#I DON'T WANNA TAG ALL OF THEM . do I give them a joint tag. What on earth do I make it tho

[greenlanterns-light]

gyro wants me dead argopro wants me dead everyone wants me dead. can't take this shit anymore

[steddieas-shegoes]

i could listen all night

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is wanting to hear every detail of their day'

rated t | 803 words | cw: recreational drug use (weed) | tags: established relationship, stargazing, they're so in love

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"And it's not even that I'm worried about failing the test!" Steve said as he leaned back against the wall of their too-small balcony. "I did a practice test yesterday and only missed one question. I just feel like it's too easy."

"I think you're just smarter than you give yourself credit for, Stevie," Eddie said as he exhaled smoke.

"I don't think that's it."

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly.

They didn't love their apartment. It was on the third floor of a three story townhome that seemed to be a revolving door of large families who couldn't make rent after a couple of months. They'd get close to someone on the first floor and they'd be evicted two months later. They'd finally have a quiet neighbor below them only to find out it was an old man who was moved to a nursing home a month after moving in.

But they at least had this balcony that faced a parking lot of some business that was empty and closed by the time they needed to smoke.

And when Steve graduated, they could move closer to whatever school he ended up working at.

"What if I don't graduate?" Steve asked quietly, reaching out for the joint Eddie had just taken a third pull off of. "What if I'm doing all this for nothing?"

Eddie turned to Steve as much as he could, covered his hand in comfort. "If anyone knows what it's like not to graduate, it's me. And it's not the end of the world. It may feel like it at first, but just because you don't do it when you think you should doesn't mean you won't ever. You're smart and you work hard, sunshine, you're gonna graduate."

"You have to say that. You're my boyfriend."

"I don't have to say anything! I told you just this morning that you were stupid if you thought I wasn't gonna wake up just to kiss you goodbye," Eddie pecked his cheek and took the join back from him.

He knew Steve got emotional if he smoked too much, and he'd already reached the glassy eye part of the high. Better to stop him now.

"Other than your professor scaring you, what happened today?" Eddie asked casually. He wanted to hear about everything, and Steve liked talking about it.

"I had the best cup of tea. The library was giving free cups to students who donated $1 to the writer's club. So I guess it wasn't really free, but still, $1 for the best cup of tea I've ever had isn't bad." Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "I studied for an hour between classes and saw these two women making out. One was like, a lot older than the other and I'm almost certain she was a professor with a student. Don't know what that's about."

Eddie raised his brows, but stayed quiet as Steve continued.

"And then I managed to eat my sandwich after my second class. Best one you've made yet. Perfect ham to turkey ratio," Steve kissed his neck.

"Glad you liked it, sweetheart."

"Oh! And there's gonna be a student run show next Friday. I get two free tickets if you wanna go. Maybe we could make it a date night?"

"I think that sounds lovely. Write it on the fridge and I'll make sure I'm home in time to get ready for it," Eddie took one last drag from the joint before putting it out in the ash tray he grabbed from the flea market downtown when they first moved in. "Anything else today?"

"I got to sit outside and look at the stars with my boyfriend. That's been pretty nice," Steve whispered.

Eddie felt his cheeks heat up, never quite used to how easily Steve shared his love and affection. He'd been like that before they were even together, overwhelmingly honest.

"Was he good company?" Eddie teased, leaning his head on top of Steve's and looking up at the few stars they could see in the city.

"He's always good company."

Eddie kissed the top of Steve's head and settled back.

"What about your day?" Steve asked, sinking further into his side.

"My day was boring." Eddie sighed. "But we have new releases hitting the shelves tomorrow. Those days are always fun."

"Any you want?" Steve sounded tired.

It was barely eight at night, but the weed was hitting and he'd been up since five that morning going nonstop.

"Might grab this local band's demo. We're the only place carrying it and they're hoping to do a show in our basement next month, but we'll see. Brad said we had to see how the demos sell."

"Sounds like fun," Steve said.

"You wanna go inside, sweetheart?"

"Not yet. Keep talking. Wanna hear about everything."

"Mkay, baby."

[mrs-livvy]

Me & You: Chapter 3

Author's Note: Finally got this out! Life events and work has taken over but, we're here! Let me know if you want to be tagged in!

Word Count: 6,711 {went a bit overboard....nah}

Warnings: Some sexual nature, if you squint. Minors do not engage. 18+ only {if not, do what ya want. Don't say I didn't warn you}

Tag Squad: @tallulahchanel @ranikyani @slvt4her

Previously | Prologue | Characters

Without further ado, here we go!!!

The next few weeks, close to a month, didn’t go as planned. Ronnie and Terry both had to reschedule their next dates multiple times, due to work conflicts. With Terry being a firefighter, his schedule was unpredictable just as Ronnie’s. She assisted on a few major surgeries, which also took up her time. But they managed to have phone dates instead. Total of 8 FaceTime dates, 2 dates a week, just of them both doing meals together and showing progress along the way. Even sending each other Uber Eats meals too.

Luckily today, on a crisp fall Wednesday, they had managed to set a date. Yet this morning it was not going in Ronnie’s favor. She had a flat tire, and had to get that fixed. Another car, a cyber truck to be exact, almost hit her. Which sent her into a rage but she managed to be calm after. Then she almost hit a squirrel. With all that mayhem, it didn’t get hit. How she got a flat tire was confusing to her the most because she was parked in her driveway. But by the graces of heaven above, she made it on time to work.

