#fic: heatstroke

[coffeeghoulie]

Eternal Heatstroke

chapter 5: til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away (i'm yours)

The last leg of the Re-Imperatour doesn't go quite as expected. But that's alright.

The incredible @ghuleh-recs drew art for this chapter, and I cannot believe I managed not to gush about it for four weeks. (well, I did tell one irl friend. but anyways) Thank you so much, Liss, it is amazing and I've been staring at it for weeks.

The band spends two sold-out nights in Los Angeles. Papa pulls the ghouls aside, a meeting hours before set-up for the first Ritual, gathering them into something like their pre-show huddle.

"I got word from the Clergy. These two are to be filmed," he informs them. "I want you at your best the next two nights. I know it is short notice, but I have faith in you. Perform your best, play it up. Make it look good for the cameras, sì?"

The ghouls all nod, grinning at one another.

Despite having come out of their shell, Aeon's still quiet when they want to be. They perform, play it up, soaking up the audiences' attention, but most of all, they watch.

Read the rest on ao3, or start from the beginning.

[bellysoupset]

yo dude i know you just worked your ass off on that vince fic (i can tell bro bc holy shit, like i genuinely think thats my new favorite all time fic i'll go back to for years to come), but rn im just so 🤩🤩 rn with the idea of the football boys playing a game, like maybe a little for-fun game of football, maybe they go to a recreational basketball/baseball field to play a little game that isnt football in their freetime, and someone gets hurt or sumn? damn idk what it is with me and suggesting seeing these boys hurt but GODDDD ITS SO 🤩🤩🤩🤩 (also probably vince wouldnt be the hurt one, as he just got absolutely smushed. he may not even be in said setting bc he's still having to not do anything due to the last fic, if everything is in chronological order)(IH MY GOD WHAT IF VINCE WAS STAYING WITH JONAH AND LEO AND LEO WAS OUT PLAYING THE GAME WITH THEM AND COMES HOME HURT AND THE TWO ARE LIKE "damn not you too")(if you decide to go thru with this ask, please dont feel rushed bc i dont want you to get burnt out yk? take your time 💪💪💪)

"Finally, I see the sun," Vince groaned, causing Leo to roll his eyes.

"It's been literally ten days, you drama queen," he said, removing his baseball cap and pushing his hair back, away from his sweaty forehead, then planting the cap back down, this time facing back.

"Ten days of captivity," Vince said, dramatically rubbing his good hand over his face, "is good to be out of jail."

"I'd like to think my food is a little better than jail's," Leo scoffed, turning around and walking backwards towards the field, "are you sure you wanna stay and watch? Doesn't sound very fun to me."

"I was going stir crazy in that apartment," Vince winced as the limping pulled on his wounded side. He was definitely dosed up on painkillers, but there was still a dull throbbing on his side that the drugs couldn't chase, made worse by all the hopping around, "even sitting and watching you guys play is better fun than watching another episode Rachel's bad romantic decisions."

Leo grinned, turning around so he could run ahead and join the remaining guys on the field and Vince took his time limping towards the bleachers. His shirt was covered in sweat by the time he sat down.

He didn't know all the players. Leo, yes, Spencer and Mikey from the team too. The other people he didn't know, it seemed they were an weird rag tag team of people's various acquaintances. By the way Leo waved to some of them, he guessed they were colleagues from the law firm.

It didn't matter, Vince was just overjoyed to be out of the fancy apartment and smelling freshly cut grass, with the sun shining down on him. He had not been made to sit around, there was too much energy running through him during all hours of the day and the worst part of this whole accident had been no longer being able to hit the gym or the field or, hell, he'd even take Wendy's hot yoga classes at this point.

"Hey!" Luke's voice startled Vince and he turned on the hot stone bleachers in order to see him. Luke jogged closer, "good to see you out of bed."

"You have no idea," Vin nodded, studying his best friend, "you good? Bella said the bug was brutal."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Luke had a huge smile on, much like Vince he hated lying about, although he looked a little paler than normal and his voice was scratchy, "wish us luck."

"Make them cry, captain" Vince teased, raising both thumbs up, his left one cradled in his chest since his arm was still resting on the sling.

Lucas tipped his baseball cap in a cowboy-esque way, "you got it, man."

They were playing baseball and Vince didn't much care for it. It was much too american for him, aside from football he had always been more fond of soccer, something he had in common with Jonah. In fact, Jon had proved to be a bit of a soccer addict, Vince had found in the past week living with him and Leo. He knew all the leagues, yelled at the TV and got sullen when his team lost. It was quite amusing to Vin that, for once, he wasn't the one with the blood pressure skyrocketing through the roof.

He leaned back lazily, barely paying attention to the game, enjoying the warmth. Now that he was sitting down for a bit, the ribs' aching had quieted down.

For the next two hours he watched his friends sprint across the field, shouting at each other, ignoring the yelling from the opposite team. Vince blamed it on the drugs and the sun scorching down, but he was feeling sleepy in no time. He cursed at it, it was such a bummer that everyone else was right and he needed to rest, when all he did was rest now.

"Time!" he heard Lucas say, voice booming. He had that characteristic about him, where he could speak loudly and be heard by everyone without looking like he was screaming.

The group dispersed and Luke jogged back to where Vince was sitting, Leo close behind him.

"Are we winning, son?" Vince teased, causing Lucas to chuckle and shove his knee.

"Didn't make 'em cry, yet, but we're winning," he said, competitiveness rolling off of him. He glanced past his shoulder and frowned, "why are you pouting?"

Vince looked away from Luke, to Leo, and raised his eyebrows. As Lucas said, the blonde had a big frown on and he was squinting at the grass. He angrily rubbed at his forehead, "I don't... I don't feel so good."

"Shit, LU-" Vince shouted, using his good hand to shove Lucas' arm, who leaped forward just in time to catch Leo as his knees gave up.

"What the fuck?!" Luke squealed, his voice breaking. He grabbed Leo by the armpits, manhandling him to sit on the edge of the bleacher's step, "Leo? Leo, c'mon, open your eyes-"

"Not fainting," Leo slurred, pushing Lucas' frantic hands away from his face, "nauseous."

