Me. He had just thought it was funny grandma humor not valuable life advice!)

The night wasn’t going to end with Andrew’s knife in his stomach, it was probably just going to end with Nicky puking on his shoes (which is fine because these are the shoes Nicky was letting him borrow for the club anyways, they’re his shoes to puke onto.)

A secondary relief fills his system. His stomach, soothed by the Banana smoothie and now this, feels like it might actually let him live through the night.

While FF was distracted with a piss that would have made any number of cult leaders jealous with the number of divine revelations he was experiencing he failed to notice a second man enter the bathroom.

There was a reason that FF always ALWAYS became noticeable when he was at a urinal and the man who came to the urinal right next to him was showcasing that VERY reason.

He was trapped here for at least ten more seconds and he could hear the man grumbling distractedly but didn’t really pay it too much attention until…

“Fucking Wesninski Brat.” He grumbled under his breath.

Oh god dammit.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #FINALLY CAN PUT DOWN MY TAGS #You have no idea the number of times that I had to sing hollaback girl to myself during this #It was B-A-N-A-N-A-S #We have now closed the 'Andrew is going to crazy murder me' emotional arc #The 'Oh god if Andrew or Neil find out that I know Russian they're going to stop being my friends and hate me' arc begins #He's gotten a confirmed 3 friends today #And he got to go to the bathroom #He's riding a high #Not only is it 3 friends it is 3 friends who like him enough to invite him to spend the holiday break together #That's so nice #Andrew is so nice #FF cannot BELIEVE he thought Andrew 'eat these dried apples' Minyard was going to stab him #Captain Neil is lucky to have him #Also Andrew is lucky to have Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew are definitely down in the Speakeasy right now enjoying FF's bathroom break #Andrew's ordered FF another round of Banana daiquiri #Andrew: I can't believe he ate that ice cream. His stomach must have been killing him.#Neil: Yeah he was really pale and sweaty until he started drinking that banana drink #Neil: I'm a little worried about Smith finding the bathroom. Maybe I should go up?#Andrew hand on Neil's thigh: he'll be fine. We can go look if he's not back in 10.#AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG #AFTG Shitpost #AFTG Fic #My Fic #Andreil #FF - Pt.18

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rookiesbookies · 3 months

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Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong.

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder.

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing.

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply.

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom.

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?”

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe.

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him.

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting.

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up.

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave.

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

#cod x reader #call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #soapitup

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jolenequotes · 5 months

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Dead Poets Society. 📖

10/10

— The damn tears… I can’t remember the last time i cried that much. It was absolutely beautiful. Literally made me into poetry. I’m reading and writing poetry. The impact this movie had on me is crazy. I wish i could forget about it and rewatch it again and again.

— At first, i was so hyped up! These boys were going to have such beautiful minds and hearts, they were going to have meaningful conversation. Mr. Keating was a wonderful teacher and the boys were so lucky to have him. I bet those lessons made every other student’s school life a lot more interesting and fun aswell. Made me wish i had someone to inspire me like him.

— This part was 🔛🔝.

— Amazing cinematography, amazing lighting, amazing cast, amazing script, amazing storyline, amazing actors… It felt as if they were actually living their normal lives in that school everyday. I loved every scene and absorbed it carefully.

— These two made me giggle so much. As someone who’s dealing with anxiety, i can say that we all need a neil in out lives. Because the guy inside us keeps us away from a lot of things and someone promosing us that ‘it’s going to be okay’ affects so much than you can guess. Even if that person doesn’t really do much, we feel relieved that someone actually cares our state of minds. That takes most the weight off of us.

— After i finished the movie, i scrolled through my socials and people were also crazy about these two. I didn’t really considered them as lovers but it’s one way to look at it i guess. 😅

— As the movie continued, i started feeling anxious and my guts didn’t fail me again. Neil’s death was a trauma for all but Todd & Mr. Keating the most. Losing such a person that ruled the people with kindness and the leader who never asked but always needed of course made people feel empty. But losing your roommate who checked up if you’re doing fine, convinced you to do as you wish, promised to take care of you is just… So upsetting that i had to pause and cry.

— Also FUCK Cameron for what he did. He always felt uneasy with the group and tried getting along anyway. Then ruined everything as if it was his own and everyone began to feeling depressed. Mr. Keating opened eyes and Cameron had no right to poke his annoying ass in them. I hope he becomes whatever he wants to be but never seen in daylight ever again. Mr. Keating was a captain to all.

— Todd’s poem, Neil’s play and failed confession, boys running to the woods to read their silly poems and every other scene was filmed so beautifully. Every single one of them had meanings behind them and i enjoyed all.

— Everyone should watch DPS before it’s too late to feel silly things in your stomach for reading beautiful writings. Watch it before you grow up as adults.

🎬,, Oh captain, my captain. You will be missed. (Rest in peace Robin Williams.)”

#dead poets society #film review #ethan hawke #robin williams #film #spotify

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foxufortunes · 2 months

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From: unknown number you’ve been invited to a monsters ball lucky you rabbit

Finally, the fic is out, A Monsters' Ball the pro-exy team MSBY Black Jackals (ft Andreil and some rabbits). Details like team line up and positions, alt jerseys, layers and some backstories beneath the cut.

So, our team line up and some details (and yes, I do have a colour coded spreadsheet to keep track of all this, which Neil and Sakusa constantly mess up by being the wrong year for their age bc they're babies, but ages are rough because no everyone has a declared birthday/age) with some art breaks between:

#4 Captain Meian Shuugo - 29, backliner, 5yrs MSBY, 5yrs college, from one of the country's best high school teams, 1 season as captain, trying really hard to be mature and not find everyone's antics funny, eternal rival to Hirugami Fukurou, captain of the champions, the Alders.

#20 V.Captain Hirugami Shouko - 26, backliner, 2yrs MSBY, 5yrs college, from another top high school, middle child of 2 pro-exy players (two of the earliest adopters before it got big, probably ppl who went to uni with Tetsuji and Kayleigh), younger sister of Alders captain Fukurou, joined the Jackals out of desire to say fuck you to her older brother.

#2 Amani Kanoka - 23, striker, rookie MSBY, 5yrs college, from a private all girls high school that became the best in the country, known as the Queens of Exy, very shy, has a lot of confidence issues, that she handles by being the best on court.

#5 Nathaniel Wesninski - 24, striker, MSBY rookie, 1yr Baltimore Wildcats, 4.5 yrs EAU Ravens, 0.5yrs PSU Foxes, joined the Foxes after only a year playing in a nowhere team but was quickly poached by the Ravens at Christmas that year and was a regular member the team the next year under his real name, very flighty, big fan of secrets, no idea how to handle the Jackals' chaos (they're like the Foxes but without the trauma).

#12 Bokuto Koutarou - 24, striker, 1yr MSBY, 5yrs college, one of the top 5 strikers in Japan in high school, another top high school team, ultimate himbo, might have committed tax fraud, has a word of the day calendar he's trying really hard to use properly, known for super sharp angle shots and for just bodying people and the ball.

#15 Sakusa Kiyoomi - 22, striker, rookie MSBY, 5yrs college, championship highschool team several yrs running, one of the top 3 strikers in Japan in high school, collegiate MVP, Team Japan 2016 squad, Team Japan U19 rep, grumpy baby, very into properly folded handkerchiefs, do not touch, preferably do not interact outside of court, speak to him via his adorable cousin or not at all unless saving him from bugs.

Halfway through the team stats, time for some art. The Away Colours! Maybe the racquets change to white too, idk I couldn't be bothered to recolour them though.

Ok, back to the second half of the team:

#3 Andrew Minyard - 25, goalkeeper, 2yrs MSBY, 3yrs USC Trojans, 2yrs PSU Foxes, best goalkeeper and rookie awards during his rookie season, didn't really tell anyone his plans after university just kind of vanished, only told a handful of people he'd signed for a team, Neil thought he was dead, he has a motorcycle now because city traffic is awful on his sports cars and the stadium is walking distance, sometimes plays defensive dealer.

#6 Inunaki Shion - 26, goalkeeper, 4yrs MSBY, 3yrs college (dropped out to go pro), middling high school only competed nationally once, the vodka aunt of the team, here to get people drunk, instigate drama with the monsters and then sit back and laugh, actually very soft on the youngsters, tolerates stupid nicknames like Inu-san and Wan-san (never get tired of that being translated Mr Dog and Mr Woof).

#9 Adriah Tomas - 27, backliner, 1yr MSBY, a transfer from European leagues, surprisingly fast for his size, just happy to be here, comes across as a bit of an airhead, but is usually right next to Inunaki instigating chaos and then pretending he doesn't understand the language enough to know what happened.

#10 Oliver Barnes - 30, backliner, 2yr MSBY, Team USA 2016/2012 Olympic squads, transfer from America, big friendly softie, dad of the team, actual dad of a 5yo girl, starting to consider retirement into coaching so is happy to spend the end of his elite career with these idiots.

#13 Miya Atsumu - 23, offensive dealer, 5yrs MSBY, Team Japan 2016 Olypmic squad, Team Japan U19 rep, from a top high school, considered the best dealer in Japan in high school, signed straight from high school, a particularly offensive dealer, easily doubles as striker, all rounder (all Jackals are all rounders but the dealers in particular), demanding and thoughtless jerk but not trying to be nasty, can come across as arrogant but is the first to accept his own mistakes.

#21 Hinata Shouyou - 22, defensive dealer, MSBY rookie, 2yrs playing street exy in Brazil, middling high school team on the rise, player backliner in high school despite wanting to be a striker, but learned to play all positions in Brazil, sometimes move position based on what team they're facing, general ray of sunshine, obsessed with exy, does meditation and yoga in the sunrise preferably on a beach.

Ok, team done, have some more art because yes, I did layer these team pics up slowly from the base dri-fit layers to the armour/padding to the jerseys.

The Jackals provide uniform everything from base layers to padding to anything like compression sleeves, knee/arm pads and everything else. Armour is provided by them to ensure it's up to regulation and team standards, the Jackals require some kind of shoulder padding (most of the team has detachable shoulder pads, while Bokuto and Sakusa who prefer more shoulder rotation and just more coverage respectively, where seperate bicep/shoulder pads). I've talked more about armour on older wip posts, but they're based on lacrosse chest pads. Brief version: strikers were shorter, around the vitals, backliners generally are longer on the sides to protect the ribs, goalies have more coverage because duh, and dealers wear whatever they like. Every single one has either hollow rigid or extra padded piece over the centre of the chest because, especially in younger players, a ball to the chest can stop your heart.

And there we go!

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lovebillyhargrove · 5 months

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 18/?

***

Hands down.

Hands fucking down,

Billy Hargrove has never been so horny, in all of the years since puberty hit him. Like a train. It didn't hit him gently. Does it ever though?

Anyways.

On the verge of turning 18, frequent involuntary erections and wet dreams are making a surprise comeback to his everyday life. Like he needs them back, right the fuck now.

It's as if he's a 12-year old again, examining his pimply chin in front of the mirror. Waking up to a shameful wet spot in his underwear after having yet another arousing sex dream.

Billy's already had such dreams about Harrington, it's not like he's gonna

Oh my god!

freak out about the fact itself, but if he thought they happened often, haha. Look at him now, after he actually

physically

touched King Steve's smooth dick.

Billy's right palm remembers the feeling of its silky texture, remembers how the hot cum erupted over the fingers

He can still chase it.

The dreams vary in their depravity. Some are just a faint whisper, a brush of a hand, or of lips. Sometimes they are bolder, Billy's gripping Harrington's cock in his pants, over and over again, making the pretty boy writhe and gasp under his brazen touch. At times Billy gets lucky to watch especially explicit night fantasies, way better than any porn he's ever seen or imagined,

Turning him into a glob of sweet sweet honey, sticky and fuzzy and not wanting to get out of bed in the morning.

Harrington is living rent free in all of these dreams. No-one else. Not even a single gorgeous playboy babe makes a five-second appearance.

Motherfucker.

And alright, while spilling cum on your sheet is not a big deal, trying to hide your erect dick in public? That's a bit tricky.

Cause Billy is not a 12-year old with a small pecker anymore.

