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[bump1nthen1ght]

Made For Love (Incubus x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sex worker!Incubus x GN!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content ahead! (18+ ONLY), Loss of Virginity, Spanking, Unsafe Sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Word Count: 2098 words

Summary: Sick and tired of waiting, you decide you’re ready to finally lose your virginity. Lucky for you, a friend of yours has a tantalizing suggestion on how to do so…

A/N: Ok so this was ORIGINALLY supposed to be a short drabble ( <1000 words) for Kinktober, but as y’all can tell I went into a writing frenzy and it became a full fic. Please forgive any typos, as the horniest muse ever possessed me as I typed and edited this and I’m too impatient not to post it lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

(P.S. Sex Work is Work and all sex workers deserve to be treated with respect. Do not necessarily take this fic as a completely accurate depiction of how sex work is performed. Nevertheless, enjoy some sweetness)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.”

The motel room you find yourself in is surpisingly homely. The flickering overheads have been turned off and replaced by soft lavender fairy lights strung around the bed frame. Cheap and stiff blankets have been neatly folded and put away in the closet, the bed now decorated with a big fluffy duvet and several plush pillows. Some candles have been lit and placed on the nearby desk.

“It's Joranez, right? Want to make sure I’m saying that correctly.”

“That’s right, but you can call me Jora, darling.” He winks, taking hold of both your hands, holding them to his chest. The action isn’t very intimate, but it can’t help but send a hot blush across your face. Jora is stunningly attractive, his silken hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His purple skin is flawless, shiny just like his horns, which curl and twist upwards. His smile is charming, sharp canines seeming so friendly despite everything.

“Is this okay?” Jora whispers, rubbing a thumb across the back of your palm. You nod, letting your fingers unfurl and touch the bare skin of his chest. “Do you remember the safe words, the ones in the email?”

“Y- yes. Lime for go, strawberry for stop.” You take a deep breath. “A-and banana for slow down.”

A clawed hand runs across your cheek, goosebumps running down yiur heck as Jora draws even closer. His breath brushes across your face, his yellow eyes glowing in the low light. Even though he’s a stranger, you can’t help but feel very safe.

“Good pet. Now, shall we get started?”

—

Jora had been recommended to you by a mutual friend, one of your best friends actually; Rory. She worked nights at a sex hotline and Jora often took shifts there during the drier months of the year. From what she had told you he was highly requested and had great reviews, known for perfectly crafting whatever mood or scenario his customers wanted. You had asked if it would be weird, sleeping with someone she knows so personally, but Rory had quickly quieted your fears. If anything it was better, as she knew you’d be in great hands and she was often quite protective.

So Rory gave you his work number and you scheduled the appointment to lose your virginity.

Given how you’re feeling right now, you think you made the right decision.

“You make such beautiful noises, dear.” Jora whispers in your ear, his long tongue licking up your trembling neck. “I’d love to hear more.”

He gets his wish, a moany breath leaving as he scissors his fingers inside of you, pads pressing hard on your outer walls. He chuckles, a warm sound that only makes your body hotter.

How easily he was able to undo you. You lay naked in his lap, legs spread wide and chest heaving with each breath. Sweat drips down your collarbone and your skin feels on fire, every soft touch and caress leaving tingles across your body. The duvet provides just enough purchase for you to dig your fingers into, still too shy to yank on Jora’s open robe.

The pleasant ache as Jora stretches you open on his finger was far better than you imagined, probably far better than some random hookup would have provided you. Starting with one, now two, he’s somehow slowly unraveled your senses. Now you sit as a putty ball of pleasure in his lap, all for him to treat.

Guess I’m a sub. You joke in your head, though you already had a suspicion before this. Or maybe Jora is just such a master of control that anyone falls to their knees in front of him. It wouldn’t surprise you.

“How about three?” Jora whispers in your ear, waiting for your timid nod before sinking a third finger inside you. He splays them out, stretching out your walls before resuming to thrust. Black and white spots speckle behind your eyelids, that burn in your gut only growing hotter. “So good pet, you’re doing fantastic.” Jora plants a soft peck on your temple, his free hand rubbing affectionate circles into your hips. Said hips jerk and spasm on his digits, desperate for more.

“I t-think…” You whimper, somehow still shy as this incubus is literally inside of you. “I think I’m ready for you c-cock.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jora teases, flexing his fingers again. “I think so too, lovely.”

Jora is slow and methodical as he pulls his fingers out of you, gently coaxing your hips to flip you around. Your shaky legs straddle his lap, Jora giving another gentle kiss to your lips. He grinds against you, getting a squeak and a shiver.

Jora begins to sit up, pushing you onto your back and adjusting for missionary position, but you stop him with hand to his chest.

“Actually, could we do Doggy style?” You request, somehow not stuttering your way through it.

Jora’s eyes widen, but its accompanied by a delighted smirk.

“Of course.”

With another gentle press to your hips, Jora flips you onto your stomach. A strong palm smoothes down your lower back, arching it into his hips as he adjusts himself. You can hear the sound of the lube bottle as Jora gets more, rubbing it over your entrance. A heated presence presses up against your hole, throbbing and slick. Even without seeing it, you can tell Jora is quite well endowed.

“Tell me if it hurts to much, okay dearie?”

You give a simple “uh-huh.”, trying to decide if you want to shove your face in the covers or stare into the void of the motel room.

Your brain decides for you, biting your lip and clenching your eyes when Jora finally begins to slide in you.

It doesn’t hurt, thank goodness, but it is a little…unusual. It’s a fullness where you didn’t even realize there was emptiness. As Jora goes further, you get the stretch in places you've never reached before, not with fingers or even a dildo. The unexplored is extra sensitive, your hips spasming as Jora eventually bottoms out inside you. He swivels his hips, the head of his cock brushing against something that feels amazing.

A clawed hand rubs your scalp, reaching down to pat your cheek. You can feel Jora’s body heat as he leans his chest closer, his robe rolled down his shoulders to expose his bare skin. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” You mutter, digging your face half into the covers. The noises bubbling in your throat are so whiny, so debauched, you can’t help but try to tamp them down. “You can m-move. Slowly.”

“Of course, dear.”

Jora sits up, grabbing gently onto the fat of your hips. The bed shifts as he pulls out halfway, before gently thrusting upward. You gasp, a strange sensation shooting up your stomach. Jora chuckles, pulling back slowly again. That emptiness feels wrong now, it feels incomplete.

“Faster, p-please.”

Jora must nod, though you didn't see it. His fingers dig into your sides, not enough to even leave a mark, and he begins humping in earnest.

Those noises you tried to suppress become impossibly loud, even in shaky breaths and moans. Bed springs squeak underneath you, the slap of Jora’s hips against yours sending a hot sensation down your legs. It's so lewd, but it feels so right.

“You feel amazing.” Jora moans. “Such a tight hole, all for me.” Jora speeds up a bit, met with your eager hips throwing backwards on his cock. “And a pretty face on top.”

All you can do is bite your lip, feeling a hit blush as Jora lavishes you with compliments. His pelvis pounds against your ass, toned muscle meeting the plush flesh. Jora begins to fondle the fat, giving it a light pat, holding back for your sake.

“Please slap my ass.” You whine, getting an extra eager thrust from Jora in response. You can’t see it, but you’re sure he’s smirking.

“You’re wish is my command.”

Jora’s palm meets the skin with a resounding slap, enough to jiggle your cheeks and surely to leave a mark, but you doubt it’s as hard as he can go.

“H-harder, please.”

Jora hums, rubbing the spot he just hit.

“Surprisingly naughty, aren’t you?” This time Jora reels back his hand and gives you a proper spank, enough to send your lower half forward. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but you didn’t realize how good the stinging could feel. “I love it, you want some more?” Jora gyrates his hips, pressing his cockhead to the very deepest parts of you.

“Yes, yes!” You barely reocgnize your voice, keening and desperate. The moans as Jora slaps your ass again are depraved, downright erotic. He switches hands and slaps your other ass cheek, taking a moment to squeeze and fondle the fat afterwards. He begins to alternate his slaps, using the other hand to hold onto your hips and yank you back onto his cock. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he’s picked up the pace, each thrust reaching your guts at a quick speed. You can hear the slap of Jora’s balls as they hit your underside.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Jora purrs, voice so composed you wouldn’t even realize’s he’s blowing your back out. “Don’t you want to see yourself?”

Jora must see your brows furrow, cause he leans down and tilts your jaw forward. “Look up, dear.”

Opening your hazy eyes, you notice a full-length mirror in front of you both. It hadn’t been there before, or so your cock-drunk mind remembers, and you wonder if Jora had moved it in place with some minor magic. He was an incubus, after all.

But those thoughts come second to seeing how unraveled your look. Your face is flushed, sweat beading on your forehead. Your back is so arched you can see the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. Not to mention Jora, whose pony is slowly coming undone, looking like a literal Adonis. His sultry gaze burns in to you, toned chest and abs flexing with his humps. He had been so sweet at the beginning, but it seems your naughtiness has drawn out his mischievous side; He wears a big smirk, biting his lip and admiring the naughty picture you make in the mirror.

“See? Just as I told you-” Jora gives a particularly hard thrust and stars shoot across your vision, “-gorgeous.”

Your entire lower half feels lit up, a faint buzz going all the way down to your toes as your abdomen grows tighter and tighter. It’s so similar yet so different from when you’ve masturbated before. The coming climax feels hotter, more explosive, like a high you’ve only dreamed about.

Jora can tell, either with his specially-tuned senses or by the way your hole clenches. “Close, love?”

All you can do is nod, tongue lolled out with a mind too far gone. You’re thankful Jora had the wherewithall to ask where you’d like him to come at the start, as you have no way of giving an answer now.

“That's right, cum for me. I want to see you.”

That’s all it takes, the knot splitting in an instant as you come with Jora’s cock deep inside you. You can see him clench his eyes shut as your hole milks him, just pulling out in time to cum all over your back.

The next few minutes are a bit hazy. Your legs had collapsed under you, your brain thoroughly cock drunk and trying to reboot. Jora, ever the professional, quickly recuperated. He rubbed soft circles into your lower back, leaning over to get some cleaning wipes. You vaguely remember him flipping you onto your back, tilting your chin up and giving you some water. The sensation of the back of his knuckles, brushing along the side of your face comes to mind as you sipped.

“Good dearie.” Jora gives you a peck in the cheek. “You did so well, love. I’m happy I was able to share this with you.”

Jora is sweet and leta you take plenty of time to rest and come back to yourself, giving you another kiss and his card on your way out.

“If you ever want to be naughty again, love.”

You walked out with a tired yet enthusiastic pep in your step.

You definitely owe Rory one.

[spirit-lanterns]

I've been following your Casino Au andd, I got inspired by it so, I went and drew my Oc as one of the Bunnies :}}

Her name is Soleil, she's surpisingly younger than Bunny Reader by 2 years. She's a switch, ain't afraid to a bottom and top, I would think of her as either a Bartender or a Bouncer or Guard (if there is a guard bunny cuz every bunny already know how to kick ass)

She is a drinker and a bit of a smoker (she can handle alcohol pretty well, if I had to compare her to a character.. she can probably go hand in hand with Beidou), gurlie is a smooth talker aswell so I see her getting along with Bunny reader. Giving off tips and letting Bunny reader experiment on her :3

Acheron and Black Swan with Soleil.. forming the purple hair triplets .

(this is my very first time in an ask 😭🙏🙏 sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Ahhh your artstyle is so nice! 😳 I love how rugged and “paint-like” it is because the way you use colors and textures reminds me of a painting!

Your Bunny definitely looks like she can work at the bar or as a bouncer (bouncer bunnies are still needed at the casino because they need to be stationed at all entrances at all times). Very nice-looking Bunny! Welcome to The Rabbit’s Foot casino! I can see her being one of the “popular” Bunnies where patrons and Bunnies alike have a crush on her :)

[stefanmikaleson1864]

My Heart is Missing

Jay Halstead X Reader 

My Heart is Missing 

A/N: This is based on the last couple of episodes where Jay left to go back to the army. I’m also gonna be real honest I haven’t seen much sense he left so I hope you all like it ! 

If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N’S POV 

You and Jay halstead where on earth do you even begin with the two of you. He was already in the unit when you started. Voight partnered the two of you up .

It was a match right away. The two of you hit off immediately, and everyone in the office saw it. You both were always joking and laughing. 

You were also the person he trusted the most in the world. Whether it be late night locker rooms or at a old dive bar over a few drinks. 

You never got tired of being with each other. It was like no matter how much time you spent with each other it was never enough. 

The day he asked you to move in with him it wasn't even a second thought. I mean you two were already basically living together. 

Then the day he took you to your favorite dive bar and it was all decorated with lots of directions you knew something was up. 

He took your breath away when he got down on one knee. He looked up at you with those baby blues and your heart stopped beating 

“Y/N the best day of my life was when I meant you and every day after that has been even more amazing. And everyday i ask myself how lucky am i that you choose me. Someone who you think deserves being with you. I don’t ever want to loose that so will you marry me” Jay asked 

“Well it’s about time yes hell yeah” you said. 

He got up and kissed you hard and you both had happy tears running down both of your faces. 

The rest of the night was a huge party filled with laughter and love. 

About a year had passed and you finally both got married. It was in Trudy's backyard. Filled with twinkle lights and flowers. 

You were a simple dress and you felt beautiful. It was casual but something you both imagined it would be. 

Antonio was the one who married you two. The night went surpisingly off without a hitch. You couldn’t help but sit back and wonder how the hell you got this blessed. 

6 months sense then had passed and now it was like your world was completely flipped. 

Jay had been distant these past couple of months. Work has been a lot dealing with everything going on. We didn’t know who we should trust anymore. Our relationship with Voight was always a rocky one but now it felt like it was getting a lot worse. 

He was being really weird and trying to break the team up it felt like. In a time where we all needed to be united it felt like he was dividing us. 

The team used to be so close now it felt like we barely even talked outside of work. It was also taking it toll on me and Jay. we used to tell each other everything now we barely talk.

When we come home we both just kind go our separate ways. Jay will watch a game on the TV and I go back to the room and watch TV. 

We wouldn’t have our dates anymore or morning coffee together. The car rides in the morning were also weren’t even talking about us anymore. 

Before everything happened we were talking about marriage and babies. We were so happy now it was like a empty shell was sitting in the bed. 