Vince grimaced as he scooted closer, having to prop all his body weight on his right arm in order to lower himself to the step under his, where Leo was sitting. He grabbed Leo's shoulder and then moved his hand up to his neck and cheeks. Despite the fact his cheeks were blazing red and his hair still damp with sweat, his cheeks were dry and his skin felt cold, "oh kid," Vince sighed, "I think you got heatstroke."

Lucas, still looking nervous, cupped Leo's face too, hunching on himself to look him in the face, "aww, why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

Vince watched as Leo's throat bobbed dangerously and he glanced at Luke, "I think you better move..."

He barely had time to say this and Leo was folding in half, vomit jetting out of his mouth and covering the grass under them. Lucas jumped out of the way just in time, but not quick enough to avoid getting the tip of his sneakers covered in orange sick.

"Shit, Leo..." Vince sighed, holding on the back of his friend's muscle shirt, "okay, get it up, you'll feel better in a bit... Luke, can you drive us back...?" Vince voice trailed off as he realized that Lucas had a hand holding Leo's shoulder, but the other one was firmly pressed to his mouth, eyes shut, face pale, "uh... Luke?"

"Sorry-" he said in a muffle manner, then let go of Leo and staggered away from them, bracing against his knees and retching.

Leo groaned, almost falling off since Luke had let go of his arm and Vince squeezed his shirt a little tighter, "don't worry about him, he's fine..." he said, while Leo coughed up another round of brown liquid, "you're fine, right?!" Vince said a little louder and Luke raised a hand, thumb up, while still gagging mercilessly.

Leo spat, then leaned back and almost fell, his head meeting Vince's wounded shoulder and causing him to bite down a scream. He breathed through the pain, as the poor man groaned and leaned his head against his bicep.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's okay, you can't help it," Vince said, voice strained, "we're going home, just- Here," he winced, reaching back to where he had been sitting and grabbing a water bottle, "take some sips."

"Won't stay down-" Leo groaned, taking the lukewarm bottle and then looking up as Lucas' heaved again, this time managing to bring up a pathetic amount of puke, "is he okay?"

"He's fine," Vince said, rolling his eyes, "drink your water."

Ahead of them Lucas straightened up, belching deeply into his fist and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, walking back to them, "sorry..."

"Since when you get sympathy sick?" Vince asked, while Leo took the smallest sip of water, gagging around the bottle's finish.

"I guess I'm not feeling a hundred percent still," Lucas' cheeks turned pink and he rubbed at his chest, "I'm better now, don't worry."

"Not worried," Vince lied, while Leo let out a moan again, hugging his stomach.

"This is awful, I feel really dizzy..."

"You just need to lie down in a cool place, get some electrolytes in you," Vin rubbed his nape, then glanced at Lucas, "can you drive?"

"Yeah, of course," the brunette nodded, although Vince wasn't feeling very reassured by how milky white Lucas looked. Sadly, there was no other option.

"C'mere," Lucas said, carefully side stepping the puddle on the ground and looping an arm around Leo's waist, "lean on me."

"I'm sorry I made you sick..."

"That was on me," Luke waved him off and Vince gestured for them to go ahead, since getting himself out of the bleachers was a struggle on its own.

By the time he reached them, Leo was sitting inside Luke's car, with the a/c blasting, while Luke was leaning outside of it, an arm wrapped around his stomach.

"I'm fine," Luke said preemptively, "I should've listened to Bell," he let out a sick burp, spat on the gravel and kicked the little rocks to cover up the mess, "really, stop looking at me like that."

"I'm just worried," Vince shrugged, or tried to, only to hiss as it pulled on his shoulder and ribs, "I can call Wendy if you can't drive. She's got the day off..."

'I can drive," Luke shook his head, "I just overdid it with all the running around and the mess..." he gagged fruitlessly against his hand, "I'm good."

"Clearly," Vince agreed sarcastically, then limped to the backseat.

Leo was slumped on the passenger seat, head leaning back, taking some deep, measured breaths.

"Hey, kid," Vin reached in and squeezed his arm, "just hang in there, this is going to pass soon."

Leo nodded, but he still looked dangerously pale, lips pressed in one thin line.

The drive was uneventful, Vince glancing nervously from Leo to Lucas and wondering how their evening had downgraded so quickly. Just as they got close, Leo suddenly hiccupped, slapping a hand over his mouth as a burp slipped out and with the other one he pushed Lucas' thigh "pull over-" his voice was muffled, punctuated by another belch at the end and Luke cringed, turning on the sign and pulling to the side of the road.

At least it was an uneventful Saturday, so the street was almost empty. Leo pushed the door, but didn't even have time to get out. He stuck his head out and coughed up another stream, letting out a whimper.

"Aw, kiddo..." Vince sighed, shoving himself in the space between the driver's seat and passenger one, so he could grab the back of Leo's pants and keep him sitting down. Lucas was no help, despite the guilty expression he had on, he had pressed his forehead to the steering wheel and was gulping nervously.

"It hurts..." Leo groaned, coughing and panting, "my head hurts so much."

"I know, I'm sorry," Vince said unhelpfully, rubbing his back, "get it up, Leo..."

He heard another pitiful whine and then more hurling, followed by a sigh, "I think... I think I'm done."

Or empty, Vince thought, keeping his hand on Leo's back. He glanced at Lucas and cringed. His friend's face was firmly in the gray territory, jaw clenched.

"Take a deep breath, I bet the carsickness isn't helping your situation," Vince said, squeezing Leo's bicep and fighting the anxiety inside of him. He hated not being able to help. He should be the one driving.

"I'm good," Leo slammed the door shut, "I just wanna get home."

"Just a couple minutes," Luke mumbled, his voice all thick and weird, "sorry, I-"

"It's okay, Luke," Leo said tiredly, "Jon gets sympathy sick too, I get it..." he rubbed at his forehead, "just drive, please?"