And don't even start Hargrove on goddamn basketball practices. It's been absolute torment for the last couple of weeks. Even though accidental - very often intentional - touches, pushes and collisions with Steve provide new food for Billy's horned up imagination, it's embarrassing and plain suspicious how many times he has to leave the gym for a sudden break. The fucking tiny shorts aren't helping him at all. They don't offer much of a disguise, fucking none.

Damn frigging shorts. At least when he's fully dressed, covering up his hard-on is not such a big problem.

One time Billy ended up poking the Hawkins Tigers' ex-captain with his upright cock, right there on the basketball court, in the middle of the game. Harrington didn't say a word, he just fucking looked at Billy funny and licked his lips

Why did he lick 'em

Hargrove had to run off to the locker room, smashing the doors on the way out with such force they almost flew off their hinges

Just like Billy.

He is off.

Other guys must've seen it, the tent in his shorts. Fucking stupid.

So puberty seems to be making a very unnecessary intrusion into his life, and Billy is taken hostage.

It’s as though he’s been slammed by a freight train again, only now he’s not just smeared all over the rails, but is being choo-chooed along, counting every railway tie with his hard insufferable dick

That pops up like a jack-in-the-box, at any time around the clock, and in most unfitting places and situations, whenever and wherever it fucking feels like it.

On Sunday morning Billy's washing the dishes after breakfast, with Susan fussing around in the kitchen, Max still sleepily sipping her cocoa at the table and Neil reading his morning newspaper, and

He is getting a mega-fucking-ass boner, doing goddamn dishes, in this good-morning-respectable-family-paradise, dick pushing into the edge of the sink, straining his sweatpants, it's fucking uncomfortable and awkward, and it's as if his stupid cock is completely out of control. Like it has a life of its own. Or, more like, a part of Billy's brain and his dick have this special connection, which Billy is totally left out of. It only takes a blink of memories from those heated five minutes in the backseat of Steve's car - Harrington's Adam's apple bobbing in front of Billy's eyes under that white-thin, insanely delicate skin and yeah .. it's enough for

Weigh anchor, hoist the sails!

Fuck this shit times a million.

Hargrove almost breaks the plate he's holding, in half.

Good thing, the sink is still full, the dick can calm itself down. Hopefully. Otherwise, Billy wil have to come up with a way to retreat to his room not dangling this thing around in front of everyone.

He'll have to fucking moonwalk backwards. Dear family is gonna be too perplexed to notice the protruding situation in his sweatpants, and it'll lead to the much needed distraction.

That's all it takes these last February days - a fleeting memory, and Hargrove's getting a raging hard-on.

Feels like a curse.

Also, it's not like he's in charge of his thoughts as well. They run free and wild, various images or recollections of smells or sounds - all connected with the preppy sweater-wearing piece of Indiana cowshit - spring to mind, and there goes Billy's tireless dick again. Up and defiant. Hurting but relentless.

No-one can tell it what to do. It does what it wants.

Billy can't fucking function like that !!

Hargrove keeps circling that sponge, and glancing sideways at the phone on the kitchen wall

He could uh .. just

FUCKING CALL HIM

Just like it says in the note.

"Harrington residence."

"Hey, shithead."

"Hargrove ..?"

"No, it's your mom, dumbass."

Harrington will chuckle in the receiver and say, light and breezy

"So .. whatcha doing?"

Thinking of you

"Nothing much."

Oh yeah? .. What exactly are you thinking about?

"My parents aren't home. Wanna drop by? We could .. drink a couple of beers maybe?"

Sounds good

Perfect

"Sure."

No. Billy, NO.

He is not going to call Harrington.

Why not, you might ask? Make it happen already, whatever it is. Steve has slipped his number in his pocket fucking twice.

Nope. He's not gonna call.

Cause it's weak.

And, if you still haven't figured it out, Billy Hargrove is anything

but weak. Secondly, he just doesn't want to give Harrington the satisfaction in this particular case.

Billy recalls the expression on Steve's face while he was coming down from the high of nutting into Hargrove's fist in the beamer.

Steve was royalty, having collected tribute from his liegeman.

Billy's not calling the arrogant prick, period. He's not gonna feed the asshole's pride.

He doesn't want to seem needy for the king's favour.

Because he's not.

And like .. Hargrove doesn't mind making his hands work. He can give himself a quickie in bed, or in the shower, or .. in the fucking locker room, where one day he burst into during another basketball game, hot and angry and achingly hard, his balls about to explode right there on the court, causing his sperm to splatter all over Harrington's pale hairy legs

So fucking annoying

Oh, Billy was furious then.

The helplessness. Like, what ?? What on earth should he do? Go see a doctor? Please help me manage my erections at almost fucking 18 ?? Cut off his stupid dumb penis that keeps embarrassing him?

He had to jack off right there in the empty locker room, it was bordering on impossible to go on with the day otherwise. It only took a couple of minutes, so.

Billy wants to see what's underneath those tight dark green shorts, and not just take a peek, like in the showers, no, he wants to see everything and take his time watching

Take them off, Harrington. Or better yet, let me .. slide them down, show me what you are packing

In broad daylight, he wants to look long and hard, take it all in, the size, the details, the colour .. compare it with the image he has created in his head after all those feverish night dreams

Why? Why is he so fixated on seeing Harrington's dick?

Stop asking stupid questions, alright?

Billy doesn't have answers to any of them. If someone could explain it to him, he'd gladly listen.

Fuck off, just leave him alone.

See, what's even worse, it's not only the physical aspect of feeling like he's in puberty again. Billy starts getting angry and even more aggressive than he usually is. He's always cursing, he's always banging something loud, barking or plain yelling mad at Max for no good reason, and he absolutely needs to find more powerful speakers to put in his car.

There's no adequate outlet for his pent-up frustration. The days when a push and a couple of harsh words seemed sufficient, are over. Shoving Harrington around has stopped providing the relief. It's simply not enough, and only razzes Billy even more.

People in school hallways are steering clear of him, especially after that episode when he violently bulldozed some junior through a wall for bumping into Hargrove on pure accident.

The guy has probably developed a stutter after.

Sometimes Billy turns into a complete nutcase and starts feeling disgustingly emotional, sad or even fucking depressed.

He's never been a ray of sunshine, neither has he ever looked at this world through rose-coloured glasses, this is true, but it's just that everything seems to be hellishly getting out of hand lately.

This feeling is new and unwelcome. The only thing that he always had a grip on in this world - himself - is spinning out of control.

It's revolting.

Billy can't stand hovering over a ridge like that. He needs sustainability, he has always found support in himself - because where else? All these years - since she left him - he's been his own rock. His friends and the ocean were there for him back in San Diego, but here, in this fucking Hawkins he has no one at all, and therefore all this confusingly loud hullabaloo in his head, the mood swings and the constantly erect dick in his pants - all these things can go fuck themselves

Deep in the ass.

Honestly.

Four months till the beginning of July.

Billy turns the water off, wipes the kitchen counter. The cock has cooled itself down a bit, and while he was getting lost in thoughts, the precious family seems to have left the kitchen. Billy doesn't have to moonwalk back to his room hiding his erection.

Well, at least a grain of good news amid the disaster.

***

It's a usual break between periods, and Billy's passing Steve in the hallway.

Heart is springing up to his throat, beating somewhere right in there, not letting him breathe evenly

Look at me, look at me, look at me

Steve doesn't.

Mood swings, yeah? Here you go. Billy's feeling disappointed and .. fucking saddened ?? Because of this crap?

Owie .. he didn't notice me, life's in shambles. Call fucking emergency services, maybe they'll know what to do.

Hargrove wants Harrington to always look at him.

To be fair, the pretty boy is busy having some lovers' quarrel with the red-haired girl, Nicole. She's still unhappy about Valentine's Day, she sure didn't expect to see drunk King Steve shamelessly flirt with other girls. Namely, with that ugly bitch Tammy Thompson, who's always eyeing him in classes and her boobs are always about to fall out of her blouse. Slut.

Steve's trying to laugh it off, Nicole's not laughing.

D-rama !!

"Hi, Billy."

A sweet kiss is planted on the corner of his lips, and Jennifer attaches herself to Hargrove's arm on the way to class. She is still acting like she's his girlfriend.

Why shouldn't she. She doesn't know.

Pecking his brain about useless things. Telling him how some junior hit on her after Billy had ditched the party on Valentine's. Jennifer's even telling him his name - Troy or something, she's trying so hard to make him jealous

Sweetheart. Save the effort. There's like .. nothing stirring inside.

It's lunch break now, and the only thing that's stirring, is Hargrove's dick in his jeans cause Harrington looks so good today. There he is, picking at his food, smiling at Tommy, laid-back. All easy-breezy, the confident fucking arrogant curve of lips. He looks good every day, the dickwad. Almost every day a new outfit, how many fucking sweaters and shirts and dumb polos does he own?

Billy's got a sudden itch to set all of Steve's clothes on fire.

Also, Harrington looked sexy today when he was writing something in the previous class they shared. Staring at the blackboard all pensive and shit. Like he actually understood what the teacher was talking about. Like he was interested. Yeah, right. He got a C- for his last test in Literature. His daddy's definitely gonna pay his way through college, no need to worry that pretty little head about stuff like that.

Billy hates him for looking so attractive. So worry-free. Self-entitled. Like life's at his service, and he's just taking it for what it is - for granted.

So when Jennifer is droning on about some shit Hargrove even remotely pays no attention to,

He's like god I'm so sick and tired of it all, jesus.

Nevertheless, Billy has to keep up lame appearances.

"That him?" He asks the girl who believes they're dating.

She has no idea what's going on inside his brain, who and what he sees when the nights come.

"Yeah, that's him. Oh, Billy, no, what are you ..?"

Hargrove leaves the table he's sitting at, comes up to the dude, pats his shoulder. Leaves his hand there, presses down a bit, leaning on the guy, arm as heavy as an iron beam, weighing a ton

Looming over him like a thundercloud

"Heard you've been hitting on that girl over there?"

The guy is fearfully shaking his head

Dude's a pussy. Should've told Billy

"Yeah if you're not fucking her on valentine's, someone should do you both a favour."

Should've started a scene, a fight.

Instead, he's just sitting there, hunching his shoulders and pulling in his neck like a small defenseless turtle.

Billy sees a teacher, monitoring the lunch hall, looking at them with a question in her eyes.

Alright.

"Keep your hands to yourself, buddy. You know. To avoid uhm .."

Billy makes a little pause for a bigger dramatic effect

".. injuries."

Smiles all friendly. Like he means the dude no harm whatsoever.

The what's-his-name looks relieved he did avoid the promised injuries this time, and

Jennifer is delighted. She is the queen of Hawkins High. She is the reason Billy Hargrove almost started a brawl with another boy right now, in front of every student. Looked so big, so hot, doing it. Vicky can stuff her prom dress down her throat. There she is, totally, devastatingly jealous, ready to burst into tears or throw hands at Jennifer once again. She is still not over Hargrove, but it's Jennifer who will be going to prom with him. She'll be prom Queen, proudly wear the crown, frame the picture and put it on the wall. Probably tell their kids how mommy and daddy danced at prom and looked fantastic doing it.

Oh girls girls girls, why is that you fall so easily for someone who doesn't give a fuck about you. What is your problem. Can't you like the good ones, the ones who are going to stick around. When are you going to understand that ninety-nine per cent of all times that piece of hot badass means inevitable heartbreak?

Billy thinks that he needs to take Jennifer out or something, to maintain the reputation, but

He's so over this shit.

Come March, he'll be breaking up with her.

He's catching that sweet junior Alison's stare and throws her a smile, just in case, for possible future purposes. Jennifer is too busy gloating to notice it.

Billy's not even sure what he's doing anymore. Like, there are chicks, that have stopped attracting him fucking collectively and individually, and there is Harrington, that's been stuck like a bone in Billy's throat since day one, but especially lately.

Billy wasn't planning on touching anyone's dick in fucking Hawkins, Indiana.

Most importantly, Billy still definitely doesn't need any kind of attachment.

Don't forget about that, Hargrove.

Soon it's gonna be the time to call it quits with the Hawkins girls, and with its idiot king. It'll be the time to get out of this swamp.

Only four months left.

You've already made it through six. It's gonna be okay.

Maybe it's more reasonable to leave this place the moment he gets the high school diploma, not wait till July. Billy will be 18 already. He can pack everything in advance, put it in the car, stop by the school to pick up the documents and then just drive west straight from there, not even going back to Cherry Lane.