You didn’t know what to do because you both knew you couldn’t go on like this. Something was going to break and you were so scared that it was going to be the two of you. 

Jay had to be have thinking the same thing because lately things were extra different with. He was hiding phone calls and being secretive. 

You knew he wasn’t cheating Jay would never he was way to good of a man. You wanted to ask but you were to afraid to ask him. 

So you figured when he was ready he would come and talk to you about it. You were just worried on how long that was going to take. 

Before he was a open book. He would always tell you everything down to what he would eat for lunch. 

It was hurting that what ever was going on he didn’t think it was worth sharing. It made you feel like you weren’t even his partner anymore. 

Right now you were currently laying in bed. Dreading the morning day. You barely gotten asleep and now you had to bring yourself to get up. 

Jay was already up and moving around. You could hear him and the way with everything was going you wanted to try your best and avoid him. 

It was a good thing that today you were both off. And even though  you were off you couldn’t make yourself go back to sleep. At this point there was no use. 

You got your phone off the night stand and started scrolling through your stuff. You were scrolling for a while you didn’t realize how much time had truly passed. 

When the door opened up and you almost broke your neck to see who was at the door. 

Jay walked in and gave you a somber look on his face. It was hard to read what was going on and he looked like he was struggling to. 

Before the two of you would be in bed right now cuddling and laughing and having a blast. Now the bed was cold next to you. 

You struggled to on what to say trying to read the situation before breaking down. You missed the warmth of the broken man in front of you. 

“Hey come sit wit me” you said pulling the covers back and creating a space for him in order to lay. 

He walked over to you and kind of sat up straight. It was like you just meant the man he was being so distant. 

You reached over and touched him and pulled him down so he was laying next to you. 

You both just kind of looked at each other for a moment. No one was saying anything which was really nice at that moment just enjoying each other company. 

“Hey” you both said at the same time making you both laugh 

God you missed his laugh. 

“You go” You said smiling at him 

“I need to talk to you” He said 

Your heart sunk into it’s chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“What’s going on” You asked swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“I’m leaving” was all you said 

You could feel the tears following down your face and he reached over and grabbed your face and wiped the tears off. 

“Why i mean I know things were bad but I was holding out hope” You chocked out. 

You couldn’t even see everything was blurry from the tears. 

“God no hey look at me” Jay said 

You looked at him and he had a sad look on his face. 

“Hey not you i am not leaving you I am re enlisting i’m going to Bolivia” He said 

You sat up and was leaning against the headboard. You took your hand and wiped your face so you could see properly. 

“Why would you re enlist” You ask 

“Because I don’t like the person I am becoming in the unit things have changed and i don’t wanna be that cop and look at us we haven’t been okay and I want us to I love you” Jay said 

“So what you think leaving will help” You asked in a rhetorical voice 

Jays head just kind of dropped before he spoke up. 

“Yes I do I love you more than anyone or anything in the world and if I stay in the unit I’m gonna get worse were gonna get worse we need to do something and this way I can help people and know who the bad guys are” Jay said 

You were struggling to understand how leaving would help wouldn’t you stay and want to fight. 

“I don’t understand” was all you said. 

“Look baby I love you I do and i’m not leaving right away like 2 weeks okay. I was gonna ask you should take some time off of work” Jay said 

“We could go away for a little bit before me and you and go to greece like we always talked about” Jay said. 

“Yeah that sounds amazing we both could use it” You smiled. 

“Why didn’t you talk to me about it thought before deciding to just go” You asked 

“Because you would try and stop me and if you did I didn’t know if I would have the strength to leave” Jay said 

“You are my heart Jay halstead and I support you always and honestly if this is what you need” You said. 

“It is and when i come back when my tour is over we can re group you know. Talk about a family and a life okay I’m just helping out a friend this isn’t forever” Jay said. 

“Okay yeah just for a little bit” You said 

“Just for a little bit” Jay said. 

After Jay laid down and he pulled you close to him. Your head was on his chest and you could feel your heart beating. 

The two of you haven’t been this connected in a while. But for once in a while you finally felt lie some hope was coming back. 

This wasn’t going to be end this was just the beginning. A new chapter was closing and the other one was opening back up. 

You did need the time off first thing in the morning you were taking off you and Jay were always going to go on the dream vacation. 

Maybe it was what you needed to re spark everything.  And as hard it was to let Jay go you know you needed to. 

All you knew while he was gone your heart was going to be Missing.

[tsunami-kelsey]

EDDSWORLD HEADCANNONS 💪

SHIPS:

TomTordEdd

MattJon

Markuardo

Patpaul

EDD:

– 5'11" (says hes 6')

– Pansexual 

– AuDHD

– Meladaptive Daydreamer

– Chubby <33333

– Brown curly hair

��� Hairy limbs and torso because yes 🧡🧡

– Used to have deep brown eyes but they became bright green because of power edd

– Still has his powers, except he cant control them as well

– Draws as a job (is actually a very popular artist)

– Also works part-time at the Diner!

– Loves bugies

– Is actually very good with plants

– terrible cook, amazing baker

– Unironicly acts like a cat

– ls the only one with a healthy, living, loving family group

MATT:

– Gender-fluid! (mainly masc)

– Gay!!

– 6'7"

– ADHD

– Only drinks animal blood

– Hangs out in the bathroom while hes at the house the most (he has to look good😔)

– Can only turn into a bat on the 31st of every month (the date number he was turned :3)

– Likes to color!

– Being a Model is his job (he isn't popular but bro get BANK!!!!!)

– used to go to the neighbors house everyday to hang out with Jon </3

– May or may not have turned Jon into a vampire on accident... (dont ask)

– Used to be pale, and is now even MORE pale because of vampire

– ginger. he is very sensitive to sunlight and always has been, so he beings sunscreen and a sun umbrella with him everywhere

– has the best clothes ever, likes to hold fashion shows for the gang

– Color Blind! Cant see blue 😔

TOM:

– 5'5"

– Trans Masc <3

– Bisexual obv

– Has a band (Lead singer and guitarist)

– Makes Kandi with Edd

– AuDHD

– Has yellow teeth because ALCOHOL!!!

– HATES the noises of crinkling plastic

– freely shifts around the others because he knows even when he isn't mentally/physically there he wont hurt them.

– SHARP TEETH SHARP TEETH SHARP TEETH

– Wears blue earplugs because sensitive monster ears

– Has so many percings in insane

– Punk fashion!!

– Lacks empathy but ISNT A HEARTLESS BEING.

– Forgets to eat, shower, and just take care of himself becaus of his ADHD (he doesnt mean to)

– Very entergetic with people he loves

– Has a secret intrest in dragons and other things

– Has gone to concerts (MCR, Mother Mother, Rob Zombie, etc etc) with Jon :3

– Is actualy Jon's older brother!!

TORD:

– 5'9"

– Pansexual

– Surpisingly amazing cook

– Has tried human flesh before and liked it

– The real Tord died in 2008, the Red Army creating a clone of him and the clone growing fond of the other three.

– BEFORE DEATH: Dark brown haie, hazel/blue eyes, chose to not accociate himself with his parents (his father was a terrible person, like father like son am i right?) Mostly wore black and some Red, thin norwrigen accent

– AFTER DEATH / CLONE: light chestnut hair with deep brown roots, grey eyes, constantly talks about his army (where the clone was created, he doesnt have many memories of the tord before him), Wears more red and some black, THICK norwrigian accent

– Has more than 90GB at this point (ifykyk)

– Rebuilt their house with the help of the army's fonds, replicating everything as best as he could.

– Stayed with them for another 5 years in the house than went to command the RED ARMY

– Cold to people he doesnt know, entergetic and flurty to those he does

JON ( DECEASED . ):

– loved cereal, any kind

– never left Tom's side when they where little

– Had sevear anxiety

– 5'3"

– Pansexual

– Had like 3 tattoons, but he always hid them because he was scared of what the others would say

– Loved rock music, used to vibe to metal too

– Died when tord blew up the houses.

– He was in the hospital for maybe a week before he let himself give up.

– Had asthma and dyslexia!

– Loved to knit :3

– Had gotten turned into a little vampire by matt, but was never immortal (like matt)

– Hangs out with Mark in his little ghost form. He likes to mess with edwardo when he notices that Ed is feeling down

MARK:

– 6'5"

– Bisexual <3

– Make Up artist for movies and things!

– Married to Edwardo 

– Can see and feel ghosts. (this is important)

– Has prescriptions but he never takes them because they make him feel worse

– took Jon's death the hardest.

– A very picky eater

– Terrible cook (he tries guys)

– every letter from Todd is addressed to him for some reason

– HATES bugs. If he sees one he will shreak even if its a butterfly or something

– Actually gets along with Matt a lot

– Does Matt's make up when Matt has a show

– Amazing fashion but never uses it to its true potential 😔

– Works out a lot with Ed :3

EDWARDO:

– Has a pug named Dogwardo.

– Gay.

– 5'10" (says hes 6ft but than edd interjects)

– has so much beef with Edd that its concerning

– Dated Laurel and then went "oh wait im gay, mb bro" (she didnt care lolz)

– Knows how to control his powers very well, used them to complete dayly tasks

– Actualy incredibly clingy to Mark

– THE BEST FUCKING COOK YOU WILL EVER MEET, THIS MAN MAKES THE BEST FOOD EVER.

– Works full-time at the diner and works in the kitchen :D

– Best friends with Laurel and Honey :3

– hairy man /POS /POS

– Forced Todd to move in when Jon died (he needed the comfort but wont admit it)

TODD:

– Photographer! (get it? because he shoots photos? and tord- yeah you get it)

– Is Tord's clone from the labs

– much more tame hair, he loves styling hair

– adores birds, he has a pet paret named Lavender (or Lavie)

– The only straight one. EDIT: I LIED HES ASEXUAL 💪

– 6'8"

– Moved into the house after the explosions and stuff, took Jons old room but technically lives on the couch because he spends all his time there

– Loves to travel :D

– Tries to be best buds with his clone but fails everytime

– His outfits are much more well kept than tords :3

– Hates anything political

– Very fond of Laurel, thinks shes PRETTYYY :0000 (they never get together, hes to much of a wimp to even say hi to her)

[lorifragolina]

Fleabags

I got a row in the @harringrovesummerbingo card! it's the first I wrote when I hadn't plan the others but I deferred the edit until now :) I'm just patting my back because I am editing surpisingly quick XD

Title: Fleabags

Square & Prompt: A1 "Wet towel"

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3794

Major Tags: WARNING IMPLICIT VIOLENCE,Harringrove, cats, rough sex, abusive home, twisted personality

Summary: Billy and Steve rescue a litter of kittens together. They softened Billy and make Steve feel in love. But Neil Hagrove's hand puts a shadow over them, making Billy hurt and cry, and making Steve taking steps to solve the situation. With fire and iron, if needed.

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Steve saw Billy run into the locker room and take a towel from the towel rack, so he followed him outside, too curious to miss it. 

He looked around and saw Billy at the side of the road, kneeling on the ground, and he got nearer. Billy was wrapping the towel carefully around a skinny, ruffled cat, and the towel was stained red. The little cat was bleeding from the mouth and the nose.

“What happened?” Steve knelt at Billy’s side. Billy's hands were shivering, and his voice was broken. 

“A car hit him, I just heard the brakes…”

The cat appeared seriously injured. He wasn’t moving and his breath was short and heavy. Billy was shocked. 

“Let's take him to the vet, come on,” Steve grabbed Billy’s arm. Suddenly, Billy raised a hand and listened.

A feeble weeping came from the side of the road. Steve kept the cat in the towel and Billy went searching in the short bushes.

“Shit!” he cursed, and Steve went to look: there was a carton box, wet and dirty, and four little kittens inside, crying out loud calling their mom. Their mom was laying half dead in the towel not far away.

Steve looked at Billy, but Billy kept his head low. Steve could see his upper lip trembling and his eyes taking a bitter, sad crease looking at those little things, the eyes still half closed and so unsure on their little paws.

Steve grabbed Billy’s arm again and shook him. 

“Come on, we have to go to the doctor with them, I’ll drive”.

Billy seemed reviving, and nodded. He passed a hand on his face and took the box with special care.

Steve drove to the vet and Billy kept comforting the cat mom on his knees during the road. 

“Come on, baby, your kittens are here, come on, be strong, we’re almost there”.

They sat while the vet took a look at the injured cat, lying rigid and suffering on the white towel; they tried to give her a shot touching her back, her paws, but all was useless. 

“The cat is dying, she has internal bleeding and she’s really weak to face a surgery,” said the doctor, and Billy whined. 

“But the kittens?” 

The doctor took one of the babies, red striped like the mother. “Well they can’t eat alone for the moment… they need the bottle every four or six hours”.

“I’ll do it”, said Billy vivaciously. He was pale and tired, but his look was sharp.

“We’ll do it,” nodded Steve, and Billy opened his mouth in surprise.

The vet gave them some milk for the babies and showed them how to feed them with a syringe, then they had to say goodbye to the mom. 

Billy took his wallet and counted some bills, concerned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay,” said Steve.

“No,” Billy finally took every bill in the wallet and gave it to the doctor. “I can pay,” he said, stubborn, putting the empty wallet back in the pocket. 

Steve didn’t insist, but when they stopped at the supermarket to buy some necessary supplies, he played when Billy wasn’t looking. 

“Will you take them to your house?” asked Steve, a little doubtful, recalling some of the talks of the kids about Max’s house.

Billy hesitated. He got out of Steve’s car in the school parking lot and carefully put the box on the passenger seat.

“I… I don’t know. I can’t take them in the house… but I will manage somehow".

“We can take them in my house,” suggested Steve.

“You already did enough, there’s no need”.

“You can’t keep them in the car or outdoors,” he insisted.

Billy sighed, then nodded reluctantly. He followed Steve to his mansion and waited at the gate with the box in his arms. 

“Here,” Steve made way. “My mother wouldn’t let them in the house but they can stay in the shed, nobody uses it,” Steve opened a little metal door in a sort of storehouse. “They’ll be fine here”.

“But I have to take care of them”

“We both can take care of them,” said Steve diplomatically. “Anyway you can enter from the backyard, the door isn’t closed”.

Billy placed the box in a sheltered corner. Steve took all the things they bought and they set a comfortable home for the babies. Billy cleaned them and petted them a little, giving them some more food, until they finally curled up warmly together and fell asleep. 