Once they finally arrived, without another incident, Vince almost groaned as he realized now there was twice as much walking around to be done. He sucked it up, carefully stepping out of the car and offering his good arm for Leo.

"Lean on me, kid," then to Lucas, who was just stepping out of the car, "no. You're not coming in, you're going straight home. Shooo."

"How do you intent on looking after him...?" Luke frowned, despite the pained lines on his face, "Vin, I can-"

"I'm fine," Leo groaned and while Vince could feel his grip was a little too tight for someone who was fine, he knew Lucas wasn't going to be any help, "go home, Luke. I'll text you later."

"...Promise?" Lucas glanced between the two of them, torn between wanting to help and feeling too sick.

"Yeah, we're fine," Vince nodded, ignoring the throbbing on his side, "go home. C'mon, Leo..."

The blonde waved one last goodbye to Luke, then slumped against Vince. Vin could tell he was trying to be mindful not to rest his full body weight on him, but he was doing a poor job of it. He bit down a groan, wrapping his good arm around Leo's waist and resting his back against the inside of the elevator.

"Shitty day," he groaned, causing the blonde to let out a tired chuckle.

"That seems to be a pattern lately," he mumbled, face pressed to Vince's bicep, "it's not as bad as it was out there."

"Good, you just need to rest a bit," Vin reassured him, breathing deeply through his mouth as pain spread all the way up his shoulder. They all but stumbled inside the house and Leo headed straight for the couch, while Vince braced against the desk near the front door and took deep, measured breaths.

"Vin? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he lied, wiping the sweat from his upper lip, "probably just due my meds... Sit down and turn up the A/C, I'm gonna get you some water."

He didn't dare walking all the way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Instead Vince filled up Leo's gym bottle with cold water and then wet a dishcloth, deciding he'd rather face Jon's judgment than to walk all that distance. He limped back to the couch and met Leo's worried gaze, "I'm fine," Vince said, handing him the bottle and sitting down too, "here, lie down."

"You don't look very fine," Leo grumbled, but he was too lethargic to do anything about it. He took a gulp of the cold water and let out a relieved sigh when he rested his head on Vin's lap and the cold dishcloth met his forehead, "this feels much better."

"Uhm," Vince smiled, moving on the couch so he could put his feet up the coffee table. His sprained left foot was killing him, "c'mere, kid."

Easy like that, all the times he had done this to his own sisters came rushing back and he found himself playing with Leo's hair, combing the blonde strands and scratching at the scalp, "you're due a haircut," Vince mumbled, eyes slipping closed as he felt Leo relax against him.

"Jon says longer is hotter," he said quietly, "I've always wanted this, you know?"

"...What?" Vince frowned, opening his eyes and glancing down. Leo seemed almost asleep, the stress taking it's toll on him, "Leo?"

"Family," Leo sighed, cuddling closer and moving the wet cloth to cover his eyes, "it's almost weird to have it."

"Oh..." Vince's heart dropped and he squeezed the blonde's shoulder, fighting a smile, "well... Get used to it, Leo. This is your life now."

[thebluestbluewords]

Welcome to the ool (please keep the p out of it)

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“I’m right and you know it,” Mal crows, pushing her way through the crowd of kids and tourists in the shallows of the wave pool. “I’ll get the boys to back me up on this one! Everyone does it!” 

“Just because everyone does it doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do, babe.” Evie says, but she’s laughing and letting Mal pull her along easily by the hand, and there’s warm sun and the promise of cotton candy in Mal’s immediate future, and things are….not the worst right now. 

Mal kicks a spray of water at a toddler’s face on her way by, just because she can. “I think everyone does it,” she says loudly, reveling in the dirty look the kid’s adult gives her. “And the only difference between honest people like me and cowards like you is that I’m not afraid to admit it.” 

Evie hums, and taps her finger twice against Mal’s wrist. Two taps means dodge left, so Mal throws herself sideways practically before the instruction registers. She clamps down hard on Evie’s hand, hopefully pulling them both out of harm’s way, away from whatever danger Evie saw while Mal was distracted with her correct opinions about pissing in swimming pools. 

Unfortunately, the impossible weight of having all of the correct opinions is too heavy for one teenage to bear, and Mal’s dodge throws her directly into one of the water geysers.

Evie cackles. 

Mal comes up sputtering with a face full of water. There’s water in her nose, which burns, and in her mouth, which is probably gross. 

She could make it grosser. 

Evie bats away the halfhearted mouthful of water Mal spits at her. “Rude. Don’t be a brat.” 

“I’ll be whatever I want.” Mal says, and scoops her face back into the geyser for another mouthful. 

“Don’t spit piss water at me!” Evie shrieks, batting the second, much more forest up stream out of her face. “I don’t know where that’s been!” 

“You’re the one who pushed me into it!” 

“Because I’m right and it’s disgusting and you need to suffer for your crimes!” 

Ouch. “I’ve never done a crime in my life,” Mal says, swallowing the remainder of her mouthful before she can consider the potential consequences of her actions. “And I’m hurt that you would imply such a thing. I’m actually an innocent child, and you dragged me into a fountain like a common criminal.” 

“Technically, you dragged me.” Evie points out, waving her arm, where there are indeed droplets of water clinging to her warm, sun-kissed skin. 

“Point,” Mal agrees. “But only because you took advantage of my survival instincts to make me do it. So really it’s not my fault, and we should steal a bucket to dump the disgusting baby piss water on the boys, right?” 

“This is why I love you, babe.” Evie says. “You come up with all the best evil plans.”

[nerdyenby]

I’m cracking myself up because we as a fandom more or less agreed that Grian being afk was something to do with the watchers but I just gave him heatstroke

[writing-whump]

Alright alright alright - do you do female sickee? I'd love to see Anneliese get really sick while at the gym with the guys and it hits her kinda out of nowhere, so she can't really leave. I wonder how the boys would react, seeing as she mostly keeps to herself! How would Julian act? And Ryan? And Lucian??

Awww I love this prompt. I had to write it right away. Thank you so much :D

Anneliese being sick for first time around the boys.

