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mountainsandmayhem · 12 days
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Shhh...Just A Little Bit More
DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader
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18+ MDNI
Summary: Joel catches you somewhere you shouldn't be, twice. CW: all p no plot! age gap, spanking, dirty talk, parental guilt, brat and brat tamer, sub/dom dynamics, edging and degradation kinks if you squint AN: I found the bottom right photo on Pinterest and @mermaidgirl30 said it screamed DBF!Joel. I have never written for DBF before so please be kind. Dividers by @saradika-graphics - thank you for all your amazing graphics and dividers, I'd be lost without your page.
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“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” You’re practically yelling over the music of the club, wrenching your arm from Joel’s strong grasp. The security guard approaches and Joel shoots him a glare so dark that he holds his hands up and steps back. “What the fuck, Joel?”
“What are ya doin’ here, sweetheart” he demands, one eyebrow raised. 
“I’m working!” You stomp your foot and then get right up in his face, pointing a finger at him. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend, hanging out in a strip club one town over. “The real question is, what are YOU doin here?” 
You’re only a bottle girl, you don’t get on the stage and have no intentions of stripping. It’s good money, great money actually. At 22 you’re already well on your way to having a down payment on a condo, it’s just too bad you’re having to lie to your parents. 
“With my crew, they picked the place. I’m takin’ you home. Go get your coat.” He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at you sternly. The music is pounding in your ears, the air thick with smoke. Even in the dimly lit hallway you can see the way Joel’s eyes rake over your body, taking in the very tiny Jean shorts and bralette you’re wearing. 
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you spin and flip him the bird as you walk away. You know he’s staring so you give a little extra wiggle of your ass as you walk away. Joel Miller, staring at your ass. The fourteen year old inside you does a happy dance - that version of yourself had a tiny crush on him. Too bad he’s a stuffy, grumpy asshole now. You miss the fun, young Joel. He used to do cannonballs in the pool with you and his daughter Sarah. She was a few years older than you, but he was much more fun than your father. But now? Now he’s a certified prick. Thinking he can drag you away like some sort of barbaric caveman. He’s not your dad, even if he was, you’re an adult. 
When you finish your shift you head outside and pull up your Uber app, men often want to do shots with you so even though you never get drunk at work you also don’t drive there. 
See, Joel. I’m responsible. 
“Let’s go,” his voice is deep, still angry with you. You didn’t see him waiting by the door so you jump. 
“Jesus. You fucking scared me.” 
“Watch your language. Get in the truck.” 
You grumble under your breath that he should kiss your ass as he holds the door open for you. He stalks around to his side of the truck while furrowing his brow and shaking his head. 
“Got somethin’ to say young lady?” 
“Ya,” you say, slumping in the seat and putting your white vans on his dashboard, “kiss my ass.” 
He presses his lips in a thin line, you can see him eyeing your long toned legs from your peripheral vision before the engine roars to life and he speeds off down the gravel highway. 
When you pull up to the house he hops out of the truck and is right on your heels as you open the door. 
“I’m fine, Mister Miller.” You say with a sneer. You know he hates that, he has told everyone he’s ever been introduced to to call him Joel. 
Joel steps into your parents house and calls your dad’s name. “What the fuck! Joel! Shut up!” 
He calls for him again and your dad comes stumbling from his room, tying his robe around his sleeping attire. “Joel? What’s going on?” He flicks on the light, squinting against the brightness. “It’s 3 in the morning.” 
“Just thought I’d let you now know that the guys at work wanted to go to The Skin tonight. Caught your daughter working there.” 
“Are you fucking kidding me, Joel?!” You yell, pushing at his broad chest. Your dad stands there stunned. Eyes wide and mouth agape. He thought you were working as a nurses aide overnight at the hospital on weekends. He’s even seen you leave the house in scrubs. All a part of the web of lies you have weaved. 
“Don’t speak to Joel that way,” your dad snaps. “Go to your room young lady. We’ll talk about this later.” 
“Kiss my ass, cowboy.” You practically spit at him as you stomp to your room. As you round the corner your mom is standing in the hallway clutching her crucifix necklace. You have a sudden urge to hiss at her with the way she’s looking at you, like you’re a disappointment. A sinner, the worst kind of person in her eyes. 
The next morning was the fight of all fights with your parents. Your dad tried to ground you, your mom started shoving church pamphlets at you. They wouldn’t even fucking listen. 
“IM NOT A STRIPPER,” you yelled at them over and over again. 
Finally, when the yelling ceased, your dad said in a very quiet anger, “young lady. I FORBID you from going there again. Is that clear? I don’t care if you’re 22 or 42, if you live under my roof, you live by my rules. You’re going to go to continue going to your university classes during the week, and on weekends you will be home. Studying. Helping your mother with the chores. You will go to bed at respectable hour. If you need money, you ask us. Is that clear?” 
You blink back tears and head to your room, slamming the door behind you. You are NOT quitting that job. 
When the next weekend rolls around you say goodnight to your parents at 10pm and head to your room. You worked it out with your boss to work the midnight to 4 am shift. So you wait - ear pressed to your door until you finally hear your parents go to bed. You sneak out the same way you’ve been sneaking out for years and run down the street with your newly embroidered denim shorts in hand to meet your Uber. 
You peel yourself away from the men and the booze around 2am to get some fresh air, exiting through the back to the dimly lit alley. You take a big inhale through your nose before you see it. The truck. Joel’s truck. And Joel. Leaning against the truck box, arms crossed, one foot up on the tire. 
You flip him off and then turn back towards the back entrance to the club. He’s on you so fast, grabbing the back of your bicep in his large hand. “You little brat. You aren’t supposed to be here.” 
“Read the shorts, MISTER Miller.” You say it as much venom as you can muster. 
His eyes rake down your body and you can almost feel them burning into you. It feels so good, you never want him to stop. Your pussy throbbed when he called you a brat and you wouldn’t be surprised if your light jean shorts hadn’t been soaked through already. When his eyes reach the pocket he sees ‘Kiss My Ass, Cowboy’ stitched in baby pink lettering and his grip tightens. 
He’s fucking furious with you. Furious that you’re here. Furious that other men get to see you dressed like this. Furious that he wants you so fucking badly. But mostly, furious because he knows you want him too and he’s a weak weak man when it comes to pretty little things like you. He yanks you back against his body and you let out a pained moan. 
“Don’t make me punish you,” he says coldly in your ear and you fight to stop your knees from buckling. 
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say breathlessly. 
Joel’s lips graze against the shell of your ear, hand gripping so tightly that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “So that’s what you want? You want me to punish you? Put you in your place? Huh?” 
You grind your ass back against him, “you would dare, Joel.” 
His other hand clamps down on your hip as he steers you to his truck, walking you around so no one can see the two of you. He opens the back door and pushes you forward until your legs are against the cold steel frame of the vehicle. “You don’t get to call me that. You call me Mr Miller from now on. Understood?” 
“Go fuck yourself, Joel,” you emphasize every vowel of his name, digging deeper. Pushing him. Pushing to see how far he’ll go. You get off on being a brat, and by the way his hard cock is pressing into your ass, he does too. 
He unbottons your shorts then lifts you slightly and pushes your upper body down onto the seat, the truck is high enough that your feet are dangling, ass stuck out for him. “Look at these slutty little shorts.” He tugs on the hem, your shorts now sitting just above your knees. Your pert ass is exposed to Joel and the night air. He tuts at the sight of you, “No panties. Little fuckin’ tease.” 
You whimper at his words, slick starting to coat your thighs. “You’re the one standing back there doing nothing.” You taunt. 
The cool night air spreads goosebumps across your skin, your clit twitches in anticipation of his touch. Other men have fucked you hard to get you to shut your mouth. And finally, FINALLY, you’re going to get fucked by Joel Miller. However, you grossly underestimated the different between the boys were with before and the man behind you now. 
His hand strikes your cheek hard and you let out a loud pained yell. “What the fuck, Joel!” 
“If you’re gonna be a brat,” his hand lands on your ass again, “you’re going to get a spanking.” His voice is harsh and rough as he hits you a third time. The sound of his skin on yours echoing through the cab of his truck. He hits you again, not caring about your cries of protest. 
You’ve never been spanked before and you’re thrown by your bodies reaction to it. At first you were shocked, then humiliated and then the pain and heat travelled to the base of your spine and you found yourself starting to get turned on. Arousal pools in your belly with each strike of his palm and when your pussy throbs the humiliation starts to creep back in. Are you supposed to be enjoying this so much, is this what Joel wants?
You bend your knees up, trying to make space between your bodies. One of his strong hands wraps around your ankles, pinning them to the back of your thighs as he spanks you again. 
“Stop! I’m sorry. I’ll - “ he strikes you again, harder than the last few times and there’s no more pain, every slap is full of pleasure. You let out a deep moan, your pussy practically gushing onto the leather seats. “Oh fuuuuck.”
Now that it’s turning you on it almost eggs Joel on. “Put your hands out in front of you,” he commands. Your arms shoot out, stretching them across the seat above your head. “Such a needy little slut. You’re drippin’ all over my fucking seat, baby girl.” He strikes you again and your arms flinch. “Keep them there.” 
Your ass is starting to get pink, his splotchy handprints covering it. The world around him starts to fade, all that he can see is you and your ass - and he wants to make it hurt. Then he wants to make it good. So very good. 
His strikes keep coming, he’s like a man possessed. “Stop, Joel. Please.” 
He drops your ankles, then uses his hand to spread your thighs apart, the denim biting into your knees. “Shhh…just a little bit more. Look at this messy pussy. You don’t want me to stop.” 
He hits you again and you start to hate how much he’s right. You don’t want him to stop, you’re on the verge of coming and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re sure the second he’s near your clit you’ll explode. 
Both of your cheeks are glowing red and Joel finally stops. You’ve both lost track of how many times he’s hit you. His large palm rubs the marks. You know you should keep your mouth shut, but fuck do you love to rile him up. 
“Are you done now? I have work to get back to.” 
Joel growls behind you. You hear the sound of his belt undoing, the leather whipping out from the demin loops. “I’m sick of your goddamn mouth, baby girl.” 
Your eyes widen in fear, stomach twisting up over the thought of him striking your sore ass with his thick leather belt. Your pussy, however, flutters in excitement. Slut, you think to yourself. 
You hear his buckle clinking, he grabs you by the hair and jerks your head back. “Open you mouth,” he says with a snarl. You obey him and he slides the folded up leather between your teeth. “Bite down on this. You can speak to me again once you’ve learned your lesson.” 
You press your teeth into the rough leather, waiting for his next move. His hand comes across the back of your thigh and it’s a whole different sensation. The pain shoots straight to your core, the walls of your pussy clenching harder than your teeth do as you whine out a high pitched squeal. On instinct your hands shoot back, knees bending to protect yourself from him. He steps back from you, without his heat you’re left in the cold air. 
“Arms up and legs down,” he says in an eerily calm voice. 
You whimper again, grinding your teeth against the leather of his belt before slowly peeling your arms and legs away from your body, returning to Joel’s desired position. You’re so wet that it’s staring pool along the leather seat of Joel’s truck, your hips slipping slightly. 
“Dirty little thing. I’m tryin to punish you and you’re sopping wet.” He steps forward and lays a loud sharp slap with perfect precision right across your sore thigh. 
You yelp again, whining as your lash line fills with tears. This is not what you thought would happen when Joel threatened to punish you. And you definitely didn’t expect to fucking love it. You’re so turned on that you feel dizzy. 
Joel’s lips come to your thigh. Light kisses and his scratchy facial hair peppering along your red hot skin. “Fuck me,” you say around the leather clamped between your teeth. 
Joel laughs into your skin, kissing along the handprints he’s left on your ass. You’re squirming underneath him, pushing your ass towards his face, desperate for him to make you come. His hands grip around your shorts and your whole body relaxes at the thought of him finally fucking you. “I need you to listen to me now, ok?” 
You nod fervently and he lets out an amused laugh. You arch your back at him invitingly, but instead of removing your shorts he yanks them back up. You moan out in protest as he lifts you down from the truck. His strong fingers work to do up your shorts before he spins you. You look like a wreck; mascara smudged under your eyes, cheeks pink, eyes glazed and dopey looking. Cock drunk and he hasn’t even given it to you. He grabs the belt and you release it for him. It’s killing him not to fuck you right here and now. 
His hand cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks and locking eyes with you. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
You try to nod but he’s gripping you so tightly. “Yea? Then you need to do what I say. Ok?” 
“Mm-hmm” 
“Go in there and quit. Then come back out here and I will fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it in your throat.” 
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gracieheartspedro · 6 months
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Somewhere With You
Part 4 of How Long
pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller
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FIND Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 HERE!!
description: sleeping with your exes brother is one thing, but envisioning a whole life with him? that's a dangerous game. but you did it. now you're here, and tommy is fucking pissed.
word count: 5.3k
warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! fear of being caught by sarah?, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING, dirty talk, overstimulation, titty fucking (yw caly), light violence, tommy is literally evil.
author's note: jesus christ i'm so glad I am finally here with this. I feel like finishing this is my greatest success in life lmao. I will probably continue this series but this is the last part for a while. I appreciate everyone's love on it and I can't wait to get more stuff out to y'all!
“Are we going to have a celebration when we get home?”
Joel laughs, “Yeah, we can. What did you wanna do?”
You just listen to Sarah list off all the possible ways to celebrate winning the tournament. The movies, going to the mall for new jeans, going to the local ice cream parlor every night of the week. Joel shakes his head at that one as he turns the truck onto the highway. You have your knees up to your chest, the zip up Joel let you borrow hanging off your shoulders. You had complained about how cold you were all weekend, so Joel shut you up by tossing you his zip up. You haven’t taken it off since. 
The sun was setting over the horizon, drawing the Sunday to a close. You had to work in the morning and you were dreading concluding the weekend you spent with Joel and Sarah. 
Everything with them seems natural. It felt like family. 
You did not want to face tomorrow, especially when there was no set plans as to when you would be hanging out with them again. 
Luckily, Sarah has not mentioned much of anything about what she saw early Saturday morning, so there was no awkward tension. The only time it came up was when you all were tired from Saturday’s events and you arrived back to the hotel room.
“You two sleeping together tonight, too?” She asked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She wasn’t even trying to be rude or demeaning, she just wanted to know if she could fall asleep in one of the beds without being stirred. 
“Yeah, you can have that bed hun.” Joel answered. 
Sitting on those horribly uncomfortable bleachers and cheering Sarah on had taken a lot out of you, so you were ready to throw yourself into the plush mattress, too. 
You watched Sarah throw herself onto of the comforter, sinking into the pillows face first. It makes you giggle while you grab your pajamas to change. 
Joel nudges you while you dig through your duffle, “No funny business tonight, ma’am.” 
You shake your head, his comment making your stomach turn upside down with nerves. You smack his chest with the back of your hand, “No duh, asshole.”
Sarah puts her headphones on, drowning out Joel’s humming to an old country song. You just stare ahead, watching him speed pass car after car. His truck revs every time he does it which makes you clench your knees a bit tighter. 