“Poor babies without your mummy,” he whispered, covering them, in a low voice, convinced that Steve didn’t hear him. 

“They’ll need the next feed at 4 am…” he said then.

“I can take care of it”.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here”.

“You can rest,” insisted Steve.

“I’ll take care,” growled Billy, and Steve shooked his head for the fucking stubbornness. 

“Ok, whatever”.

Billy went home, and Steve closed the garage looking at the Camaro going away raising a dust cloud. He didn’t think he would ever say that side of Billy.

“Fleabags'' was the collective name Billy gave to all the four kittens; they were too little to think to definitive names, he said, and probably he didn’t want to growing fond; too late, thought Steve, because he was always on time even in the night to feed, clean and comfort the babies. Steve tried to wake up to help him, but he always found Billy already there with the kittens on him, smiling and baby talking with them. The four fleabags cried a lot for their dimensions, and their little claws were sharp and pointy, but Billy was very attached to them, he was determined not to let them die. It was a little difficult to conciliate the feed hours with the school, but they took turns and somehow they could do it. The kittens opened their eyes completely and started to crawl more confidently in the box and try to jump out, so they changed the box with a bigger one and stayed large minutes looking at their little brats, jammed. 

Steve looked at the secret, tender smile Billy gave the babies, and once or twice he caught his look and his smile too. They didn’t talk much, but Billy appeared more relaxed at his side, now that they were sharing that task and that secret.

Steve’s parents came home and Steve kept his mouth shut about the garage, then after a couple of weeks they went away again.

The kitten kept growing and became louder and fluffier, and really clinged to Billy; Steve felt a little jump of his heart when he saw Billy smile and make faces to the babies.

One time, they sat side by side with a cat each, while the other two were wandering near them. Billy raised the kitty, kissing him sweetly on the pink little nose, and he crossed Steve’s eyes looking at him, charmed. Billy stopped smiling, incapable of taking off his own look, and Steve put a hand on his tight, getting closer. He closed his eyes, reaching Billy’s lips, but Billy made a little noise and flinched a little. 

Steve stopped, and looked again to him; Billy gulped, sighed and nodded imperceptibly. His eyes were glossy and sad, he was shivering a little and blinking.

It wasn’t a rejection, otherwise he would mock and insult Steve loudly, it was more a “I would, but I can’t” look, a mix of fear and sadness that made Steve’s heart sink. 

They didn’t talk about that and they had never talked about Billy’s house, but Steve suddenly understood some of Billy’s erratic behavior lately. He would say he was sorry but he wouldn't ruin the feeble  friendship they were building with difficulty. 

Billy went away that night without a word, and the next day all returned to normal, apparently; but Steve kept looking at him furtively and noticing some little, sweet things that drew him more to Billy

Then, a night Billy didn’t come; Steve waited a little at the window and then went himself to attend to the kittens; he put some kitten food in a bowl and they ate by themself for the first time. He was thrilled to share that milestone with Billy, and he stayed an hour with them, but Billy didn’t appear. It was strange for him, but maybe he had just overslept.

Steve was about to go to bed when he heard the Camaro parking in the back; he looked from the window and saw Billy opening the gate, walking not really straight, and he gasped when Billy passed under the street light; he could see his face bleeding, a dark circle around one eye and bruises on his neck.

“Shit,” he shivered, and took a wet towel going to the garage. 

He found Billy sitting against the wall with two cats in his lap, hiding his face and sobbing.

Billy jumped when he heard the door opening, and he lowered his head trying to wipe the tears; Steve sighed seeing the cuts in his face and the dried blood and the bruises, but the worst thing was he looked defeated and desperate.

“Billy…” he whispered, kneeling at his side, gently passing the towel on the cuts. Billy whined and moved his head. “What’s happened?” Steve found himself hoping he just had a random fistfight out there, rather than thinking about the reality. Billy’s face started swelling up and the beat appeared more savage than at the beginning.

“Billy,” whispered Steve again. “Shit…” he glimpsed the bruises under his shirt, the marks on his chest, like the mark of a boot in his ribs. “Who did…” he said, but Billy cried again and he shot up. 

He felt stupid, stupid and inattentive, because he realized it wasn’t the first time he saw bruised like those on Billy’s face and body, but he never paid really attention, thinking he deserved it in some fight or, if sometimes he thought he could be abused at home, he only checked if Max was wounded too, but never really took care of Billy.

Steve took the cats, already fed and attended, and raised a hand to Billy, helping him stand up and pushing him gently into the house. Billy kept crying quietly and Steve clenched his fists, trying to calm down his boiling blood.

“I just came home a little late,” babbled Billy after a while, and Steve instinctively hugged him, provoking another fit of tears.

“It’s ok, Billy, don’t worry… you can stay here. I’ll take care of… this”.

Billy nodded, but he released Stevs hug, curling in an armchair. Steve sat on the sofa at his side and they fell asleep after a while, without touching each other. 

The cats had definitely learnt to eat alone, but Billy kept going to check them in the evening after dinner, when he could sneak out of his house; Steve always looked at him with certain concern, worried about the scars that were slowly fading on his face.

The next Friday, he saw Billy leant to the Camaro, in the arcade parking lot, smoking nervously while waiting for Max. He was jumping from one foot to the other and grumbling, knowing that it was getting late. When Max came out of the place with the boys, Steve stopped them to talk about the plans they had for the weekend. He saw the same worry in Max, who was looking furtively at a fuming Billy waiting for her, but he kept talking with her until Billy started screaming.

“Max! Max, for Christ’s sake! Come on!”

Steve knew they had a curfew, even in summer, and the consequences of breaking it, but he walked MAx to Billy, putting on a friendly face.

“We’re just talking, Hargrove. Do you have plans for the weekend? You can join us if you want”.

Billy threw away his cig and looked at Steve with a mix of rage and panic. Max entered the car, but Steve stayed in his way a minute more.

“I fucking need to go, Harrington,” he growled, and Steve smiled, raising his hand. 

Billy screeched the wheels, while Steve kept smiling and took his car too, going in the opposite direction.

“Stupid shitty Harrington,” whined Billy, looking at the clock. They were so fucking late and Max was panicking too. She grabbed the handle while Billy speeded up insanely, going through a couple lights and cursing

Obviously he didn’t see the police car hiding behind a curve, and he cried when he saw the light and the siren.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabbed the steering wheel, and Max cried softly.

Hopper knocked on his windowpane and Billy smiled. “Problems, officer?”

“Come with me.” Billy whined loudly, following the sheriff to the police station.

They were so dead. Neal didn’t care if they were late for a flat wheel or an accident, and he would be really pissed when he’d know the police stopped him again for speeding.

“Officer, please, can you just give me the fine and let us go?”, said Billy after a while, after Hopper lectured him once again about driving dangerously. They were late, now, so late, and Max was whining and fidgeting in her chair. It was friday and she was afraid of being grounded all the weekend, Neal would be so satisfied to punish them… 

Hopper took the phone. “She’s a minor and I have to call her parents”.

Being late would be bad, but if Neal would answer a call from the police, he would beat him to a pulp. Billy looked at the clock, at that hour his father was surely at home.

He looked Hopper waiting at the phone, scared, but he hung up after a while. Susan was in her night shift and if Neal still wasn’t at home, maybe they still had a little opportunity.

“I’m an adult, officer, and she’s my sister, so please, just fine me and…”

The telephone rang. Hopper answered, then he sent the call in his office, closing the door. Billy considered if they could run away, but Hopper was looking at them through the window, concerned.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said then, pushing them in the car. He drove until the old road near the mill; Callahan was already there with the light flashing, near the ambulance. 

“Stay in the car!” ordered Hopper, and they could see a thin wisp of smoke and the firemen around a burnt car. It appeared completely destroyed and black, and the smell of gas and kerosene filled the air. 

Hopper was looking at his car, shaking his head. He opened the door. 

“You, come on. No, you stay,” he closed the door on Max’s nose. 

Billy got near and could look better at the bone of the car. Hopper prevented him from getting near the driver window and dragged him to the back.

“Do you know this car?”

Billy felt his head spin, and he grasped Hopper unintentionally. 

“It’s my father's plate…” he said, before fainting in the sheriff’s arms.

He didn’t really remember what happened after that. Hopper took them home, someone called Susan and they waited for her at home. 

She took the news surprisingly calmly, but she pointed at Billy, whispering to the agents. 

“Witness said your husband left work at 5.30, and… the kids were with me at that moment”.

Billy clenched his fists. He couldn’t realize well what’d happened, but Neal’s car had a hit in the back and he eavesdropped that the body had the head smashed before burning, so it wasn’t an accident. He was hurted that Susan could think he had something to do with that, so when she and Max went to a friend to sleep, he didn’t go with them.

“You can sleep at home now, but please, come tomorrow morning to the station,” said Hopper. “Ehi,” he grabbed his arm. “Don’t worry. You’re not suspected of anything, never mind what she said, she’s shocked”.

Billy sat on his bed, alone, in a trance, looking at the void. Then took his jacket, still smelling of gas and burnt, and left the house.

Steve heard him open the garage’s door. He found him standing on the door, looking in the void, breathing really low, pale, smelling awfully and shocked.

“Billy? What’s the matter?”

Steve tried to get near him, and Billy oddly noticed he was freshly showered, smelling of soap and shampoo.

“My… father…” he whispered, incapable of finding the words. “He… had… an accident”.

“Oh? And how is he?”

“He… he’s gone,” Billy’s voice was almost inaudible. 

“Oh. Oh, shit. Come on, come with me”.

Steve grabbed him gently and dragged him into the house.

It was hot inside, Billy felt the smell of smoke and kerosene but it was stuck in his clothes and in his nose, and saw that the chimney had been recently used, so probably Steve had used some starter… It was odd how his brain was registering stupid things trying not to think of the “big” thing.

“How do you feel?” said Steve,  handling him a glass of water.

“Free,” said Billy suddenly. 

Steve nodded. “Indeed you’re free”.

Billy looked away and saw a piece of fabric in the chimney, but he was too confused to think. 

Steve had a grin on his face. “People like him have to burn in hell”.

Billy smiled a little too. He knew he had to feel sorry for his father’s death, but he couldn’t. He was shaking. 

He was free. No more curfew. No more beating. No more insults. No more… he clenched his fists again and cried. The tears ran on his face slowly, almost quietly, without a whine. 

Steve took him in his arms and hugged him. Then he took his face in his hands and dried his tears. 

Billy, finally, nodded, and closed the distance between them, kissing him, shily at first, then deeply and then again ferally, that time crying out loud, devouring Steve’s mouth, pressing all his body against his. 

He was free. He felt free. He was free and excited and… euphoric and Steve laughed out loud, throwing away their shirts.

He grabbed Billy’s belt and dragged him up the stairs, on his bed. He opened Billy’s pants and whined while taking them away. He undressed himself too and grinned their hard cocks together. 

“No,” said Billy. “No foreplay, Steve,” he urged, with a harsh, broken voice. 

Steve had a ferocious grin on his face when he lubed Billy’s ass with two fingers, and groaned wildly when he placed his tip on Billy’s rim.

“Fuck me, please, now,” begged Billy, turning on his stomack and Steve fucked him.

Billy felt he was broken in two in pain. Steve’s dick was ripping him apart, raw and barely lubed. He felt every inch of his skin tearing, Steve’s cock rummaging in his guts, while his body tried to resist and push him away.

It was painful. It was wild. 

He was free. 

He felt everything in his body and he wanted to cry and scream, he pressed his face on the pillow to bear the pain. Steve kept thrusting at his back, fucking him, and it was… it was the first time he felt his body really his’. He had fucked multiple men in motel beds or cars and everytime he thought if his father could smell his queerness, could feel he had a man inside, and he wasn’t free. He had always been in danger, but… not that time. While he was suffering for Steve inside him, he was… completely free. His body was nobody else’s, he was so grounded and conscious of it he felt almost dizzy.

Steve reached his dick and pumped it, murmuring obscenities at his ear. Billy was crying but Steve made him hard again, hitting his prostate and his dick at the same time. 

“Cum for me, baby, let me feel how you do it…” Steve purred in his ear, and Billy couldn’t resist. He came in Steve’s hand and passed away, and regained consciousness when Steve grabbed his hips and broke him with the last pushes, coming inside him. 

He couldn't open his eyes when Steve came out of him, and he felt his cum dripping on his own legs. 

“We need… to check the cats,” he whispered.

“They’re fine,” answered Steve.

“No, we need to check…”

Steve pushed him on the bed with a hand, firmly, almost hurting him. Billy opened his eyes wide.

Steve let him go. “Ok, if you want”.

The cats were sleeping with the full belly, they ate by themselves, but Billy lightly touched them as he wanted to check they were still alive. Steve’s cum kept running on his legs when they returned to the house, making him sure it was real. The smell of fuel he kept smelling made him a little sick. It was stronger in the house, and he felt uncomfortable in his clothes. 

“Let’s go to bed again”, Steve gently took Billy’s hand when he looked at the chimney.

Billy followed him and lied again on the bed. Steve took him again, and again, with and without foreplay, wildly, ignoring his whining of pain and his tears. Billy felt he was maneuvering and manipulateing his body, moving him and taking him, marking him with his fingers, his teeth, his cum, but it wasn’t a torture like before, like with his father. 

When Steve finished, he left Billy spreaded and leaking on the bed, barely awake. He went down to the living room, he made sure the fire in the chimney had burned all his clothes, soaked in blood and kerosene, then cleaned the ashes and buried them under the roses in the garden. 

He took a last look at the car, it had a dent on the front but he managed to hit a garbage container in front of the party, earlier that afternoon in the arcade parking lot, before going to chase Neil Hargrove’s car.

He knew Hopper’s habit to hide near the road late in the afternoon to catch kids speeding, and knew that if Billy had been late he would push the gas, creating an alibi for him.

He checked the trunk just to be sure, although he left the kegs near the car after setting it on fire, and he threw the iron bar in the lake. 

He nodded, everything was fine, finally.

He returned to the bedroom, and gently passed a wet towel on Billy’s tortured body, cleaning the sweat, the drool and the cum. Billy whined, incapable of opening his eyes.

“Shh, baby, quiet, rest, baby,” he chanted a little, taking his place at Billy’s side, caressing his body under the sheets. 

“You’re free now”.