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Anneliese refused to get sick. That was out of the question. Prevention was her strongest weapon, right along with good sleep, healthy diet and lots of vitamins. Her absolute horror at getting sick this far from home, while so alone and without a built network of help contacts made her more motivated to live a balanced life style than ever before.

And getting a stomach ache was the worst possible sickness of all.

Because it was so nasty of course. What could possible come out of an upset belly? Neither end was good. Maybe if you could handle with some churning and mint tea, but that was way too emebrassing.

So there was absolutely no way she was going to be sick.

She just didn't count with the effects of the sun.

April and the beginning of May were extremely rainy so at the first sign of light, everyone rushed outdoors. Even her club memebers. They spontaneously moved to the campus garden, running laps and shadow training.

Anneliese found a nice place on the bench. It wasn't covered by any shade, but she needed the support for her laptop to not slide down, and it wasn't that hot.

The sun finally settled and the training was coming to end. Anneliese stretched out on the bench, slowly coming out from her flow. She made lots of good notes today. Peak concentration.

Her eyes itched as she closed down her laptop and shivered. Was the evening chilling the air so quickly?

She stood up and almost fell right back down. While sitting and typing she didn't notice at all, but now she was hot, entirely too hot and her head was pounding like crazy. She had to hold on to the bench for support to stand up, slowly.

This wasn't good. Beside the pulsing, a lighting like pain split her forehead in two and she felt nausea rising up. Her stomach churned angrily and then twisted together and she doubled in half, trying to breathe. This was bad. Could she get a heatstroke so quickly? She wasn't even in the sun that long...

To be fair, she was in the sun about never. This must have been a shocking dose to her body.

Half blind from the pain cutting her head open with a hammer, she stumbled towards the gym. She heard the boys talking relaxed somewhere to her right, but didn't pay them any mind, hurting through the glass door. Putting her laptop safely away was the first step. Shaking her light sweater off was the second. The walls were tilting fiercely and she had to go by touch to move. She had no time for emebrassment, for escape plans, anything. Her thoughts couldn't get through the terrible pounding at all.

Sliding by the wall with her hand she struggled to the general direction of the bathrooms. Just five more steps. Four. Three.

"Hi, Ann! Did you see what the guys-"

She registered Julian's voice over at the door but all she could do in response to the interruption was heave. Vomit rushed past her lips, chunky and slopy remnants of her lunch.

"Jesus Christ, Ann!"

Her head was actually splitting. She opened her eyes into slits, half-expecting to see blood dripping from her hair or something.

She heaved again and pitched over, her hold on the smooth wall failing...

She was in the process of falling, when strong hands caught her from behind. She braced herself against them, not caring who it was just as more sick shot out of her.

"Okay. You are okay. Just hold on."

Suddenly there was a chair and she was gently guided to sit on it. She brushed her hand over her mouth, but she couldn't open her eyes properly. The hammer was mercilessly attacking the front of her skull. All she could do was claw at the spot with her other hand.

"Hey hey, don't do that. Ann? What's wrong?" Julian's soft voice sounded by her ear.

There was the sound of door opening. "What the hell happened?" That was Ryan. His loud voice made her cringe. She whimpered.

"She threw up. Lucian, what do I do?" Julian was holding her hand away from her face in a gentle but firm grip.

She couldn't see, completely helpess and only with her hearing for help. She felt someone's cold hand on her neck though.

"She is too warm. Get me a wet towel, Julian." Lucian's voice cut through the confusion. Nice and steady. He didn't sound panicked at all. She latched on to it.

The next thing she remembered was the bliss of something cold and wet pressed against her face. She buried her face into the towel. The headache didn't stop, but at least she could believe it was a headache and not a nasty instrument for ramming nails.

She opened her eyes to a blurry confusing sight.

Julian was crouching in front of her, holding the towel, face concerned and pinched.

Lucian was standing behind her, a steadying hand on her shoulder. His touch was feather light, but tender, like the welcoming stream of a lighthouse beacon.

And then there was Ryan, eyebrows furrowed in unusual expression, kneeling beside her. His hands still wrapped up in white bandages for strengthening under boxing gloves hovered in the air, unsure what to do.

"Anneliese," Lucian called her world into focused. "I think you have a heatstroke."

She looked at him with one eye while clutching the towel to her head for dear life.

"Should we take her to a hospital?" Julian asked, looking at Lucian. If she had her laptop, she would write that down. It was fascinating to watch how Julian and Ryan both looked at Lucian expectantly to give them orders.

"Anneliese, how bad is it? Do you want to go checked out or would you rather go home?" He slowly moved his pale hand to her forehead, gently putting it against her cheek. "You have a fever coming up."

His touch felt good. She leaned into it and said in a small voice: "I want to go home."

"I'll take her," Ryan offered immediately.

"Hmm." Lucian pulled his hand back. "You may. But make her comfortable as much as possible. Water, cold compress, a thermometer,..."

Anneliese's attention faded out at that. She leaned forward, bracing her elbows against her knees. She was too tired to follow. They could throw her under the bus or bury her in the garden. She didn't care.

Julian took her palms into his and squeezed.

"Luca, can I carry her?" She didn't hear the answer, just felt Juls's hands disappear, and someone else's grip on her shoulder. "Come on, prof. I'll carry you like a princess today." Then she was sliding from the chair and being lifted. Her legs dangled in the air as she dropped her head at Ryan's sturdy chest, her hands tangled in the towel she held against her face.

Warm air hit her face. She didn't even realize her eyes slid shut so quickly.

"You don't have to tag along," Ryan grumbled under her ear.

"I'll just take her stuff. She shouldn't be alone like this." Julian sounded close behind. He even kept his voice quite for her.

"She won't be alone. Hi, princess, how you doing?"

"S't hot." She mumbled. The heat wasn't helping the pounding and the towel was drying up.

"I know I am. That's why you are already inviting me to your place." She could picture the smirk that went with it.

"Might throw up on you," she warned, not even worried about that horrible statement. She felt weirdly detached, a limp ragdoll in his arms.