Aren't you even gonna say goodbye to your father who raised you?

Sure, he wants to work his ass off in June, probably find another part-time job, save up as much as he can, but won't it be more sensible to just get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, nevermind the extra cash?

It's something to consider.

***

Okay, listen up, kids, Hargrove is not in charge of his

A) penis

B) thoughts

C) mood

All answers are correct (mind it, the option under D) feelings has been deleted from the original list)

But what irritates Billy most, makes him extra boiling mad is that the moment he gets some sort of a grip on the situation, and he's like alright, just need to fucking take it day by day, screw it all, especially everything that's Harrington-related, and he might still be reeling, but at least he understands what's happening and has it in check

At this very fucking moment Steve resurfaces and reminds Billy about himself, and it pulls the surf board from under his feet. He's back to zero again, having lost control once more

Just wanting to commit a fucking crime. Breaking and entering, burn the rich-ass dude's clothes, key his car, poison his current girlfriend

Hargrove would never key the beamer. He spent too much time making it look perfect.

Like right the fuck now, when Billy's just standing in the parking lot, thighs on his baby's hood, finishing his morning smoke in peace, minding his business, a minute till the first period, and

Bam!

He gets a snowball in the back.

The fuck!??

He turns around - there's just Harrington in the almost empty lot, grinning like a dumbass and a new girl by his side hiding a giggle - Sammy, Tammy ..?

Playing fucking games? What grade are you in? Planting notes, throwing frigging snowballs?

Okay shithead.

Billy looks as if he's not bothered, like he's ignoring the asshole, but his eyes are already looking for patches of snow, still lying around - it's the beginning of spring, February has no choice but to slowly start stepping away, taking all winter paraphernalia with it. He's planning revenge, but unfortunately, upon starting to walk towards the school, slips on the ice and lands on his ass.

Motherfucker!

During all three months of winter Hargrove managed to stay on his feet somehow, but at the fucking end of February he absolutely has to fall down, in front of Harrington, of course.

There's a very distinct Hahaaha that he hears behind his back

You goddamn son of a bitch

Billy quickly jumps to his feet, ducks down, and while Steve's still laughing with the girl, a massive snowball hits the king in the fucking ear. Good shot. He's not looking so playful anymore, he looks really hurt. Hargrove seldom misses, and he strikes hard.

You asked for it, Indiana.

Hargrove flips Steve off for good measure and keeps walking to school, honour defended, dignity restored.

Kinda.

Stop fucking fucking with me.

***

At the beginning of March seniors' yearbook pictures are being taken in Hawkins High. Well, they were already taken in the fall, was it October? .. but some kids were sick or absent, so it's the last call for those who haven't had it done. The yearbook layout is almost ready and in April or May it's supposed to be printed out.

Billy doesn't give a fuck. He skipped the first photo session and

How many dollars should he spend on the stupid book?

He's not getting himself one here, in the lamest school of all. He doesn't know half of these people, and he doesn't really care about anyone in particular, even the basketball team, Hawkins Losers, makes him only want to forget about its existence. Back in San Diego it wouldn't even be a question, but here?

What the fuck for?

Billy still goes to the photo shoot this time though. He wants to skip Spanish, and also

Because Harrington is there too, hanging around the entrance to the school drama hall, that's where it'll be held. King Steve actually had his picture taken the first time, in October, but

Oh, you need to hear this one -

The bitch didn't like it.

So he's actually asking for his photo to be retaken now. Jesus Christ. Since Byers aka Harrington's ex-girlfriend's current boyfriend, is responsible for today's event, the King

slash

Fastidious Queen

Is going to get another chance.

There are some other seniors in the hall as well, no-one's in a hurry, no-one's eager to get back to class early, so they take their time, girls brushing their hair in front of the mirror and applying lipstick, guys just fooling around. King Steve gets an extra couple of shots, just in case, to make him happy. The faces Harrington makes when he's being photographed are to die for, Billy wants to roll on the floor with laughter.

When the period and the photo thing finish, the kids are on their way out of the hall, and it just so happens that Harrington and Hargrove are the last ones to actually walk out of the door. The responsible Byers is in a hurry to take the school photo camera back to the photo lab. Steve's not feeling bad about breaking Jonathan's camera in September, monsters or no monsters, the dude still shouldn't have taken pictures of him and his friends, hiding and watching them from the woods. Steve apologized for saying some nasty stuff about his family in the heat of the fight, but that's as far as the apologies will go. It's a bit weird to have Byers take pictures of him, given their history, if he remembers it right, back in the fall the shoot was done by someone else but, honestly, it feels like so much stuff has happened after that, it's all water under the bridge.

The boys look at each other before leaving the hall, stalling. Steve's lips curl in a mischievous smile and Hargrove's eyes mirror it with the similar naughty twinkle

Steve takes Billy's hand.

And it's like everything around him disappears for a split second.

The warmth of it.

What the fuck, why the fuck

Helplessness.

Billy's blood knows the route, flowing fast.

With some brain cells still functioning. Hargrove peeks out of the hall, everyone is minding their own business, in a hurry to get to the bathroom, to a locker, to the next class. Byers is gone.

Hargrove closes the door. Steve's hasn't let go of his hand

Making the electricity run through his body.

Billy glances down at their hands, then up at Harrington's pretty face again, the dude is devouring him - Hargrove can't be imagining that, it's real - with his big beautiful fucking deer eyes, lips slightly parted

Inviting.

Luring.

They understand each other without a single spoken word

Billy almost knocks Steve down with a kiss, there's so much uncontrollable force

How many times have they kissed already? It feels like it’s so new, like they've never done it before.

Harrington is dragging Billy behind the stage, they climb up the small staircase there

Holding each other.

Billy's hands are clutching onto Steve's clothes, Harrington is gripping the other boy's back of the neck with one hand and tugging his jeans jacket with the other

They are behind the curtain. It smells funny here, of dust and paint, fear of public speaking, forgotten lines and improvisation.

Fear and improvisation - that can actually be applied to what the boys are doing right now.

Harrington's ass ends up being slammed against some kind of a table.

They are kissing, kissing, kissing, fuck, why does Billy want to kiss this idiot so much, he’s ready to suck his lips for a whole hour, play catch with their tongues

Running wild

And touch, touch, touch

Steve's shoulders, his arms, back, chest, belly ..

Everything, everything, all of his lean body, Billy's hands are not big enough

What would it feel like if they were naked now?

Harrington isn't so shy either, he is groping Billy everywhere, his hands go down to his ass, he fucking kneads his ass so much it hurts

Fuck.

Billy is so turned on, he wants to fucking weep because he can't cope

With the heat. With the lust. With the need.

He goes for Steve's fly, pops the button, opens it, his fingers fucking trembling

Like of a junkie.

He can actually .. he's been dying to see Harrington's dick like that, in day light

Oh god god god is it happening

He pulls the pants down together with the underwear, and Steve's cock springs up in all its splendor

Red, swollen, meaty

Big. The head is purplish and shiny, with a little pool of precum in its tip

It feels like a reflex already, Billy's hand moving to grab it.

But before, he slides his palm over the dark pubic hair

It's so coarse. Harrington's got a full fucking bush down there, and Billy wants to find himself lying in bed together with Steve, stroke his groin, teasingly, wrapping rings of wiry hair on his index finger.

Hargrove's hand on the lower belly makes the other boy moan and Billy mutters

"Shut up, Harrington. Or someone will hear us."

Steve looks like he doesn't care, but of course he does. They don't want to get caught. They can't.

Billy runs his fingers up the cock. Steve hisses

Hargrove doesn't want to appear too gentle, that's why he stops with the caressing and takes the dick in his palm, just like he's been dreaming of

Fucking velvet, fucking tender, skin like the softest down

And flesh stiff as a rock.

Billy's gone. He is so completely gone on the sensations.

Why has he never felt like that before? Like a live wire.

For a fraction of a second he considers ditching Steve, leaving him here with his dick out in the open because

Don't do it don't do it don't do it

Is at the back of his mind.

You can't handle this.

Of course he doesn't listen to reason. Not this time. Not when King Steve is whining so sweetly under his touch

"I told you to shut up, or you'll get us in trouble."

Steve's rasping out

"You shut up. Come on, make me cum."

Excuse me?

That rubs Billy the wrong way and he scoffs because

The royal fucking attitude.

He's not gonna put up with it.

"Make me cum too, asshole," - with a mean chuckle.

Harrington is looking at him in disbelief, like how dares he, but Billy is letting go of his erect dick and Steve says quickly

"Okay. Let's make each other cum."

Hargrove's waiting. The king doesn't seem to be catching on.

"Unzip."

There's a flash of something dark in the pretty boy's brown eyes like he isn't used to being told what to do.

"Fuck you."

Yet, he obeys.

Hargrove's dick falls heavily out of the black boxers and

Steve's hesitating. Looking.

Billy can wait again. He's not moving his hand up and down the other boy's cock, he's not gonna do it unless ..

Harrington takes him, cautiously, clumsily.

Tentatively.

Billy's gonna pass out right this second.

Fuck .. fuck, it looks so fucking hot, Steve's fingers wrapped around his dick.

Billy is trying to memorize every little detail of what's going on here, for later.

It drives Billy fucking wild. The sight of them holding each other by the dicks turns him savage

Like he wants to .. he wants to

Eat Harrington alive.

They start jerking each other off, copying each other's pace, gradually falling into the same rhythm, slower strokes becoming faster.

Eyes darting between faces and dicks, searching for some confirmation that what each one is doing here, is good, feels good.

Feels amazing.

Harrington's cock is cut clean and neat

Billy's uncut, and the feeling is so different. Steve doesn't have all the extra skin to be worked with, but Billy does, and

Hargrove doesn't understand why but it makes it even more exciting, the difference.

In all of the commotion Billy's right hand falls from Steve's back on the table and

It's touching an object

Billy absentmindedly pulls it from behind Steve ready to throw it on the floor so it doesn't get in the way

It's a crown. A fucking papier-mache fake crown made for a performance

Billy doesn't toss it on the floor, he's grinning at Harrington instead, trying to put it on his head

"A crown for your majesty."

It's getting knocked out of Hargrove's hand

"Jesus, you are so dumb."

"No, you're fucking dumb."

Both boys are snickering like complete idiots.

They go on pumping their hard cocks.

Harrington's slit is gushing precome.

A couple of times Billy breaks the rhythm and gives attention to the head of Steve's dick, using that slow twisting motion, spreading all the moisture with his thumb

It makes the pretty boy close his eyes and bite his lower lip

"Nuuugh .."

"Shuuuudup."

He looks so fucking hot.

And like .. Billy wants to say something, how much he likes it, how sexy Steve looks, but

They have to keep quiet not to get caught.

It's unlikely someone's gonna come to the hall now, and especially backstage, still, you never know.

Also, Hargrove is not gonna be the talkative bitch who can't contain his excitement

So Billy keeps everything that he wants to say to himself, only occasional gasps and suppressed moans escaping their lips. Something tells him, in other circumstances Harrington would be much much louder.

Billy can hear Harrington's breath hitching and he starts thrusting his hips erratically

He's close.

Billy is close too.

***

When they are finished, there's this moment again, when you're coming down from the high and you still have to look at each other and .. talk?

Like .. it's awkward as balls.

Speaking of. He has seen the imperial scepter, but he hasn't seen the crown jewels. He'd certainly like to take a peek. They might be fun to play with

Fffffuck

He just had an orgasm. Sex thoughts, fucking already ??

They both take their hands off of each other,

Steve's fingers linger on Billy's t-shirt, crumpling it

Wha ..

"The fuck you're doing?"

"Well, I can't wipe it on my sweater. It costs like .. a lot."

Fucking asshole!

"Your t-shirt's easier to wash."

They've got sperm all over their clothes.

What a despicable douche. Billy crowds Harrington against the table again and pointedly slides his hand, covered in cum, over the expensive fabric

"The fuck you did that for?"

"Just wiping off your mess, assface."

That's the pillow talk, that's it, that's how you do it in the town of Hawkins.

The assface in question is pouting

He slightly pushes Hargrove away, zips up and Billy does the same.

"I don't want to get to class."