[umbralsound-xiv]

The conversation with the Commander was... Unexpected. I had not intended to run into her in the kitchen, much less speak to her, but...

It all went... Surpisingly well. As well as it could have done, in any case.

Our tea finished, i made for my room, then. Sayuri was sleeping, last i saw...

Eir Fellfrost settles a hand on the door, pushing it gently open only just enough to slip through. A small plate of cinnamon cookies lay flat on one hand, catching the door before it closed to allow it to shut soundlessly into the frame. Eir doesn't call her name as he usually would; she was sleeping when he left, after all. Steady footfalls muted by bare feet are all that's audiable, as he makes his way over the wooden floor and over to the bed.

Sayuri Aoki's ears flicker at the sound of footfalls, her head rising from its position where it had been resting against her knees, which her arms are coiled around. She peers up at Eir as he comes into view, offering a weak, weary smile his way.

Eir Fellfrost: "Good morning, love." Eir's voice is as soft as it ever is, offering a smile as he joined her on the bed, setting the plate of cookies between them. "...I had opted to make breakfast, unable to get back to sleep. I did not wish to disturb you." He'd caught her expression as he rounded the corner, brow briefly knit in some muted concern. "Are you well? I am sorry if i woke you."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Morning." She murmured. A bandaged hand was extended for the plate to very lightly nudge it, while her body shifts and she seeks to scoot closer to him. She sought to settle her head against his shoulder, exhaling a slow breath. ".. You didn't."

Eir Fellfrost: "Good." Curling an arm around her as she nestled against him, he furnishes her with a soft kiss to the side of the head, allowing the quiet to linger, and the familiar cold to settle at his side. Eir draws a small breath... And says nothing, though his somewhat perplexed expression told that he certainly had something to add.

...It was difficult, how to word it, how to... Simply say it? Suppose it was not so bad a thing. I had done as she asked, and as i had promised in turn.

Sayuri Aoki gently nuzzles her head into his shoulder, ears flickering at the breath being drawn - yet nothing following. She directs her gaze upwards to him, one brow lofting.

Eir Fellfrost catches the gaze, and after a moment of hesitation being stuck in his throat, the words eventually tumble free.

Eir Fellfrost: "---I spoke with the commander.”

Sayuri Aoki: ".. How did it go?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...Well. Surprisingly. I... Made her tea." He smiles, somewhat awkwardly, as he recalled the interaction, reaching out to take a cookie from the plate. "Shared breakfast with her, too. We spoke for a short while. It is why i was... Gone for perhaps longer than i intended."

Sayuri Aoki smiled softly, tilting her head back enough to seek his cheek out with her lips in a soft peck. ".. I'm glad it went well. Thank you, it means a lot to me."

Eir Fellfrost's cheeks colour a little at the praise, smiling fondly at the affection. "I... Do not believe she detests me so as much as she once did. Much the opposite. I..." He knits his brow, speaking between bites. "...Feel some... Unease around her, still. I do not imagine such a thing will flee with a single conversation. But i am trying, if nothing else, to get to know her better." Silver eyes glance to her, then. "...She is important to you. And your happiness is important to me."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. She never detested you, love." She murmured, sinking herself a little further against him. ".. No, I don't imagine it will.. But I am happy you're trying for me."

Eir Fellfrost: "...Perhaps." He frowns a little, nodding. "...Perhaps she never did. I was..." He sighs, head briefly buried into the side of her hair. "...Afraid of her? Do not tell her i said that. Suppose i... Still am, if only a little less. She is a fearsome woman."

...She threatened me, and to have her speak to me was akin to being addressed by an ill omen. It... Still feels such a way, now. I have no reason to believe her words are insincere, but she still makes me so... Uneasy.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. You ran away from her every chance you got. I think she may be able to put two and two together, that you were somewhat frightened of her." She lofted a brow, but nevertheless nudged her head back against his affectionately. ".. She's a good woman to have at your side."

Eir Fellfrost huffs a little. "...She all but threatened me, can you blame me for wanting to run? Through fear that i would not be good enough for you, by her lofty standards, much less those of anyone else." His lips upturn into a frowning sort of pout as he nudges his head into her own, arm cradling her that bit closer. "Not that... I think such a thing now. She told me as much. I wish for your happiness because i love you, not because i am fearful of any repercussion she might enact on me if i fall short. But she seems more at ease with our relationship, which is at least somewhat more settling."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Considering she saw what I went through when my last partner opted to simply leave, she was merely being protective of me." She murmured, then lofted a brow at him. ".. You are enough, just the way you are." She extended her arms to coil them around him, hugging herself into him rather firmly - offering a faint smile. "I love you, too."

Eir Fellfrost: "...I... I know." He sighs, giving her the same squeeze she offered, eventually joining his free arm in the motion. "...It was when i first arrived, but i did not know you so well, then. I remember our conversations in the infirmary." He kisses her again, cradling her close in his arms with a steadiness he didn't seem keen to relinquish. "...I will never leave you. You know this, yes?"

It was... So long ago, now. Perhaps not long in the grand scheme of the many cycles i have lived, but long enough that it is not so recent a memory.

...Perhaps a cycle? How fast time goes... And how slow it can sometimes feel, all for the better reasons.

Sayuri Aoki gently nudges her head against him, letting her own wrap of him tighten ever so slightly. ".. I know."

Eir Fellfrost: "...I cannot believe he would simply... Leave. You. Of all people. After all you had endured." He tilts his head to mutter against her own. "...Bastard."

Sayuri Aoki offered a small grimace, pushing her own head against his. ".. It matters not, anymore. For I have you, now." She smiles.

Eir Fellfrost: "You do. You always will." He hums, seeking to meet his lips with her own, before opening his eyes as he parted. "I... Did not know if you had plans next moon, but..." He hesitates only a little before continuing on. "...But... I did not know if you wished to go to Thavnair... Soon?" Another small wash of colour flushes to his cheeks. "...We--- We can wait, should you wish. I know we have not been returned from the East all that long, in the grand scheme of things. But as of late... It is all i think of, to go there with you..."

I... Had asked her if she had wanted to go not all so long ago. Though our home is here, seeing her show me the things from her more pleasant cycles in the East made me... Nostalgic for my own happy memories; ones i would share with her.

...New ones, that i would... Make with her.

I will ask her to marry me in Thavnair. It is all i can think of, these suns... What i will say, where i will ask... The right place and time.

...Is it too soon to ask...?

...What will she even say? Is this... Something she wants?

...I should not overthink it.

Sayuri Aoki gently pushed her lips back against his as they met, gaze shifting up to peer at him. She smiles, ears flickering. ".. Well, it seems my plans are to go to Thavnair with you next moon." She snickered, nudging her head against him lovingly.

Eir Fellfrost: "---You will?" The enthusiasm laces his tone, as though the answer to the question he'd saught to ask there had already been given. "I am excited to show you so many things! The sunsets, the purple cliffs... I do not know how much has changed, but Thavnair has only good memories for me." Another kiss; -much- more enthusiastic then, as the smile was felt against her. "And more such memories i will make there, with you."

Sayuri Aoki snickered quietly and squeezed her arms around him, her head resting against him gently. "I look forward to it." She murmured.

Eir Fellfrost: "The boat ride should not be quite so long, i think. Half as long as to the East; there are many more vessels besides, considering the trade routes. Perhaps, we can have another picnic?" He glances to her, slowly tilting his head. "...If... You were to choose? Would it be a clifftop, a beach... A jungle? There are many other places, of course...!" For once, Eir somehow seems incapable of -stopping- talking, rather than the usual quiet that took him.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. We can have more than one picnic." She snickers quietly, pushing her head against his gently.

Eir Fellfrost: "...As exciting as the last one?" Eir teases, chuckling as his head nudged against her own. "...It will be so long since i have had fresh fruit in Thavnair, besides all the other things. I wonder what kind of clothes they have, now? We will have to bring some home with us, as we did with the East... And a souvenir, besides."

Sayuri Aoki flashes a small grin, her cheeks brightening ever so slightly as she nudged back against his head. ".. Are you sure you can handle that much excitement?" She returned a tease, snickering quietly. ".. I will have to read up on the Hannish language a little better in the near future, before we leave."

Eir Fellfrost: "I can handle as much excitement as you want to give me, my dear moon." Eyes lidded for a brief moment, he steals a little kiss from her lips. "...If you wish to, of course. The locals would be surprised to hear someone from out of country speak it, though most know Eorzean just as well."

Sayuri Aoki snickers quietly, meeting his lips with her own. "..Back-up plan, in case someone starts talking it and think I can't understand." She grins.

Eir Fellfrost: "Or in case i want to say something to you in quieter moments, and you want to understand me, hm?" An amused grin tugs his lips, head tilted. "[My beautiful moon.]"

Sayuri Aoki's lips formed into the smallest of pouts. She leans herself closer and draws a deep breath. The next set of words that leave her are in neither Eorzean, Hingan nor Hannish. "<.. My love.>" She purred, gazing up at him adoringly before resettling her head on his shoulder.

Eir Fellfrost blinks a little slowly, wrought with confusion as it was more than clear that he'd had absolutely no idea what she'd said. The look and the way she said it was enough, though. "...You are saying... Something nice. But i do not know what." He wrestles the chuckle in his throat to a small pout. "Hardly fair... I seek to learn one of your languages and you speak to me in another? Rude..."

Sayuri Aoki snickers quietly, offering a much brighter smile. "[My love.]" She repeats, in Hingan, this time.

Eir Fellfrost: "Ah... I know that one..." He leans in, claiming her lips in another kiss, and replying in Thavnairian. "[...My love.]" He whispers, parting. "...I do enjoy when you speak other languages. You could say the most spectacular nonsense, or read a list of groceries, or a signpost, and they would sound like the most lovely thing..."

Sayuri Aoki smiles, meeting his lips with her own. His words make her head tilt curiously, before the next set of them prompt a brief chuckle. "..Perhaps."

Eir Fellfrost: "There is no perhaps about it!" Eir, deciding breakfast can wait until later, opts to lay back on the bed to better embrace her, curling an arm around her back to pull her close as he cuddled himself into her. "...It would be nice to hear you speak Thavnairian, too. It is a gentle, rolling language full of pleasant intricacies. It would sound like a song, if you spoke it."

Sayuri Aoki gave a small smirk as she sank onto the bed with him, letting her arms drape around him more properly. One hand is slowly pressed flat against him, making Sayuri's features twitch ever so slightly. ".. One sun."

Eir Fellfrost: "One sun, yes. And i await it when it happens, most likely in some unsuspecting moment." His eyes close, clearly in some blissful musing as she drew close. "...Does this mean i need learn the language of the Steppe, hm? So you can no longer say things i do not understand to potentially fluster me, even if i have no plans to go there myself?"

Sayuri Aoki snickers quietly, shaking her head. ".. It is not a language I get to use often."

...Suppose i have not spoken Thavnairian for some time, too. Though i am still somewhat in practise. It would not hurt for me to learn other languages, if only for the purpose of making her smile.

And, well, suppose when we do visit the East again, it will be helpful to not have to rely on her to communicate for me...

Eir Fellfrost: "I know not a single word of it, now. Well, save for <my love>, i suppose, if i think that means as it does." A hand moves up to trace through her hair, gently rubbing at her ear. "Even if not used often, suppose it does not hurt to keep it in practise. There are things i could say that you would have no hope of understanding, but even i think i have forgotten most of my mother tongue..."

Sayuri Aoki smiles, gently pushing her head into his palm. "It means my love." She lingers in a brief pause, gaze resting upon him. ".. I do not think I've ever heard your mother tongue."

Eir Fellfrost: "Then, it means as i thought it did." He opts to simply watch her, eyes gazing to her own as they settled on the bed. "The last i spoke it... I do not even remember when. But i remember bits and pieces." He clears his throat. "[I'm glad i left Golmore behind. More glad that i've met you.]"

Sayuri Aoki offers a slow blink, gaze locked upon Eir. A long silence is held as she merely stares at him, in some feeble attempt to try to piece together what he said in the language she has never heard before. Her lips pull into a thin line.

You laugh at Sayuri Aoki.

Eir Fellfrost: "---I said that i was glad to have left. More so for having met you." A smile, as he leans in, ilms from her face which he gazes at with a pleased sigh. "...I complained of wanting to leave often. Which is perhaps, why it was the first thing to say that came to mind."

Sayuri Aoki smiled softly, scooting herself closer to him. ".. I'm glad to have met you, too." She spoke softly, leaning her head in to press it against him.

Eir Fellfrost: "...It is little more than a hundred cycles since i left. Though much has happened between leaving and all the cycles that lead up until now... Never once did i think i would be here." He rolls to his back, to better look over his room - Their room. Wooden panels covered with billowing fabric in all manner of regal colours, plants potted and well tended just out of view. The endless stream of water as it paraded into the bathtub. "...But i am glad for it. Glad that they are with you."

Eir Fellfrost: "...Glad that i wake every morning with you beside me, in our cosy room in the company house, deep within the Shroud."

Sayuri Aoki shuffled up into his side as he rolled onto his back, keeping her head rested against his shoulder as she hugged herself into him, a gentle smile plastered on her lips.

Such pleasant things had me lost in my thoughts, then. The quiet calm, the feeling of her cold, her breath against me as i just... Held her, and listened to all the little things.

...We would marry, one sun.

---If she said yes. But i try not to think about the alternative.

...I achieved all i ever wanted to do quickly. All i wanted was to leave Golmore. To be free of the feigned shackles they gave me in name and duty. And i did.

And i was so much happier for doing so. I never... Wanted for anything else, really. But for those i have met and loved, i took on their dreams as my own, to see them fullfilled and happier for it.

B’nhara wanted to dance. She wanted to live in Thavnair, and learn to dance... And she did, and the smile upon her first performance as the Sunset Swallow will always be in my memories.

Lilya wanted to write. About all sorts of things, happy and sad. Stories upon stories... She could never go out much as a child, and so i read to her for endless hours to her wide, wonderous eyes in her sickbed.

...And she did. I still keep her stories close to me, for what few i have. It has been some time now, since i have had the heart to read one. But i will again, soon.

Eir Fellfrost lingers there for a while; content in the shared quiet and comfort they had found. He slowly traces his thumb over the side of her shoulder as he held her, the soft feeling of fabric and gentle cool she provided underneath. It's only after it has lingered for many long minutes that he finally decides to break the silence. "...Sayuri?" He asks; her name is a quiet little thing on his lips, but full of the adoration as the lilt in his tone posed a question.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Is there... Ever anything you wished to do with your life that... You never had chance for? A dream of youth, perhaps?"