Ryan huffed out a laugh, unconcerned. "That's okay." He squeezed her arms gently, voice growing serious. "Just hold on a little longer. You will feel better in no time."

[strangerthanjonathan]

Dillon has so much autistic swag. Someone could say he’s cool and he’d have no idea what they’re talking about. He just has the stereotypical autistic resting bitch face and has poor emoting skills, so he comes across to allistics as cool and aloof. He likes pressure and long sleeves, so he wears leather jackets and fingerless gloves in 90-degree weather. 

People are like wow he’s so cool.

No, babes, he’s giving himself heat stroke.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

gonna be posting something a bit heavy today, i’ll try and answer a more lighthearted ask to balance it out a bit <33

[nywcgirl]

[grandprix-ao3]

every new chapter of heart stroke gives me heart ache... in the best way tho

heartstroke. like a stroke for your heart. GET IT. okay jokes aside thank you <3

[oh-my-damn]

A (Pretty Decent) Proposal

Highways & Heatstrokes Masterlist

Pairing: Trucker!Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker!Reader

Summary: Checking in with Trucker!Ari and Sugar, about a year after she goes back for him.

A/N: A little drabble on our two lovebirds! I figured perhaps it was time I showed you guys just exactly how big beefy trucker Ari would ask his girl to be exactly that - all his, for the rest of his life. And as expected, it really isn't anything special. But it's all Ari. And the only thing that matters to him is his Sugar.

You're sitting in a lawn chair next to the truck, flipping through a magazine while Ari is off filling the tank.

It's hot today, but not unbearable, which makes it the perfect time to work on your non-existent tan. You're eating a bag of jellybeans that's almost finished as you read through the articles.

Ten signs he's into you

How to get his attention

Get a beach body in 30 days

You flip through the pages, rolling your eyes at how half the articles have recipes for desserts and treats, while all the ads are for fad diets or guides on how to lose weight.

To be honest, you only bought the magazine because it's all they had at the convenience store in the lot, and you weren't in the mood to read Ari's copy of Jane Eyre again.

You really need to buy some books, soon. Especially for days like this.

You know for a fact it doesn't take this long to refill the tank. You know this, because you've been with Ari for over a year now, and it only rarely ever takes this long. You also know exactly why it is taking this long, today.

Your eyes lift from your magazine to look across the lot, just to confirm your suspicion.

Whenever you're at a truck stop that's one of Ari's regular places, he always takes such a long time to fill the tank. Or to get supplies. Or to do just about anything.

You chuckle to yourself when you spot him standing around with a group of men, a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. One of the men, whom you recognize from past encounters, says something to the group, and Ari immediately throws his head back, letting out a rumbling laugh that carries through the parking lot.

You slide your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him over the brim, eyes trailing over his form. He's shirtless, undoubtedly to both maintain that delectable tan color of his skin as well as to assert himself. None of the others come even remotely close to him.

Most of them have small bellies, and they don't seem as.. well groomed, as Ari. They may be around the same age but they still look much older, jeans fitting a little too tight and hair not as thick.

You tilt your head, eyes trailing over how Ari's abs flex as he leans back on the half wall surrounding the lot, one arm resting on top of it.

You recognize the other guy, the one that made him laugh, and he might be the only other guy in the vicinity who could come close to Ari.

His name is Curtis, you've bumped into him a few times by now, and he's nice. Always treats you kindly, with respect even, which is not always something you've experienced. Everyone who meets you and Ari know there's a power imbalance there, they can tell you're much younger, and it's made for some awkward encounters once in a while.

But you always brush it off. You don't care about what anyone else thinks; all you care about is Ari and how happy he makes you.

Curtis' eyes find yours for a moment before he mumbles something to Ari, who turns his head to look in your direction. He grins widely, making you quirk a brow at him as he says something to the group.

Before you know it, all five men are walking in your direction, Ari taking a final drag of his cigarette before he tosses it on the ground.

You push your sunglasses back up your nose, pretending not to notice them as they walk towards you, returning to your reading.

What to do to drive him wild in bed

You smirk, immediately marking the page so you'll be able to easily find it later, and right as you do, you hear a familiar voice.

"Hiya sugar," Ari says, making you look up at him. He walks the rest of the way towards you, a dazzling smile on his face, "Stayin' hydrated in the heat?"

You shrug, looking up at Ari as he stands before you, Curtis standing next to him and the remaining three men standing a little behind them, but all eyes are trained on you.

"I had some water earlier."

"Mmh, that's good," Ari hums, turning to look at the other men, "Guys, go grab some chairs and beers. Come sit with us. We're stayin' for the day."

The others nod and walk off, Curtis offering you a smile before he walks in the direction of his truck. The second you're alone, Ari turns back to you, "C'mon sugar, stand up for me for a second."

You chuckle, knowing exactly why he's asking you to get up, closing your magazine and getting up from your chair with a smirk, "Why do I need to get up?"

"You know why," Ari grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you to him before he places a quick kiss on your lips. He turns you both around and places himself in the chair, pulling you down to sit in his lap once he's seated.

His arms move around your waist, palms landing on your stomach as you lean your back against his chest. His slender fingers find the magazine in your hand, immediately opening it and flipping through the pages, "Anythin' excitin' in here?"

"Mhmm," you hum, shifting in his lap to get more comfortable, "Flip to that marked page."

You can feel his chest hair against the nape of your neck, your head leaning back until you can rest it on his shoulder. He hands you his beer, and you take a sip while he finds the article you've marked.

"What to do to drive him wild in bed," Ari reads, humming as he nods, "Interesting. Did you write this article, sugar?"

Ari smirks at you, making you giggle, "Hmm, no, but I figured it was worth a look. See if there's anything in there I haven't done to you yet."

"Doubt it," Ari snorts, quickly scanning through it, "Ain't nothin' in here that's as fun as what we do, baby."

You chuckle, your free hand finding his fingers, playing with them gently, "Nah, we're pretty good at it."

"Yeah, we are," Ari mumbles, taking a sip of beer when you direct the bottle to his lips.