Yeah, back to reality.

The pictures were taken during Foreign Language - the teachers have been notified, that certain students are going to be absent from class. Hargrove takes Spanish. Harrington takes French. Would be funny to actually see the jerk speak French

Bonjour, crétin

The boys yielding to the urge to touch each other's dicks led to their skipping more than half of History class. There's no point in going there now, so it'll be great if they manage to make it to their cars without running into a teacher.

"Let's try and get out of here."

When they carefully go out of the school hall and start moving towards the exit, already thinking they are in the clear

Too soon.

"Mr. Hargrove! Mr. Harrington! Why aren't you in class?"

Shit.

That's Mrs. Donovan, the vice principal.

"We uh .."

Apparently, cumming so hard has left Billy's brain empty and unable to produce any kind of a viable excuse

Harrington seems to have the same problem because he's coming up with the genius

"I uh .. I had to use the bathroom."

"And Mr. Hargrove was helping you?"

"Uh .. we're actually .. no. We got sidetracked."

What ??

Mrs. Donovan decides not to delve into the idiocy.

"I believe you should be in History right now."

"And we are on our way to class, Mrs. Donovan." Billy pipes up.

The vice principal is watching them walk to the classroom. To the door.

Jesus.

Their History teacher is not happy to see them crash her lesson in the middle of it.

Hagan is looking at them all strange. Damn it. They should probably agree on a sensible lie, not to get him all suspicious and shit.

When the period is finished, Mrs. Jenkins calls the slackers' names and expresses her dissatisfaction with their behaviour

The boys are standing there trying to look remorseful as fuck.

It doesn't help.

Mrs. Jenkins is a tough nut to crack. She's close to a hundred, so biologically immune to Hargrove's charm. And he can't woo her intellectually cause that's not the case right now.

Billy's not even trying anything, he knows it's hopeless. She's also super strange about students skipping her lessons, she takes it like a deep personal offence.

"I will accompany you to your detention, young men. Right now. And I will also be the one monitoring you today. Please. After you."

Detention .. ??

Fuck.

"Mrs. Jenkins, is that really necessary .."

"You do the crime, you do the punishment. Be thankful I am not going to call your parents to let them know about your lack of discipline."

"Can I at least let my .."

"No you cannot, Mr. Hargrove."

Old bitch.

Billy knows, he's not there to pick Max up equals problems with Neil. If only he could warn her to wait for him at school, hang out at her AV club or something.

The witch Jenkins said no, and he's not gonna beg.

***

I did google the percentage of circumcised/uncircumcised males in the states of Indiana and California in the 1970s-1980s. The rate of circumcised males in Indiana was very high, while California was literally at the bottom of the US states list

#harringrove #harringrove fic #s1steve x billy #harringrove slow burn #harringrove high school shenanigans

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thediktatortot · 1 year

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I really really want to plot out a story of a mashup of Star Wars & Stranger Things bc those are my two most recent fandom obsessions and I just NEED them to mash up. Bc I want Star Wars but I want to focus on my current character fixations which is the ST crowd. lol

If I wrote something i'd want the characters to be:

Steve is a Resistance fighter. He's more often boots on the ground sort of team leader, having fallen into the leader role naturally when he left his home on Coruscant to help fight against the First Order.

Eddie is a Spice Runner, who has made it his mission to never get caught or backed into a corner. He and his uncle lived on a planet in the Outer Rim, his own parents having been arrested when he was a child by the New Republic.

Billy is Storm Trooper Captain, his father a higher ranking officer of the ship he resides on. He wasn't always with the First Order, his father having joined when Billy was a boy and had taken Billy with him and remarried.

Max is a Cadet with the First Order, not yet old enough to fight or have a job.

Neil Hargrove is a General is the First Order, a mean man with an even meaner disposition to those who disobey him.

Billy has been aiming to escape for a while, unable to find the right moment to leave the clutches of not only the First Order, but his father General Hargrove. He has to plan his escape perfectly, can't let any small detail escape him because General Hargrove is a man who doesn't loose what's his.

And Billy belongs to General Hargrove. Son or not, Billy's property and he knows it.

Billy's plan goes south however when he goes to enact it, running into Cadet Max in the very middle of his escape. Billy knows if he leaves Max alive, Neil will most likely punish her for letting Billy escape, but he can't kill her, always hated her because of Neil but they never truly had any real reason to hate each other. Billy stuns her instead, throwing her over his shoulder before hastily continuing his escape.

It's not perfect, but he gets out of there with max in tow tied up in the back of the Tie Phantom he stole, however nothing is as good as it seems. There's an issue with the oxygen system, the filters not drawing in to filter the air.

Meanwhile...

Eddie's not having a good day at all. He's 1. been caught and 2. backed into a corner and tied up.

The Resistance decided to be good seminarians today and try to clear out the local spice ring in this quadrant of the galaxy. He was caught unawares (he was totally napping) and taken on board.

The Captain of this little team is a bit of a snarky asshole but he hasn't hurt Eddie yet.

There's a commotion however, the Resistance ship coming out of warp drive due to a distress signal. Eddie can't see it, but he hears the whole Resistance crew gasp.

Steve's not sure what to do about what he sees, a darkened Tie drifting in the darkness of space around them. The distress signal is still broadcasting but no movement can be seen from the cockpit.

They decide to bring it in, standing at the ready as they open the hatch and air rushes inside the small fighter cabin. The two First Order members inside are alive but unconscious, lucky as kriff that they were found when they were as their oxygen levels was severely low.

Now Steve has to figure out what to do with his new cargo, both the spice runner and the First Order.

Probably a "we're taking you back to base to be processed but we get attacked by something a long the way and crash land and have to help each other get out of here alive but we all hate each other until we work together and become friends" story.

#Steddilly #Harringroveson #Metalsandwhich #Billy Hargrove #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Max Mayfield #Star Wars AU #Stranger Things

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bugsonatugboat · 2 years

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Thinking about the quintessential dancer AU Anderperry. Buckle in baby, this is about to be unnecessarily long.

(Not really a fic just an idea dump)

Ever since he was little, Neil’s been forced into learning more formal dance styles by his parents to add onto his list of “things I don’t care about but my parents can brag about to their friends at parties”. He doesn’t give a damn about their reputation or his, but he’s lucky his friends go to the same dance studio as he does. He’s always been great at picking up new things quickly, and he’ll practice more modern choreography in his free time.

When their new instructor John Keating joins the staff, Neil is in awe of the way he insists on combining old and new styles, breaking rules, doing what feels right to them. He allots them time to try out styles they haven’t done before, even staying late for extra practice, and Neil finally feels like he’s on the right track, so long as he can keep it a secret from his parents at least until their studio’s end of season performance.

One evening, Neil finds himself staying late practicing long after the rest of his friends had gone home, frantically packing away his things when he realizes how much time had gotten away from him. He slings his bag over his shoulder, taking note of the darkening sky and the sunset lighting the hallway. His dad will probably kill him when he gets home so late.

As he’s leaving, though, he hears music (piano, he notes) from one of the studios. It’s almost closing time, the students should all be gone. He must not have been the only one practicing late that day.

Peering in, he finds the source of the music. A phone is laying on the floor, and Neil’s eyes land on the dancer. A boy, blonde, must be about his age. The piano is quickly explained by the fact that he clearly dances ballet. He’s not frail, but he’s graceful, probably the most graceful dancer Neil had ever seen. It felt like the music was coming from him, and the light from the sunset is pouring in the window in such a way that he looks almost angelic. It’s impossible to tear his eyes away.

The door creaks just a bit too loudly as Neil leans forward. The boy halts immediately, whipping his head to the door with wide eyes. For some reason, he looks completely terrified. Neil searches for what to say before the poor kid tries to escape out the window.

“Sorry— I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he offers lamely. “You’re just incredible.”

The boy stares at him before shaking from his stupor, scrambling to pick up his phone and his belongings to stuff into his bag. “I-It’s fine,” it doesn’t sound fine, “I have to go anyway.”

“I’ve never seen you before. Are you new?”

“No. Keating, he— he uh, lets me use the studio. A-After it’s empty.” He’s tripping over his words while he changes into his sneakers, clumsily tying the laces and avoiding Neil’s eyes like he’s the plague.

“Ah, the Captain. He let me stay late too. I lost track of time.”

The boy slows up a little bit, perhaps feeling less threatened (not that Neil ever thought himself a particularly threatening person).

“You know instructor Keating?”

“Mhm. He’s great.”

“He is.”

“I’m Neil Perry.”

“Todd. Um, Anderson.”

Neil smiles. The boy, Todd, finally tossing a glance at him, bangs falling onto one side of his face. He’s zipping up his jacket when Neil remembers he has to actually respond.

He clears his throat. “That was beautiful, the choreography. You looked like a professional.”

Todd tenses. “Oh. It- It was fine. I messed up my footing.”

“Well, I thought it was stunning.”

Surprisingly, Todd offers him a shy smile. He slips on his backpack with red cheeks and ears. “…Um, thanks. You’re good too.”

They end up talking as they both make their way out, waving to Keating as they pass him at the front, waiting to close up. They talk until they reach the bus stop, they talk on the ride home, they talk until they hit Todd’s stop. Neil had never met someone so easy to talk to in his life, and he finds himself wishing he knew more about the mysterious dancer. He also thinks of the implications of Todd knowing he’s “good too”. Next time they meet, he’ll ask about it. Maybe he’ll even remember to ask for his number too.

#AHHH there’s so much more to this #but I just needed the basic premise out there #I’m not a dancer (obviously)#sorry if this is incoherent it’s past midnight n im tired as balls 😭#I’m about to absolutely pass tf out but I had to get this done firsttt hope you liked #dead poets society #dps #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #todd and neil #neil and todd #dps fic #fanfic #dance au #fanfic tropes #todd x neil #neil x todd #fic ideas

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booman86 · 6 months

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Riverside High Ep 2

The Archer Mansion

"Terry, Terry wakes up" said a mystery voice, Terry open as he looks around and see he's not in his bedroom but at a mystery waterfall. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair with angel like wings appears in front of Terry. "Who, who are you?" said Terry. The Angel wing woman laugh "Don't worry Terry all you need to know is that you're the chosen one who will save the world" said Angel wing woman. Before you know it Terry waking up from his dream "What just happened?" said Terry as she looked confused but before he noticed he sees a red glowing Gem in his hand. "Is is this the gem she gave me?. Said Terry before he went back to sleep.

Riverside High School

The next day at school Terry is sitting in class. He was still worried about his dream he had last night. "Yo Terry wake up," said Alucard. "Huh!" Alucard told Terry he been quite all day have said a single word. Terry told Alucard about a dream he has last and a gem he found in his when he wakes up. Alucard seen surprise at first, but he known something wasn't right about the dream. Meanwhile Nijia and Kaila seem to get used to high school at the class head to the gym of PE class. The coach told the students they would be playing dodge ball today as one of the students has to pick someone as the team captain. Nijia was chosen to be team captain as Terry was picked by Alucard to be the team captain of his team. "Ok girls let see who going to be on my team," said Nijia. Meanwhile Terry is picking team as he chosen Alucard, Kevin, Neil and Mandy. As of Nijia team she picks Kaila, Joey, Kea and Rod.

As the game begins each team begin to throw and dodge. Alucard see that Nijia and Kaila are the bigger as both standing at 6'11 he sees them as an easy tragic. Both girls quickly dodge the ball that Alucard throw at them, but of Alucard he always has a plan B. While girls weren't looking, he used this telekinesis power as he cost on the ball and hit Kaila butt. Oh, really Alucard!" said Kaila smirk on your face. "Don't get too lucky, jungle girl." said Alucard. As the school bell rings of lunch time Kaila is sitting outside along with Daryl and Alucard in the football field. "You sure Daryl" said Alucard while he still thinks about what Daryl told him. "Come Alucard. It's not like you're going to get crushed," said Daryl as she blushed a little. Both seemed to be a bit nervous, but she told Alucard if he was not ok with it, she understood. Alucard handed her a paper saying I'll meet you at your house after school. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Alucard." said Daryl.