Sayuri Aoki's attention settled upon him wholly as he uttered her name, her head slowly tilting as she listened. The littlest frown managed to grace her features, if only for a moment - it soon turning to press a little more firmly against Eir. ".. My youth did not allow for many dreams." She responds a little bitterly, keeping herself held against him. ".. There are many things I never had the chance for, but I.. do not know what they are."

Eir Fellfrost watches, as her features slowly move to a frown; the desperation of his embrace that followed surely meant he'd never intended to cause it. "...I am... Sorry." He whispers, pulling her closer. "...If you ever have such a dream. Be it to travel, or to learn, or... Anything. Please... Tell me?" His head nudges against her own as an apology. "...I never had so many of my own, save for leaving Golmore. But if i can help you achieve even one small thing you had always wanted, that would be enough for me. And if you do not know... We will simply do all such things together. The journey is as much a delight as the destination."

Sayuri Aoki gently nudges her head back against his, exhaling a soft sigh. ".. I will be sure to tell you, if such a thing arises." She gazed up at him, letting her lips curl into a weak smile. "Currently.. there's nothing I can think of."

Eir Fellfrost: "...That is not always so terrible a thing. Not knowing." His thumb gently brushes along her untorn ear, head tilted. "...You are... Happy?" He asks, though between his words is a long pause of silence, opting to leave his sentence hanging.

I...

...I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. But i know i cannot. That she will pass, long before i even begin to show any sign of age.

I cannot protect her.

I cannot undo all the terrible things she has endured.

But... If i could just make her happy, then...

Sayuri Aoki nuzzles her head into his hand as it brushes along her ear, gaze slightly lidded as she peered at him. She met his question with a small smile, head dipping into a nod. ".. I am happy."

Eir Fellfrost's gaze traces to her lips, where they slowly upturned. Some unexpected relief was felt at her answer to the question, likely felt as what little tension his shoulders held seemed to melt away. Eir doesn't say anything, only stares. Stares, as his eyes glaze over only a little, before pulling into a close, loving embrace to which he buries his face against her shoulder; the faintest of sobs - Held in joy, not sorrow, against her.

I...

...Make her happy?

But... But i am... Not...

...

I make her happy. Me.

Sayuri Aoki merely held onto him, right up to the point the sob emit. Her hears flick sharply and her brows furrow in concern. "..Eir..?" Her head tilts, gaze trying to seek his out - despite his face being buried against her.

Eir Fellfrost: "I a-am fine, love, truly." His words wavered as he fought the sound, not wishing to worry her. "M-more than fine..." He remains against her for just a little longer, the refreshing chill she carried enough to sap the warmth from his reddened face. He slowly pulls back, silvery eyes full of tears, and a soft, small smile on his face that trembled at his lips. "---It is... Difficult to explain. But i can try..."

Sayuri Aoki's ears flatten at the sight, her arms squeezing around him tightly as she could not help but to eye him with worry, despite his words.

Eir Fellfrost: "You are -happy-." The word is said with a breath as he holds her just as sightly, one hand settles to the back of her head where he delicately combs his fingertips. "...Because of me. Yes? The... The commander said. She... Told me. I... I know it is not all my doing. But to know that i have helped. To know that i am -enough-..." The final word was stressed, as though he had spoken it from the very depths of his lungs, sounded almost agonised if it wasn't for the fact he was smiling.

Eir Fellfrost: "...So long, have i never been enough. Not... Strong enough. Not -brave- enough. Not... Enough for anyone, save for a blessed few people who are no longer here... And once more... I am enough. Enough for you, in any case. And that is what matters most, to me."

I was never enough for Golmore. Too weak. Too dependent. Unable to protect that which i was tasked with.

Never enough for the Garleans. Too sensitive. Too delicate. Unable to kill when it mattered most... Though i did, in the end...

Only for B’nhara and Lilya was i enough. Out of more than a hundred cycles of life... And when they passed, i had never thought i would feel it again.

...But i...

...I am. I am for her, and that is all that should matter. Not my shortcomings, my insecurities, none of it matters if... I am enough.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I am happy. Largely because of you." She confirms, her head leans forwards to press her forehead against his. ".. You -are- enough. I love you, just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing about you even if I had the option to." Her tone was soft, one of her bandaged hands leaving its position in favour of moving up to very lightly cup his cheek, brushing her thumb across it while preventing herself from laying her palm flatly against him. ".. You -are- brave. You are so much braver than you think. Than you are willing to accept." She sought to gently nudge her forehead against his. "..You have always been enough, and you always will be."

Eir Fellfrost closes his eyes at the sensation of her fingertips, a tear tracing down his cheek which was surely interrupted by her hand. "How lucky i am, to have met you." He whispers, turning to kiss her hand. "...I... I wish i had the words to tell you. To tell you what it -means-, but i do not. I---" An inhale, and a question on his lips that sees him almost wide eyed, before he opts to stifle it in some muted panic, his lips finding her own as he plunges into a kiss to silence it, holding her close.

...I would have asked her to marry me right then had i the confidence to.

No, no. I will wait until Thavnair. On one sunset evening sky, i will ask her then.

Sayuri Aoki merely smiled weakly as she caressed his cheek. A deeper breath is drawn as she finds herself suddenly drawn into the kiss, letting the arm still around him tighten its embrace firmly.

Eir Fellfrost sinks into the affection, eyes squeezed shut and her held so firmly against him that it was a wonder they'd ever be able to seperate. The kiss is a passionnate, affectionnate affair, only slowly pulling back when the need to breathe a little deeper wins out. "Sayuri..." He whispers, a little breathless... And a little bashful. "You... Have nothing planned for this sun, perhaps...?"

Sayuri Aoki seemed quite content to remain in the kiss for as long as he wished to hold it. Once it breaks, she simply moves to rest her forehead against his, eyes shut and head nuzzling into his affectionately. ".. Mmh..? .. No. I do not."

Eir Fellfrost: "...I would like to take a walk with you. Together, through the Shroud. To no place in paticular, only that we are with eachother. The sun has yet to rise... If we are fast enough... We could see it?"

Sayuri Aoki smiles weakly at you.

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'd love to."

Eir Fellfrost slowly sits upwards, though reluctant to release her for the moment. He eyes the neglected plate of cookies with some small consideration. "...We can take breakfast with us?"

Sayuri Aoki nudges herself up to sit with him, nodding gently.

Eir Fellfrost smiles, leaning in to give her a quick kiss to the cheek to release her, standing up. "...Let me change into my clothes, hm? ---And then we will see where our feet will take us."

...And with her, i will enjoy every moment i am given.

Any God watching knows they never last long enough.

[starsmuserainbow]

Earth - Entry 01 - Duration of Stay: 7 Days

Wow, what a weird place! But also good, from what I’ve experienced so far.

So okay, first off, kissing is something important here. I found some earthlings humans that I assume were about my age in a fenced off area when I first came to the planet. I’m still not sure what it was - a prison? But they seemed happy and cheerful, so maybe the fencing was for their safety. Whatever, yeah well, I flew in and grabbed one to learn the language. Oh, the looks they gave me for that! And then I could also understand the words they said. Not exactly nice, but I’m not gonna quote, and I guess it makes sense that they react that way when a stranger comes flying in and kisses one of them, which like said above has some sort of importance on this world. New world, new culture I guess.

Anyway.

They clearly didn’t want me around so I just left again, and went somewhere else to properly land. I found a nice tree in a small area of nature, it’s surpisingly comfortable to lie on it for sleeping, I think that’s gonna be my home for now. I’ve seen some people sleep on benches nearby as well, though they don’t seem too happy about that. I tried to offer some warmth to some of them before - I’ve seen them cover themselves with paper so I assume they’re cold, but that weird guy grabbed me once I said that. He wanted to… I actually don’t really know what he wanted, I blasted him off long before he could do anything. He didn’t want to let me go again, so it’s his fault for being hurt, right? But yes, the tree is nice. I grabbed some decorations too, some colorful ropes and things that make noise when wind goes through - it’s really cool, I love my place! But enough about that. Hmm, what else? Ah, I’ve heard the people here talk about heroes. It seems like the planet has an amount of ones that can fly or are stronger or something (yes, I wondered what the big deal was, but it turns out that humans can basically do nothing! They’re much weaker than we are, can’t fly or have any energy, I think they learn languages in some other, longer and harder, way too, and they always cover their bodies so much, it must be for temperature differences), and some of those help the normal humans? It sounds cool, though I wonder what they do it for. The fame? Do they get paid? It seems that that’s of a high importance everywhere here. I so far just took things when no one watched or they couldn’t follow me, but I think normally one has to pay for everything. I think I’ve recognized one of the heroes, if I’m right then one of the royal family is here. Which… doesn’t make me like Earth more; to be honest, I’d prefer a place without other tamaraneans around, but that’s okay. Earth seems pretty awesome otherwise, and I mean I don’t think I have to meet her, so the advantages are bigger.

The advantages! The colors are amazing. Clothing exists in all colors, sometimes even with all colors at once; so many different things they wear and do, some wrap cloth around their neck or face and some wear large hats just because they feel like it; and they use glitter and shiny stuff and things that glow in the dark without the use of energy, just in everyday clothing! – And they color their hair!  Wow, I fell in love with all that right away. Problem is, coloring the hair isn’t a thing that I can just take and leave, so I gotta get some money first to try it out. But oh, I’m so gonna do it! I just have to figure out how to get money first. I took some clothes right away though. And they have shoes with wheels on them, it’s so much fun to move that way! I took some of these with me right away too, of course, and I don’t think I’m ever gonna switch to normal shoes again. The weight isn’t really much a difference for a tamaranean like me to carry, and this way it’s much more entertaining if I have to land for reasons! Phones seem important, and 'the internet' too, though I haven’t really figured out what exactly these things do or how they work yet. But everyone here carries such a tiny thing with them and talk into it or tap on it, it looks like it must be great to have it, and probably entertaining too. I hear a lot of music coming from places, but strangely enough, rarely the humans actually do it or react to it. It seems to just be in the background, which? Is kind of a waste since it sounds really good, but it’s not my place to judge that. I’m definitely going to get more into music, I want to find out if there’s a reason for no one singing or dancing to them and just walking by; and I need to learn the music so I can enjoy it more!

It’s rather difficult to get together enough food by just taking it and running. I’m starting to actually feel hungry, which of course isn’t good. I’ll have to do something bigger soon, or maybe I’ll find out about money in time. We’ll see.

If I ever find you, remind me to show you to Earth. I haven’t seen or learned all yet, but so far no one has tried to capture or beat me or give other forms of Troq-treatment, and the colors and the other things I mentioned are awesome, so I’m pretty sure this is a good planet to stay for a bit.

[devilsurvivor-2-recordbreaker]

So... Devil May Cry 2 isn’t as bad as people say it is

A shocker I know. I’d argue its quick fun actually. Even despite the development hell it went through I think it came out alright even if it was a little under cooked, but that’s the beauty of a rare steak I suppose-to gush upon a fine texture some may not be acquainted with but other will have a appreciation for none the less.

Really I think the all out theif of the spot light is the DMC 2 exclusive and playable character, Lucia. I really had a much better time playing her route after having played Dante’s. Her story gave alot more context to the story as well that I think went unintentionally untouched because both Dante’s and Lucia’s routes are played on separate discs so then become entirely separate games. But the way that the story is told and ebb and flows works really only if you play them in their intended order of Dante then Lucia.

I did infact have a blast playing as Dante, I think the fact that you can mow down enemies using your gun attack with your Devil Trigger is as hilarious as it is overpowered. The faults and jank of the game weaponized to make a an even more fun experience. Lucia was surpisingly alot more competent in combat than Dante using her blades. I think that if the game was played using her melee attacks and using dante’s arsnel of guns it would pretty epic.

Interestingly the games were alot shorter than I anticipated. Dante’s only 18 missions long compared to his debut DMC 1′s 22 missions. Lucia’s even shorter at barely a dozen. These can be cut down even more since at least a few of these go by really fast and some feel as if cut scenes which reward you for watching.

I think the reason people hammer out DMC 2 is because it could not live up to the hype which DMC 1 set up for itself. And part of that falling due to on record issues on the development team as they worked on not only a shorter time but also had to meet deadlines, etc. and with all this they came out with the best they could. A struggle of love despite the devils weighing them down. That despite the cluncky combat and the many bosses that sit in one place with you shooting them down with your little guns, or the fact that two bosses from DMC 1 were copy and pasted into DMC 2 I still see a love. No spoilers as to what but I feel like Dante’s final boss fight really shows that if given a pinch more time and a little more wiggle room what DMC 2 could have been.

I recommend it as a piece of art trying its best. I know alot of people don’t see that but I do feel that DMC is a story about trying no matter what. Fitting then even for what people call the blacksheep of the series right next to Dmc Devil May Cry but that’s another story I want to get around to some other time.

[randomestpersononearth]

Nanbaka Survey Results

Holo!! Its results time and its time for some results! This survey has been up since August 4th, and it has been a month and 1 day, so it's results time! 34 awesome people where in the survey, including myself. (Results results results)

Alrighty! Here are the google forms generated graphs:

And I am going to take the liberty to break down the data, for the people's who dont like graphs or need transcription (also because I kinda want to.)

1. Which one of these is you?

So, this is how do you identify question, which was asked to find out

How gay is the Nanbaka fandom?

And we are pretty gay. Here is the data ungraphed.

Non-Binary: 5.8%

Genderfluid: 5.8%

Pansexual: 5.8%

Bisexual: 52.95%

Gay/Lesbian: 17.6%

Asexual: 20.6%

Straight: 8.8%

Transgender: 20.6%

Cisgender: 5.9%

Biromatic: 2.9%

Time to draw conclusions:

Most people in the Nanbaka Fandom according to this survey, are bisexual. Cool beans!

The least amounts of people in the Nanbaka Fandom according to this survey, are Biromantic. Awesome floss.

2. How did you find out about Nanbaka?

Most people, (76.5%) found Nanbaka on their own, so that means it has to be circulating even now, when the fandom is half dead. So that's nice.

17.6% of people found Nanbaka because of someone else. I am so part of this margin.