“In a rush, dear?”
The nickname makes his heart race.
He taps his fingers, trying to act like that nickname doesn’t drive him insane. “Want to make sure to get you home so you can be rested up for work in the morning.”
“That’s mighty sweet of you, but take your time. I’m in no rush.”
He eases off the gas a bit, taking your advice. 
“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?” 
It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.
“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her. 
It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table. 
“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”
You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.
“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”
He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”
He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.
“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”
“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again. 
Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”
He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat. 
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Sarah was dead asleep in the backseat, so you both decided to get all the stuff from the back inside before nudging her awake. You quietly shut the door, grabbing Joel’s one bag from the driveway and slinging it over your shoulder. 
You follow close behind him as he unlocks the front door and places Sarah’s stuff on the staircase. 
The idea of having to leave made you want to scream. You didn’t feel like driving home and laying lonely in your own bed. You didn’t want to resume your boring life at work. You just wanted him. 
This weekend made you realize that you really couldn’t live without him. You’re not only comfortable around him, but he’s exciting. He cracks jokes and compliments you when you don’t expect it. Those couple of months without him were still months he was plaguing your mind, even though he wasn’t physically around you. 
You snap out of your thoughts quickly. You start watching Joel’s muscles restrict over his gray t-shirt and it’s enough to send you to your knees. You didn’t even realize how crazy he was driving you. His messy curls that were trapped under a hat most of the weekend are finally loose and curling up his neck. And the way his jeans hugged his ass while he walked away from you? You didn’t know how long to could refrain from telling him you needed him, right this second. 
“I may call out tomorrow. Too tired to sit on my computer all day and run reports,” You say while he wonders back to you from his bedroom down the hall. You’re hoping it leads to an offer.  
He nods, tossing his keys on the entry table next to you,“Yeah, I am off tomorrow. Have to get this house in order and make sure Sarah actually wakes up for school in the morning.”
No offer. Maybe you could propose it?
“Maybe I could just spend the night.”
The air is thick instantly with tension. You can hear the hitch in his throat. Once you say it, you realize how desperate you must sound. But you want to be able to lay next to him again. You want and need him. 
“If that’s what you wanna do, sweetheart. I don’t mind none. Love havin’ you here.”
He grabs your waist lazily, pulling you into his chest. The connection sends chills down your arms. 
“Are you sure? I don’t want to you to think I’m being needy.”
He doesn’t even hesitate, he just bows his head to capture your lips with his, giving you a slow sensual kiss. You move your hands up to his neck, pulling him down further into you, eager to be close to him. 
When he realizes that’s where it’s going, he pulls up for air. 
“Lemme go get the last couple bags and get Sarah inside.”
As he says that, the door flings open behind you. A sleepy Sarah blinks at both of you, shaking her head instantly when she sees her Dad’s arms wrapped around you. You push back, flinging yourself backwards and away from Joel. 
“Can you lovebirds do that somewhere else,” She groans, while rubbing her eyes, “Don’t need another sibling created right in front of m-”
“Sarah Jane!”
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You smile when Joel drops onto his mattress with a huff. 
“So…” You drift off, crawling onto Joel’s lap, “You come here often?”
He chuckles, his hands beginning to trail your waist.
“Come here quite often, actually,” He jokes, his hands resting right under your shirt and on your hips. “How about you?”
You hum, “Not really. Maybe a couple times. Would love to come around, more though.”
“That so?”
You lean down, using your fingers to pull back his brown locks and pivot his head upward. You kiss him gingerly, smiling at his small groan.
You pull away, “I’d love to come to your bed every night, Joel Miller.”
The guttural moan he makes sends a rush to your core. He grabs the nape of your neck and brings you back down to his lips. He takes control of your movements, switching positions by gently laying you back. He leans over your body, his lips carrying the weight of his emotion. You’re scrambling though, tugging at his shirt, trying to rid it off his body. He pulls away to throw it off his body, motioning you to do the same. Soon, you two are completely naked.
“I never get sick of this view,” He rasps, his eyes raking your body. 
You smirk, “Back atcha, babe.”
He positions himself on top of you, his lips lingering on your neck and collarbones. 
Joel’s kisses are always intentional. It’s like he knows every pressure point on your body. His lips are always wet and supple, dragging across your soft skin. 
When his mouth reaches the skin around your breast, you start to arch up for more contact. He grabs your stomach, pushing it softly down onto the bed. 
“Patience, baby,” He mumbles, kissing the same area on the other breast. You jerk up again, absentmindedly.
“Can’t help it,” You whine, trying not to sound so desperate. 
He clicks his tongue, “You can and you will.”
His lips wrap around your nipple and you just watch with hooded lids. His eyes are closed, so focus on teasing every inch of your body. You can feel the slick pool between your legs at the sight. 
“Joel, please.”
He releases the pink nub, “What, baby? Use those words.”
“I want you all over, Joel.”
“Yeah? Where? Here?” 
He grabs your breast roughly, making you mewl. 
You finally gesture down. Your hand slides between your legs, dragging up and down your own slit. You gather as much slick as you can, bringing it up to Joel’s surprised expression. 
“I see…” He brings your fingers up to his lips. You gape at his next actions, amazed that he’s so filthy. He takes your two fingers and licks them like a popsicle. You audible sigh as he sucks on your fingers like a man starved. 
“You goin’ to be extra good for me?” He asks when your digits escape his mouth. 
“Always am.”
Your voice is shaky when you say it. It makes Joel smirk. He loves when you sound ruined.
“Love hearing those words come out of your pretty little mouth.”
He crawls down your body, peppering kisses from your stomach down to your thighs. You watch him closely as he props your thighs over his shoulders. He does not waste time, diving straight into your divine center. You try to refrain from screaming his name, knowing Sarah may not be asleep yet. You clap your hand over your mouth while he licks your sensitive clit. He lays his tongue flat, pressing into you as he shakes his head back and forth. When he does that, you yelp into your palm. 
“Mmm, baby girl wants to be loud so bad,” He chuckles darkly, using his fingers to spread your lips, “You wanna be loud for me huh?”
“Yes, please, God,” You pant, “Need you in me, Joel.”
“Yeah? Lets stretch you out a bit,” He doesn’t even give any warning when he sinks his fingers inside your pussy. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready, baby girl. Want you to cum before I stick this cock in ya.”
You swallow, letting him take the lead like usual. You liked it this way, when he ravishes you with his abilities and you get to cum several times. You never had sex like this in your life, especially consistently. 
His fingers curl inside you, pumping in and out. You can hear how wet you are, the wetness sequelching against Joel’s fingers. Your pussy is graced with his tongue again while he fucks you with his digits. It’s like it’s pulled out of you. The orgasm sends white hot flashes to your vision. You know you’re saying something, but it’s no word in the English language. 
When you come back down from euphoria, Joel’s ontop of you again. He’s kissing your cheeks, mumbling something about how beautiful you are when you cum. 
“Joel, please,” Your hands grab onto his biceps, “Want you inside me.”
His cock drags along your navel, as he situates himself between your legs. 
“Yeah? Always so eager,” He grabs his cock with his free hand, “Wanna try something a little different?”
Your stomach drops, “Like what?”
He toys with your nipple with his pointer and thumb, “Always wanted to fuck these.”
You smirk at the thought, your stomach finally at ease.
“You want to fuck my titties, Joel?”
“If you’ll let me,” He squeezes your boob gently, “Think these things are perfect. Want my cock right between them.”
You nod, “Fuck ‘em then, baby.”
He pulls you up, practically shoving you on the ground beside his bed. He wasn’t being aggressive, just guiding you to follow his lead. You sit on your knees, watching up at him as he pumps his cock over you. You use both hands to push your tits together. He grins as he touches the head of his cock to your hard nipples. 
“So good for me,” He groans, slipping his cock between your cleavage, “Obeyin’ me and doin’ everythin’ I want. My fuckin’ dream girl.”
He starts to fuck your squeezed together tits as you stare up at him with a completely spent expression. You dribble some spit down between the break in your breast to lube up the area. Your pupils are blown and you feel the wetness of you slit soaking the skin of your legs. You can tell by the look on Joel’s face that he could cum at the sight of you. 
But he stops and instead, grabs your bicep and tosses you back on the bed. You watch him crawl up between your legs, his face untamed and filled with anticipation. 
“Need to cum in that pussy,” He pumps it a couple times before slipping in between your pussy lips, “Do you need me to put on a condom or anything? I don’t have to fuck you raw every time.”
You bite your lip, “I like feeling every part of you, Joel. I promise.”
“Mmm,” He hums, sinking his cock head inside you, “Love to hear that, baby.”
You circle your hips, practically fiening for him to sink all the way into you. He takes the hint, plunging into you with one snap. Once he’s finally sheathed in you, you groan out which only instigates him. He draws out and back in, his pace painstakingly slow. You grip onto his forearms, digging your nails into them. Maybe he will take the hint that you need it faster. 
But, no.
“Words, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”
You choke out the words, “Faster. Harder.”
He kisses your lips, shushing you as his tempo picks up. He wants to feel the vibrations of your moans. He knows if you’re too loud there may be listening ears, so kissing you will hush the sounds of pleasure. He sits up and repositions, grabbing the back of both of your legs, practically folding you in half. You smirk in delight, watching his furrowed expression focus on your body’s reactions. 
“This pussy is mine,” He huffs, watching himself plow into you, “All fuckin’ mine. Ya know that?”
“Yes,” You manage to peep out, “It’s yours, Joel.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He spreads your legs, opening you up nice and wide. His thumb finds your responsive clit, circling it with the momentum of his hips, “Cum for me, baby. Soak this fuckin’ cock.”
Your body reacts in the way he finds so satisfying. Your hips lift up as the climax takes over, your whole body shaking at the ecstasy he brings you. He doesn’t let up, chasing his own bliss. You are so overstimulated, you are just gasping for air. He starts to falter, his pace slowing as he coats your insides with his cum. 
You start to chuckle when his body practically collapses onto you. His sweaty curls stick to your perspiring cheek. You find yourself kissing his temple, practically thanking him for fucking you so good every time.
He stands up, his half-hard dick slipping out of you pain-stakingly slow. You whimper at the feeling, still a mess from your orgasm. 
“God, you are perfect,” He mumbles, his hand slipping down your bare thigh, “Could fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”
You are still awestruck by the interaction, you don’t even know you’re saying it, “Why don’t you?”
He smiles while he helps you sit up, “I will. Now let’s get you all showered and ready for bed, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
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Luckily for you, your body naturally wakes up at 5:30AM. You creep out of the bedroom, making sure not to stir Joel awake. You find the house phone and call your boss, letting her know you were “sick” and needed to use a sick day. She just mumbled a “whatever” and you hung up, heading back to the warmth of Joel’s bed. 
Joel wakes up as soon as you crawl back into bed, but he knew he had to get up and make sure Sarah got ready and off to school, anway. He cuddles you for a bit, watching you nod back off to sleep. He let you sleep in while he cleaned up the house a bit. He tries his best not to much too much noise, not wanting to rattle you awake. 
You did wake back up when you heard the vacuum. You pull yourself together, putting your hair up into a bun as you stumble out of the bedroom. Joel stands in the living room, not even aware you’re behind him. He jumps when he notices you in the threshold, turning off the vacuum. 
“Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty,” He laughs as he wraps up the vacuum cord. 
“Mornin’ handsome.”
You watch him roll the machine back into the hall closet before taking note to how nice and clean the house looked. 
“Looks good in here,” You mumble, noting how every surface looks dusted, “It’s missing one thing. You have a vase?”
He silently nods, looking at you confused.
“Go fill it with water, I’ll be back.”
You walk towards the front door, swinging it open as you begin tip toeing to Joel’s side garden. He had started it with Sarah years ago, and for the most part, it was completely overgrown. Some flowers still bloom in the Texas sun, so you pick the prettiest from the dirt. Once you have a bundle, you practically jog inside to show Joel your bouquet. 
“Hmm,” He smirks, “Didn’t think we needed flowers.”
“Well, you do.”
He shows you the vase on the coffee table, letting you take on the responsibility to make it pretty. He watches you carefully, your tired eyes trained on the task. 
You were his dream girl, truly.
Once you’re satisfied with your arrangement, you make a grand gesture. 
“Beautiful, baby,” He beams, wrapping his arms around your waist. He drops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap. 
“Who me or the flowers?” You joke.
“Both.”
You give him a lazy kiss, smirking into it. 
This part of life with Joel is so domestic and perfect. You two could create this little world and live in it forever. He appreciated your silly antics, knowing how neglected this side of you must have been with Tommy. He didn’t care about the small gestures like Joel did. 
It was so reassuring being with Joel. He praised you like you had never been before. 
As you pull away from his lips, you hear a door slam outside. Before you could even react, the front door swings open into the house. You sit on Joel’s lap, turned away from the front door, completely dumbfounded.
“What is going on here?”
His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s. 
When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before. 
Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”
But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you. 
“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”
He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal chords. 
“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”
Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he doesn’t creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you’re not one hundred percent positive. 
“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?” 
His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes. 
Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”
“Answer the fuckin’ question!”
You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he’d go insane. 
You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You didn’t want him to realize how shaky your voice was. 
Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him. You stand in the corner of the living room, your body practically wedged between a lamp and the couch. You want to become one of the dustbunnies on the floor boards, not wanting to be apart of this situation.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“
Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a milimeter. Joel doesn’t even hesitate when he says the next words. 
“Not your girl.”
You truly cannot believe the words coming out of Joel’s mouth. You knew what he was insinuating and it brought chills up your back. Tommy’s movements completely halt and he stands there in a stunned silence. Joel’s jaw is slack, his eyes trained down at Tommy. It’s a stand-off. 
Tommy crooks his head to the side, like he’s stretching it. “You want to pull that shit now, Joel? I knew you wanted my sloppy seconds the moment you told me she was at your house that night.”
Being referred as “sloppy seconds” makes your blood boil. It’s so dehumanizing. 
“Stop talking about her like that,” Joel warns, his voice a whole octave lower. 
“No,” Tommy growls, his gaze finally falling on you again, “You’re a whore. Just like your stupid sister.”
You swallow hard. It’s finally your moment to shine. The burst of adrenaline chorusing through your veins finally propels you forward, pushing Joel out of your way. 
“You’re the town whore, Tommy Miller. You fucked your way around Austin and then came home to me every night,” You are shaking. Luckily, your voice isn’t wavering, “You lie. You cheat. You are a decietiful little shit. And I’m so glad you are because if you hadn’t slept with my sister and told me, I would have never realized how terrible you were to me all these years. I wasted so much time on babying you.”
The vein in his forehead is bulging and it makes you smile a bit. 
“If I could go back in time, I would’ve saved my fucking tears and ran the other direction.”
He has the audacity to giggle, “Instead you ran right into Joel’s arms.”
You don’t hesitate, “You never gave a damn about me, he actually did. I should’ve taken the hint the moment he brought me flowers for my graduation, and you showed up with a flask.”
“You graduated college! Big fuckin’ deal! Get over yourself!”
Now you’re laughing. 