During the last period in class, Nijia asked Kaila why Daryl was so excited. Kaila explains to Nijia that Daryl and Alucard he's going to have a little fun after school. Nijia begins to joke about Daryl and Alucard having sex but Kaila responds to Nijia about how she always walks around the house in her underwear trying to get her attention. As the bell rang and school ended Kaila met up with Jolene as both walked home together. Meanwhile Nijia stops at her locker to pick up her books off study. Back at the house Nijia is sitting down in a recliner as she studies for her upcoming match test. "This recliner is a bit small," said Nijia. "I don't know Nijia, maybe your butt is too big," said Terry. "Hahaha very funny" laugh Nijia. As she continues to move around Nijia breaks a recliner, which sends her flying backwards, into the wall. Afterwards, Terry recommends buying a new one, but Nijia refuses since she does not have the money. Terry then recommends fixing it, but Nijia claims it is not broken, only to be proven wrong when it sends her flying when she tries to use the lever. Nijia claims she is fine with her recliner being broken, but Terry disagrees because it takes up too much space that way. Later that day Nijia and Terry return from the arcade store, arguing about who won. Nijia claim that she had the high score than Terry. But Terry disagrees with her, claiming that he's had the high score. Nijia then finds that the television is back in place and a new recliner has replaced the broken one. She insists on returning it, wanting her old one back, only to learn that Terry has donated it to a thrift store. Nijia claims that her recliner was her sole possession and meant a lot to her because it was the only thing she bought with her own money. She proceeds to tell the story of her saving up to buy it, by working at Burger King, so she and a guilty Terry leave to retrieve it.

At the thrift store, Terry and Nijia find out that someone had already purchased Nijia recliner. While Nijia is grieving his loss, Terry recommends using the new recliner. Terry proceeds to back out of the parking space but bumps into green car that was own by Mr. Chris, Nancy old enemy from a Customer Service, he told Terry his leg is broke. After Mr. Chris leaves to have it checked, Nijia takes over the car thinking Terry already did too much damage, only to drive straight into the building in front of him. "Hehehe sorry I forgot I can't drive," said Nijia. At home, Kaila tries to get comfortable in new chair but complains about how it feels and how it makes noises when she moves. Jena suddenly appears, and also criticizes it, calling it hideous. Nijia then explains to Jena that Terry donated her old recliner to a thrift store and purchased a new one. They then tell him that fashion is not his area and that he doesn't "see" the way they do. Mr. Chris calls Terry and says that his broken leg was worse than they thought, meaning it will cost $5,000 to see what the problem is. If it is serious enough, it will cost an additional $55,000. Jena and Nijia disturb Terry call, saying they need his credit card to get Nijia recliner back. Just as Terry prepares to go to Mr. Chris house, Jena says she needs Terry to help carry the recliner, much to his anger.

At Home Warehouse, Nijia and Jena search for a recliner, but Jena is too distracted to focus. Meanwhile, Terry gives Chris a check for $10,000 dollars, then apologizes for running into his car. Mr. Chris then asks for some groceries, which Terry has to get because Mr. Chris can't get around no more. After Terry leaves to get the groceries, Mr. Chris gives off an evil laugh, making Terry suspicious of him. "Hold up, did you just make an evil laugh?" said Terry. "Oh no Terry," said Mr. Chris. After Terry returns to Mr. Chris with the groceries, he overhears Mr. Chris talking on the phone with his leg dealer and finds out his leg is not broken but it's a fake leg. A suspicious Terry demands to speak with him, then ends up fighting with Mr. Chris tries to grab the phone, but he is too late as the leg dealer hangs up. As Terry leaves, Mr. Chris maniacally laughs again, making Terry even more suspicious.

Back at Home Warehouse, Jena plays around with a bed while Nijia searches for a recliner. Nijia reveals that she went to the bathroom in one of the display toilets, then runs off with Jena, hoping to avoid getting caught. Meanwhile, Terry searches for more information about Mr. Chris finds out about a previous lawsuit in which a driver struck Mr. Chris, stating he popped out of nowhere and was awarded a large sum of money. Terry then finds more similar incidents as Joey runs into Terry's house and claims he ran into Mr. Chris, who apparently came out of nowhere. Terry, catching on to Mr. Chris, suggests they check up on him while Nijia and Jena leave the warehouse store. Nijis faces the fact that she will have to keep using her new recliner while Jena admits she purchased the closet organizer she saw.

Mr. Chris is visited by Terry and Joey, who have found out about his scheme. Terry notes that Mr. Chris' leg is intact and discovers his fake leg, then proceeds to call the cops, only to be locked in the Mr. Chris room with Mr. Chris threatening to shoot both Terry and Joey if they don't comply with his orders. Terry then sees his old recliner, which Mr. Chris picked up at the thrift store. Mr. Chris tells about how he came up with his scheme while sitting on the defective recliner. Terry asks Mr. Chris takes a seat back in the recliner, so Mr. Chris complies, only to be sent flying backward into a wall, breaking his leg for real. Back at home, Terry shows Nijia her old recliner, only for Nijia to be disappointed, for she was getting attached to the newer one much to Terry fury after going through all that trouble.

Later that night Daryl was in her stable watching Sailor Moon. Nijia came in and asked Daryl about her and Alucard. Daryl told Nijia that her and Alucard went on a date, but it was nothing that important. "So You to didn't do anything!" Before she can say another word, Daryl told Nijia she doesn't have to think too hard about how her and Alucard date.

The End?

#daryl #gts #giantess #alucard #Terry #Nijia #Kaila

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o-rchidae · 2 years

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Terrortober 2022 Day 1 - Polar

“What? Are you following me now?” Neil couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him as he came face to face with his ex. Of all the cruise liners in all the world, they had to be working on his.

They had shaved their beard off since he had last seen them, which somehow made them look like the world’s tallest child and a little old lady simultaneously. They were dressed in the standard crew uniform, white short sleeved shirt with those stupid little epaulettes and black slacks, crisp and perfect compared to Neil’s coveralls.

“I swear, Billy, I didn’t know you'd be here.” Neil protested, “I didn’t think I'd be here. I thought I was going to be assigned to the Pacific Island cruise. I didn’t know Franklin Ross even ran a Polar cruise. Who goes on a Polar cruise?”

“Whale watchers, Neil, whale watchers.” Billy said, “Do you really expect me to believe that you just happened to get a job with the same company as me by pure coincidence.”

“There’s only so many cruise liners, Billy. Why would I follow you to the Arctic, you made your feelings very clear. 'I never want to see your stupid smirking face again, Cornelius.’ That's what you said.”

"I know what I said. And I stand by it. We had a good thing going, working on that super yacht, and you fucked it all up." It had been good. The owner only used it few weeks a year. Some heir to a famous whiskey distillery who just looked like some guy off the street. That’s how you could tell someone was old money, they never showed it off.

The rest of the year they had the run of the place. A new exotic location every month or so. Pure white beaches, turquoise water. Sydney, Singapore, Palm Beach, St Barts. The captain, Frank Crozier hadn’t given a shit about what they got up to. He’d been a little too fond of his boss’s product. Then it had all fallen apart. If Neil hadn’t agreed to smuggle that cigar shipment from Cuba they might still be working there. They had been lucky it had only been the cigars, he had transported far worse over the years, and they had got off with a fine and getting unceremoniously let go.

"I’m sorry? Which one of us confessed immediately when I told you I had things under control." Neil said angrily, standing his ground. It would have been more effective if Billy hadn’t been a good hear taller than him but he did his best.

“Whatever, just stay out of my way. It’s a big ship, we don’t have to see each other.” Billy said and stormed off.

#terrortober #cornelius hickey #billy gibson #the terror #hickey/gibson #terrortober 2022

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simonsrosebud · 3 years

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the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is, pt. 2

part one three four five

dalton’s apartment becomes a common occurrence over the next month. kevin kisses dalton into the couch cushions, and then the bed. and this one time it’s almost the same, except dalton interrupts. “oh, hey, i’ll be at your game tomorrow- ah,” he breathes as kevin kisses down his neck.

kevin doesn’t like that. no- he likes that, that dalton is willing to see him do what he loves and all, but not that he told him right now. because now he has to stop what he’s doing and explain. explain that he’s pretty fucking famous in the exy world, that his mother is the creator of the sport, that he’s kevin day- what that entails.

but dalton takes it surprisingly easily. he thinks it’s because he’s not invested in the sport in the way almost everyone else kevin knows is and just doesn’t get it, or maybe because he actually likes kevin for kevin and just doesn’t care about his past and the weight of his name.

because after kevin’s done dalton kisses away his frown and climbs onto his lap. “don’t worry, hot shot, you’re still just a history nerd to me.”

kevin upgrades dalton and his friend to his family seats. his friend seems to know exactly who he is when he goes up to them before warm ups, and by the guys face kevin realizes that dalton definitely didn’t tell his friend who they’d come for.

kevin hugs dalton. “i’m not out yet,” he whispers. “otherwise i’d kiss you.”

dalton grins like a child. “later.” he shrugs.

andrew mocks him in the car to fox tower after their win. “invite your boyfriend?” and he freezes. “fuck you for thinking i’m an idiot.”

kevin thanks god that nicky rode with matt. aaron and neil both look at him, though. “you’re dating someone?” neil will never not be oblivious. aaron just sneers.

kevin stays quiet. he should’ve known better from andrew, after all. but he pulls out his phone. come pick me up?

be there in 30, we're walking home from the stadium LOL

it's enough time to go hang out with the rest of the team and the vixens in the lounge, dan would kill him if he didn't show at all. but he must lose track of time because eventually the door opens and instead of another fox it's dalton. it's not enough to pause conversations, even though kevin is sure they all at least notice.

when kevin follows him out dalton knocks shoulders with his and smiles. “are you drunk? i noticed they were drinking.”

“no. i’m um, i’m-i’m four months... sober.”

dalton is a pure angel because he smiles at kevin as he drives. “that’s good, kev, i’m proud of you for that.” and he doesn’t make him explain, or ask questions. he takes it at face and lets it go, and it makes kevin want to bask in the feeling he gets from it. it’s a different kind of trust than he’s used to.

he texts andrew that he’s not coming home for the night. as soon as they get inside dalton’s place he has his lips on kevin’s. “looked really hot tonight,” he mumbles and lets kevin walk him backwards towards his room. “wish you still had your uniform on. so strong,” and squeals when kevin picks him up.

“stop talking, d”

the next morning dalton drops him off at the stadium for training. he doesn’t see anyone else there, so he lets dalton grab his face and kiss him before climbing out with a smile.

it fades when he sees nicky and allison staring at him as they exit the stadium. he forgot it was therapy week for the team.

kevin freezes up. nicky’s grinning, and allison continues walking to her car. “wait!” nicky wiggles his eyebrows when kevin grabs his arm. “for once in your life, nicky, please don’t tell anyone.”

and it’s weird, because nicky kind of loses his smile. “are you gay? or bisexual?”

shrug. “second.”

“are you serious about not telling people? you’re obviously not out yet.” kevin nods, and nicky smiles. “i won’t tell. i can keep secrets, you know, when they matter.”

kevin looks to allison, who looks to nicky. “we’ve all noticed you hanging out with that guy lately. if a bet about you two boning comes up we’re splitting the pot.” nicky nods. “secrets safe with me, then.”

kevin doesn’t tell them that andrew and neil know. allison’s stubborn and he’s lucky he got her to keep her mouth shut on the first try.

he’s still moody during practice, though. on their way back, andrew drives right past fox tower and to dalton’s apartment. kevin doesn’t even realize until the car stops. “what are-“

“get out. you’re not allowed back until your mood is gone.” and kevin could just walk back. it’s only a fifteen minute walk, honestly, but he doesn’t really want to. he wants dalton to wrap his body around him so he can take a nap and he wants to just hug him. he’s realized over time that he’s been incredibly touch starved, and he’s become a fan of bear hugs.

he could feel himself distracted during practice, worrying himself over if he should tell the public that he’s bi to get ahead of it and worrying over what he and dalton are. if it’s going in a direction that would even give him reason to come out.

so when dalton lets him in with a smile at the unexpected visit, kevin kind of falls into his arms and hugs him. “can you hold me.” it’s a different type of vulnerability, but dalton takes it with grace.

and eventually, when dalton’s lying on him with a hand in his hair, he asks, “do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

kevin snaps his head to look at him. he runs his hand up dalton’s bare back. “i’ve never been in a real relationship before. my last one... she was toxic for me.” triggering would be more accurate.