1 person, found it by Google anime suggestions, Google is on our team.

And one more person found it because of "that one music video... mimimi or whatever" I dont truly know what that means, but I'm glad you are enjoying Nanbaka.

I think we already drew conclusions. So on to the next question.

3. How do you enjoy this underrated masterpiece?

The options where manga, anime, or both.

After I made this, I was kinda like, how would anyone know about the manga before the anime, and if so, why would have they not watched the anime. So that was a fluff up on my part. But it's ok, since people did just choose manga, because they like the manga better. And that's completely ok.

So

Most people, (73.5%) chose both.

14.7% of people chose Manga

And 11.8% of people chose Anime

Conclusion time:

So if you choose manga or anime, and you haven't tried the other one, (anime people haven't read the manga and vice versa) do that! Both ways are awesome, and there is a lot more lore and story line in the manga, so read the manga.

4. Age range?

Your options are 10-15, 15-20, 20-25 or Elderly, also there was a none of your business option. Also, I plan on comparing this data to the Comico data for the manga.

Most people, (64.7%) are 15-20 years old. This most probably the target age range.

17.6% of people are 10-15. Hopefully there isnt any 10 year olds watching Nanbaka. Or most importantly on tumblr or reading the manga, 610 arc most importantly. So if you are ten, please continue living out your child like innocence, and don't read the manga please.

8.8% of people are 20-25. They are real life adults and are doing adult things. Cool beans.

2 people, (Google's being mean and not giving me a percentage, and I dont wanna do math right now.) Are elderly. By elderly, I mean above 25. The two people who selected that selection, your awesome, the elderly thing was a funny ha not a funny ha ha.

And we have 1 response for none of your business.

Time to compare this data to the Comico data.

Here is the Comico data. It goes by 10 years, 20 years, 30 years, 40 years. (I assume its by 10-19, 20-29, 30-39, 40 to infinity and beyond.)

This data lines up pretty well with the survey data.

Conclusion time,

Hopefully there isn't any 10 year olds.

Most people are in there late teens early 20's

The end!

Special shout out to the people who did the survey, special shout out to the people who came up with the idea of a survey (@lothcatrun, @purplepaperboy, and Joske aka egg salad.) (I don't know your url so..) And special shout out to me for not forgeting about the survey entirely. Also the survey is closed now. Since we are done. But maybe some time in the future we can make a new one to see how the fandom has changed! It can be like a study!

Have a nice day computer people, and regualr content is still coming soon.

[monkeydluffy19920]

Random thoughts about One Piece Movie 6

Been sick since yesterday so decided to watch some older One Piece movies and since OP Movie 6 is one of my favorites, just felt like scribbling a little.

So shortly introduced: the Strawhats are lured into a “paradise” where this Baron Omatsuri gives an offer for them to join a “Ordeal of Hell” which includes different tasks/games.  Of course his crewmates are more skeptical and try to warn that it’s a trap and but Luffy is carefree and up for the challenge.

Although there is loads of One Piece-styled humor,  the movie gets darker the further it goes but what makes this movie special is that is that outside canon story this is the first movie where the chemistries and nakamaships between the Straw Hat Pirates are put into a real test.  Not only between some certain characters but basically it affected on the whole crew (outside Robin and Chopper who went to discover this island)

Baron Omatsuri’s goal was to separate the crew eventually and whereas it’s normal to see i.e Sanji and Zoro fighting or Luffy beng scolded for his randomness or Sanji being sent flying by Nami (all as a running gag partly) but what made this movie more interesting was that especially Nami’s and Usopp’s nakamaship was on close target line.

Well obviously, Baron Omatsuri sabotaged the races on purpose to poke the ant nest even more and he knew that ropes to pull (i.e by letting his “minions” annoy Nami before boat race and later giving Usopp the flying thingy and Nami those teacups from the rescue box during the race). He wanted to create that toxic atmosphere so it would be easier to split up them.

There was some discussion in Youtube whether Nami’s reaction towards Usopp (both slaps to his face) was ok.  Well, I think they both had a bit of an emotional burst which was mixed into this toxic and competitive atmosphere this island had.

Nami felt hurt because she felt that Usopp “dumped” her on purpose during the race (athough that flying thingy kinda just took him away). The argument gets more heated when Usopp in confusion replies after the slap by slipping something that went right under Nami’s skin which made her slap him again.

Although this movie is non-canon and the aftermath is not shown, what happened between Usopp and Nami can be seen as emotional slaps which are quite rare in One Piece but important for the characters’ relationships.

Surpisingly, Nami held that grudge even after the boat race. She kept ignoring poor Usopp a big time although the sniper was clearly regretful about his actions. It honestly felt so bad when Nami went to cheer Sanji when they had this cooking competition and Usopp wanted to join the cheering but Nami kept still the distance (whereas usually they have their own cheer squad or other shenanigans).   

Frankly spoken it’s understandable why Usopp got eventually frustrated and confused with her behavior. It’s not said in the movie whether Usopp got the chance to apologize or did she keep on not talking to him the whole time (until the ending). But on the other hand it must’ve felt awkward to encounter after you have slapped your close buddy and still being a bit mad.

After they find out Chopper, Robin and Usopp are missing things get even more serious and cracks between the nakamas can be seen at least now. They  start to blame each other and it’s no more just small bickering.

Which is maybe most interesting in their heated arguments was that Sanji yelled at everyone. Usually he doesn’t yell at the ladies angrily especially Robin or Nami but now it’s shown that even the navigator gets her share if Sanji’s frustration too.

It almost looks like Sanji’s question makes Nami a bit uncomfy (maybe she was surprised to see Sanji so upset or maybe it was  the “wake up call” she needed to realize that she indeed was mean to ignore Usopp on purpose and if she hadn’t done that, the sniper could be still there and maybe this encouraged her to apologize from Usopp after the story if they didn’t lose their memories.

The tension between is so bad that now the rest of them split up too before the next Ordeal of Hell-game. Nami tried to ask for Luffy’s advice on what to do on the shooting but the captain went silent because of all this madness so she tried to run away like the others because the chase began.

Like said, what amazes me in this movie is how dark it gets. First we have this huge creepy flower root that eats Luffy’s crew and then it shifts to that little flower on Omatsuri’s shoulder.

Later it’s revealed that Baron Omatsuri has quite a sad back story. He lost his crew (kinda reminded of Brook’s backstory a little) and now wants to revenge to everyone else while that weird flower thingy is the only way to keep his (ghost) allies alive. 

Like written in earlier review (in my rp blog) what still hits the most in this movie is how harshly it digs into Luffy’s deepest fears (which we later learn in canon) of being left alone.

He is used to it that when they fight, he always has his nakamas backs but now the first side of the battle was just him and Omatsuri and when they hit on his weak spot (seeing his nakama disappearing and being unable to help) he felt despair and weakness.

But thankfully he had befriend with the locals in the island who helped to beat zombie plant and Omatsuri and the crew reunites happily. Luffy’s relieved expression says it all :>

Besides this movies proves how much a cheery and happy OP movie poster/cover picture can mislead. Still after so many years it’s impressive how this movie surprises with its darkness and depth.

Back then it really stood up from the other OP movies not only with the animation (which splits opinions, some like some not) but also because how the tension of this story was not built by just usual fists and kicks but with twisting the emotions into a huge drama.

Definitely worth trying! *thumbs up*

[bomberqueen17]

heatwave

so friday i went over to unicornduke/M-L’s house to help move furniture. the living room floor was done so the furniture tetris’d into the dining room could finally be moved out into the living room and then real actual living in the house could commence. it wasn’t a ton of hard work; to be fair unicornduke was pretty fatigued from the extremely hard physical labor of replacing the living room subfloor and floor and so was moving much slower than she normally does, and with no stairs to contend with, it was actually fairly easy to move the furniture. so we got the couch and TV set up, set up the new murphy bed for her brother’s impending visit (that had sort of... lit the final fire to get the floor done, to have somewhere to put him), and then moved in like... a china cabinet and the grandfather clock and the various coffee tables and some of the bookshelves and-- anyway, the room sort of took shape, and it was really pleasant and exciting and lovely and all. and then we went for tacos, which was fantastic, and then i came to help arrange flowers in the afternoon and that also went really fast. and then my mother took me out to dinner! so that was great.

and then i had been talking to M-L who still has a ton of unpacking to do upstairs, and seemed just... sort of overwhelmed... and i said, why don’t i come over tomorrow and help you with that?

I will admit an ulterior motive: it was 95 on saturday, and her house is air conditioned, and the farm has no ac.

so i did some cooking at the farm in the morning-- made a potato salad, mostly, for the evening’s pot luck, then came over to ML’s house, and wound up doing some more furniture moving in the living room, did like.... fifteen minutes of work upstairs, and then rearranged some of the kitchen cabinets, and sat in the really pleasant cool air from the a/c unit, which works better when not packed in among a Lot of Stuff. It was honestly really nice.

I only spent like five hours in the evening out in the heat of the day, and holy shit. it was hot today. it was a lot. there was not a way to be comfortable.

i got out to the cabin at like 9:15 pm, and I picked up a jar of water I’d had sitting on the table, which was now room temp-- 95 degrees-- and went out on the porch and stripped down and just gave myself a whole like 20-oz shower, which was surpisingly effective. I’m quite comfortable now, lying in bed with a fan blowing straight onto me.

It’s going to be hotter tomorrow-- well, today, once I post this in the house wifi.  I should’ve found some other task to take me back to M-L’s, LOL.

[scalpelsdeath]

the main six with an s/o who passes out a lot

trigger warning: fainting? is that a valid warning? its there anyway

asra:

💫 literally looks at you and just goes: "again?"

💫 they hold you against their chest, reading a book as your head falls against their shoulder.

💫 asra is so sweet 🥺 they just hold you and stroke your back and mumble how much they love you.

💫 when you come too, they've fallen asleep with you, using your head as a pillow.

💫 you're gonna be stuck in their arms for a while sorry i dont make the rules.

julian:

🩺 it might be bad that this boy is literally the best at helping you in this situation.

🩺 he assesses you for injuries and makes sure you're safe before scooping you up to put you on his bed.

🩺 he keeps your feet elevated, unbuttons anything constricting your body, i.e a tight collar on a shirt or perhaps a corset if thats your style, and makes sure your breathing is a normal, safe and steady pace. he even keeps water on the nightstand for when you wake up.

🩺 he'll sit with you, checking your heartbeat every few minutes until you wake up.

🩺 keeps checking his pocket watch to record how long your passed out, and gently rubs your arm.

🩺 as soon as you come to, he's there smiling at you, asking you how you feel and if there's any pain.

🩺 please love him he's trying his best skdnfji

nadia:

👑 she is so sweet, your head is in her lap and she will be stroking your cheek.

👑 she's had her own fair share of faints, and knows the warning signs that you're going to.

👑 nadi will stand/sit near by and catch you if you aren't lying down already.

👑 literally drops everything, anywhere, to help you. has even stopped/postponed meetings just to assist you.

👑 sometimes portia will also help, bringing water and something nutritious from the kitchen for when you wake up.

👑 will sometimes even lay with you depending on the situation, her fingers gently caressing your hand and her forehead pressed against yours if the way you're lay will allow it if not she'll rest her head on your shoulder.

👑 nadi always tells you what happened when you wake up and tells julian when she sees him next.

muriel

⛓ PANIC

⛓ holds you against his chest, this poor bby is always so scared you won't wake up.

⛓ the first time you faint, he literally sobs, apologising to you about how he couldn't protect you. he's so convinced you're dead or something

⛓ ianna will whine, whimper and cry too, her wet nose nudging your hand or cheek, as well as pressing into muriel for comfort.

⛓ you were so confused when you woke up lmao

⛓ "muriel why are you crying?" "i thought i lost you... i was scared." 🥺

⛓ after that first experience, he went straight to asra to learn how to help in those situations.

⛓ he now knows what to do and to keep an extra close eye on you, he even trains ianna to help if he's busy!

⛓ she will sit with you, either under your legs or under an arm, and shes such a good girl bc she'll also drag you away from danger/fight for you.

⛓ she's like a service dog wolf she's such a good girl 🥺

⛓ if muriel's not busy but doesn't know, she drags him to you so he can help.

⛓ he's such an anxious bean and will cradle you until you wake up, checking your heartbeat how asra taught him to.

⛓ please hug him 🥺

portia:

🧺 surpisingly she doesn't freak out initially like how most people might, she just smiles and holds your hand until you come to.

🧺 however if you've been unconscious for a really long time she will start to panic slightly.

🧺 luckily! ilya has taught her some tricks for these situations so portia doesn't let her emotions get the better of her.

🧺 will elevate your legs with something and massage your shoulders gently.

🧺 if you're in a dangerous place she will scoop you out of there bc bby girl is stronk

🧺 loves you so much that she will postpone chores to go out and gets you some of mazelinka's soup to help you feel better.

🧺 she's just so soft for you 🥺

lucio:

🗡 unlike portia, this boy WILL panic.

🗡 calls screams for jules to come help you bc he's clueless

🗡 julian literally has to tell him the basics whilst lucio panics and asks a ton of stupid questions ("WHAT IF THEY'RE IN A COMA???" "they just fainted, lucio, calm down.")

🗡 if you ever faint in bed, lucio will just think you're sleeping and give you a soft smooch on the cheek 🥺

🗡 however, if you're on the floor somewhere, he will look at you, do a double take, and THEN swoop into protective goat boy mode and coddle you.

🗡 lets you use his cape as a pillow as he sits and tells you awesome stories about himself even if he can't hear you gush over him/you cant hear him

🗡 once you fainted in front of morga, and she went full on protective mama wolf with you and wouldn't let lucio near you.

🗡 he threw a bit of a hissy fit about not being able to be there for you, but got over it when you woke up. he'll be really clingy tho 🥺

[princeluckybug13]

Since Duke seems to be a fresh topic atm I wanna talk about him and the mid sodor cause its fun. It’s for sure gonna be a mashup of books and tv, and some of it is stretching since theres a ton of holes (mostly a ton of engines only hinted at or mentioned outside of stuff). Also keep in mind I do not like Duke so uh.. some bias there lol

First thing I wanna touch on is just how many engines the Mid Sodor Railway went through (keep in mind this is mainly coming from the wiki). Not Including Duke, SIr Handel, and Peter Sam, there were 12 other engines on the railway at some point. Which for 73 years isnt bad... except this a rather small railway. That’s 15 engines that we know of that was in the hands of the Mid Sodor.