You smile when the others walk back to your little spot with their chairs, immediately placing more beers on the ground before they sit down to make all of you sit in a circle.

One of the men looks at you, his gaze lingering on you for a moment as you sit in Ari's lap, before he asks, "And what's your name?"

"This is sugar," Ari replies as you take another sip of his beer, "My wife."

You sputter, choking on your sip, before you look at Ari over your shoulder with raised brows.

The other men chuckle at your reaction, making Curtis state, "You sure about that, Levinson? Doesn't seem like she was aware."

"Uh, no," you immediately say, looking at Ari incredulously, "She wasn't."

Ari snickers, "Aw, come on. I'm too old to have a girlfriend. It's wife or roommate, you pick."

The others chuckle again, but you refuse to bite, narrowing your eyes at Ari, "Excuse me, Mr. Levinson. If you want me to be your wife, you have to ask. And, you have to get a ring. End of discussion."

"Who says I ain't already got a ring?" Ari counters, watching your tense expression.

"Well, the ring isn't for you, idiot," you grumble, pursing your lips, "It's supposed to be for me."

You glare at Ari for a moment, and he holds your stare teasingly before he lets out a chuckle, "Oh sugar, aren't you just the cutest? You want a ring, hm? Whaddaya want? A diamond? That good enough for ya?"

You snort, taking a sip of his beer before you turn back to look at the others, mumbling under your breath, "Asshole.."

Ari laughs, arms squeezing you tighter, "That's not very nice."

"Neither are you," you immediately respond, plucking the magazine from his hands, "It's not nice to tease."

"Who says I'm teasin'?"

You look at Ari over your shoulder, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Ari, stop," you whisper quietly, pouting slightly, "It's not funny."

"I'm not makin' any jokes here, sugar," Ari replies, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What'll it take, hm? A diamond?"

You frown, glancing shortly over at Curtis who just looks at you with a curious expression. You look back at Ari, "No, don't need a diamond. Just a ring."

"Okay," Ari nods, taking the beer from your hand to get a sip, "What else?"

"Uhm.." You glance away to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, "Honeymoon. One where I get to decide where we go."

"That I can do," Ari responds calmly, eyes holding yours intensely, "That it?"

You nod once, unsure if he's bluffing or not, "Mhm, that's it."

"Okay then," Ari states, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, "You got it, sugar."

[eternally-conflicted]

@whumptober-archive

[bambiesfics]

𝐄. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♥️’𝐬 𝐌*𝐥𝐟𝐬 ╰₊✧ ﾟ

Part One - [FIND PART TWO HERE]

ˎˊ˗ SYNOPSIS: You’re a yummy, soft around the edges older lady, with a post-partum body that jiggles in the most delicious ways. Ellie simply can’t get ahold of herself, every time she sees you, her pupils turn into pretty pink hearts, and her clit thumps in rhythm with her beating heart.

ˎˊ˗ A/N: This is re-upload of my series fic, part 2 & 3 are already written!

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓, when Ellie Williams realized for the first time, how much of a sick little whore she was for older women, especially with children.

Her jaw went slack when she walked by your house in the warm weather, lustfully staring at how the crease of your ass was spilling out from under your denim cut off shorts. You were too busy wiping chocolate off your toddler's face to notice the young brunette ogling you like a pervert.

Her steps faltered and then eventually just slowed to a complete stop. A wanton chance to stand there and stare at you. Ellie’s heart was thumping fast, but her clit was thumping faster. You were so womanly, so plush and pretty. Gosh, Ellie was so enamored with the tubby meat of your ass, and those yummy thighs of yours, to notice that her vanilla scoop ice cream had slowly melted atop her tight fist, and the sugary drippings splattered onto the toe-box of her converse sneakers.

When you finally stood up from where you were bent over your toddler, after haven given the aforementioned teen girl, a free, front-row show to ogle at your asscheeks. You’d realized that the same adorable young girl with auburn hair, had been staring at you. You naturally assumed it was heatstroke that made her all stiff like that. So you invited her inside. But reality set in when you noticed that no matter what you were doing, whether it was getting her a glass of water, or placing the back of your hand on her forehead to gauge her temperature, Ellie's eyes always found their way back down to your puffy nipples or your buttcheeks.

She continuously ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she manspread. Or rubbed her palms down her thighs just slow enough for you to catch the pride flag bracelet dangling from her wrist. And in less than a second your thoughts had flitted from ‘Oh…’ to ‘OH!’

You tried to push it into the back of your mind. Because, surely that didn’t mean anything. Ellie was just a nice young lady whose head was stuck in the clouds, the bracelet and the wandering green eyes, they didn’t necessarily mean that she wanted to…fuck you, did it? She’s too young to be so ambitious anyway, to be so wantonly lustful. No not this sweet, slightly spaced out, teenage girl. That’s what you wished to believe, so you rolled off the lustful thoughts, and instead offered her some lunch. A baloney and lettuce sandwhich with the crust cut off. Just how you assumed every kid liked it, It was the motherly thing to do.

“Wanna taste you sooo bad” she muttered as you came up close to place her lunch next to her. In an instant a deep pink blush bloomed wildly on Ellie’s face, her eyes widened in embarrassment and the blood vessels in her eyes became more pronounced. “I-I meant I wanna taste your sandwiches. L-L-like the one you just gave me…..I’m really sorry.” She turned her head to the side “Fuck. me.” The cherry cheeked girl had whispered the last part so low you almost missed it.

Ellie was so fucking humiliated, but she couldn’t help it. All she could do was trip and stumble over her words, and apologize each time her sinful lips accidentally verbalized every vivid fantasy she had, without her brain’s consent. Your curvy, post-partum body was doing sick things to her cunt. Cause damn, all she wanted was to stuff her face under your puffy pussy, tell you to drop your full weight on her head and then beg you to suffocate her.