“Bite me, Tommy,” You reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling him into you. It makes Joel super nervous how close he is to you. He knows Tommy’s temper and how easily he will snap. He doesn’t know the next words about to come out of your mouth. 
“You cheated on me, you fucking loser. I told you then we were done that night, did I not? What I did after that point is not your business. I’m not yours anymore. And your brother, he treats me real good. Way better than you ever did. He can actually last, unlike you,” You smack your lips together, “He can fuck me better than you, that’s for sure.”
Joel’s eyes widen at the words. Tommy looks completely dazed, but as soon as the last line leaves your mouth, he pushes you backward, right into Joel. You squeak at the contact, your brain registering that he actually put his hands on you. Joel quickly grabs you from tripping over him, and places you behind him quickly. Tommy reaches out for you, but Joel stops him meer inches from your face. 
“Fuck you!”
Tommy tries to throw his hand at Joel’s head next but it’s quickly stopped by Joel’s forearm. Instead of Tommy continuing the fight with you two, he takes it out on the new flowers and vase you just put out on Joel’s coffee table. He uses all his force, grabbing the vase and launching it towards the wall. The glasses shatters, water splashes on the wall, and pieces of flowers litter the floor. 
The action sends Joel pushing Tommy backward and against the wall. You want to yell out for them to stop, but all that comes out his Joel’s name. 
When he pins Tommy to the wall, he finally turns to you. 
“Don’t.”
It’s the only word you can say. You’re shaking, your eyes welling with tears. Joel knows you don’t want to see him demolish Tommy with his fists, so he thinks quick. He grabs Tommy’s collar, dragging him out the front door. 
You follow far behind, not sure what Joel’s gameplan is. 
Tommy is yelling, telling Joel to unhand him. Joel just tightens his grip. 
“Coming into my house, talking to my girl like that. Fuckin’ disrespectful little shit.”
“Fuck you, Joel,” Tommy yells, his voice probably waking the neighbors. Joel launches Tommy’s body into the front yard, right near the flower bed. You watch from the doorway, wanting to keep your distance from the confrontation. 
“Remember when you had temper tantrums when Momma told you no as a boy? Nothings changed. You’re an immature little brat.”
Joel reaches down into the flower bed, grabbing the hose. Tommy is still on the ground, scrambling to get up. Joel does something so unexpected, it makes you yelp. He starts soaking Tommy with the hose. 
“Yeah, like the girl said before,” He aims towards Tommy’s face, “bite me.”
Tommy starts to spit up water, jumping up and away from the stream of water. Instead of tackling Joel like you anticipate, he just shakingly wipes his hair out of his eyes. 
“You two are sick. Fuckin’ sick. And everyone will know about this.”
It makes your heart sink to your stomach. You don’t really care if anyone knows anymore. You knew this was going to be the worst part, but its the way he makes it sound like a threat. 
“I bet they will, I just don’t give a damn.”
Joel sprays him while he stands up, making Tommy groan and yell out in annoyance. Joel just smiles, sickly. 
Tommy storms off to his truck, dripping wet from the shower Joel just gave him on his front lawn. Joel tosses the hose back into the garden, satisfied with his work. You two stand there, watching Tommy do a burn out and speed off down the road. You breathe out loud, your hands finding your face. Joel glances between his neighbour’s houses, ensuring there is no one outside watching the events unfold. He did not care if they did watch, but he knew you would probably care. 
He grabs ahold of your shoulders, guiding you back inside the house. Your eyes instantly fall on all the shattered glass and flowers as you walk inside. Joel ignores it and brings you into the kitchen. 
Your mind is racing. You knew every word you said to Tommy was right deep down. But the girl you were, she wouldn’t have instigated his rage. She would’ve sat there and took every word he said to heart and believed them. 
But the girl you are now, that girl is completely ruthless. You are petty. You are harsh. You are angry. 
You kind of scared yourself. 
“Joel-”
“No baby,” he mutters, “You better not say what I think you’re gonna say.”
“Joel, we can’t d-”
“We can. Because fuck Tommy. Fuck everyone,” He grabs your hips, letting his hands settle softly on your curves, “I want you. I want you so bad. I am not lettin’ you get away. Tommy can tell everyone in the fuckin’ world about us, and I won’t fuckin’ care. What he says doesn’t reflect you. You did nothin’ wrong. Okay?”
You swallow. You know he’s right, but you’re so scared of all this fallout. You don’t want it to scare you away from Joel, but it’s nervewracking to wait around and anticipate all of the chaos that will follow this incident. You did not want to tear apart a family. It’s the same feeling you had the morning after you first slept with Joel.
You’re scared to have him because of what it means for him. It means weird holidays and weird stares at grocery stores. It means you will be known as his brother’s ex girlfriend never just his girl. 
You don’t realize it, but you’re staring past Joel. He tilts your head towards him, making your eyes connect. 
“I love you, okay?”
His words make your heart flutter with relief. Maybe that’s what you needed. You needed him to finally say those words. Because those words were hanging in the back of your mind, simmering, waiting to be said.
“I love you, too, Joel.”
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essentiallyleaf · 5 months
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day 24. car sex. with. ningning.
1286 words.
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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, car sex, Z O O M I N, deepthroating, semi-public sex, a bit of classic existential dread.
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it is so fucking late i gotta go. speedily, leaf.
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It’s at times like these that you want to treasure the most precious resource you have. The sun just sank down the horizon of Alpha-Earth, giving the sky this vibrant, electric aura, from the golden and pastel blue West to the indigo East. Hundreds of headlights leave long trails of yellowish white and rusty red all along the highway, almost as if the lines were already there, and the cars just following their predetermined paths. Your right foot pushes down, getting closer and closer to the asphalt. They can call you old-fashioned, but you love the growl of the rear combustion engine, the sound of rubber on tarmac. Time. They say it gets slower as you approach light speed, you’re far from it, but it’s almost like the clock’s hands move slower as the speedometer needle reaches new peaks. Nothing feels as close to God as this. The car takes a life of its own, and you wish you could simply close your eyes and, feel. The thrill you get when you’re on top of a tall building, and part of you wants to take a step. Those are also just passing moments, you think as you lift and return to cruise speed.
Ningning is beside you like she, sometimes is. Her hand falls on your pants-clad dick and starts rubbing like it does almost every single one of those times; the other times you’re already naked. Not the first time this happens in the car, even at high speed, so you simply turn auto-pilot on (they forced everyone to install it even on cars built before 2035) and let your head fall back in pleasure as she reaches inside your underwear to caress your bare length. Your right hand naturally goes to her almost naked back, needing to feel her skin under your finger pads.
She doesn’t dress to impress; sometimes she doesn’t dress at all. And the navy skintight rags she’s wearing today, well, those almost qualify as the latter. You’re in your usual attire, combat boots, cargo pants, the ones that tighten at the ankle, a close-fitting long sleeve shirt and a windbreaker. She needs your help to lower your pants and underwear, then goes back to stroking your cock, spitting on it for lubrication and reaching down to fondle your scrotum from time to time, causing you to moan up towards the roof of the car.
“Mmmh- Ning?”
“Huh?”
“Mind speeding the process up a little?”
Ningning likes to take her time, you learned that long ago. To make you look at her as she pulls the little lever on the side of your seat to move it backwards, positions herself between your legs, and stamps one long wet kiss on your tip. Or to observe people strolling at the night market, mothers buying their sons balloons, couples eating tanghulu (“You can tell if they’re good kissers just by looking at that” “Want to try with me?” “There’s a more hands-on way”; that was your first shared kiss, and it was more than just hands, on one another’s bodies after that). Right now her blue-tinted eyes are on yours, as her mouth surrounds more and more of your cock and she starts to feel her eyes watering and her lungs lacking air. She resists for almost fifty seconds this time - a good one, though not in her top five - drawing more than a groan from you before she has to back out and seek for oxygen.
“Are you okay?” She nods quickly, her hands cleaning up some of the drool that has accumulated on the sides of her mouth. “I need you right now, Ning.”
Ningning smiles and snorts lightly like she has you in the palm of her hand, and at the same time she has to concede this one to you. You stare at her open-mouthed as she somehow rids herself of her clothes, revealing her supple breasts and thick outer lips to you, and only thanks to your tinted windows not to any car around yours. She straddles your lap and wraps her arms around your neck to kiss you deeply while you grab onto one of her plump thighs with one hand and align your shaft with her already wet slit with the other. Her eyes are finally closed as she focuses on the feeling of your tip swiping up and down her vulva, brushing on her clit at every passage.
She’d been looking outside for almost all the trip, scrutinizing every detail of the gray and neon skyline of Nu-Seoul. Ningning has always had her own, unique wide-angle lens on the world. She has a little plant shelf right below her window in her apartment. It’s in one of those old, gray, samey buildings they were plopping one next to the other back when a growing world population wasn’t just a myth; the place is small and the plaster falling apart. One day she was sitting in front of the window, staring at the new little blossoms on the orchid, or at the bland, shiny neons on the skyscraper behind it, you couldn't really tell.
“Do you ever feel like the world is moving too fast for you?” She asked, sounding dispirited.
“I try to stay on pace”
“I feel… impotent. Like there’s nothing I can do, to change it”
“Do you think it’s on you to change it?”
“I think it’s on me to try.” She turns her gaze towards you, you let out a little sigh.
“When it’s just the two of us,” You sit beside her and wrap your arm around her back. “We can make what we want of our time. Make it speed up, slow down… It’s just ours. No one will ever take that away from us”
What you’re making of it now is pumping your dick in and out of her pussy while gripping onto her full asscheeks while she whimpers in your mouth at the sensation of her hole being stretched. She loves that feeling like she loves the feeling of wet grass on her feet when it’s raining, though meadows are but a distant memory in a city eaten by cement and desolation. Her soft, tight walls squeezing you in a humid embrace. You were wrong; this is what makes you feel like you’re touching the Infinite, reaching Eternity. Ningning moaning in bliss on your lips, on the crook of your neck, on the headrest of the driver’s seat. Her hands not finding rest, switching between your pecs, your jaw, your hips, and her own heat, digits circling at frenzied pace on her clit. You speed your thrusts up, time slows down. It’s a race ending in a photo finish; you can see the end, it’s close for both parties, but you never seem to reach it. Take a look at her pleasured state, savor the moment. Savor her tits as well, feast on them, then slap her ass once, twice. She wasn’t expecting it, her instinctive reaction is to drag her pelvis forwards towards you, giving you a different angle to attack. Exploit that to hit every crevice, every little patch you weren’t able to before, and as she contracts around you in one long, then multiple short and rhythmic flexes of her lower abdomen, each accompanied by a scream that fills the entire cockpit, you have your own release. Spill cups and cups of milky substance into her womb, every spurt coinciding with an upwards thrust and a small bite on her shoulder, as you continuously groan in complete bliss. Then it’s silence, a second, or an eternity, it doesn’t matter anymore, before she talks again.
“Back seat for round two? I want it from behind”
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now i can’t unsee the asthma periods. you cursed me @erospandemos. gaspingly, leaf.
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seat-safety-switch · 2 months
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Today, everyone who uses the highway has agreed that we will go exactly 92 km/h. It's a little bit slick in spots because it rained and froze last night, but that short section on the bridge doesn't outweigh the vocal group that routinely sleeps in late and needs to get to work faster than 80.
This method works a lot better than the old one, where everyone just went whatever speed they wanted. Sure, there was a "speed limit," but nobody recognized the law as being valid. To limit speed is to limit essential freedom, believed a whole bunch of speeders like myself. Ten, twenty, eighty over the limit: this is the stuff that the human spirit is made of. In the end, though, we too realized that the only thing that was truly valid was the opinion of our fellow citizens.
Originally, the negotiation was a little clunky. Not everyone subscribed to the peer pressure, not until it reached a critical mass of people. Organizing eventually got the goods, though, as it always does. It's hard to speed when all four lanes are going the agreed-upon speed in perfect synchronicity, and it's really intimidating to go slower than traffic when hundreds of thousands of tons of automobiles behind you are waiting for you to find the narrow pedal and rejoin civil society.
Sure, I miss speeding. I really do, but I don't miss having to go zero to fifteen for a couple hours a week because someone had a big spin-out on the bridge, or had to make a lane change at the last minute while thinking about Matlock and missing their exit. Now, I get to work every time, reliably, in a boring fashion. They might as well have built a train, and saved themselves all this money on mandatory speed-sensing bomb collars.
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arcaneacolyte · 7 months
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@batcadillac and I were talking about which Ghouls we think know how to drive a car/drive during a road trip and this is what we came up with lol
Swiss: Can drive. He's pretty chill and smooth driver, but he doesn't ever signal, and somehow never gets hit. Takes really convoluted back ways to get places because he claims that, 'I know a way that's faster'. It has yet to be determined whether or not these 'shortcuts' are actually faster. Picks obnoxious radio stations when it's his turn that makes everyone groan, but he puts it on full blast because he thinks it's funny.
Rain: Cannot drive. He vehemently denies that it's because he's a little bit of a klutz, it's more that there are plenty of others in the pack who can, and why should he have to learn if he doesn't want to? He is a passenger princess and will not help with navigation or anything. More than likely he is asleep with his own little travel neck pillow and sleep mask.
Dew: Does not drive. He gets road rage on the driver's behalf, so the idea of him actually driving is too scary of a thought for the others to comprehend. One time he threatened to disembowel another driver for cutting them off. Actually incredibly good at navigation though, so he's usually riding shotgun. The others aren't even sure he actually knows how to drive, and whether he does or not is a moot point, because even if he can't, he's going to pretend like he can. Cumulus: Can drive but doesn't. She gets too much anxiety over it and will 100% cry about it. She almost had a full breakdown trying to merge onto a highway once, so she doesn't have to drive ever. She's is perfectly content in singing along to the radio or playing car games and is really good at heightening the groups morale when it comes to long car rides. Cirrus: Cannot drive. She never really bothered to learn since like Rain, she noticed that there are at least several others in the pack who can and actually like to drive, so what's the point? Unlike Rain though, she's not a passenger princess. She's a master at organization and timing. There's never a missed bathroom break or forgotten item on her watch. Sunshine: Can drive, but she is the most terrifying behind the wheel. Just because she can, doesn't mean she should. She is a speed demon and wants to see how fast she can go. She weaves in and out of traffic because, 'it's fine, I'm not gonna hit anyone'. She has driven Copia exactly once because he almost had a heart attack. Mountain: Can drive. One of the only Ghouls who isn't Multi that can drive a car with ease. Due to his abilities on the drums, the multi-tasking of driving a car is fairly easy in comparison. He is the safest driver and drives calmly and obeys all of the traffic laws. The only unfortunate thing is that he can get physically uncomfortable pretty fast since it's difficult to find a car that fits his height well. Aether: Can drive, but he's not a huge fan. Being a Quintessence Ghoul, with a lot of cars on the road, it can be hard to block out the Quintessence energy coming off of everything, so he has to concentrate really hard to be able to drive as safely as he wants to. Still will drive in a pinch if someone is too tired, but he's really tense and it can lead him into getting a migraine if he does it for too long. Unfortunately there can't be any music or really any conversation over quiet talking, because he might actually implode from sensory overload. Aurora: Can drive. She may be tiny and have to pull the seat all the way forward, but she's one of the best drivers in the pack. Even with her small stature, she loves driving big cars when she gets the chance. She loves being able to see everything, and the actual feeling of driving is pleasant for her. More often than not, besides Mountain, she's the pick for first driver. She will drive until Cirrus tells her that she needs to take a break, but she usually will be the one to volunteer for a second driving shift. Phantom/Aeon: Can't drive. He's the youngest in the pack, so it really isn't expected of him? He also gets too excited about all of the things they pass by, so his distractibility isn't really wanted when it comes to driving. However, he is the keeper of the snacks and drinks and he loves that job. Rations everything out perfectly, and knows what snacks go best together. He is the best at any of the car games and loves to play them with Cumulus.