And I’m gonna talk about ‘em all. Sorta... a lot of it’s kinda washy.

First I’m gonna briefly touch on the ones that dont really fit or are just so vague they exist but theres hardly any record of: Jennings, Alfred, Atlas, and John. Theyre all based on models Awdry had and were mentioned indirectly the books (very indirectly). Jennings has the most given theyre literally the same model as Dolgoch (smudger wasnt the first to be the same model as rheneas/dolgoch). Other than that, nothing is really known about any of them. No history. No dates. Just existence. Though obviously they were either sold, scrapped, or worse some other fate the railway decided for them.

The next pair I’m gonna talk about are Gerry and the Mine Engine. Gerry was built in 1919 so just before Peter Sam came along. The Mine Engine is the only without an official name outside of their title, they were built sometime in 1899. Though it isnt said when they arrived on Sodor. Neither of these engines have any records of what happened after the railway closed, though it is assumed they were either sold or scrapped. 

Albert, Jim, and Terry are three engines that are least known when they were sold (1936) when the railway was really stuggling but... with how theyre officially numbered (5, 6, and 7) it’s insinuated that theyre most likely bought after 1923. Around the time when the railway knew it was struggling. Honestly, I think they might’ve been bought in desperation or ignorance.

Now we’re gonna get into the more well known bunch, starting with Sir Handel, Peter Sam, and Stanley. First off, Stanley was built in 1917 and made into a pumping engine 1928. So both Peter Sam and Sir Handel would have known him. Which would most likely mean that Smudger would Duke’s go to story (more on that later). This also means there was probably another “number 2″ before Stanley given Sir Handel was number 3 (this could also insinuate there were multiple number 3′s as well). I’ll get more into their stories in a little while, I’m just setting the messy cast of engines.

The last bunch, Duke, Smudger, and Bertram, are an interesting bunch (kinda). Bertram has so little on him there’s not too much to say other than the railway most likely sold him to the mine given he was left there instead of sold or scrapped elsewhere. It is also noted that he seems to have the same build year as Duke though it’s most likely based on him being the same model as Duke. Smudger surpisingly doesn’t have a build year (or at least not officially that i could find). This makes his history very vague other than what’s told by Duke. 

Now Duke. Duke is the one to outlast them all (besides sir handel and peter sam technically). But why? Why this engine? Is he really such a saint that he wasn’t condemned? What makes all those other engines different? There’s no way in 73 years didn’t make any of the same mistakes the younger engines did. I mean, in one of the books he was struggling (from some leaking pipes) and he was praised as a hero. And Smudger and Stanley? Neither of who’s issues of staying on the rails were their fault, are literally condemned to rot and left behind.

Now, the railway’s favoritism towards Duke isn’t his fault. However, his reaction to it is.

Let me explain. So in Stanley’s story the entire reason he kept coming off the rails is because his class (a Baldwin 10-12-D) have a different gauge, and when he came to sodor he wasn’t gauged properly. Meaning Stanley literally could not help it. Smudger seems to be a similar case though it could be more along the lines of being cheaply and not well built. In either case they literally couldn’t help it. This is something the railway knew. 

Now, Duke is not ignorant of what’s going around him. He knows what happened more than anyone (with smudger especially). Yet he’s using Smudger’s story to scare the kiddies straight. Which is obviously ineffective when the engines can be sold or scrapped at the drop of the hat. Far more than on their sister railway.

On another note, I find really odd how long it took for Duke to be found. Especially how long it took for Peter Sam and Sir Handel to talk about him. Now I completely understand waiting to see if they’d move again, but the entire reason Duke came up in the books is because of Skarloey’s 100th birthday. There’s never even been a mention of him until now. Another point is long it took after that to find him. Duke, who’s supposedly had such a wonderful reputation that all the surrounding towns probably knew him (not to mention his personal crew) and not a single person knew at all where Duke might be. They have to guess where he might be. 

Duke was basically forgotten in 17 years. So instead of finding him in a few months or a few years, it took 15. That’s really odd for a supposedly loved and adored engine. 

Now am I being too harsh? Maybe. But I feel as an elder and a parental type figure you kind of need to be. Because even if he does care for Sir Handel and Peter Sam dearly, it does not make him a good person. There are several other older engines who have willingly shown guilt and laugh at how silly they were when they were younger, and several who still make mistakes and correct themselves. But Duke hasn’t gotten that. Not majorly and not enough.

Product of the times or not, Duke has many flaws and many issues that I find deplorable and personally aggravating. 

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!Yamato/tenzou x reader

Okay soooo I've been into yanderes recently and lemme tell ya... THERE IS ALMOST NO YAMATO CONTENT LIKE CMOOOOOOOOON 😩

So, for all my Yamato lovers here's some spicy content for you ;) enjoy

Before you proceed any further, I'd like to state that these scenarios are PURELY FICTIONAL and I don't condone this behavior in real life. If you or someone you know is being stalked by another person please get somewhere safe and call the police.

// obsessive tendancies, mention of kidnapping

Alright lets get into it but first some backstory >:)

You were placed on team 7 once as a filler for Sakura since she was away on a mission. Throughout the week, Yamato has become more and more... Obsessive over you. You thought he was just being protective as your leader since you're the only medical nin, but this behavior continued long after Sakura came back to take her place again.

[SFW]

Yamato saw you for the first time and immediately butterflies began forming in his stomach. Him being as professional as he is, he chose to ignore it. But these feelings grew and grew as time passed.

Yamato would often steal secret glances at you and find himself creepily staring at you with that gaze he has (woah Yamato calm down)

Yamato HATES seeing you talk to other guys. He sees them as threats to your (non-existent) relationship with him

To add onto my last bullet point, Yamato quietly huffs and turns away from you and the other guy when he sees you two talking, he attempts to make it not seem at all obvious he's upset. But from the way his grip on his clothes tighten when he folds his arms, he can't stand it.

Even worse if the guys flirts with you or makes you laugh, he loves hearing you laugh but only when it's because of him.

If this guy is a random shinobi or citizen, he'll stalk them and dispose of them as quickly as possible. However if it's someone like Naruto, he'll try to ignore it or get in between you two to seperate him from you.

Yamato sometimes leaves little wooden gifts for you (ex. A wooden dog/cat, some bowls, chopsticks, etc)

Yamato either leaves them with you secretly like stuffs them in your bag or finds an excuse to give them to you.

Yamato tries seperating you from everyone else so he can have you to himself on a mission, he uses the fact that you're a medic as an excuse for being with him

Sometimes he'll allow himself to get hit just so you can get close to him and heal him

He loves seeing the worried look on your face when it comes to him.

He steals some of your stuff and has an entire shrine dedicated to you

The things he steals ranges from used toothbrushes to dirty clothing

He'd stalk you after you left team 7, he found out your daily routine and where you live. He also found out who you knew

People from your life slowly started going missing... Wonder why that might be

Yamato also watches you sleep and brushes his hand against your cheek, up to you to figure out which one I'm talking about ;)

You slowly became aware of what was happening and was on guard, one night when you were walking home alone instead of with a friend you usually walk with (cause they went missing) you got hit in the back of the head and knocked out

You woke up in a basement in a wooden cell, the cell bars was made nicely for being a cell. Like it was hand carved, each of the bars had different designs

Your cell was surpisingly nice inside, a comfy bed, a table for food and water, a bookshelf surprisingly all with books that you like or have wanted to read

Yamato always checks up on you and enters your cell, he cuddles with you and plays with your hair

Oh he also sniffs your hair and you

He isn't necessarily violent other than with the hickeys, if you irritate him hell bound you up using his wood style and leave you there for an hour or two to calm down

He sometimes sleeps in your cell with you, he's a quiet sleeper and a great hugger

He makes sure you're mostly happy

He compliments you

[NSFW]

The first time you healed Yamato, he got hard when you touched him. He uses that memory to masturbate

Once you were messed up by the enemy pretty badly and your clothes started ripping, when Yamato came to your aid he could barely control himself

Yamato sometimes breaks into your home and steals your used underwear

He likes giving you various hickeys and marks as well as making you bleed. He forces you to sit on his lap while he does this

If you scream or fight back, he won't mind and treat you like you're teasing, he does get annoying after awhile though

He's surprisingly gentle with you, he makes sure he doesn't unnecessarily hurt you, only when you or him wants it

He never forces you into sex however and will wait for your consent. And eventually you might want it

If you ever cry, he'll feel bad. But if you're having sex with him and cry because of some pain, he'll lick your tears away

If you ever 'need' him but he has a mission to do, he'll make a toy for you

Honestly I'm out of ideas, any requests are welcome tho

Omg this gif is so cute wtfffff

[themotorsportblog]

F2 & F3 FEATURE RACE REPORTS - 2020 BELGIAN GRAND PRIX

Lirim Zendeli dominated his way to victory in the Formula 3 Feature Race, whilst Yuki Tsunoda got incredibly lucky, as Nikita Mazepin got a farcical penalty to cost him victory in Formula 2.

TSUNODA WINS AS MAZEPIN GETS ROBBED

Yuki Tsunoda took his second Formula 2 victory of the season at Spa-Francorchamps after Nikita Mazepin was handed a very harsh five-second time penalty having taken the chequered flag in P1.

Mazepin allegedly “forced” Tsunoda off the road at Le Combes, despite the Japanese driver going for a gap that was always going to close, behind the pair, Mick Schumacher finished on the podium again to continue his decent season.

Tsunoda started on pole and got away well and led into La Source, as Mazepin lost P2 to a fast starting Nobuharu Matsushita. Robert Shwartzman went backwards off the line, whilst Juri Vips was up to P16 having started from P21 at the end of the first lap.

In stark contrast, Guilherme Samaia stalled on the grid for Campos, he later got going but didn’t finish, whilst Jehan Daruvala struggled again, and had to pit at the end of the first lap thanks to a broken front wing.

Matsushita’s good start didn’t last long, and he lost P2 and P3 to Mazepin and Schumacher respectively on lap three, and then P4 and P5 to Louis Deletraz and Shwartzman on lap four, his race then ended when defending from his team mate Felipe Drugovich going into Blanchimont, moving over on the Brazilian and making contact, breaking Drugovich’s front wing and sending the Japanese driver spinning off into the barrier, deploying the Virtual Safety Car.

Thanks to the long lap, racing resumed again just at the end of lap six, and a lap later Guanyu Zhou started his charge up through the pack, taking P5 from Shwartzman on lap seven and P4 from Deletraz  on lap eight, however his team mate, Callum Ilott, couldn’t find the same pace, dropping behind fellow Brit Dan Ticktum, down in to P9 at Le Combes.

The same lap saw Mazepin and Schumacher pit first, looking for the undercut, but a slow stop for Schumacher cost him time. The strategy paid off for Mazepin, as he jumped Tsunoda for the net lead when he came in just a lap later.

He took the actual lead back on lap 16, when Zhou finally came in having run the alternate strategy, and he struggled when he came back out, running wide at Le Combes, then being passed by Luca Ghiotto, Pedro Piquet, Ticktum and Ilott to fall all the way down to P9.

Piquet then attacked Ghiotto and initially got through for P6, but then got repassed by the Italian, and Ticktum to fall down to P8, and continued to drop backwards and out of the points, a real shame for the Brazilian after a decent opening stint.

Lap 19 saw all of the mechanics and members of the paddock, participate in a lap of applause in memory of Anthoine Hubert, who lost his life at this track after a crash at Radillon last year, this included Juan Manuel Correa, who is still recovering from his injuries.

Zhou then repassed Ilott for P8 and Ghiotto for P7 as his fresh rubber finally started to come to life, whilst Ilott lost P9 to Roy Nissany, who was putting in a surpisingly decent drive, he also passed Ghiotto for P8 and reverse grid pole with just a couple of laps to go.

However the final laps were dominated by the leaders, and it looked like Mazepin had done enough to see off Tsunoda’s charge, with the Red Bull junior only able to attack with the help of DRS on the Kemmel Straight every lap, however the stewards felt differently, and opted to Mazepin another harsh penalty for the second weekend in a row (having also lost a P3 finish in Barcelona) and the Russian was understandably fuming on the podium after the race.

RACE RESULT:

TSUNODA, MAZEPIN, SCHUMACHER DELETRAZ, SHWARTZMAN (FL), TICKTUM, ZHOU, NISSANY, GHIOTTO, ILOTT VIPS, PIQUET, ARMSTRONG, AITKEN, SATO, MARKELOV, LUNDGAARD, ALESI, DARUVALA, DRUGOVICH

SAMAIA & MATSUSHITA – DNF

ZENDELI DOMINATES TO TAKE MAIDEN VICTORY

Trident’s Lirim Zendeli took his first ever F3 victory, dominating from pole position in the Feature Race, as he held off the challenge from Theo Pourchaire, and his team mate and compatriot David Beckmann.

Jake Hughes had another miserable day, through no fault of his own again, unable to get away from the grid on the Formation Lap, meaning he had to start from the pits.

Once the race finally got away, Zendeli led well into La Source ahead of Pourchaire and Alex Smolyar as they held their positions off the line. However, it wasn’t long until the first yellow flags, with Clement Novalak sustaining a puncture and rookie Andreas Estner limping back without a front wing and a rear right puncture. Enzo Fittipaldi also sustained a puncture on lap two to ruin his race for HWA.

Alessio Deledda then brought out the yellow flags again on lap three, managing to spin off on the exit of the Fagnes chicane and beach his car in the gravel trap to end his anonymous race to compound Campos’ woeful morning.

Lap six saw Oscar Piastri put a brilliant move in on Richard Verschoor round the outside of the Bus Stop Chicane to take P7, and lap seven saw David Beckmann move into the podium positions, passing Smolyar down the Kemmel Straight.

Liam Lawson and Piastri made contact at Le Combes on lap 10 whilst battling for P6, with the Prema coming out on top on the run down through Malmedy, but he was forced to give the position back at the Bus Stop, and got through again at the same place on lap 11.

Piastri then passed his championship rival on lap 15, with Logan Sargeant struggling home with an engine issue, which cost him the chance to challenge Smolyar for P4 and saw him drop behind his main rival and then fellow team mate Vesti too.