“that’s okay,” he whispers, his hand slides down to kevin’s face and he drags his thumb down his lip. “just want you, kev.”

it’s the first time he thinks he’s ever heard something along those lines, and it hits so deep. he rolls over dalton and kisses him into the mattress.

the foxes have a field day with it.

kevin doesn’t tell them, but he realizes two weeks later that allison was right when she guessed about them starting bets, and it doesn’t help when kevin brings dalton back to the suite only to find the upperclassmen and cousins all spread out on the couches and floor- minus renee and aaron. he freezes and starts to walk backwards but andrew steps in front of him. “stay.”

“why.” but andrew doesn’t answer because he’s already said his piece, and kevin almost ignores him until neil pulls the vice captain card and forces him to stay.

kevin wants to hit him.

“it’s fine, kev,” dalton practically pulls him to the group. dan greets him first and introduces herself. “we’re playing never have i ever, drinking edition, if you wanna play, but you’ve got to drink for kevin, too”

and dalton’s wanted kevin’s friends to like him ever since he first saw them, so he doesn’t really want to say no.

“this is a bad idea. they don’t play nice,” kevin says to dalton. and he’s right. the foxes don’t really play the game right, and all they do is go for each other.

kevin starts.

never have i ever payed a guy to knock me out: neil takes a drink with murder in his eyes. andrew’s behind him and flicks the back of his head. he isn’t playing, but he’s not letting neil get wasted without being close by. and also, he kind of lives there.

never have i ever gone to a peaceful exy banquet: no one drinks, and for some reason it makes them all burst into laughter.

never have i ever done cracker dust: dan says that one with a drunk pointed look. the cousins, neil, and dalton for kevin all drink.

never have i ever had a panic attack over getting a phone: neil

never have i ever kissed the same gender: neil, nicky, allison, dalton takes two swigs.

never have i ever dated someone outside of exy: nicky and dalton for kevin.

never have i ever broken a bone: kevin, matt, aaron

broken a hand: kevin

witnessed kevin having a meltdown: everyone

lived with my dad for two years without telling him he was my dad: kevin shoots daggers at allison. dalton drinks for him.

had to get shitfaced to get a tattoo: kevin

sent neil to west virginia: kevin

seen kevin’s real smile: dalton, neil

dated kevin: dalton. it settles a few bets all at once.

given kevin a blowjob: dalton laughs before taking a drink, but that’s the last straw for kevin. he’s sober as all hell and not letting them take the piss out of him and dalton like this. “we’re leaving.” he pulls dalton up.

dalton has an arm around his shoulders and his head ducked by kevin’s. “s’fun, hm?”

kevin’s not having it. it was not fun and he had reasons he didn’t want dalton meeting the foxes yet and the whole thing was fucked over because neil pulled the VC card and dalton was too nice to decline it.

neil says, in french. “you knew he’d find out at some point”

kevin is furious. “none of you had the right pulling the shit you did tonight. i’ll fucking kill you.” and he grabs dalton by the waist to escort him out.

all posts/updates relating to this au can be found in the “OC: dalton miller” tag!

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Fluent Freshman - Part 42

There are things that change a person.

Moments where after they happen they simply cannot un-happen. Things that a person hears that they cannot un-hear. Promises that a person makes that they can’t, and perhaps even wouldn’t, un-make.

Jeremy’s moment came over winter break the previous year. Jeremy heard things that he could never un-hear in the middle of the night. Jeremy made a promise that he would never break while in the guest room of his parent’s house holding one Jean Moreau tight as he talked about the Nest.

Jeremy was different after that night.

Not wildly different. Not to most.

The only ones who knew had also had a moment, had also heard things, and had also made promises that they intended to keep.

Jeremy is on his way back from the bathroom with a freshly washed handkerchief from the Fox’s most promising Freshman when it all happens.

He watches Richard throw a glass on the ground and go for Caleb’s throat which in all honesty he had been anticipating since he’d seen the seating arrangements. Sitting the Jackals with the Terrapins? After Caleb seduced Alyssa during the Fall Banquet? Who thought that was a good idea?

Jeremy sees FF and sees that he is alone and wonders where Michael had gone off to. He’s glad that FF has stayed put, the guys quiet but he’s not bad company. Jeremy thinks he would have gotten along pretty well with Jean if he hadn’t flubbed the recruitment.

“He just got a restraining order against that step-brother of his.” Aaron Minyard says explaining the awkward air after Jeremy had spoken. “He’s a Fox.” he adds and Jeremy had felt foolish in that moment.

It should have been obvious.

He hears a scream and sees that one of the Terrapins has joined in the brawl and he has one of the steak knives.

What was the point of that when they had pre-sliced tenderloin anyways? He looks over and sees Anita Flores watching the evening start to go down in flames and all he can think is that she’ll probably do better next time. It’s the first banquet she’s run on her own since Claire retired in the fall.

His eyes go to Jean when he hears another scream.

He can see Laila with Jean and Kevin. He can see Alvarez making her way to the two of them. The Trojans know better after last Winter Banquet. They come together and don’t make it obvious that Jean is at the center of their formation.

He sees Melissa get punched when she tries to get between Richard and Caleb. He’s sure she probably just doesn’t like having this kind of violence at her stadium but getting directly between Richard and Caleb wasn’t her smartest move.

Oh Jacob took exception to that. Well Jeremy can hardly blame the guy when his girlfriend and Captain gets punched like that. Caleb’s just lucky that she’s not dating Malcolm any-

Oh Malcolm is getting in on it. I guess he does still have feelings for Melissa. They had been real cute until he cheated on her. He thinks Melissa is better off with Jacob but who knows.

He looks to Jean again and sees that Kevin is leaving the Trojan encirclement and can see the other Foxes start to head for the exit as the fighting grows more intense. He sees Andrew holding Neil’s hand in a vice grip and-

Oh, of course they’d be anxious here. Of course the Foxes were on edge.

He looks and FF is still sat at the table seemingly unbothered by the chaos erupting around him. He watches as the Foxes make their way to the table where FF is sat. Sees them gathering their belongings and sees FF remain seated, eyes on them and then on the chaos.

Ah, the rearguard.

He nods and diverts his attention back to the mess at hand. Honestly Caleb shouldn’t bait Richard and Richard should be glad that he didn’t propose to someone who’d cheat on him. They’d talked about it and it wasn’t like he had customized the ring or anything so he got his full deposit back. He thought Richard was feeling better about the whole thing, had even been dating Erika and-

Ohh yeah there’s Erika with a Terrapin’s jacket over her shoulders and a hickey that he’s pretty sure Richard hadn’t left on her neck.

Man Caleb what the hell, what did Richard even do? Caleb you don’t even like girl-

Ohhhh.

Caleb….bro. There are better ways to handle a crush.

Now fully understanding the situation Jeremy can’t help but think that it’s actually a pretty simple solution. Well, not simple. Richard is pretty straight but like a firm talking to with Caleb will probably-

“Hey, back off!” He hears Alvarez and his head whips around back to Jean where it shouldn’t have left.

Ravens.

Those Ravens.

Jeremy made a promise.

Jeremy had taken lessons over the summer and-

God it felt good to slam his fist into Johnson’s stupid awful ugly chin. The only thing that was even sweeter was sinking his fist into Reacher’s gut.

“Knox what the fuck?!” he heard Jasmine exclaim and they’d been buddies at one point but it was hard to feel anything positive for a girl who watched.

“I warned you guys during the Fall Banquet didn’t I?” Jeremy asks with a smile as he shakes out his hand. He looks to the side and sees that the rest of the team has now fully encircled Jean. Nothing was getting through them to-

It’s too late that Jeremy sees a younger Raven meatball in hand. He tries to stop it but his arms are too short and it nails Jean right in the forehead.

He looks at the marinara roll down Jean’s forehead as he blinks in surprise. Laila lets out a scream and has him cradled in her arms and out of sight before Jean even seems to fully understand what is going on.

“Jean, it’s going to be okay.” Jeremy hears Laila assure.

“Laila, what in the world are you freaking out about?” Jean asks. “I’m French, not Italian. I would not bleed marinara sauce.” Jeremy hears him say out of sight and if Jeremy wasn’t so mad he’d laugh.

“That’s it!” Alvarez exclaims and slugs the sophomore who had lobbed the errant meatball and from there it was an all out brawl between the Trojans and the Ravens. They were all defensive over their frenchmen especially against his old team and Jeremy thinks about the investigation he’s been pushing the ERC towards. Thinks about all the little things he has questioned and put into the heads of all of his friends throughout the Division.

He makes his way to Jean as Ned and Jim have taken on the task of handling Reacher and Johnson.

“God, first the sparse wine selection and now this.” Jean says from where Laila was trying to wipe sauce from his face.

“Here, use this.” he offers FF’s handkerchief and thinks about getting a few himself.

Laila takes the handkerchief, “I thought you said there was a lot of wine.” she says.

“No, I said Kevin was doing a lot of whining.” Jean corrects eyes closed as Laila cleans his face off. Jeremy looks towards the Fox table and wonders how he’ll get the handkerchief back to FF and sees FF rising up from the table and quickly put on his jacket before heading out the door after the rest of the Foxes.

What bothers him is the security guards following them. Everyone should know that security guards + the Foxes + Binghamton = Andrew might start stabbing people.

His concern only grows greater when he sees Michael and a few other Ravens follow.

***

There are things that change a person.

Experiences that you never want to experience again. Words that can never be spoken again. Feelings that can never be carefully locked away not that they’re out in the open and known.

Andrew’s experience happened two years ago. Andrew had heard words that he never wished to hear again in his entire life for the last time in Binghamton. Andrew had felt things staring down at a cell phone that he had never let himself feel before.

He looks at Neil safe and sound on the bus after a different fight, a different riot, in Binghamton and it’s hard to be upset. He hadn’t let his Junkie out of his sight the entire night and the moment that he saw security moving in he had grabbed Neil by the hand. His focus had narrowed down at that moment and no amount of Neil insisting that it was fine would stop Andrew’s determined march out of the stadium.

He only felt like he could breathe when he had ushered Neil into the bus and into a seat. He felt his shoulders ease but he didn’t let go of Neil’s hand, he didn’t know if he would until they were back in Palmetto.

The rest of the team filtered out of the stadium quickly and soon enough Wymack was calling out to make sure that everyone was there. “Smith?” Wymack called.

“He’s right here!” a voice calls out and Andrew thinks it’s one of the other Freshmen.

“Let’s get out of here.” Wymack says.

The team gets on the bus and soon enough they’re putting Binghamton in the rearview.

Andrew exhales.

***

He’d heard Michael call out for him and he’d stopped. With all the distraction and the upcoming loading onto the bus he hadn’t felt the need to be exceptionally low presence.

It’d been a mistake as it usually was.

FF looked at the security guard standing in front of him and out the door to the stadium where the Foxes were loading into the bus.

“Will you meet the Master now?” Michael is asking him and FF doesn’t quite get why he’s asking when it’s obvious that FF doesn’t have a choice.

“No.” he says because Michael did ask which means theoretically he could just be misreading the situation.

“You said you’d meet him if the banquet ended.” Michael says.

FF furrows his brow, “I said I’d get up.” he reminds and Michael looks nervous.

“Please?” Michael asks and FF blinks.

“I need to get on the bus.” FF points and the security guard merely steps into his line of sight as if that erased the fact that the bus was there and he was not on it.

“We’ll get you back to where you belong.” Michael promises.

“I belong on the bus that is going back to my campus where I keep all my stuff.” FF says matter of factly.

Michael looks at him utterly bewildered.

“Enough of this.” The guard says and goes to grab him.

FF moves out of the way.

The guard goes to grab him again and FF backs up and out of the way again.

The guard goes to grab him and FF steps back out of his reach again.

This process continues until they are back into the main stadium where the brawl has taken over all of the teams. FF sidesteps the security guard, and he’s near positive this isn’t a real security guard Binghamton really needs to work on their hiring practices. Only this time he side steps out of the way and the guard crashes like an enranged bull into the punch table.

FF’d feel bad about it but there was no way in the world he was going to meet someone named ‘The Master’ when he has spaghetti pants. Absolutely no chance. Whoever it was probably was important enough to deserve dry clean only pants.