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beepiesheepie · 5 months
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road rage headcanons
note i am going in with the assumption they know how to. If they have a license is up in the air (they probably dont)
Scout: My boy grew up in Boston, we have the worst fucking roads on the planet. Go ahead and google worst cities to drive in in the US Boston and Worcester will be in the top 5, trust me. Therefore Scout is a terrible driver. He tailgates, leans out the window to shout at people, middle finger all the time, slashes tires and breaks windows, etc etc. He's also just bad at driving. I think his first instinct when road rage takes over is to slam his palm on the horn and lean out his window and scream, even if he's driving, even if he's on the highway. Also he goes like 100 mph and passes people and doesnt use his turn signal.
Soldier: He also cant fucking drive, helmet covering his eyes or not. He's a generally jolly guy while driving though, just dont take him into cities. He will HATE waiting at lights. If he gets honked it, its all over for you, he will get out and grab you through the window by the neck.
Pyro: I dont think Pyro gets road rage all that often tbh, they're a calm driver. Sure the pyroland mask probably influences their choices and what they see but they're overall chill. Don't let them have access to under the car's hood though. Don't.
Demoman: He's nervous about driving, since he has one eye and he's destined sooner or later to become blind, also he's often drunk, so he usually lets other people drive. But if he's ever cut off and misses his exit on these shite american roads, or the shit maps and constant km to miles conversions gets to him, he will shout one big loud shout and then everyone in the car shuts up. if he's drunk he'll start sobbing and hating himself and then oh no the car is in a ditch
Heavy: You don't want to see Heavy mad. When Heavy is mad on the road, he will force the person who fucked with him to pull over and as they're screaming at him he will combine his fists and then slam them onto the car's hood so hard it's almost in half, then leave the guy there and get back in the car. He also shouts one big loud shout and everyone in the car shuts up.
Engineer: Man is also a quiet angry, but he plays the long game, he's more sneaky about it. He will use a device to fuck up someone's car without them knowing, offer to help them, then through his godlike engineering skills the car will do some unimaginable horror the second it starts up and he will drive away laughing. He isn't as skilled with the one big shout that heavy and demo are, so he'll be patient and wait until they're out of the car to fuck up Scout whoever was being loud and obnoxious in his car.
Medic: Does what Engie does, but to the person instead of the car. He also doesn't care if it's broad daylight in the middle of a city he'll just rearrange their skeleton right then and there then speed away. Average tuesday for him tbh. and also unlike Engie when he's done he'll be his usual cheerful happy giggly self right after as if it didnt happen. I think it'd take a lot to make him mad, cause he brushes it off by going 'im too amazing and sexy and beautiful for this shit'. He also HATES american roads, and hates having to constantly do km to mph conversions and drive on the wrong side
Sniper: He's the most chill i think, but he has definitely killed someone on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere and then left their body there. It takes a fair bit to give him road rage. When he does he just, follows. He's a patient man he'll get his revenge. I can also see him leaning out the window and giving the finger while shouting 'WANKA' though.
Spy: He does Medic's 'im too beautiful and sexy for this' but to a higher extreme. He's tooootally above road rage, toooootally. He toootally didnt leave a body on the side of the road and they still havent been found to this day, nope. His car is also expensive as hell, so no one touches him on the road for fear of having to pay damages on it.
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floral-poisons · 1 year
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driving with prefects
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in honor of constantly being reminded that leona can drive, i am writing up a brief dorm leader head canon post. i just think it would be a fun set of head canons, you know? (also it’s been a bit since i’ve posted like content).
i haven’t read any translations for the new event ft. leona and whatnot. so if my head canons don’t align with canon...take it with a grain of salt.
for the sake of these head canons, i’m mostly thinking about manual cars. because i know magic enhanced technology exists within twst. but when i think about driving, i’m thinking about like...regular cars, you know.
malleus draconia
unfamiliar is malleus with manual cars. after all, they’re so different from vehicles operated by magic alone. when he gets behind the wheel, he’s very cautious. sometimes, the things he does are reckless (your heart was beating so fast it would have exploded). but that’s because he isn’t used to driving with stick. or even having experience with manually shifting the car into different modes. he also needs to put his seat as far back as possible because of how tall he is and he needs a tall car so his horns aren’t squished. it can get very uncomfortable very quickly.
child of man, this car is very confusing. how do i activate the windshield wipers? i would not want us to get into an accident.
riddle rosehearts
getting on the road is honestly the worst for him. riddle is an anxious driver. he hates traffic, hates people honking at him, and most certainly hates getting on parkways and highways. he doesn’t mind driving in the countryside where he can drive smoothly and as fast as he desires. no one’s around after all. but with other people, he becomes a mess. he also has a bit of road rage within him. you’ve never heard someone curse as much as he did when someone cut him off. riddle also happens to follow the rules a little too well. he’s always going under or at the speed limit, always checking his blind spots, always signalling his turns even in parking lots. he is, arguably, the best parker.
oh come on! didn’t even signal while switching lanes! cut me off and everyone else too! there’s more than you in the world you know!
vil schoenheit
vil is an awful driver. not in the sense that he doesn’t follow the general rules of driving (because great seven forbid he gets into an accident and it becomes a scandal) but in the way that his braking tends to be...janky. his turns can range from being smooth to jarring. and the man lacks the ability to park. he’s horrible at parking. you learned your lesson when you got into the car with him driving (better off with rook). ironically, he’s a lot better at driving while he’s multitasking, like touching up his makeup or answering phone calls. honestly, he just needs a little practice. with every drive, he improves even in the slightest. he has no problem dedicating hours to practicing driving either. he just doesn’t have the time right now.
normally i don’t drive. my father had drivers for me. but i can. it’s just...been a while. i’m a little rusty is all.
leona kingscholar
leona, having driven for a while now, is one of the best drivers amongst the prefects (and arguably the whole school). he follows the general rules but definitely enjoys going fast. he especially likes to take scenic routes (there’s something peaceful about late night drives, you know). however, he is very possessive of the aux. you’re not allowed to play your playlists unless it’s a really long trip. besides, he prefers to listen to podcasts and audiobooks while driving. he kind of has a conversation with the audiobook or podcast. it’s cute to watch leona react in real time.
that is ridiculous! doesn’t she understand that he’s the bad guy? that he’s awful? she’s better off getting with the second lead anyways!
azul ashengrotto
putting a creature from the seat into a car is a bad idea. there’s only one person that is, arguably, worse than vil. and that is azul. now, it’s not really azul’s fault. he’s not really used to land traffic rules. but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you have almost gotten into a plethora of accidents with azul behind the wheel. he gets pretty anxious while on the road and does his turn signals, lane changes. but he’s pretty awful at guessing distance and lacks spatial awareness. naturally, this also inhibits his parking skills. his parking skills are pretty awful.
the coral sea traffic is not nearly as bad. i mean half of these rules don’t even make sense (y/n)!
kalim al-asim
kalim is a wonderful driver! his driving is really smooth and he’s a joy with to be in the car. there’s always something to talk about while he’s driving. and he’ll let you play your music, podcast, audiobook. the two of you have had so many lovely conversations while driving. there isn’t much to say. plus, kalim is pretty great at parking too. he’s always willing to go on errand runs with you and take you out on late night drives.
oh (y/n)! you need to get something from the grocery store? i was heading there anyways. hop in!
idia shroud
much to your surprise, you learned that idia is not an anxious driver. he seems like he would be. but no. he feels like he’s in a video game whenever he drives. and he absolutely loves the adrenaline rush that he gets from going fast. slamming on that gas petal is extremely satisfying to him. furthermore, traffic becomes a puzzle to him. a puzzle to solve on how to get out of traffic. everyone else becomes npcs. and you have almost thrown up from how motion sick you’ve gotten in his car.
ohohoho! traffic? guess we can play a game of how to escape! it should be relatively easy considering how all the normies drive.
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riizeandshine · 3 months
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GETAWAY DRIVER |Ch. 2: In sickness and in health
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Alternate Ending
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StreetRacer!LeeKnow x gn!Reader Genre — Angst Chapter 2 Warnings — Cursing, Undisclosed illness
Word count — 1.7k
—̳͟͞͞♡Author's Note: Lee Know and Minho are used interchangeably. All actions are fictional. This fic does not portray any of the actual members as people in real life. Everything is fictional and I do not condone any behavior. Happy reading!
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Lee Know’s foot met the floor of his car as he pushed the car’s gas pedal. His eyes fixated on the road ahead of him. 
“I’ll be done with you, that’s what!” 
“You don't mean that!”
Lee Know looked at you one last time before turning to his car. Nothing but pure defeat written all over your face. He knew that you would be upset with him for doing this and he never even came around to tell you why he does what he does.
Minho AKA Lee Know was your typical person prior to this way of life. He loved dancing, being out with his friends, going to a nice school where he could show everyone how smart he is. But some people found that love and passion as a way to bother Minho. “You’re a nerd”, “Loser!”, “You’re gonna be a nobody”... All phrases that Minho was all too familiar with. 
And with that, he snapped. He skipped school to meet those guys and got into a fight. He lost his position in school, he lost his opportunities and lost his scholarship. Lee Know only started driving to keep away from his behaviors. Yet again and again, he finds himself in similar situations each time. Sometimes the races were for enjoyment, money or just to “settle business”. He didn’t actually like doing them all the time but what gets the job done for him and his boys is success. 
“Minho, I’m not following you guys on this one. Like… what the actual fuck are you thinking right now!?” Chan yelled into the radio. Lee Know didn’t respond but simply sighed into his car. 
“Just listen to us. This isn’t gonna end well, bro” 
“Can you guys just shut up?! I got this” Lee Know scoffs as he drives off. 
Eyes still glued to the road, Lee Know was way ahead of the 5 random guys behind him. Although the highway was surprisingly empty, all of their cars swerved in and out of lanes. Lee Know took no note of this until one after the other started to catch up to him. One tailgated him, two on both sides of his car and one still approaching from the back. 
“Fuck” He muttered under his breath. Lee Know attempted to speed up but now the cars were scraping against him, forcing him to slow down. 
“I need eyes on what’s going on!” He shouted out into the radio.
“You’re sandwiched between them and the fuckhead leader is trying to overtake you soon. Exit is approaching quickly” Hyunjin responded.
Lee Know gripped his wheel tight while contrastingly gently tugging the wheel left and right against the sides of the two drivers. It worked for a bit until their leader overtook Lee Know. He continued to slam on his gas, tailgating the guy. They both lost the racers surrounding Lee Know’s car as they neared the entrance. 
“FUCK!!” Lee Know swerved suddenly when the man in front of him slammed on his brakes. Lee Know’s car spun out of control. Hyunjin sees Lee Know’s car skid across 6 lanes and hit the barrier with a loud bang. 
“GUYS! WE GOT A PROBLEM HERE!” Hyunjin screams into the radio. The radio clicks a few times as the boys all try to collectively talk over each other. 
“Police—*click*— the way— *click*” Hyunjin adjusts his rear view mirror to see who's behind him. 
The familiar blue and red lights flash illuminate into his eyes. The police have surrounded them all. Hyunijn, Felix and Lee Know who crashed. Hyunjin’s hand slams against the steering wheel. How they fuck will they get out?
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“Y/N, we apologize that your illness has come back. I know we’ve discussed you being in remission, quite honestly, it was not expected that you would be back here so soon. Please know that we will support you on this journey” Your doctor said in peeking out the curtain dividers of the hospital room you were in.
“I got this. Thank you” She gave you a soft reassuring smile and closed the curtains. A sigh left your mouth knowing that this would happen sooner or later. Before moving to Korea, you were quite sick. You never told anyone about this when you did move. Not even Lee Know. You believed that you were okay and that it wouldn’t return for a long while. 
“Uh…Y/n? Is it okay if I come in?” Chan asks, peaking just a bit from behind the curtain. 
“S-sure” You adjust the hospital bed to let you sit upright while Chan rolls in a stool to sit on. Your lips form a straight line as he takes your hands in his. 
“How are you holding up?” 
“I guess I’m just doing alright. I mean I almost died or whatever… And lost Minho” Your voice fades. Chan’s thumbs rub against your hands before he stands up. 
“I’m sorry for what’s going on” He quietly says. He opens his mouth once more but is interrupted by the subtle buzzing of his phone. He takes it out and motions that he’s going to step out. 
“What do you mean he got into another accident?” Although you should not be listening, what if this was Lee Know? You shifted off of the bed and made your way to the curtain.
“No. I’m with Y/n right now… yeah… tell him to fuck off for me?... I won’t…yeah see you in a bit” Chan swipes open the curtain causing you to stumble backwards.
“Snoopy are we?” He smirks 
“What happened?” You demand. Chan takes your arm and leads you back to your bed with a sigh. 
“Sit down” You sit at the edge of the bed and Chan finds a stool again. “Seungmin called. Hyunjin and Felix all stayed tailed Minho but ended up behind bars for racing and some past charges. On his end, however, I’m sure you heard…”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s in the hospital... Don't know his status” You shake your head. Despite Chan trying his best to break the news gently, you feel so overwhelmed. You’re sick again, Minho’s friends are in trouble and you don’t know what exactly happened to everyone while you were out of it. 
Chan continues to explain the situation of the 2 that are behind bars as he wheels you around in a wheelchair through the corridors. 
“And supposedly, Felix got caught first. He doesn’t like confrontation so he tried to run on foot. Fleeing isn’t his thing…clearly” You both laugh a bit until a familiar face appears from one of the doors on your right.
“Y/N?!” The man pants, running out of the room towards you and Chan. 
Minho’s head and hands are wrapped in red soaked gauze with his left hand exposing an undone metal handcuff. Chan stops moving forward and turns you 180. Chan pushes your wheelchair so fast that you could hear the wind in your ears. All of you were speed walking through the halls of the hospital while Minho shouts after you guys.
“Y/N! I’m sorry!” He yells. Chan throws him the middle finger and presses the buttons for the elevator to come up. Your chair faces towards Minho though.
“You’re not sorry, Minho. We all told you to fucking stop but what do you do? You fuck it up again!” Chan argues without looking at Minho. His face burning red as he stares ahead at the numbers above the elevator doors.