Ellie got her wish, because after she embarrassed herself, you invited her to watch a few cartoons with your tot. Cartoons transitioned to action thrillers when your toddler got sleepy. And thrillers turned into you riding her tongue as she nipped her pink lips at your thumping, swollen clit. Suckling it into her mouth as she rubbed her own pussy through her jeans. Ellie brought both hands to grab the fatty dough of your ass and forced you to grind on her face, ride her nose until your heart's content. She even licked downwards until she reached your pucker, tonguing your furled tight rim. She’d always wanted to rim a girl, and fuck, today she just might. Before Ellie could continue poking the tip of her tongue into your asshole, you lifted yourself off her face and hovered your pussy above her lips as you came, watching your hole drip out sticky strings of your arousal onto her chin. Ellie held out her tongue to catch it.

And then you—.

“—Ellie!”

“Ellie!”

Your voice ripped right through her fantasy. “I think it’s starting to get late, you should go home now.” You said as you held her shoulder, worried about the ditzy girl.

Ellie’s eyes faltered momentarily, disappointed at the realization she had just gotten too deep into her fantasy again. Of course some random lady with a kid and likely a husband wasn’t going to let her fuck on the first day they met.

She pushed herself off from your counter and readjusted the front of her pants, trying to accommodate her swollen clit.

She hadn’t been this ravenously attracted to a girl in years. She already knew she was going to finger herself at the thought of you and your ass suffocating her deliriously, tonight.

Ellie shuffled outside, hands stuffed in the front of her pockets playing with the little Hawaiian tooth pick you put on her baloney sandwich.

The sun was low, and the horizon of its setting was a warm orange. The air cooled the nape of her neck. All she could think about was you.

Ellie had completely forgotten about how the point of her walk through your neighbour, was to go pick up her date from the next park over.

-Fin-

[haknom]

YOU’RE JUST… CUTE — HUH YUNJIN

from admiring your crush as you snacked on a freezie while sitting the bleachers, to, scoring a date with her all within the span of 5 minutes.

⚽️┆soccer-player!yunjin x gn!reader (ft. haerin from newjeans). wc: 800 (?) words w: mentions of possibly getting a heatstroke, fluff, and crack. an: hear me out on soccer player yunjin PLSS i’ll even write a long fic abt it don’t play with me.

You sat on the bleachers, snacking on a freezie. The humid weather had finally gotten to you, causing sweat droplets to form on your forehead and trickle down the skin.

“Are you seriously watching her again?” Your friend, Haerin, asked as you turned your head to look at her.

Your face warmed up as your ears became a subtle shade of red.

“Of course not! I was bored and decided to sit here, that’s all.” You said, waving your unoccupied hand in defence.

You were innocent… nothing more than that.

“You liar! Your face is heating up.” She exclaimed while pointing at the obvious redness.

“It’s very hot outside, duh!” Terrible excuse. It was hot, yes, but if you were to get that red due to the heat, maybe you should get it checked.

“Fine… I was watching her play.” You mumbled in defeat. Haerin’s judgey face was enough to make you admit your true intentions.

Huh Yunjin, Crimson Heart High’s best soccer player. Everyone took a liking to her and she was favoured by all teachers.

Everyone took a liking to her, which only explained why you had no chances with her. There were too many people to compete with, so you hid your feelings and watched in silence.

You watched as she ran on the grassy field, eyes scanning the area for any open opportunities. Once she found one, she kicked the ball, making it hit the mesh of the net at a speed even the goalie couldn’t stop.

She smiled, cheering silently as your heart thumped at the sight.

She was amazing.

“Why don’t you try talking to her?” Haerin asked while turning her head to watch the girl, whom you had a crush on, play.

“Talk to her? Please, you must be out of your mind.” You said, closing your eyes at her so-called silly idea.

“Hey, (Name)—”

“AH!”

Your scream was enough to silence her greeting, her voice catching you completely off guard.

Haerin and Yunjin flinched at the sudden noise, leaving them both confused.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” She asked softly, unsure if she would scare you again if she spoke too loudly.

“No, it’s okay.” You said, hanging your head low in embarrassment. First interaction and you already blew it. Great job.

“Well… I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, but I’ve seen you a few times around in the halls and in class…” She paused.

Oh come on, the anticipation was already getting to you enough.

As you waited for her to continue, you took this time to admire her appearance; her ginger-red hair was tied up into a bun with a few strands elsewhere, sweat droplets on her forehead and her red cheeks from constantly running around (or blushing), and the way her arms held the soccer ball secured, which part of you wished was you instead.

“I was wondering if you wanted to, well, hangout sometime.” She said, breaking you out of your daze. Your eyes widened at her question as you looked over at Haerin, extremely flustered.

Haerin looked back at you, mouthing the words ‘say yes’ quicker than ever.

And so, you did, yet then again, not quite

“Yes, that sounds nice.” Was what you hoped to say, but instead, it came out as a stutter and a fumble of words.

“Yeah, um, that sounds…nice. That sounds nice.” You mentally facepalmed, embarrassed of your mishap once again.

Great job, part two.

Yunjin looked at you in confusion, but then broke out into a smile and laughed. She was right about her theories, you were pretty cute.

“Sweet! I’m looking forward to it.” She said, her words leaving your heart a thumping mess.

You attempted to smile back at her and she laughed again. What was so funny about your laugh?

“What’s so funny?” You asked, slightly offended.

“Nothing, nothing. You’re just… cute.” Yunjin smiled at you once more, before returning to the soccer field to continue their match.

Best believe, you looked like you were on the verge of having a heatstroke.

“Wow… You’re progressing faster than I ever will.” Haerin said, her voice bringing you back to reality.

It was true, she had spoken to her crush a few times, but they weren’t going anywhere compared to you and Yunjin. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t a little jealous.

Still, this would be a good time to take notes. Maybe her and her crush could end up like this one day.

Yunjin was now long gone and back on the field, however you were still wondering how you managed to score a date with your school’s best player.

Maybe you did have chances after all.

Ξ ©HAKNOM, 2024

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[ghuleh-recs]

The door shuts behind them, and Swiss and Aeon toss their go bags on the chair in the corner of the room. They stare at each other, purple and white boring into gold as their human glamours fade, horns and tails coming back into existence. All Aeon can hear is the hum of the too-cold air conditioner, and the way their breath quickens as Swiss smiles. Their tail wags behind them, and Aeon can't bring themself to try and make it look like they have it under control.