Sargeant held on behind Olli Caldwell to take home some points and start from P3 in the Sprint Race, but his misfortune means Piastri becomes the new Championship leader.

Dennis Hauger starred from those who finished outside of the points, recovering from a poor qualifying session to climb 13 places to finish P15, whilst rookie Michael Belov also climbed 9 positions to finish P20 on his debut.

Whilst Jake Hughes was able to take solace from posting the Fastest Lap, but he was unable to take the points having finished outside the top 10, in another race in which he was left to wonder what could have been.

RACE RESULT:

ZENDELI, POURCHAIRE, BECKMANN SMOLYAR, PIASTRI, VESTI, CALDWELL, SARGEANT, LAWSON, VERSCHOOR FERNANDEZ, DOOHAN, NANNINI, PERONI, HAUGER, WILLIAMS, SCHUMACHER, MALVESTITI, FRAGA, BELOV DUNNER, CHOVET, VISCAAL, STANEK, DAS, FITTIPALDI ESTNER + 1 LAP NOVALAK + 3 LAPS HUGHES & DELEDDA - DNF

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Animal (13)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Plenty of Words, Slow Burn

Word Count: 2.8k

Note:  I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged every chapter because my old mood board had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So new mood board.

I censored my mood board, let’s see if it gets flagged. LOL

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

Thank you guys for reading!!!  If you enjoyed this please LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT. ❤️ ❤️

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-Sianna-

  MSG Mom: You have missed the last several months of Sunday dinners. That is inexcusable young lady. I get that you’re busy, everyone is busy. We are all busy. We all make the time. Why can’t you?

  You’d been staring at the message from her for the last few hours. After the last dinner you’d missed your brothers warned you that she was on a rampage. They told you to expect her call. You dodged the calls but this you couldn’t dodge. It had been months since you made an appearance at the biweekly family dinner. In the beginning, it was due to your insane work schedule and all the time you had to put into establishing your line and brand. Now with the pregnancy, it was terror. You knew you couldn’t show up to family dinner six months pregnant, especially when the last time they saw you, you weren’t and had no prospects as your mother would say.

 If you showed up preggers your mother would have a heart attack at the scandal alone. Your brothers would go into cabin in the woods ax murderer mode, your father would probably understand but be disappointed that you’d rearranged the order of events skipping boyfriend and marriage altogether. Everyone would have something to say and you were nowhere near prepared to handle any of it.

Groaning you dropped back onto your bed and closed your eyes. Maybe if you lied here long enough this would all fade away and you’d realize it was an insane fever dream and you weren’t pregnant with a near stranger's babies, and tackling all of it alone. Five, fifteen, then thirty minutes passed with you laying there in silence without a thought in your mind besides the yoga breathing you’d been learning the last two weeks you’d began Lamaze classes.

 When you opened your eyes everything was still calm, and you nearly forgot everything, but then felt a powerful jab in your abdomen. You shot right up and touched your stomach, the tiny imprint of some body part pressed against your right palm. A smile tickled your lips until you were full-on grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

 “Yep, not a dream. Reality.” You slowly rubbed your belly. Where your hands roamed the movements followed. Soon you were feeling a symphony of kicks all over your stomach and you sat there smiling enjoying every second. It was surreal, yes, but it wasn’t nearly as alarming now as it had been several weeks ago.

 “What are we gonna do guys? We have to get our shit together. Work is great, I can handle work but everything else. How do I even begin to go home to your grandparents and tell them about you? How do I face them? Then what do I do about your daddy?”

 The thought of referring to Chadwick as their daddy made you smile and your heart flutter. It filled you with warmth and more than half of you liked calling him that. He was their father. They had half his DNA and would probably look something like him. You hadn’t thought much about anything beyond being pregnant and having a lot going on. This was the first time you began to think about the secondary things.

 “He has rights, I know that. I don’t want to take them away. I just—he’s so famous and he’ll be even more famous. His career takes him everywhere, how do I know that he can be there for us? You, I mean for you. This has nothing to do with me. Right?”

 The sound of your doorbell broke you out of your monologue. As you walked down the stairs you continued to rub your belly enjoying the kicks, pushes and slithers you felt. It was strange to feel movement inside of you but it wasn’t something that made your skin crawl, it did the opposite. When you looked at the video of the front doorbell you smiled seeing your friends.

 “My God, could you have taken any longer?”

 “Excuse me, I am pregnant and carrying more weight.”

 The three of them walked in past you and made a line straight for the kitchen where you knew the wine was.

 “Girl please, you’re barely pregnant, and the only more weight you’re carrying is that ass,” Ebony teased. You smiled and dipped down to do a baby twerk. The three of them cheered loudly as you fanned them off.

 Once the three of you were seated around your kitchen island Zee was the one to pop the top off the wine bottle.

 “It’s barely three Zee.”

 “Three in LA means it’s well past five in New York,” she responded pouring the golden liquid in their three glasses.

 “None for you baby mama,” Tessa said as she slid a can of apple Izze your way. You rolled your eyes, popped the top and took a sip.

 “I didn’t want any wine anyway.”

 “How are you doing? You’re getting bigger.” Ebony’s hand flew to your belly and rubbed your bump.

 “I’m okay. I am. I think I’m going to have to go into maternity in the next week or two.”

 “Six months, with twins I’d say there are many women who would be jealous at that fact,” Tessa added.

 “What’s going on with the father?”

 “Zee, you can say his name he’s not the damn Candyman. Jesus, Chadwick Boseman. I still can’t believe you met, and popped that pussy for Chadwick Boseman in record time and came away with two souvenirs of your time together. Girl, talk about luck,” Ebony went on.

 “Luck?”

 “Yes, there are plenty of women who would love to be in your position, hell any of the positions he had you in.”

 The three of them snickered and you shook your head but couldn’t keep the smirk off your face.

 “If they wanna be me so bad, go ahead. This is messy.”

 “Have you heard from him since he showed up here to catch you with your new boo?”

 “Another thing, who dates and has a boo while being six months pregnant?”

 You narrowed your eyes at Ebony. She quickly raised her hands in surrender.

 “First of all, I don’t have a boo. Things with Chino are—over. We had a talk after Chad showed up here and he wants to take a step back, he thinks I don’t know what I want and that I should focus on figuring it out.

 “Smart man,” Tessa murmured.

 “So, Chino is out of the picture. I can’t even blame him for not wanting anything to do with me. I’m having babies with Chadwick Boseman.”

 “He knows he can’t compete with The Bleck Pantha,” Ebony chided in her best Wakanda accent. You rolled your eyes; you’d just about had it with her. Zee and Tessa snickered together.

 “Ebony.”

 Again, she raised her hands in defeat. You knew she’d pipe up again with something else to say that was slick and smart.

 “Chad and I spoke, I told him everything and apologized for not telling him sooner.”

 “How did he take it?”

 You finished the can of Izze and went to the fridge for another and took the bowl of cut strawberries out as well.

 “He took it well. There was no yelling or screaming, or tears. It was a calm conversation—surpisingly calm considering.”

 “Anything decided? Does he want to be involved with his babies? Are the two of you going to I don’t know make a relationship?”

 “Will you be moving in with him?”

 Their questions hit you in the face one after the other like slabs of ice. They were questions you hadn’t thought about and definitely hadn’t even addressed. They were way ahead of the game.

 “Guys, chill. We didn’t decide anything. He asked me if I wanted him involved and I had no answer for him.”

 “What the hell you mean you had no answer? Si.” Ebony gaped at you ready to elaborate her outrage but the stern look on your face shut her up.

 “What did you tell him then?”

 “I said I don’t know. Guys, I really don’t know. I know he has rights and all that but not everyone who has kids should be involved with them.”

 “True, but if a man is willing, able and wanting to be there for his offspring, you have an obligation to allow him, especially a black man. Remember those statistics and stereotypes are a thing. He doesn’t want to be part of the fray,” Tessa explained. She was speaking nothing but facts, you knew it.

 “He didn’t say he wanted to be involved. He was clearly in shock. It was a lot to hear and absorb, still pregnant, over five months so, pregnant with twins. It was a lot. We left things with both of us needing to think and really figure out what we each want.”

 “What do you want Sianna?” Zee’s voice was gentle and her hands soft as she held one of yours. You took a deep breath and slowly released it. You didn’t know any more now than you did two weeks ago.

 “I got nothin.”

 “Okay, this was a productive chat.” Ebony rolled her eyes, finished her glass of wine and shook her head. “It’s okay to say you want to be with him. You know that right? It’s okay to want to experience this with him. You can be strong and independent together.”

 “Ebony is right. I know those are foreign words when using her name but in this particular situation, she is right. There is nothing wrong with figuring it out together,” Tessa breeched.

 “I have an idea. Maybe the two of you should spend some time together. It will give both of you an opportunity to get to know each other better hence seeing where the two of you are mentally. It should give you some form of an idea what would work and hopefully, that will make it easier to figure out.”

 The four of you sat there thinking about Zee’s idea. It was a good one, a really good one. The kicks began again, and you touched your belly. “You guys wanna feel?”

 All hands flew to your belly and the next ten minutes were spent oohing and aahing over the kicks. After the four of you burrowed into the couches and found a Netflix movie while discussing baby stuff. They were excited for the babies and it showed with how long they were able to talk about it without even mentioning a club or even any of their latest conquests. The more you listened to them the more excited you became.

By the time seven rolled around they’d left and you were alone again. This time you were sitting in your tub trying to get a head start on your schedule for the next day while getting distracted with baby websites. You’d just finished your second bottle of the cherry limonatta you’d just gotten into drinking. It gave you the fizz and sweetness of wine without the alcohol. Who knew knocking the wine for nine months would be such a challenge? That was when your mind ran onto Chadwick. In truth, he wasn’t far from your mind at any given moment. You had his spawn growing in you and they’d been very active today.  

 You chewed your bottom lip and opened a new browser window on your iPad and entered his name in google. Yes, you knew about him, who didn’t, but you didn’t know everything. You were curious. As the search results populated the first one caught your eye; an image of him with a brown-skinned woman. You squinted and you could have sworn you’d seen her from somewhere. You tried to think back to where it could have been but for the life of you, you couldn’t place her face. You clicked the article and skimmed its contents. Her name was Simone and they were dating, or they had until at least a couple months ago. You wondered what happened and if you’d had anything to do with it.

 You continued to go through the search results and read through the first page of articles. You’d found out his upcoming roles, recent interviews, and even learned a little more about what was going on between him and Valentina. Every time you saw a picture of them together you wanted to vomit. After thirty or so minutes you’d gotten a lot of information and you’d come to the conclusion that he seemed to be a pretty good guy. Your iPad was now stopped on a very good shot of him. He was a good-looking man.

 Suddenly your iPad went off making you shriek and jump nearly dropping it into the lukewarm water. Chadwick’s name appeared. You froze unsure exactly what to do. After the third ring, you recovered and tapped the green answer button. His face appeared in a dewy white light. Without thinking you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth admiring his handsomeness.

 “Hi.”

 “Hi,” you repeated on a whisper.

 “Is it late? Am I interrupting? Did I wake you?”

 “No, no, you’re not interrupting. I was awake, just sitting in the bath.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrow shot up as he looked below your face. You looked at your image checking to make sure you weren’t turning this into soft porn. The frame caught the cleavage of your breasts but nothing provocative. He’d seen this before. Chadwick shook his head and brought his eyes back to yours.

 “Uh—I’m sorry.”

 “It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

 Silence fell between you. The two of you just sat there looking over each other’s faces. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Are you doing okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

 “Do you need anything? Pickles, ice cream, hot wings?”

 You snorted and pinched your lips, he thought he was funny with all the pregnant woman clichés.

 “Those are a lot of clichés sir.”

 “I mean clichés had to start somewhere right?”

 You nodded and leaned back, your body coming down from the anxiety it was in.

 “I don’t crave pickles, the only accurate thing there was the ice cream and hot wings. I’ve also recently started wanted a lot of chocolate-covered strawberries. I can’t seem to get enough which spells trouble for my ass.”

 Chadwick smiled and rubbed his hand along his goatee.

 “This is the one time you can unapologetically adhere to the eating for two phrase, so why not?”

 “Well, eating for three if you want to be accurate.”

 “See, play that shit up.”

 You laughed loud, it echoed through your bathroom. Chadwick joined in and you remembered his deep boisterous laugh that was all unique to him. It was a laugh you first heard in Jamaica across the beach before he approached and danced with you. It was a great laugh. Slowly your laughs died down and again the two of you just stared at each other.

 “Do you uh—do you have a good supply of ice cream, hot wings, and chocolate-covered strawberries?”

 You were tempted to read between the lines but decided against it.

 “Finished the strawberries today, you can never have enough a supple of ice cream or hot wings.”

 He nodded and licked his lips. Your eyes dropped to them and again you remembered the feel of them and how he kissed you. You couldn’t remember their taste though. It had been that long.

 “Would it be all right if we met up?”

 “Met up?”

 “Yeah, I thought maybe we could do something, talk.”

 It sounded like he was asking you out on a date, but it also didn’t sound like he was asking you out on a date.

 “Something like what?”

 “Well, I like to stay away from most places in LA.”

 “I can imagine, the Bleck Pentha gets recognized wherever he goes.”

 Chadwick smiled again but looked away as if he were embarrassed. “Go on laugh it up. Get it out.” You smiled and watched him and spoke on pure instinct without thinking.

 “You can come here.”

 The silence returned and Chadwick just gazed at you and looked as if he were in deep thought. You were holding your breath unsure what his answer would be.

“Are you sure?”

 “Uh—I mean only if you want to. If you don’t then I completely understand. You don’t have to; I’m not trying to force you,” you rushed out in an effort to cover yourself.

 “No, no, I never said I don’t want to. I know you’re not trying to force me. I do want to,” Chadwick rushed out overlapping your voice.

 “You do?” The uncertainty in your voice was evident. You were surprised.

 “I mean—yeah.”

 You smiled small but it took no time at all for it to spread across your face.

 “Okay, sounds like a plan then. We’ll—Netflix and Chill.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrows shot up again and you realized what you’d just said.

 “Oh my god. Wait, I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

 He laughed his hearty laugh again and you gave you a “yeah right” look. 

“Oh my god, I’m serious. Jesus, I’ll see you in a bit.”

 You ended the call to Chadwick’s laughter. You put your iPad to the side and shook your head, mortified at your tongue slip. 

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