“I’m sorry! I-I just thought I could win. Chan, Y/n... please listen to me” 
“Decisions without us? You’re really something, Lee Minho…Just fuck off” The elevator dings and Chan moves you into the elevator, smashing the buttons to close the door already.
“Wait! I don't want to drive you guys away! Please! I’m sorry!” He pleads although the doors begin to close. Chan shakes his head out of frustration.
“You okay?” You nod. “I think so… And Chan…? What if he is sorry?”
“Ask yourself that. How many times have you talked to him about racing again? Especially on Route 1?” You purse your lips. Minho never really listened to your concerns about this. It was always empty promises of “I won't do this” or “I won’t race for now until I need it". He never wanted to end his ways. That was your answer.
When you arrived at home, Chan helped you pack your stuff from Minho’s apartment. Clothes, stuffed animals, and some furniture were now gone. All that was left was his stuff and frames of you two together. You picked one up from the nightside. It collected a bit of dust as a light white film covered the glass. Your thumb swipes at the photo, clearing the photo in front of you. There in this silver frame were you and Minho at Lotte World for the first time. Both of you are wearing headbands that you chose for each other. He was kissing your cheek as you smiled so brightly. You smile a bit until you see your reflection. Exhaustion reflecting across the frame. 
“In sickness and in health, huh?” You whisper. You placed the frame back down to its spot on the side table and headed to the kitchen to leave an item for Minho. You take out a letter that you wrote from your pocket and place it on the kitchen counter. It read:
“To Minho,
I’m sick again. You don’t know about this but I am really sick. I don’t know if I will return or not but please don’t try looking for me. It will only be harder for the both of us to get well.
Take care of yourself and your friends please.
- Y/n L/n."
With that said and done, you turn around once more and take in the emptier apartment. All that was built in these walls, no longer existed. The love and warmth no longer felt welcoming. Leaving was the only chance for you and it was now your chance to go. Without looking back or feeling somber, you leave the apartment to the car waiting out front for you. It’s a silent ride there. Chan took no chances to spark a conversation with you. Just short glances. 
“You okay right here?” He finally speaks out, slowing the car down.
“Yeah” He shifts the car to park and comes to your side to open the door. You look around the airport, taking it all in that you will be leaving this place for who knows how long. Chan interrupts your moment by placing the heaviest luggage in front of you with a grunt.
“Good luck, y/n. Hope you'll come back” You give him a brief hug and waved off to him as you entered through the automatic doors. There was no turning back now. No more watching Minho’s life crumble under his feet.
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stylish-suidae · 3 months
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So apparently people think that Skyrim was *only* successful by virtue of being an open world in a time when that was rare, and that Starfield is proof that when being an open world is common, there's nothing else to make Bethesda games stand out.
Which like, very convenient for your argument that you're ignoring two entire games in between. And one of those games, Fallout 4, y'know, *still exists* today, and if you look at it's review average it's reviewing 30-40 percentage points better now than it did at launch, and I know *multiple* people who hated it on the basis of it being a Bethesda game who have returned to it in the past year and have grown to love it. Clearly there's more to these games than *just* being open world, otherwise people new to Fallout 4 today would be hating it just as much as Starfield.
And like, the whole scrapping/crafting/building loop in Fallout 4 is extremely elegantly designed, to the point that looking at 76 and Starfield almost makes me think it's a fluke with how much they fucked it up in those games. But that loop isn't in Skyrim, and I'm not here to argue that Fallout 4 has more to it than an open world.
I'm here to argue that Bethesda games in general aren't loved (and Starfield hated) because they're *just* open worlds, I'm here to argue that they're loved because they execute on the open world structure to create a sense of exploration in a way that's only been surpassed by the BotW team.
Think about your average open world game. How do you find stuff to do? Well in some, you have to go Climb A Tower, and then it vomits icons onto your map, and in others you just have icons on your map by default, and then you go to the icon and you find the thing that the icon tells you to find. That is not exploration. If I follow GPS directions to go to Walmart, I did not explore the highway nor did I discover Walmart. I knew where I was going and I followed the way the game told me to go to get there. These games are not open worlds, they are simply 3D checklists with added commute for your inconvenience.
The thing Bethesda games, as well as BotW and TotK, typically do well, is that you're not following icons. Like you do for quests but who cares about quests? The majority of my time in these games, I'm not following a map marker to find the nearest speed challenge or whatever the fuck, I'm looking around, using my eyes, until I see something that makes me think "ooh that looks interesting!", whereupon I make my way towards it to find out what's there. I'm not following where the game tells me to go, I'm following my own initiative.
And speaking of following my own initiative, another thing most open world games fuck up royally is that they literally restrict your movement, either with artificial difficulty barriers or literal invisible walls. I remember picking up Cyberpunk once everyone was saying that "oh no it's actually good now" (but still before 2.0), and I saw a part of the map that interested me. I thought "I wonder what's over there!" And started driving. And then the game said "no you're not allowed to go there yet. You have to do more missions first." Honestly I think the biggest flaw of Fallout 4 (or maybe 2nd biggest after the dialogue system) is that you start in the upper left corner of the map, which means the first several hours of every playthrough look very similar, which is a shame because one of the best consequences of Bethesda's design is that whenever any two people discuss one of their games, there'll be something that each one knows about the game that the other's never even heard of.
And now think about starfield. What does exploration look like in that game? You land on a planet, it's a barren randomly generated bit of nothing. You use your scanner to look around for a map icon, and then just beeline towards it. Just like every non-bethesda open world game, except even worse because the proc gen means you're likely heading towards repeated content you've already seen before (I say as if this is not extremely common in open worlds that are not made by Bethesda or Nintendo)
The people who loved Skyrim and Fallout 4 don't hate Starfield because it turns out a highly acclaimed formula that's even more popular now when it came out is now outdated and compares badly to other open world games. Obviously it's not that, because that's a perspective that's entirely disconnected from reality, that you could only have if you've never gelled with Bethesda games, looked at Starfield's review score, and refused to look at any other information or talk to any of the people you're theorizing about.
No, people who loved Skyrim and Fallout 4 were disappointed by Starfield because it failed to scratch the exploration itch they HAVE had scratched by the previous Bethesda games, and often don't have scratched by other open world games.
Also Starfield's review average is 63% positive on steam. That's bad compared to other games, but like, more people liked it than disliked it. It's not the universal hatred that people seem to get joy out of claiming for some reason.
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INCOMING NEW MAIL!
"BLLK DRIVING HEADCANONS" from DIA!
CONTENT AHEAD IS...
sfw! no implied romance between characters however ur free to take it however u read it!
i lub driving n ive been thinking abt this 4 a liddol bit 2 long now so here goes! a lot of these hcs are inspired by ppl ive been in a car with!
drive safely y'all ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ pls do not be like these ppl (heavy on shidou!!!)
SHIDOU RYUSEI
thinks he's an F1 driver on the streets... i don't mean the professional F1 drivers btw! i mean the "F1" drivers everyone pretends to be in the arcade car simulators. also broke his car speakers from how loud his music is
probably has attempted to do a wheelie with the car more than once before... has had numerous points docked off his license for the stupidest reasons (ie going round a roundabout [the full 360] over and over and over again)
always forgets to turn his lights on at night and attempts to fight the officer that pulls him over. idk how he got his license (he didnt. it's fake but he doesn't know u know it's fake).
ITOSHI SAE
is absolutely silent. sorry if u were expecting more from him but when he's in the car he's iust but i like to think that its a comfortable kind of silence! sometimes he makes small talk but he rlly just prefers calmness be driving is one of the rare opportunities where he gets a bit of a break from his high action lifestyle :(
sae gives me the impression of someone that listens to podcasts and instrumental music over other genres ?? doesn't rlly mind (read: care) if u handle music but don't expect him to breakout into a song
drives one handed bc he is the only mf here that drives stick and for this reason he secretly thinks he's better than everyone for it
BAROU SHOUEI
drives like an aggressive senile person ?? whenever ur in the car w him u'd think he got his license during the industrial revolution bc he goes off the most outdated rules in the handbook
like this dude does not believe in using indicators on the roundabout ("bc the cars should already know where i'm going based on the direction or my wheel!").
u always apologise to the car u nearly crashed into be he cuts ppl off ("i should've been given right of way!!") at intersections
ITOSHI RIN
listens to edgy ahh fuckin music icl! also doesn't talk most of the time but what sets him apart from sae is that the silence is very awkward... any attempt at making conversation by u is met with nothing but soul crushing silence
sometimes his intrusive thoughts win n lets his competitive nature get ahead of him at traffic lights be he will race the car next to him for fun ಠ_ಠ
i do like to think that he loves driving the most out of everyone here and bc he drives obsessively, he knows all kinds of routes to all kinds of places (walking gps king so real)
CHIGIRI HYOMA
is probably the most normal driver. he's pretty confident in his skills (rightfully so) but ofc he doesn't pass up any opportunity to let u know that he passed his test w flying colours :/ "did you know that i pa-" every fucking time without fail ( •_•)
is the best at parking :O in fact he's so good at it that he will park in what u think is an impossible spot all be he doesn't want to walk too far
his car always smells new be he LOVES those "new car" scented air fresheners! also his car is always cold bc he refuses to let the humidity ruin his hair
NAGI SEISHIRO
has rlly rlly bad road rage BUT gets mad at u if u also express road rage ?? he tells u to calm down ?? mf ik he aint talking T⌓T
tbh i think he only has short temper be he doesn't necessarily enjoy driving (will only do it if he absolutely has to) and just wants to get home asap!
definitely waits until the very last minute to fill up his car bc of how often (.) he forgets ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere once be of this exact reason. but at least u can always count on him for having a battery pack!
GAGAMARU GIN
drives below the speed limit... would (and has) swerve to the wrong side of the highway to avoid hitting a bird be he doesn't trust that it'd fly away in time (the bird flew away along with his soul bc he was a second away from colliding with a truck)
poor thing always gets honked at by cars behind him be he gives way to EVERYONE (even if he has the right of way) and traffic always piles up.
his car always smells like Those jellybelly jelly beans be he loves sweet-smelling things! im not joking every time u enter his car ur nose is flooded by candy flavoured air ٩(◕‿◕。)۶
BACHIRA MEGURU
gets distracted rlly easily by any piece of stimuli. oh there's a windmill? nice! u bet his eyes are already following it. roadkill on the side of the road? would point it out and proceed to try and look at it for the next kilometre. probably mourns the thing for the rest of the trip tbh :(
points out livestock grazing on the side of the road! every! time! instigates eye spy every time but chooses the most obscure things and gets surprised whenever u give up
will not hesitate to pick up whenever his mum is calling; doesn't matter if it's super busy on the road or if he's in a crash bc he Will make the time for her
ISAGI YOICHI
is the only mf prepared with everything. he has a mini cooler in the boot stocked with juice and water, his glove box is filled with masks and wet wipes, has a blanket in the back, a 50pc first aid kit in the centre console, snacks in the boot, and insurance papers stashed somewhere.
his car is spotless bc he details and deep cleans it (both interior and exterior) every week bc he is very self-conscious abt his car (n his driving) be he wants his passenger(s) to always be comfy :((
will play (and let u play) any kinda music but during significant soccer matches he will always play a live audio coverage of the match! so im v sorry if u wanted to listen to the new TWICE album but germany v spain is on so ur gonna have 2 wait ;´༎ຶਊ ༎ຶ`;
MIKAGE REO
in the rare occasions that he drives himself and not by a personal driver, he talks a lot. like a whole fuckin lot! but no one can complain be its not like he's dominating the entire conversation!
that kind of driver where the trip otw to a place is better than the actual destination! dygwim??? sometimes u both ditch the og plan for a random burger joint on the side of the highway
if he picks u up he's always early be sometimes he wants to drop by a spot (oooh guys he knows a spot ᵔ.ᵔ) he wants to show u! ps his car has heated seats and massage options മ◡മ
MICHAEL KAISER
ness has to be in the car with him for ur sake... bc if he's there at least u have someone that actually talks about things and includes u in stuff... unlike kaiser who only talks abt himself LMFAOOO
has pictures of him littered everywhere in the car... u open the sunshade? there's a polaroid of him that falls out :/ this mf the type to sign his car in hopes of making mad bank off reselling it some day as a collector's item of "the great king, kaiser!"
the type of guy to wink at every road camera in case he gets caught for committing a traffic violation ("u can never let them catch u lacking!" kaiser dawg u goin 40 over the limit!)
OLIVER AIKU
has a "honk if ur single" sticker plastered on his back window but always forgets so he gets annoyed whenever ppl honk at him (dawg makes his own problems LMFAOO)
pulls up to red lights next to a conventionally attractive person to roll down his window and wink at them @_@ the police station has definitely received multiple calls from ppl due to his... violating behaviours...
his car smells like his deodorant bc he douses himself in it before he gets out (sorry if ur asthmatic)
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Biker!Logan & Biker!Remus x GN!Reader
AN: This idea has been haunting my mind since October last year akjssjsjdjdj. Ty lovely moot for helping give me ideas for this @darksides-dutchess
Warnings: Mention of possible injuries, mention of guys being pushy, Remus putting you in “danger” (he knows what he’s doing tho, overall wholesome
Logan
Keeps it secret
When you go to his place, he will NEVER let you enter his garage.
Staying with him after dark is a no no also
He claims that he just loves his free time
Totally not because he's actually going 100 mph every night on a customized bike
He's actually very good at keeping his secret
Unitl one day, after long night before, he left his helmet on the counter and you asked him about it
“It’s my friends’.”
“Your friend is a biker? That's so cool! Can I meet him!?”
He gets jealous lol
“…No.”
You keep pushing him until he breaks and confesses
At first, you’re surprised, then everything falls into place
You don’t think any differently of him, you actually think its kinda cool, and he appreciates it
not to mention its sexy as hell
He takes you riding sometimes, but double, triple and quadruple checks you have all your gear
NEVER taking you on the highway, fastest you’re going with him is 30 mph
Doesn’t bring you to street races, but doesn’t mind if you show up
He may or may not show off a bit for you
If you complain about some guy from work or school bothering you, he pulls up to the building/campus as loudly as possible to “pick you up”
Very chivalrous
Picks you up and takes you off the bike instead of letting you get off on your own
Doesn’t want you getting hurt
He also will just die if you ever get injured on his bike
You will never face a major injury, hes very careful
But if you sprain your ankle getting off, or have a rock hit your leg while riding, his boyfriend instincts kick in.
Instantly taking care of while feeling guilty
he’s having you take a break from the bike for few days
Remus
Extremely open about it
Everyone he knows is gonna know about it
It’s probably the first thing you know about him
He takes you riding everywhere, and may even consider getting you your own bike
Until then, he lets you make come decisions about customizing his bike
Or you’ll come back to his place to see your favorite color painted somewhere on his green and black biker as a surprise
Hes taking you to races all the time
Maybe even letting you ride with him
Occasionally, he makes a bet, saying the winner gets to take you home
At first you were mad at him for doing it
But after watching him race a couple of times, you realized remus was no fool
He was fast, obviously, but took risks that cost the other racer to lose.