Swiss takes two long strides, pressing into Aeon's space. They have to remind themself that they want this, they asked for this, willing themself not to shy away from him subconsciously.

He carefully brings his hands up, telegraphing his movements. Aeon's eyes flutter shut for a moment as his warm, calloused palms radiate heat onto their cheeks, not quite making contact. "Tell me, Aeon," he breathes, gold eyes flicking down and back up to their eyes as he leans down. "You gotta tell me."

Aeon's breath hitches, nodding. "Please," they whisper, and then they're consumed by contact. Both of Swiss's palms cup their face, tilting their head just slightly to the side so that-

This piece is a collab with the talented and wonderful @coffeeghoulie for their fic Eternal Heatstroke. What are you waiting for? Go read the rest!!

(pspspspsps i have an art blog now! feel free to follow @ghuleh-draws if you’re so inclined ♡)

[knapptapp]

Elevator- JamesPotter x GN!Reader

WC: 950

You are stuck in a muggle elevator with James Potter, Who wont stop flirting with you

Tags: Fluff, angst(?), Sarcastic reader, Slytherin reader, Flirty James Potter, Insecure reader

A/N: Wrote this from a prompt, trying to dip my toes into the Marauders fandom not a fully fleshed out fic or anything. A little experiment

“This might be a bad time to mention it, but I really like your perfume.”

“Oh shut up,” You said with a scowl as you once again pushed the emergency button.

Professor Corbyn had thought it a wonderful idea to assign the seventh year class a lengthy list of ‘muggle activities’ to complete. She had also thought up the brillant of idea of assigning partners randomly. Though you had your doubts about the “randomness”.

Still, it was a project worth a good chunk of your grade. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't blow it off. Which is how you ended up stuck in an elevator with James fucking Potter. James who thought your perfume was of utmost importance at the moment.

“No seriously, it's quite lovely.”

You ignored him and pressed the call button. A moment passed…..Nothing. Great, not even the phone was working.

“Where did you get it? From Diagon alley or-”

“Can you be useful for once?” You interrupted.

James pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning on, “Can you apparate?”

“No.” You admitted begrudgingly. Getting your license was on your to do list, there just hadn't been enough time. You were really starting to regret not putting it up higher on your list. You fanned yourself with your hand.

“Someone will come for us eventually.” James said with a shrug. He seemed completely care free and not at all worried about the situation at hand.

“Yeah. If we don't die from heatstroke before then.” You settled against the wall opposite of him and slid down till you were seated. It was just a tad bit cooler down on the floor.

“I know how you could cool off.” James said with a smirk. Just in case you hadn't understood his comment, he lifted just the hem of his shirt to reveal a sliver of tanned skin. You quickly looked away, but not before you caught a glimpse of a dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Oh fuck off.”

James copied you and slid down to the floor. Instead of sitting with his legs tucked up to his chest like yours, he instead stretched them all the way out. The elevator was tiny and James’ legs were long, the sides of his red converse knocked against your thighs. Cloth shopping had been another part of the project.

“Have I told you your shoes are ugly?”

“Many times,” James responded unphased, “You just don't like them because they're red.”

“Horrible color.”

“I think you'd look really nice in red. Got one shade specifically in mind actually.”

“Yeah, no” You fidgeted with the fraying sleeve of your dark green jumper. House pride was taken very seriously in Hogwarts. Wearing gryffindor red was an act of betrayal.

“You would,” He insisted, “I even have a jumper that would look perfect on you! Says ‘Potter’ right across the back.”

“Careful now James, I might think you're hitting on me.”

“Did it take you this long to notice?”

You knocked his foot away with your palm. James allowed it before he returned it back to tapping against your thigh. He was such a tease. He had been on this since you two got assigned partners.

“Ha Ha very funny,” You replied dryly.

He tapped his foot rhythmically against your leg, you tried your best to ignore it. The elevator was completely silent. The music had cut off when the elevator had come to a sudden stop with a metallic screech. There was nothing but the sounds of James and your breathing.

Your whole body was on edge. You couldn't help but keep anticipating the worst. Any movement made you feel like the elevator would go crashing to the ground below, You were stuck on the seventh floor and you had heard one to many horror stories.

“I'm bored,” James said, “We should do something.”

“Like what?”

“Why don't we play a game of truth or dare?” suggested James.

“Truth or dare? Seriously?”

“What else do you have in mind?” he replied smugly.

“Fine, let's play.” you agreed reluctantly.

“Okay, I'll start. Truth or dare?” James challenged.

You sat for a moment, mulling over your choices. There weren't many dare options while stuck in an elevator, but everyone and their mothers knew James Potter was a master prankster. He could probably come up with something within a second. Hell, he probably already had fifty dares planned out. Better to play it safe then.

“Truth.”

“Okay..” James pretended to think for a moment, he stroked his chin and gazed up at the roof dramatically, “Why don't you like me?”

Oh. Straight into it. You looked away from him uncomfortably. The thing was, you didn't not like him. Honestly, it was the opposite. But you couldn't let him know that. You would never hear the end of it.

“I don't not like you…You're just loud…” You said carefully.

“I think i’m quite charming honestly,” James smirked.

“Yeah, you think that.” You said with an eye roll

“You don't think I am?” James tilted his head to the side, one loose curl fell in front of his eyes. God damn it. Yes, you wanted to say. I've thought that you are charming since fourth year. But of course, you don't say any of it.

“Not at all.”

“You're forgetting the rules of the game again.” He teased. He leaned forward, only a couple inches closer than before, but still all too close.

“I’m not lying.” You attempted to sound confident and self assured but you couldn't manage to bring your voice above a whisper.

The gods must have heard your prayers because the phone on the wall rang. James and you stared at each other for a moment. He finally pulled his eyes away from you and stood up to answer the phone. You and your feelings were safe for another day.

[terramous]

i havent posted a fic in almost a week, going into attention withdrawal