“I need to go.” he says to Michael and heads back for the exit, hopeful that maybe just maybe the bus hadn’t left yet. Nicky was pretty drunk though and he knew that the rest of the team would have a singular focus on Captain Neil.

“No, wait!” Michael pleads and FF stops seeing the other player with tears in his eyes. FF stops and unzips his jacket slightly to reach in and grab the handkerchief he had refolded as his pocket square.

“Sorry, I really can’t stay.” he says and offers the handkerchief to Michael, “You can keep that one or hand it to me the next time we play against one another if you remember.” he says. “Tonight isn’t the night for me to talk with your Master.” he says.

Michael looks at him with wide eyes and accepts the handkerchief.

He walks out back into the exiting hallway and there is an older asian man there. He has a cane and he is standing between FF and the door.

He approaches quickly and the man hits his cane against the ground once, “You will join the Ravens.” he says with authority.

Oh great.

“I'd actually rather not.” Smith responds and makes sure to keep a wide berth from the crazy old guy who’s made his way into the Stadium somehow.

He gets out the stadium doors and-

The bus left.

He sighs thinks about the crazy guy right behind him and lets his presence fade into something only Jeremy Knox could see (APPARENTLY).

It’s pretty cold out as he gets as far away from the entrance to the building as possible and reaches into his pocket for his phone. He dials Nicky.

***

“COACH, YOU FORGOT SMITHY. AGAIN.” A drunken shout from the back of the bus startles Wymack as he lets out a loud string of curses before getting into a lane to make a U-turn.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #Michael is just staring at this handkerchief #And staring at the back of a guy who didn't even break stride passing Tetsuji Moriyama #And contemplating a lot of things at the moment #Laila: “Wait so what would you bleed?”#Jean: “What? Blood? I bleed blood?”#Laila: “But you said you're french not Italian. What would the french bleed?”#Jean: “Laila..”#Alvarez: “No Jean you've decided that Italians bleed Marinara. Finish the thought.”#Jean: “I don't know probably one of the mother sauces? Maybe Béchamel??”#Laila: “Jean we need to know your blood type if you're ever really hurt. Are you sure it's not Hollandaise?”#Jean: “How dare you imply that I would bleed Hollandaise.”#AFTG #Jean Moreau #Andreil #Jeremy Knox #Implied Jerejean #AFTG OC #FF - 42

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leia-imogen · 3 years

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MORE aaron minyard headcanons ( relationship-focused )

okay so skater boy aaron!! i absolutely adore this concept and i can just imagine how freaked kevin would be bcs how tf did you just do that omg. he tries teaching kevin but as talented as our queen is on the court, he is absolute shit at skateboarding

he was class valedictorian! i have no idea how you find that out but you KNOW that aaron screams and nicky screams and tackles him to the ground in what was probably supposed to be a hug and neil just grins and fist bumps him bcs they're now totally ( grudging ) friends. andrew meets his eyes after he's escaped nicky's iron grip and he looks,, proud

aaron's still really good friends with katelyn even if it was a little bit awkward in the weeks following their breakup. he'd fought for her for a reason, after all. she's a lively, wonderful presence and he has no idea what he'd do without her. katelyn goes on to date and marry one of her fellow vixens ( we stan bi katelyn ) and they're super cute together

aaron and dan, weirdly enough, become like best friends. literally none of the foxes saw this coming, least of all them, even tho kevin and dan are basically siblings anyways

they always kinda had mutual respect for each other, like aaron admired dan for just being an all-around kick-ass captain and dan admired aaron for being able to juggle exy and pre-med classes so well. oh, and ofc the extremely grudging mutual respect that all the foxes have for each other for being survivors

so basically they're both animal lovers plus science nerds, which is a good combo. matt's an animal lover but not a science nerd, ya know? he adores them but doesn't really wanna read a billion articles about them

they can spend,, SO long at zoo exhibits. just trading facts about the animals and observing with huge eyes ( kevin and matt are looking so smitten behind them it's adorable )

aaron and renee are pretty good friends too. not renee and andrew close obvi, but aaron has always thought that renee was insanely cool

yeah her constant optimism is a little annoying at times, but it's also very refreshing, and tbh how could you not think renee is insanely cool

aaron and allison bond over their same taste in music. i saw this one post that mentioned both of them having an avril lavigne phase??

and idk why but i can totally see them watching glee together, with nicky too

ooh imagine aaron teaching allison how skateboard! she's the only one who wants to learn and he's like why not. she gets pretty good at it! like she can't do all the fancy tricks but she can go really fast and she totally fits the skater girl aesthetic too!!

aaron and matt also become surprisingly close. like they share a room and everything, and matt's super easy to get along with. aaron tries to learn to box once, but it doesn't go very well. he can't be good at everything after all, and matt's nice about it

also they play video games together and aaron beats him most of the time. ( sometimes matt gets lucky. ) i think we all seem to forget that aaron is a video game nerd

aaron and neil still hate each other's guts with the passion of a thousand suns, but like in a loving way. like i said, neil is constantly getting injured, and aaron michael minyard, future doctor, helps abby patch his dumb ass up way too often. oh and ofc the bonding over shitty moms who they shouldn't care about but still do

not gonna do the rest of the monsters, bcs i wanna make a separate post with cousins' relationship, and another about kevaaron!

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Aftg characters and the languages they speak because I find it so interesting and also I'm bilingual

Kevin and Jean: *done with all the bullshit from the other characters, are french, got therapy and are best buddies again bc fuck the extra content, bitches about the others in french because they're petty like that*

Kevin: *drunk bc aaron won't stop calling him out on practice hours and he's irritated* You know we can benefit so much more if we work together as a duo

Jean: *drinking coffee and spamming Jeremy with yellow hearts bc they remind him of jeremy and yellow means love freak the universal acceptance of red meaning love* Nah I'd rather be in Jeremy's team. He's so much better then you after all.

Kevin *ugly crying at 2:36 am*: ok first of all bitch you stole my childhood crush, the person I look up to an respect so highly you literally just took him from me. Right from my grasp.

Neil: *walks in the kitchen bc ik for a fact this man does not have a stable sleeping pattern also he speaks french yayyy* why are you both so obsessed with Jeremy? Omg marry him or something.

Jean and Kevin: we're trying to! you dumbass

Andrew and Neil: *learn russian together so they could communicate in their own little love language (literally) and to say things to each other without the intrusion of others*

Also Neil when Andrew wakes him up at three because he craves ice-cream: you are such a bitch! I don't even know why my ass puts up with your bullshit. Do you know how lucky you are to even be my boyfriend?? Like I bought you a car but now you think I will do anything you want and buy you fucking ice-cream at three in the dead ass morning??

Also neil two seconds later: *grudgingly walks out the door muttering underneath his breath* stupid andrew can't believe I found the audacity to be in love with an idiot with a sugar addiction.

Nicky: *definetly has tiktok and also he's hispanic* est hora de comer, est hora de comer

Dan: *is a tired captain,took spanish in high school and I think early college* es tiempo de matar una puta

Andrew and Aaron: *got therapy, are in a good relationship with each other now, occasionally talk to each other on the phone*

Other foxes when Andrew and Aaron talk to each other on said phone call: Why are they screaming at each other?? Is there a problem? Are they okay, who's hurt, did someone do something stupid again??

Nicky: oh no they're actually saying words of encouragement and comfort because katelyn's pregnant/adopting a baby with kevin (take your pick based on your ships lol)

Allison: well can they not say it in a nicer tone without all the shouting??

Nicky: oh they can they just choose not to

Matt: at least they're agreeing on something and having some good old siblings quality time

Kevin and Renee: *has a conversation in japanese about food or history, renee is an east asian in my mind or just knows east asian languages*

Kevin: *history nerd, is half japanese* yeah I just think that it's extremely unfair that I'm 100% colonizer blood. Like that's just genuinely offensive to my existence

Renee: yes I agree japan needs to stop being a bussy and start talking about their colonization on other asian countries

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #tfc #kevin day #neil josten #matt boyd #aaron minyard #renee walker #jerejean #kevaaron #andreil #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds

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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Sicktember Day 20: Doctor’s Visit/Check-up Word Count: 1244 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Captain Buccaneer Warning: Summary: Buccaneer gets a check-up from Neil and Doc over his new automail arm. Notes: AO3 || ff.net

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Doctor’s Visit/Check-up

“It’s just not working the way I want it to.”

Buccaneer looked down his arm—his new, metal, automail arm. He was still having a bit of trouble remembering it was his, if he was honest. It still felt sort of foreign to him.

Neil and Doc were looking at it, and Buccaneer resisted the urge to shift in his seat. He sort of felt like a bug in a jar or something, although he knew that neither one of them would try to make him feel that way on purpose.

“Not work the way you want it to, how?” Neil asked, running a critical eye over the piece of hardware.

Buccaneer frowned. “Its… Its not responding right. It does sometimes, but then other times I’ll try to do something and it’ll go wrong. I accidently threw a glass of water all over Miles yesterday. I was lucky I didn’t hit the general. But I did shatter one of the general’s teacups when we were in her office.”

Doc and Neil exchanged looks.

“That all seems pretty normal, actually,” Neil said. “You’ve had the automail seven months now. Its still going to take some getting used to. I mean, we can check it out if you want us to, but you can’t expect to be completely back to normal yet, especially since you’ve only had it seven months.”

“Isn’t seven months long enough to have this thing working right?” Buccaneer pressed. “I’m tired of misfires! It makes me unreliable!”

“It’s going to take time,” Neil said. “Lots of it. You didn’t learn to use your flesh arm as well as you did in seven months, did you? It’s going to take time for you to learn to use your automail arm.”

Buccaneer frowned. “…I suppose that makes sense. But—I feel so useless! I can’t stay out long in the cold, I’m not reliable with a weapon. I can’t even be trusted to hold things all the time! What good am I going to be here if I can’t get this under control?”

“R&D is working on a new metal mix that should last longer in the cold,” Neil said, reaching out and running his hands over the arm, examining it. Buccaneer didn’t try to stop him. “And I’m working on some modifications that might can help as well.”

“Yeah?” Buccaneer said, his interest piquing.

Neil nodded and reached for Buccaneer’s shoulder. “Mind if I…?”

Buccaneer shook his head. “No, go ahead.”

Neil pressed the release points, expertly manipulating the arm and taking it off. He looked at the joining point on the arms itself, and then around the port in Buccaneer’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said, a little distractedly. “Part of the problem is the type of metal, of course. We need something that’s more resistant to the cold and won’t transfer the cold to your flesh as easily.” He ran his hands around the rim of the port. “When we find the right mix, that will mean replacing some of this to help.”

Buccaneer nodded. “Sure, that makes sense. But what else?”

“Well, that’s where it’s a little trickier,” Neil said. “The length of time you want to spend outside is longer than most automail users want to be. It’s longer than most people wanna be, to be honest. Even when we do find the best metal mix, keeping your flesh warm is going to be a challenge.”

He ran his fingers over the edge of the port, where it intersected and overlaid with some of his flesh. “If we could put some sort of insulating material here, it would help…”

Doc moved back over to look at where Neil was indicating and frowned. “The problem with that would be keeping the flesh healthy. Too much insulation there wouldn’t be good for it.”

“Yeah, I know.” Neil frowned. “The other idea I had was trying to find a way to warm it from the inside.”

“The inside?” Doc asked.

“Yeah, like, the body generates its own heat anyway. And automail is basically just a machine. Machines generate heat as well. If there was a way to increase that and disperse it to the outer edges of the flesh, then that would keep it warmer.” Neil said. He looked in the port. “Here and here… I have some preliminary ideas worked out.”

Doc frowned. “But what about when he’s not outside? Overheating the flesh could become a problem as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” Neil leaned back, considering. “We usually put in some regulators to help with that, so that the heat caused by the automail doesn’t hurt the outfitee too much. Its not like it’s typically a lot of heat anyway. The arm is powered by the nerves, so it’s mostly just heat from that and general movement that we have to worry about.”

Buccaneer listened to the two of them go back and forth. It was all very interesting, and he was definitely grateful for the two of them working so hard on it, but it didn’t really answer his question.

“This is great, but what about my lack of control?” he pressed.

Doc stepped back, hands on her hips. “That sounds like a problem that can be solved by physical and occupational therapy to me,” she said.