He never really put a bid on you, since he always knew he was going to win from the beginning
While you loved going on rides with him, he could be a little punk at times
Sometimes, while riding casually, he just does wheelies with no real warning
Just a “Hey watch this” before you’re tilted towards the sky and holding onto him for dear life.
If theres a motorcycle in the lane next to you, he may rev his engine a bit to get them started, and next thing you know you’re 85 in a 30
He cares about your safety, but if you’re dating him you’re gonna have to be a bit rough at times.
If he sees you got a scratch, he gonna laugh it off
“You got your first mark, baby!”
Actually kinda proud, mostly since he has scars EVERYWHERE from falling off his bike so many time.
However, he makes the point that all of the falls he took were tactical and on purpose
If you do ever actually get hurt or feel scared, he doesn’t realize at first but oh boy when he does
Its like a different person
Instantly into protective bf mode
You’re riding in front of him, swaddling him as he speeds home or to the hospital
He doesn’t rest well until he knows for sure you’re okay, and the doctors or nurses will be getting an earful of insults if you think they aren’t listening to you or treating you right
He doesn’t get jealous often
Mostly because 90% of guys will be aware that you’re together
He is loud, everyone knows when your ride is outside
If you ever do get hit on, he's still not concerned.
He’ll just saunter on over and throw his arm over your shoulder, make you blush a lil, and look at the other guy like “yeah, they’re all mine”
If the guy is too pushy he just fights them, there is no inbetween.
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divine-donna · 1 year
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buckle up, f*ckers
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it’s been a bit since i’ve made a post. so have these driving head canons in a modern au for the hotd cast. idk i honestly think it would be funny when thinking about them driving.
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ser criston cole
criston is pretty rigid when it comes to driving. he prefers the car to be silent while he drives so he’s not distracted. and sometimes, it can be really awkward because you don’t really feel like you should talk while he drives. he is generally smooth, good at following traffic laws, and he gets to places. but he’s someone to join when you need to run errands.
“(y/n), there is no eating in my car! you will make a mess. besides, you can wait another five minutes for us to return home so we can eat.”
daemon targaryen
a much cooler driver, daemon is a lot more casual with traffic laws. sometimes, he doesn’t signal when he turns (a little frustrating). but he tends to drive at night when there’s no one else but himself around. he prefers late night drives and scenic drives and be alone with his thoughts. but he will play his music loud just to annoy the hell out of criston.
“something on your mind (y/n)?...well, how about you come with me? late night drives are the best way to clear your head.”
rhaenyra targaryen
rhaenyra is someone that doesn’t drive often. but when she does pull up, it’s in a nice fancy car, windows rolled down, sunglasses on. she’s a cool aunt after all and rather lax with driving. driving with her is always a joy as you two catch up on what has happened recently. she also loves going fast and stepping on that gas petal.
“do you need me to come pick you up?...okay. i will be there in a few minutes. i just need to grab this bottle of wine first.”
alicent hightower
our residential soccer mom, alicent has everything and anything anyone needs. a change of clothes? in her car. snacks? in her car. makeup? her car. she has the minivan and everything, always counting heads and making sure everyone is inside and buckled up first. she loves her minivan! and when she’s not with her kids, she’ll turn on an audiobook while she drives to work.
“i should have it in here...aha! a change of clothes for you (y/n) and some snacks. if you need anything else, just tell me.”
aegon targaryen
aegon isn’t allowed to drive. not with the large amount of duis and speeding tickets stacked up at alicent’s desk. he drives anyways. it’s just a matter of him not getting caught after all. aegon loves to go fast and he’s rather careless. oftentimes, he doesn’t buckle his seatbelt or signal his turns. it’s kind of a miracle that you haven’t died yet.
“(y/n)! i’ve come to pick you up!...what? not happy to see me? i’m not like my mom, i know. but we can go to wendy’s on the way?”
aemond targaryen
aemond is a very responsible driver. he prefers to have someone in the car with him, like you. after all, you help him with his blind spots and with spatial awareness. he’s practiced a lot and spent many hours on the road so he can master driving. he passed his test with flying colors. you much prefer to be in the car with aemond. plus he has better music taste than aegon.
“if you want, you can attach your phone to the aux and play whatever you want. we’re going to be on the road for a while. although that’s the price of going to this concert.”
helaena targaryen
helaena is one of the best drivers among her siblings. she does, however, get really anxious on the road. there are plenty of times where she had to pull over to calm herself so she wouldn’t get into an accident. poor girl has still not gone onto the highway because of how intimidating it is.
“i hate the highway. always so scary. and people can be unnecessarily mean while on the road. well, at least we’re going to the mall.”
jacaerys velaryon
jace is like his mom in many ways, in that he has a more relaxed attitude towards traffic laws. but he’s also a safe driver, making sure everyone is buckled in and that everyone has everything. he’s often the go-to soccer mom among people his age. he takes all of his friends on trips to restaurants and the mall.
“(y/n)! i’m outside! let’s get going! we have to pick up helaena and aemond. i don’t know why aemond’s coming though.”
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drivin-down-i-20 · 5 months
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I don’t really know how to start this kind of thing off so I guess I’ll just introduce myself? I don’t want to get too personal, for reasons that I’m sure you’ll come to understand later, but I can at least tell you my job. I’m an employee of my state’s Highway Patrol. I’m not a cop or anything like that; I clean up accidents.
Semis, mostly. I’m part of a crew that is responsible for the section of I-20 that cuts across my state. We get calls mostly at night, so we’re all night owls, perpetually sipping caffeine in one form or another. Except for that one guy, but he’s a whole story all by himself.
I’ve seen some of the most horrific accidents you can imagine. Cattle trailers overturned. Sleeping truckers. Spills. And I’d like to tell a few stories if that’s okay. I’ve never believed that people living and working in places where secrets are kept is a good idea. Especially when those secrets are kept by those who are supposed to protect them. This is the “I’m sure you’ll understand why later part.” This is a throwaway account and it’ll be deactivated when I’m through with these stories. In the meantime, feel free to shoot me any questions you’ve got. Asks. Whatever. I figure Tumblr isn’t as… monitored as Reddit so maybe I’ll be okay. Just. Spread it around yeah? Protect your people. Help them protect themselves.
I’ve never been a superstitious or conspiracy type person. I was raised hand to mouth and didn’t really have time to think about any of that. I did go to church. Mama made all of us go. I loved lessons in Sunday School about the great heroes in the Bible. David. Moses. Samson. Superheroes of the Bible the old woman who was my teacher called them.
As I got older though, I realized they were just men. People. David was a murderer, murdered a friend to steal his wife. Moses was a murderer, but I’ll be honest, I’d have done what he did too. Samson got himself in an entire bind over a woman. They weren’t to be idolized. They were to be learned from.
Guess this is what my first story’s like. Learn something from it. Maybe.
It doesn’t snow much where I am. Instead, we get the ice. Yeah that real good pipe-busting, road-slicking ice. It’s not every year, heck we get balmy Florida sun as many winters as we get ice, but it can happen.
Couple years back there was an ice storm that put the bits of the state that were affected on a screeching halt. No school, no stores open, nothing. So everybody stayed real snuggled and safe at home until the thaw. Which was the next day. Everywhere was just soggy with it. The grass squelched under your feet.
A “side-effect” of this thaw was heavy fog. There was a man, husband, dad of two, minister in a local church, who was on his way to prayer early that morning. He was in a hurry so he was doing what everyone else does on a hectic morning: speeding.
Ah hush you know you do it. And sometimes, it’s okay to do. Keeping up with the flow of traffic and all that. Dude had his high beams up. It was just another day.
Until he ploughed into the back of a parked schoolbus at top speed. Doubt the guy knew what hit him.
Wasn’t anything anybody could do for him.
The bus was higher than his vehicle so most of what happened to the bus, happened to the undercarriage. The kids were scared and some were a little scratched and banged up, but they were all okay. Liked to have scared the poor driver clear to death, though.
The man in a hurry had already be taken away when we got there. People don’t really like to think about what happens to a body when it dies. Releasing the soul is kind of how I think on it. You don’t realize how many muscles and tendons are contracting right now, holding you together. When you die, it all relaxes. Yeah you go through rigor mortis, but that’s only after.
Your bowels release. Your bladder releases. If you were in an accident like this man, your veins let go. And what your body was working so hard to contain, it leaves. And it’s everywhere. All that hurrying and anxiety to get where he was going, it stayed behind too. With his wife and his kids. And it haunted them. You know it did. You know they asked themselves how they might’ve stopped that day from happening. What if Daddy had just waited a few minutes? The bus would’ve moved on, the fog might’ve lessened. And he’d still be there.
So take it from me, who’s had to hose my fair share of the refuse of hurrying and impatience off the asphalt, both of sinner and saint, being late is still being alive.
Sorry for the heavy start, but it’s the nature of my job. I’ll go in a different direction with the next one. Not all of them involve death and tragedy. We got a call to a clean up about 4:30 one morning for a semi overturn. Fella had rounded down a turn-off, coming down an overpass and cut too sharp. Whole trailer flopped over. She was hauling, wait for it, soap. Dawn. Oh my God. It was. Everywhere. Smelled great. But good sweet Lord. We got our big, coarse bristle brushes to try and sweep it into some tarps, trying to keep it from poisoning wildlife or the ecosystem, but it just made it all suds up. Bubbles. Everywhere. And then the wind got to blowing. It was a mess. Even once we got to just hosing it, it was like something out of a cartoon. But I still laugh about that one though with the guys. We might’ve frolicked through them like slow motion princesses and taken pictures. They’re in my blackmail folder just in case.
This crew’s been together the longest of any one I’ve been on. Folks usually get tired of it and want to move on to something less strenuous. Which I get. It’s not for everyone. But I like it. Keeps the bills paid. You know. I’m not unhappy. And I get sweet overtime.
Me and this older guy are the old hands. Let’s call him Jake. Jake’s older than me and I guess you could call him the foreman. But it doesn’t really work like that. He just knows what to do for most incidents and we listen. Experience is valuable.
Jake and I started working together when I moved to this crew about seven years ago. I’d been town cleanup for a bit but it was so boring. So I put my application in through the DOT, Department of Transportation, and got hired. Got a raise too. I was over the moon. I’ve always been one to feel more awake at night and Jake was the same. Guess maybe that article I read somewhere about evolution conditioning some of us to stay up and tend the fire in the night is true. Feels like it.
I’m rambling.
We got a early morning call, pre-dawn. There usually aren’t that many vehicles on the road that aren’t semis at that time of day. We’d been working on our gear, making sure it was all ready to go. Takes a lot of stuff to do this job. We drive a high-powered diesel wrecker for one with a trailer, in case of big debris. We also have kits that range from everything from corrosive chemical spills to bodily waste removal. Special containers, neutralizers, discrete disposal units, all that stuff. So you have to keep all that useful. Make sure it’s not past the expiration and so on. When we’re not on a job, that’s what we do.
So we got a call out and headed out. There were about ten of us, me and Jake in The Big’un, that’s what we called the wrecker, and then the rest took DOT-provided pickups. You’ve probably seen them. Got the emergency strobes and flags on them.
The first thing I noticed was the smoke. Thick and white, just hanging in the air. FD was already there but they weren’t working on the truck. They were trying to put out what had spread over to the trees. It was a dry year and the woods were parched kindling; everything in a 200 yard radius of that truck was already cinders. The semi had pulled over and was just resting on the side of the road. PD had already blocked off as much of the road as they could to allow some traffic through, though there really wasn’t much.
The trailer had caught fire, that much was very obvious. Whatever had been inside must’ve not been secured properly and had flopped around, fallen over and either made a spark or reacted with another chemical. Whatever it’d been was hot burning too. The driver had been taken to the hospital already for third degree burns. Which was the first odd thing, when I thought about it later. The driver’s cab was fine. Scorched a bit on the back but fine. All the fire damage had been pointing away from it, toward the doors of the trailer.
I remember Jake, who was usually very reserved and placid, booming out orders to tow the trailer away from the original sight a bit. And I was glad too. The flames that were down in the woods were so bright and so hot. We wore sunglasses in the dark, trying to protect our eyes, and the heat was so bad that we were treated for mild burns to our faces and hands afterward. I had a beard then; I shaved it the next day because patches were burnt clean off.
We didn’t stay long. There weren’t any chemicals to clean up, just hauling the ruined trailer away to give the FD room to put that fire out.
When you work this kind of job, you end up seeing the same folks at the same event, you know? Jake was having some coffee when we got back to the call our office the next day. He’d had a haircut, a bad one. And his face was all blistered like he’d been at Daytona for a week. We all slathered up for a while after that to keep from getting ashy and peeling too bad. Jake looks like something out of a Viking movie. The Avengers Thor guy wishes.
“Everything okay?” he finally asked me, in that deep thunder voice he’s got.
“Shoot man, yeah. But crispy… Did they get the fire out?”
Jake nodded. “I know a bunch of them guys. Talked to ‘em this morning. Lot of ‘em out today with arc-eye and burns all over ‘em. Said the driver didn’t make it.”
That stunned me. “Didn’t make it? But the cab was fine!”
Jake had arched a confirming eyebrow.
I didn’t know what arc-eye was, but I googled it later. It’s what happens when welders don’t wear proper protection on their eyes. Looking at the arc like that can lead to severe irritation of the eye and even blindness in some cases.
“Said he died of severe internal trauma and heat-related injuries. Insides were cooked until they burst. Guy’s eyes were clouded white from the heat. Said it took a flyover all the way from Texas to finally put all of the fire out. They had it contained but their guys kept passing out from heat exhaustion.”
I remember being so staggered by this. And I remember looking for news about it later because that was really something. But I never did see any.
And I remember breaking that trailer down. How it was still hot. How the doors had been bent outward, the lock melted solid. How the fire trailed away. In a straight line.
Jake watched me as we worked. The way his eyes rested on me… it was like he was waiting for something. When we got the doors off, he’d taken his gloved hand and run his fingers through the grooves, elbowing me so I’d look at what he was doing.
It still feels so stupid to think this. Because who does this? Who makes this connection? It makes me feel crazy but it. It happened. The grooves weren’t melt patterns, like slag. They were claw marks. Pushed through the metal and ripped backward. Curled like paper. Peeled almost.
I’ve never said out loud what it looked like to me. But Jake made me put my fingers in those grooves. Curve my hand around that metal. Feel what it felt like. Feel the warmth living in that metal. And we looked at each other for a long time, not saying a word. Jake knew and I knew. And that seemed to be all he wanted. For me to know.
I thought about what else Jake had said about the driver. His friend in the FD had been pretty disturbed and had talked to him a while. Jake’s that kind of guy. You can talk to him. Something about him makes it easy for people. Comforting.
“FD lady said the man was screaming when they got to him. Burn victims do that, yeah, but she said he grabbed hold of them and wouldn’t let go. Had to pry him loose. Kept saying “seen” over and over. Y’know sometimes when the body’s been traumatized so bad, the mind can’t handle it. He was scared, though. The pain was bad but he was so scared that he just wanted someone to hold him.”
Sorry if the ending here is abrupt but…? That’s all I got for now. I have to get ready for work, and I’ve been thinking about maybe asking Jake if he’s ever seen anything else like that night. We’ve been on some other calls together but he’s been at this for nigh unto twenty years. We’ll see.
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winterpinetrees · 2 months
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This is 1500 words. Tumblr is infectious and the symptom is “write about your ocs and post it online”. I don’t think I’m even using consistent tenses, but it exists. @caliburn-the-sword and @lokiwaffles, this is for you and also your fault.
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There was no way that the computer on the table was making it to the end of the road trip. Sierra has her (heavily modified, like the car) laptop on open to a google map of West Coast highways. The rich kids have been arguing over it for half an hour. In that time, their acquaintance had (re?) introduced himself. His name was Martin, his family was somewhere in the elaborate network of power that the boys had grown up in, and details weren’t important. The important thing was where they were going next.
“We should go south to Los Angeles, and then west. That way we’ll be in the desert for the solstice and have the most hours of daylight.” That was Clay’s plan. He had a goal to visit as many national parks as possible.
“If we do that, we’ll be in the desert for the hottest part of the summer! We go north on route 101 and follow the ocean all the way to the Canada border”. Brian explains for at least the fifth time.
“You only want to follow the ocean because you’ll die if you go a summer without surfing” Clay replies.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. We can go to Redwoods!”
“We live in San Francisco. We have been to Redwoods a dozen times”.
“And they rock! Those trees are thousands of years old. We can drive the car through a tree.”
Martin speaks for the first time in a while. “The hottest part of the summer isn’t the solstice. It’s a few weeks after that. Anyway, the Mojave desert will be miserable until October. You want to go north”. They’d almost forgotten he was there. It was a little shocking. The boy carried himself with confidence that didn’t feel like it should be ignored.
Clay immediately yields. “Fine. We go north to Redwoods.”
The boys put away their things and walk outside. Martin -Marin, whoever he is- follows behind them. Telling him to leave was unthinkable. Literally, the thought never crossed their minds. They walk down smaller, empty streets. Oddly empty. Well, it isn’t good weather, and that mild earthquake two days must have everyone a bit nervous. That must be the reason. Brian keeps looking over his shoulder though, especially as the fog grows and their visibility drops.
Sierra fidgets with the zipper of her sweatshirt. “Why is the fog so thick? It’s the afternoon?”
It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but there was also movement, and lights down a side street. Sierra’s vision flashes electric blue. She knows that humans sometimes see blue light when exposed to high amounts of radiation (It’s called Cherenkov Radiation, but where would it come from?) but she also remembers a rumor that a strange glow might be your only warning if supernatural danger is near. She reaches for Brian. The taller boy has already stepped away to stare down their strange acquaintance, but Martin looks even more afraid than they do. He swings the messenger bag off of his shoulder. “I’m sorry I dragged all of you into this. You need to run”.
Brian takes another step towards him. “Dragged us into what?”
Sierra finally grabs his arm. “I think I know. Run.”
By this point, Clay is already fifteen feet away from them. Brian does not run. Instead, he and his friend watch as -somehow- Martin reaches an entire arm into his small bag. He spins on his heels and draws an entire quarterstaff. His ears grow pointed, his hazel eyes begin to glow, and as if waiting for that signal, four figures step out of the fog.
They are from a different genre. That’s the only explanation. The soldiers around them hold glowing guns and shining blades and wear helmets that completely cover their faces. Lines of colored light run underneath the silver plates of their armor, which seems made for speed instead of true protection. One, tall and thin and wearing the electric blue that Sierra recognized, dashes at Clay fast enough that they are only visible as a blur. They have the human boy in a chokehold within a second. Another, more broad and colored pale yellow, turns to Martin and yells something in a language that is very much not English.
He throws his messenger bag at the remaining humans. “Grab the gun and turn the dial all the way to the left. We win or we die!”
Martin turns back to his attacker and snarls a reply in the same language. He drops into a fighting stance and briefly flickers like a hologram. Brian catches the bag and they finally run, ducking behind a car parked on the street. He passes the bag to Sierra, who puts the entire top half of her body inside, “It’s bigger on the inside! ...wait”. (She refuses to die making a Doctor Who reference).
The bag is at least the size of their car. She hears the sci-fi sounds of guns firing outside and pulls the rest of her body in. Sierra grabs a gun, hopefully the one Martin told him to, and crawls back out. The gun is pretty big, more like a rifle than a phaser, and she needs both hands to aim it. It’s a difficult task. The five elves in the fight are all moving faster than they should, and her acquaintance (ha) keeps blinking in and out of sight. Sierra checks to make sure that the dial is to the left (Is that the stun setting or the kill setting? What is she about to do?) and fires the moment one of the faceless soldiers pauses for breath.
A blast of emerald green energy shoots out of the gun and nearly misses the figure. Instead, it hits the soldier just above the elbow and all but takes off their left arm. They fall to one knee, then disappear with a faint pop and a bit of cobalt blue light. Simultaneously, the kickback sends Sierra to the ground. Brian picks up the gun and fires a useless shot. He manages to stay standing, at least. Three enemies remain. The speedy blue soldier who knocked out (Brian can’t let himself think about the alternative) Clay, the yellow leader, and a short cyan one that has raised its gun at- oh no. Brian ducks back behind the car and reaches back into the bag as light sears the air right above his head.
The boys hiding behind the car look at eachother and reach a silent agreement. Sierra takes back the gun. Their inhuman ally seems to be winning, at least. He’s impossibly fast and is keeping up with all three opponents. With the cyan one distracted, Martin takes the opportunity and does something magical that leaves the soldier on the ground. They vanish with a pop, and unlike Martin, don’t come back. Clay, thank god, starts moving again. He makes eye contact with Sierra just as the blue soldier knocks Martin’s staff from his hands. The prince looks towards the humans behind the car. He seems terrified. The leader charges at him, holding their shortsword in a backward grip. They say something again, quietly, and Martin doesn’t respond. He tries to vanish again, but some magical pulse from the leader reveals his location. A blue blur knocks Martin to the ground and points its gun at his head.
Sierra tosses her own gun at Clay, and Brian vaults over the hood of the car towards the fight. He is still holding the bag in his left hand. The leader notices the 6’3”, adrenaline-fueled teenager running at him and turns away from Martin. Wild humans, even untrained ones, are very dangerous. Brian pulls something heavy from the bag as a sword swings at him. He dodges the weapon on instinct and feels the edge of a blade skim his chest. He lifts whatever it is he’s holding. A club? A crowbar? Brian holds it in both hands like a baseball bat and swings like his father is watching. The bat connects. He brings twenty pounds of pointed steel down with arms that can hit a baseball at 100mph. The armor over the soldier’s chest cracks- and so do the bones. They gasp and their armor begins to glow far more brightly. Brian is close enough to see two blindingly bright eyes behind their dark faceplate. Then a bolt of energy hits the soldier in the back and the light fades. They sway for a moment and fall with their sword still clutched in their hand. Clay glares at the body over the barrel of his gun. He adjusts his glasses without blinking.
The blue soldier is gone as well, also having been shot while Brian charged his enemy. The street is quiet again. The fog begins to lift. All four of them cautiously move towards the fallen leader lying face down on the pavement. Whatever these soldiers are, they bleed red just like humans do.
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animehouse-moe · 1 year
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Media I Experienced In 2022 That I'm Thankful For
It's certainly been a big year in a lot of ways, and everybody makes sure that everyone else knows that, mostly through top lists and favorites and stuff like that. But I'm not good with favorites or Top 10s and the like, so I prefer to do things a little different. I want to take a look back at the year and look over the animanga that I was really thankful to have experienced this year. Fair warning, there's a lot of reading to do, sorry!
Jujustu Kaisen 0
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I remember this movie clear as day, come hell or high water I was watching it. It was a cool spring afternoon, I had to reschedule some meetings with professors and even skipped a class so I could drive 20 minutes to go to a theater that was showing it, and I even left early. Of course my luck, a huge traffic accident happened on the highway so there was a massive delay. Do I stick it out or fly down the back roads hoping to make it? Without somehow getting a speeding ticket I made it to my seat in the theater right when the movie started. It was incredible, beautiful even. King Gnu's song for the end credits sticking in my mind even as I went to peruse the bookstore next door with everyone else that watched the movie. Certainly something I'll remember for a very long time.
Heike Monogatari
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Initially, I don't even remember if I was going to check this one out, I only really ended up watching it because a mutual name dropped it saying I would like it. They were absolutely on the money. Such an emotional and modern approach to a traditional and incredibly classic story, Science Saru really outdid themselves. Whenever I think of this show, I think of the prayer to the fallen that ends the series. It's just so incredibly beautiful, it's hard not to get emotional when watching/listening to it each time, or reminiscing over the series in general.
⚠️Warning: Video Contains Spoilers From End of Series⚠️
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Sasaki and Miyano
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What a lovely slow burn romance this was. I don't think I really had any sort of expectations for it, but once I got into it, I fell in love. The characters are all so unique and varied, and they work wonders in tackling the endless angles of same-sex romance, both from a personal and exterior perspective. It just sort of opened my eyes to the genre. I never had much experience with BL beforehand, and it doesn't really have the best connotation within the community, but this does wonders to change your mind. It's so fresh, and open, it gives you an entirely new perspective that Rom-Com watchers most likely do not have. Just a lovely approach that compliments the romance and comedy wonderfully.
Shikimori's Not Just a Cutie
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I was feeling very burnt by My Dress Up Darling's approach to a rom-com in the Winter season, so I was originally loathing Shikimori for how "popular" it'd become because of Shikimori. Morbid curiosity deemed that I at least check out a little bit of it and I was stunned. Everything that I despised of Dress Up Darling was rectified here. Warm and positive relationships, more than just the main characters, actual romance and development, hurdles, challenges, the triumph of youthful optimism. It's an incredible blueprint for a post-get together rom com. Izumi and Shikmori aren't just lovey-dovey, they don't get focused on alone, the romance has its challenges and steps forward. It was a shock, I really was shocked. And now I have all the volumes out in English on my shelf. It restored faith in the "traditional" rom com, it was such a breath of fresh air in a very much bogged down genre.
Shadows House Season 2
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This was more so awe. They changed up the ending for S1 in case it didn't get greenlit for a second season, and they kept expectations for it very low. I was stunned when they announced the second season, and was so incredibly excited to get it in Summer of this year. So more than thankful for what Shadows House itself did (though it's an outstanding mystery series), I'm much more thankful that it got its second season (and I'm hopeful of a third!).
Call of The Night
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Yeah, I might be pretty critical on the adaptation for stuff like voice actors, its average creative output, and how much important content it skips, but I'm still thankful for it alongside the manga this year. Some truly incredible character moments in the manga in regards to Ko's development and emotions. It's a beautiful series that takes a look at love and life from an entirely different angle than the norm, and I have to be thankful with the anime encouraging so many people to pick up the manga. And as always, if you want an idea of what the series is like? Listen/look at the lyrics for the song by Creepy Nuts where Call of The Night gets its name from.
Akiba Maid War
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The dark horse of the season, if not the year for me. An Uramichi Oniisan experience, where I saw it and thought, "Well, what's the harm in checking it out?", before being blown away by comedy, action, and camp in equal parts. It's a stellar tale of creativity and passion run wild that results in a compelling and helplessly engaging series that feels criminally underappreciated by the community for what it does. Anime Originals have been really rough, but this Fall 2022 season has given me so much faith via stories like this, or DIY!!. Just a moment of restored faith in the creative process outside big names and big productions, a reminder that creativity is still capable of appearing from anywhere and that it doesn't take a hail mary to get surprisingly good series.
Bocchi The Rock
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I mean, is this any surprise? Bocchi The Rock quite literally rocked the world of viewer's. It quietly appeared to be scheduled for the season, and after that first episode finished, it was pandemonium. Bocchisweep has trended on platforms like Twitter several times over, and it even toppled the most anticipated anime of the season (and perhaps even year) in overall rating (8.85 for Bocchi and 8.82 for CSM at the time of writing this). It's a beacon of hope to the measure of creativity and freedom in the medium, and for that I'm ridiculously thankful for what it came in and did in 12 episodes flat.
Our Not-So-Lonely Planet Travel Guide
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I was getting very tired of the traditional lens of romance and rom coms at the start of this year, so finding this manga alongside Sasaki and Miyano was really a blessing. Adult characters, a mature look at romance, and worldwide travel? It was really great catching up with the 2 volumes currently released (Vol 3 in 2023!), and it brought forward some great thoughts and approaches to LGBTQ+ romance through its main and supporting characters. Plus? It made full use of the locale to sell the story aspect and even inject some beautiful value about the wonders that the world and its people have to offer. Easy recommend to anyone looking for a nice take on romance that doesn't feel inherently gimmicky.
Nightfall Travelers Leave Only Footprints
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You might be thinking, "wow, that's a pretty cover", and you'd be right.... but also wrong. The actual art of the manga is even prettier. It's stunning. It's so unique and incredibly creative.
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I'm very much an impulse buyer with manga, and this ended up being one of those volumes. I saw the art and a brief synopsis, and as weird as it sounds, it was love at first sight. The concept was wonderful, discovering the beauty in horror and deepening an emotional and curious bond. It really is a one of a kind story, and along other very niche and off-color series like Sheeply Horned Witch Romi, is a reminder of the awe-inspiring work that waits patiently to be discovered still.
Everybody always says, "Oh this is gonna be the best year for manga! X is going to give us the greatest chapters of the series and this new (and often times generic) series Y is finally dropping!". In a way, they're not wrong, but I feel like it's a misconstrued reason for their hype. Comparison. Everything is compared to something, everything has a sibling that everyone wants it to perform better than, an author that has to one-up their previous work in every way. It's suffocating, especially with the incredible desire for people to rank and compare things in the first place. The reason each successive year is "going to be better" isn't because of some objective reason, it's because of everybody's perception of it. It's another year that you get to immerse yourself in the hobby and medium, another year that you get to set out and discover new series, new authors, new approaches and genres. It's another year of falling in love with all sorts of things. And I remain incredibly thankful for that opportunity. For all the weird and wacky series that I get to place on my shelf year after year, all the new and unique authors that become staple of my collection, the new genres and expanses that continually widen my horizons.
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Vroom Vroom Motherfucker
A motorcyclist group AU and Azriel has just been forced to ride with Eris Vanserra down the highway.
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Day 5 of @azrisweek 2023 (Alternate Universe)
a/n: behold my retained information on sport motorcycles and acotar combining LMAO also, everyone please be aware i do not condone breaking the law like this- its just a culture that i’ve learned through tiktok. this is a dangerous activity, so if you ever participate in it, you should be properly experienced and geared up. also- just so nobody is confused… backpack=person who rides on the back of a motorcycle. meet(s)=a meet up where cars/bikes are shown off or a group ride
WARNINGS: does breaking the law count as a warning? idk. how about peer pressure? who knows. this is pretty chill lmao, just a couple suggestive sentences at the end
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He should be yelling at Rhysand for even suggesting a group ride with the Vanserras. Azriel should be protesting very loudly, and yet, one goddamn look from Amren and he’d been forced to remain silent.