Neil nodded, running his finger along the inside of Buccaneer’s port before lifting the arm and clicking it into place. “Yeah. It basically boils down to practice.” His hands kept moving, and it was only seconds before Buccaneer felt the jolt of the nerves reconnecting. “Best thing to do is keep up the exercises that they gave you back in North City. I think one of the occupational therapists is scheduled to come up this way sometime next month. She can give you some more tips then.”

Doc nodded. “Yeah, she should be. She’s got a few people to check on. I think you’re one of her priorities, though, Captain.”

“In the meantime,” Neil stepped back, apparently satisfied with the state of the arm and the port, “Things that might help are practice. Come down to R&D some. We’ve got a lot of stuff that you can’t break that you can practice grip sensitivity on. And didn’t the General offer to train with you? You know how she is. You’re not likely to hurt her even if you’ve got a lack of control.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Doc said. “You might see what other hands-on jobs there are that you could do. You’ll be slow and clumsy at first, maybe even have lapses where you are anyway, but the practice will pay off in the end.”

Buccaneer sighed but stood up. “Thanks Doc, Neil. Other than that, how am I doing?”

“Great!” Neil said. “Your body is still taking to the implants well, and everything seems to be healing up. Hopefully we can get this new metal figured out before the skin starts to grow over the connecting port areas. I’d hate to damage that.”

“Just come back to see us next week, or sooner if there are any other problems,” Doc said.

“Will do,” Buccaneer agreed, and turned to walk out the door.

He was, honestly, a little disappointed that there wasn’t a quicker fix, but it sounded like he would just have to do some work. Well, what’s some more hard work? He’d make it. There was no other option. He was, after all, a Briggs Bear. And Briggsmen didn’t give up.

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Yeah, okay, I'm fanning the flame of this slightly underrated ship🤣

GRITVIN HEADCANONS!!!

I will be including some other AU series in this, like Toppat!Charles, Toppat!Henry and Dad!Charles, so prepare for tears and suffering 😃

So after their first mission together, Victoria can't get her mind off of the stupid pilot that's the General's favorite, not when she sees him with his friends and sees him being a dork and a goofball.

One day, while Charles does some training, like an ob, SHE makes the first move and asks if he'll be busy in a few days, because she has a day off. It stops Charles dead in his tracks as he reveals that he's MOSTLY sire he doesn't and asks why. She tells him that she would like to meet with him for lunch and see if all these rumors surrounding him are true; he may not be a part of her team, but he is a damn good pilot.

Charles, a little intimated and surprised, so he agrees. It's not that Victoria grabbed him by the collar and said, 'go out with me,' he just knows her to be a 'take no prisoners' Captain and just doesn't want to hurt her feelings by declining.

Their first real date is slightly awkward because Charles has never been with a girl and Victoria is usually with a whole team of people.

Going off of what we know(Henry's age is 28), Charles is 24 and Victoria is 26. Are the two aware of this age gap? Not really because they're both adults and are not afraid to be serious when a boundary is pushed.

Their second date is at Charles's house because he doesn't want to risk a bad meal. And because he's good at cooking good meals, like they taste good and are good for you.

She doesn't offer the second date. He does😊 And it goes smoother when Victoria realizes that Charles is insanely responsible for his age and rank.

They open up more and reveal their pasts to each other:

Charles, from his own memory, had parents for a while before they died in action and he was put in Galeforce's care, which he has been in ever since.

Victoria comes from a SERIOUSLY long line of soldiers, so her life has kind of been decided for her. EXCEPT FOR WHEN SHE WAS DENIED BY THE GREEN BERETS. It left her parents disappointed, but that lifted when she jojned the government and rose in rank to be Captain. Oh, yeah, and she lost two brothers while training to get into the government, so yeah.

Charles obviously can't relate too well, but is still sorry that she had to go through all that. Victoria shrugs it off because there's nothing that can be done, crying about it NOW still won't solve anything, and the only waynis forward, so c'est la vie.

Victoria turns the topic to Charles, asking if he's ever lost anyone, seeing as he's close to the rookie Bukowski twins and Rupert. Charles admits that he's actually new to the whole 'having friends' thing because he excelled in his training to be a pilot. Even with his ADD, he was insanely skilled and outclassed his fellow trainees, something that irritated them and made him lose favor with his peers.

After that emotional moment, the two decide to end the night with a movie before Charles drives Victoria home, as that's where he picked her up.

They continue to get closer, as in Victoria balances leading her team with seeing Charles, and the two can't help but wonder how long it will take for people to notice.

EVERYONE NOTICES RIGHT AWAY. It begins when they see the two start talking and dating and they realize the two are a thing when they do combat training and Victoria gets the upper hand on Charles and threatenes to break his arm for calling her a cute name. For visualization purposes, imagine that one staue of the fighting angels Neil Gaiman used in Good Omens, but it's Victoria pinning down Charles.

"Yield, Calvin?"

"You're lucky that I won't hit a girl with everyone watching!" (This is obviously a joke because he won't hit Victoria anyway)

(Victoria still raises an eyebrow.) "Am I?"

(Cue a small twist on Charles's arm and he screams loudly, making Victoria panic as she may have just broken his arm and crippled their best pilot.)

(Psych! Charles uses this opportunity to get her off and pin her without hurting her, calling his checkmate.)

The two have more in common than they realized: they like dogs, they aren't very good when it rains, neither want to leave the government even if given the chance, and neither are really fond of The Wall and their tactics.

Charles's pet name for Victoria is 'Salty,' because she eats more salty things than sweet, and Victoria's pet name for Charles is 'Chappy,' because he reminds her of Charlie Chaplin, someone they watch together when they're together.

Both have scars and those scars have stories that go with them. They showed each other these scars and where Charles sees his as a near miss, Victoria sees hers as being lucky.

If the two were dogs, Charles would be an oreo retriever and Victoria would be a Malinois.

The surprise from Galeforce and Canterbury was the most impactful as the latter saw Victoria as a pure bred soldier and saw Charles as a mutt, thus leading to him thinking she needed to raise her expectations a little(a lot), but Galeforce was actually very proud of Charles because he'd caught himself a girl and was treating her relatively well, which is surprising because Galeforce rsised him alone and didn't exactly have a lot of luck with the ladies himself.

Victoria has calmed Charles once while he had a panic attack and did so by letting him rest his head on her lap as she messed with his hair.

Their first kiss was VERY awkward as the two are somewhat touch starved, so you can only imagine how it is for them when they hug.

They did share a bed once, like they slept in the same bed, and it was the best night's sleep either had gotten in a very long time.

Victoria knows jiu-jitsu, and teaches it to Charles, who is, admittedly, not a huge fan.

On his bad days, Charles likes to rest his head on Victoria's lap and let her mess with his hair and even scratch his back. On her bad days, Victoria likes to either curl up with Charles under a blanket or lay on top of him or in his arms and lay him rub her back and ramble, because he talks about how brave she is, how strong she is, how the army would be boring without her and that he owes a lot to her because the Bukowski twins were one of her rookies and she just makes him happy, even if she could kill him whenever.

They're basically Jenna and Julian, but the shenanigans have a bit of army humor as that's where they met and work.

Onto Toppat!Charles!!

First off: she had to get used to seeing two ex-convicts being his friends, and then had to warm up to them, because she had a hard time trusting either at first before they realized that she and Charles were a thing.

Ellie was fun to talk to, once she got to know her.

The criminals tease the two because they're cute.

They once caught. Charles and Victoria kissing and had to run for their lives.

Did Henry want to tell Victoria that her boyfried had gotten kidnapped? No. Did he tell her anyway? Yes. Was it worth it? No, because she punched him in the face and asked him why he didn't save Charles when the Toppat leader was standing right in front of him.

She's even more devastated because they began hearing about a new leader that's doing some more damage. (Wonder who it is?)

The first time they see each other with Charles being the leader of the Toppat Clan is nothing short of tragic because half of him wanted to just run into her arms and cry his eyes out, but the other half of him wanted to attack, as she a part of the government. In a sad, brilliant moment in an attempt to make her go through less pain, he played the cold act and called her a lapdog and he's not surprised at her not being promoted to General.

The two into a very Ekko vs Jinx style fight instead, one where Victoria kicked Charles's ass and punched him senseless before they stopped. Instead of a grenade at point blank, though, all he did was push her off and tell her to kill him next time.

When she sees him again after he's brought back to Earth, she's more than relieved, even when Charles first ask of she's real and then apologizes for attacking her and saying what he said. She admits it didn't hurt her than bad and she actually commends him for being smart. And tells him that he doesn't have to keep up the act anymore because she's not leaving him that easily.

She RARELY lets him out of her sight after he's back from his mission and brings down the clan for reals.

Toppat!Henry TIME!!

In this timeline, the Grotvin train has been going strong for a few years and the two are mostly shameless at being a couple, mostly because they just don't do PDA

She's a little disappointed in him for not shooting or arresting Henry, but is at least in his corner when he beats himself up about it.

When Canterbury gets to the museum before Galefore arrives, she and Charles just say, 'hi,' before she warns him to not die, or else she'll tie him up and put him in a shopping cart and push him around in it until he gets discharged.

She's PISSED when she sees Charles move away from the helicopter he has to guard, but it goes away when he disappears and is found with some cracked ribs and the shrunken sapphire.

She's chosen to keep an eye on him because he listens to her the most and isn't too rambunctious, which is great because she wants Charles to lay down and stay down and watch Charlie Chaplin with her.

Does Henry know about their relationship? Yes, and he's not too cheered about it because he called dibs first.

When Henry attacks the base and draws out Charles, he uses his girlfriend as a meat shield, being the smart coward he is. Charles is instantly afraid, but Victoria shouts at him to shoot anyway.

It hurts to be used against her boyfriend, but it hurts even worse when Charles offers a game to Henry, one that involves Charles leaving and Henry trying to find him.

Even when she begs him not to, saying she can't lose him too, Charles kisses her, which riles Henry up big time because that's his pilot not hers.

When they part, Charles sees Victoria about to breakdown and tells her to keep being strong, giving her the keys to his house and telling her to let go when no one's looking; her team needs her to be strong and she can't give the Toppats the satisfaction. He kisses her again on the forehead and leaves, the Toppats leaving with him and Henry glaring at Victoria because he's a child.

She helps the others as much as she can before she's excused, and she drives right to Charles's house and locks herself inside. She goes to his room and lays in his bed and lets go, crying because her boyfriend is as good as gone.

And she’s right because seeing him hanging in a cell by his wrists and being tortured is unbearable, something that causes her to snap on someone on her team and attack one of them, beating them senseless. It gets worse when Henry decides to be an ass and show her pictures of him and Charles kissing and Henry just being close to Charles.

Her loyalty goes from Canterbury's to Galeforce's because he also wants to get Charles back.

She's not allowed on the rescue mission, because if she gets hurt or dies and Charles sees it, that's going to DESTROY him, so she’s given the location of the cabin and told to wait there for them.

Galeforce arrives LATE a few days later and is carrying an unconscious Charles, who she helps get in a bed before calling it a night.

They're reunion is a BEAUTIFUL affair when Galeforce leaves because they both cry and hug each other and Victoria cannot stop kissing Charles on the face, like those pecky kisses that are quick and soft. He apologizes for leaving her alone and for being stupid, but Victoria has him stop so she can say she's just glad he's home and that she's holding him in her arms. And so she can look for a cart to push him around in.

They stay together until Rupert and the twins arrive and Victoria later helps him or of a picnic attack when he gets a call from Henry.

They both leave when Henry arrives to the woods, but Charles ultimately fights Henry alone and falls into the ocean.

She's just as terrified as Galeforce when Charles is brought ashore and brought to tears when he coughs up water and is clearly alive.

The ending is a little different too because Charles doesn't go out to face Ellie; Victoria decides to be a badass and take the Right Hand Lady out herself.

Don't ask.

She takes time off too(because Canterbury and Galeforce ordered her to) and spends it with her boyfriend and his emotional support dog.

Lots of bad nights and lots of days filled with nonsense and Charlie Chaplin and Looney Tunes

#'SUUUPER long post'#'long post'#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #charles calvin #victoria grit #gritvin #toppat!henry #toppat!charles #'slight violence tw'#now I love these two #sorry henry

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