So here he was, waiting in the parking lot of their meet-up spot, dismounting his Kawasaki Ninja H2, and being forced to greet the members of the other biker group that had arrived earlier.
Rhys had insisted this group ride was to get rid of bad blood between the two groups and try to form some type of alliance so that nobody was punching anybody when meets happened or some idiot decided to rile one of his friends up at a bar.
He was now staring at Eris Vanserra’s hand, the leader of the opposing biker group, and being forced to bring his scarred hands forward to shake it. He didn’t ever see this in his future.
“It seems,” Eris mused. “That your little pal decided to pair us up.”
That was the second bit. Normally, he went out with a riding buddy from his own group. Commonly, it was Cassian and his new backpack, Nesta. However, Rhys had insisted that they would have a riding partner from the other group, and they must not get separated. Not even if one of them decides to run from the cops.
“Brother,” Azriel corrected with a lethal edge to his voice. Oh, he hated Eris. Of all Vanserras, Eris had to be the worst. Not just because of his attitude, but also because of what he’d done to Mor.
Mor had been riding alone, which has since been banned, and stumbled upon Eris. When a cop arrived and tried to chase them down, Eris decided to run for it, and in turn, caused Mor to get a couple of months in prison when she was caught. Eris had successfully run. Gods, what's worse was she even protected the guy and said she didn’t know him and met him at a gas station— the usual story.
“Ah, well,” Eris hummed. “I wasn’t sure.”
“Of course you weren’t,” Azriel muttered. Beron, the previous ringleader of the Vanserras, had died and it left his eldest son (a complete asshole) in his stead.
“Let’s gear up, I already see my brothers getting ready with your group,” Eris practically ordered.
“You don’t control me, Vanserra,” Azriel growled. It sounded close enough to what came out of a nice cruiser’s exhaust that even he was surprised by the tone.
Eris merely smirked. “Oh really?” He challenged. “Guess who has your keys.”
Azriel narrowed his eyes when Eris lifted a pair of keys in the air. His hands went to his pockets, where he’d left them, and came up empty. He huffed and yanked the keys from Eris’s hand. Only, he didn’t really. Eris lifted it a little higher.
“Now,” Eris mused. “Here are the rules, since you didn’t seem like you were listening back there.”
Back there, meaning when Rhys had been briefing everyone on the route.
“You follow the route, but you have to stay with your riding buddy at all times. If one of you needs gas, the rest of the group might not stop, but you do. If your buddy speeds up, you follow. Got it?”
“You’re not my buddy,” Azriel ground out, barely containing his rage at this point.
“Whatever the hell you want to call it,” Eris said, exasperated. “Don’t break the rules.”
“Fine, Vanserra,” Azriel said hauntingly. “I won’t break the rules.”
“Good,” Eris said, lowering Azriel’s keys. He quickly snatched them back, clutching them tightly.
Azriel turned to march back over to his bike, glancing at Rhys who gave him a sharp warning look, as if to say ‘Don’t break your composure brother.’
He was lucky Azriel didn’t feel up to a brawl with him right now. Instead, he lavished over his carbon fiber coverings on his H2, double-checked the gas because it was a hot day and then finally put on his helmet.
Luckily, he remembered to tighten the straps of said helmet, which matched the pattern of the carbon fiber on his bike, before he put on his gloves.
Lastly, he made sure his leather jacket was properly settled before mounting his bike. It started up just like it always did. A smooth, amazing sound of pure power coming from the exhaust. Oh, he’d spent a fortune to soup this bike up. With an extended swing arm, a souped-up engine (which could still be upgraded more, mind you) that was over 250 horsepower, and the nice carbon fiber he loved.
“Are you ready yet?” A haughty, slightly muffled voice came from in front of him.
He lifted his gaze and saw Eris on his brand new red 2023 Ducati V4 R. The nicest bike on the market, clearly showing his wealth. Azriel could tell now that Eris liked the Ducati brand because the last bike he had was another V4.
Azriel didn’t reply to Eris and merely revved his engine, popped his helmet cover down, and kicked the bike into first gear.
Eris popped his cover down and turned to head toward the entrance, where Rhys, and his backpack, Feyre, in addition to one of the many brothers of Eris were entering the roadway.
Eris rushed forward on his bike to get in line behind Amren. Azriel reluctantly pulled up beside him.
He smirked, hidden by his helmet, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Rhys taking off down the road. Ah, that Hayabusa was angelic-sounding.
Soon enough, it was their turn to start the ride. Eris glanced both ways before making the turn onto the road. Azriel followed.
The road they’d chosen to start on wasn’t one commonly regulated by cops and was overall blank. That said, Eris immediately upshifted and sped up. Azriel grunted and followed after the red streak. At least they’d be able to keep up with each other, Azriel thought. There weren’t many parts available for Eris’s new bike just yet that would make it reach a maximum. Azriel did, however, notice the exhaust was not stock. It certainly was not, because that sounded like pure speed escaping those pipes.
Quickly, Azriel was speeding up to ride just behind Eris. A light changed in front of them, and everyone began to slow. Rhys and Feyre glanced back at everyone, the organizers of this event, to make sure everyone made it out of the parking lot without dying just yet. Rhys had gotten the second oldest Vanserra to deal with, arguably one of the more pleasant ones.
Azriel flipped his helmet up. “Are we going this slow the entire time?” He asked aloud, planning for a snicker from Amren in front of him, or just one of his family laughing. Or even Nesta running forward to killswitch his bike yet again under Cassian’s order.
But no, it was Eris who replied.
“This too slow for the famed spymaster of the Starlights?” Eris mocked.
Spymaster was merely a name he got for himself when he put a muffler on his exhaust and snuck around. Or when he was silently watching someone fuck around at a bar from another group, to report back to Rhys. Easy to find them at a bar on a Friday night, especially when he knew which ones they favored. By this point, he knew what drinks they liked as well.
“Shut up,” Azriel retorted, and promptly flipped his helmet cover back down. He still heard Eris’s mocking laughter though.
Luckily, the light changed and everyone immediately flipped into first gear again to make the left turn. Azriel managed to make it in front of Eris for a second, but it wasn’t long before the redhead was taking advantage of the new two-lane road ahead to zoom past. They were already breaking speed limit laws, Azriel thought with a little thrill. There was always something so utterly adrenaline-inducing about riding his bike like this.
A quick check, and he noticed that everyone planned to break the law today. Everybody either had no license plate on, or it was flipped to where nobody would be able to catch a proper glimpse at it. Not that he was any different. He had an H2, of course he was breaking the law.
The highway was a few miles down the road, so they caught a couple more red lights before the real fun began. It was a Sunday morning. The best time to start fucking about. Eris was the first to turn into the entrance ramp, and Azriel leaned into the turn, speeding past Rhys to keep up with his “buddy.”
He upshifted two times before making it on the highway, seeing a blissfully clear stretch of road in front of them. Before he’d gotten an extended swing arm on his bike, he’d have been wheelieing like none other. He saw Eris switch into the left lane and downshift, speeding up immediately. Azriel rolled his eyes and followed suit, leaning against his gas tank to have better aerodynamics.
Oh, the thrill. Eris and Azriel were easily going more than a hundred miles an hour. Only after a few seconds of pushing their engines did Eris slow down. Azriel glanced back over his shoulder to check the other lane, slowing into a more casual 80 mph cruising speed. He also saw his family following after them. It appears they’d be leading the crowd for now. Azriel hoped Eris paid better attention to the route than he did because he was sure to forget all those twisting turns once they got off the highway.
Azriel rolled his eyes as he saw Eris speeding up again. His bike wheelied and Azriel sucked in a breath at the height before the redhead got control of it and slammed back down. Internally, he winced for the bike. That was a hard slam. He followed after Eris, externally grateful for not dealing with those heavy slams after a wheelie anymore.
Eris continued to speed up, pushing the limits of his bike on the clear straight of the road. Azriel grunted, twisting his thrust to keep up. Though that was only for a few moments. In a sense, Eris’s and his bike were able to go about the same speeds. He glanced down at his speedometer and grinned wildly when he saw the first number was a 2. He focused back on the road, moving out of the left lane to go around a car, now just behind Eris.
He stayed in that lane as Eris switched back to the left, still not slowing down. Unless his family had decided to zoom along with them, they were far ahead of them.
Eris suddenly began to slow down. And when Azriel describes suddenly, it meant Azriel went flying past him as Eris slowed quickly. Azriel let up on the gas, glancing back. Eris was clapping his clutch hand on his helmet.
Azriel looked to the other side of the highway and began to brake as well. There was a police car coming their way, who would hear their exhausts and speed and might as well come over the median to chase them down. That “no chase” law wasn’t in their state yet.
Eris looked like he was laughing as they both slowed to the sad speed limit of fifty-five. Azriel rolled his eyes, chuckling as well. They’d both panicked and that deserved a few laughs. Azriel hoped his family wasn’t as dumb as he was. Rhys might be, but he also had Feyre, so he’d be going slower than usual. Azriel was rarely impeded by a backpack. Sure, he picked up a few girls and guys, but that was rare nowadays.
Azriel and Eris decided collectively that they would take it a bit easier as they drove to their location. They still broke the speed limit, but that was irrelevant. They hit traffic a little bit into it, but with some lane splitting, they were zooming past easily.
After a bit, Azriel heard the familiar sound of bikes behind him, and he glanced back to see the rest of the group all bent over their bikes. Azriel moved to the far right of the road to let the faster bikes over, Eris following suit just behind him.
Eris pulled up beside him after they’d passed, looking at him, and then at the rest of the group, as if in question. Azriel smirked and then downshifted.
It was a good 30 minutes before they made it to their location, but that was faster than google maps, which said it would take an hour. Azriel put out the kickstand as soon as he had backed up into the place between Rhys’s and Eris’s bikes, sighing heavily as he reoriented himself to real-world speed. He tugged off his gloves, and then lifted his head to unbuckle his helmet, and then take it off.
He groaned as he dismounted the bike, his back aching terribly. That was the only bad thing about sports motorcycles, he decided. Leaning over them was not optimal for the human back.
He heard the familiar wild cackle of Cassian and looked up to see his brother sprinting up the steps of the playground they’d arrived at, and sliding down the long metal slide. He had no idea how Cassian wasn’t screaming from the heat that probably was coming off the thing.
Rhys patted him on his shoulder and Azriel half-turned to look at him. “Go have fun Az,” Rhys told him.
Azriel scoffed, but seeing the seriousness in Rhys’s eyes had him stuffing his gloves into his helmet, and laying it on his bike before jogging towards the playground.
Cassian was sprinting back for the steps, with Nesta hot on his tail. Azriel grinned, amused by his brother. Cassian somehow still fit his muscled, 6-and-a-half-foot frame into a tiny kiddie slide.
Azriel glanced around the playground, seeing a few things that looked intriguing enough to investigate, but his gaze settled on the swings. Sighing, he gave into the part of him that desperately wanted to play on the swings. He was always the kid who never got the chance to swing in school.
He sat down on the hard swing. It was a bit short, so he’d struggle to actually swing, but he might as well try. Or, that was his thought until Eris sat down on the swing beside him.
Azriel’s mouth went dry as he beheld Eris, his cheeks involuntarily heating. Eris had taken off his gear, besides the leather pants. Underneath, he was wearing a tight black tank top which left nothing to the imagination. His arms were comparable to Cassian’s, and Cass was addicted to the gym. Azriel worked out of course, but when was the last time he’d been able to observe another attractive man’s muscles? His gaze drifted lower to Eris’s abs. He let himself get no lower before turning to face forward again, closing his eyes a moment to clear his mind.
Naturally, it didn’t work.
Since when did Eris Vanserra get so attractive? He seriously wondered when. He should hate Eris with every fiber in his body and yet here he was, appraising his muscle structure and that sharp chin… amber eyes…auburn hair…full lips.
Azriel resisted a growl when he realized he had turned his head back toward the man who was now beginning to swing back and forth.
He grabbed onto both chains and began to swing himself, swallowing.
“Who knew that Azriel would like to swing on a playground?” Eris taunted.
“Who knew Eris Vanserra would?” Azriel countered immediately.
“Oh, I have no shame in this,” Eris chuckled. “Absolutely none.”
Azriel rolled his eyes, being forced to scoot forward on the swing a bit to spread his legs farther so his boots wouldn’t scrape so harshly against the ground and throw his momentum out the window.
He got higher and higher, ignoring Eris beside him and just enjoying the wind on his face, and not being overheated in his helmet.
Cassian yelled in their direction from the top of the slide. “ERIS AND AZRIEL ARE DOUBLE DATING! KISS! KISS!”
Azriel shot his gaze toward his brother instantly, and then back toward Eris, noticing that they were in fact, swinging synchronized.
Cassian slid down, banging against the side of it with a yelp, and then running towards the swing set. “Come on!” He sat with a smirk. “It’s tradition! Kiss!”
Azriel grunted as he immediately launched himself off the swing, flying towards Cassian. Cassian dodged to the side, Azriel landing heavily on his feet beside him.
“No,” Azriel growled in his brother’s ear.
There was another thump beside them. “Oh, dear Azriel, would it really kill you to kiss me?”
Azriel looked over at Eris with a shocked expression. “What?!” He said in disbelief. Did Eris want to kiss him?!
Cassian did the unbelievable and grabbed Eris’s and Azriel’s heads and began pushing them forward. Azriel stumbled, putting a hand out on Eris’s shoulder to catch himself while Cassian attempted to push their lips together.
“Don’t break tradition,” Cassian said playfully. “Come on Az!”
“I’ve heard a few rumors that you do take male lovers,” Eris said, resisting Cassian’s determined hand as well.
Azriel rolled his eyes. “I don’t have shame in that,” he retorted. “I’m not kissing you.”
“Ah!” Rhys said from behind them. “Come on Az, don’t break tradition.”
“How is this tradition?” He shouted, pulling his hand away from Eris’s shoulder only to put it right back as Cassian pushed more insistently.
“It’s in the rulebook!” Rhys replied. “And if it's not, I’m putting it there.”
“Why the hell do you both want me to kiss this idiot?”
Eris laughed, “Wow, I’ve moved up in the world. I’m not an asshole! I’m an idiot.”
“Because you keep ogling his muscles!” Cassian exclaimed. “Now come on-”
“I do not!” Azriel protests.
“Oh, did you think I didn’t see?” Eris purred, raising a hand to place it on the back of Azriel’s neck. “You love my muscles.”
Azriel groaned from the back of his throat, thoroughly frustrated. “I hate you all,” he muttered and finally leaned forward.
Eris let out a small chuckle and then pressed his lips to Azriel’s in a brief kiss. “There,” he said with a big smirk on his face.
Cassian laughed at his success and Rhys was clasping forearms with him in celebration.
Azriel couldn’t get the feel of Eris’s lips out of his memory, even when the moment had long since gone past and they began to ride back home.
One week later… Azriel found himself pinned up against the bathroom wall in a bar by a very particular auburn-haired male. 
He craved the feel of those lips on his again, so he made sure to get what he wanted and much more.
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