On one of her breaks, of a short 8 hour shift, she went back to the pictures her mom and dad sent her, at the age of 8. It was something they mentioned in a brief conversation over the phone with her parents in a joint call, how she and Terry knew each other, but she didn’t remember at all. The only thing she did remember was the fall she had at that age, but that was about it. Looking at the picture of her and a young Terry, in matching early 2000’s fits, and not a care in the world. Her mom said it was a field trip to the zoo.

“How did I not remember this?” Ronnie mumbled to herself, scrolling through the pictures. Gotta love technology to restore things. She was also told she had a diagnosis of dissociative amnesia. She was told it could come back at any point in time, and her memories flood in. Hearing her timer go off, breaking her concentration down memory lane, she had to get back to work. 

For what seemed like 30 minutes, it was about 7 1/2 hours into completing her shift, all the while trying not to trip and fall, she helped out with patients; setting up prescriptions, preparing doctors and the nursing wing made for a full day. She was looking forward to the day to end, as she finished her rounds.

“So, you have another date planned for today huh?” Denise asked curiously, looking up from the reception desk computer. “Where At? And how was the first one? We've been meaning to ask that.”

“Texas De Brazil, and It was fun. Haven’t had that much fun in a while, honestly.” Ronnie let out a boastful laugh, scrolling through her phone. While replying to messages from Terry. “We’ve been busy lately, you know? He's with the fire station and I’m busy here and with school. So we did FaceTime dates.”

“Mhm, I bet. Did you get a kiss in?” Denise, asked mostly cause was nosey, as she kept an eye out for the doctors.

“No we haven’t, and I don’t know when that’ll happen. I wanted to when we went to Main Event. But he's a gentleman, y'know?” With a slight shrug, Ronnie sighed in defeat and went back to her work notes. “It doesn’t help that I want to climb that man like a tree. I’m not that experienced but I wanted him to kiss me at least.”

Cynthia patted her on the shoulder. “With men you gotta be upfront. But I also get it. Y’all both don’t wanna overstep boundaries and are weary of one another.”

“Thank you.”

“But girl, somethings gotta give.” Cynthia adds in after finishing her last notes with another doctor. “You want that man? You go after him before some piranha sinks their teeth in.”

“She’s right, you know. It’s best to just get it over with.” Densie added. “I gotta meet with Kennedy to go over hairstyles for the wedding.  And then I’ll text yall about the dress colors.” As she gathered her belongings, she gave the girls a hug and left to accomplish her errands.

“Yes please, because I gotta figure out my hair.” Ronnie smiled with glee, while fiddling with her hair. “I gotta figure out what to do exactly about Terry.”

“You’ll figure it out soon. You’re off anyway, and have a date to prepare for in 2 hours. Get to it.” Cynthia shooed her away, causing Ronnie to sigh in mocking defeat.

“Fine. Fine, I’ll go.” She gathered her stuff as well and headed to her car, breathing a sigh of relief. Hoping her thoughts would be calmed, yet they never stopped. The more they talked, the more she dreamed of becoming intimate with Terry. It did help her itch a scratch she had finally satisfied on her own. But she also was not the only one who has been having these sorts of dreams.

-On the other side of town, around 1pm-

Going to the gym was a way for Terry to decompress and unwind, when alcohol wasn’t involved. It made his daily tasks as a firefighter, ease his tension and on the go nature. Finding a job after being a Marine for so long was a feat in itself, but he made due. 

Every now and then he’d have thoughts of Ronnie. She’d just randomly pop up in his mind. His dreams however, were much dirtier and seductive than he thought. 

During one of his bicep curl reps, he envisioned Ronnie and himself in a very compromising position.

~Dirty Thoughts Start Here~

The sounds of mixed moans; grunts, faint gasps and whines echoed in the room, as Terry was giving his all to Ronnie. Her nails dragged along his toned muscular back, enticing him to go deeper and harder. The room was lit up in a subtle candle lighting, with rose petals everywhere. The obscure sight of red lighting made the mood sexier. “Mmm Terry...” Ronnie let out a soft moan, moving her right hand to caress the back of his head, as he moved his hips slowly against hers. His soft full lips danced against her neck, planting kisses in various places. Sucking on her pulse, her left hand gripped his arm tightly. “Fuck, yes Terry. What are you doing to me?” He chuckled darkly a bit, moving his hips faster, and he leaned back. Admiring how much he has her disheveled. “Making you feel good, my love. But I need you to do something for me.” They both gave each other a half lidded look, full of lust and hunger. “I want you to ride me sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” With a slight nod from Ronnie, Terry moved slowly and laid back on the bed. Ronnie, feeling confident in herself, climbed up on him and saddled him with grace. Without warning, she slid down and earned a deep moan from the former marine. “Fuck, Ronnie. You feel so good baby.” His hands went directly to her hips, gripping her and guiding her movements to ride him. “You like that baby? You like how I’m gripping, and riding you like this?” She rotates her hips in a circle, and Terry was practically on the verge of screaming cause it felt too good. “Damn, mama. Why are you fuckin me like this?” He moaned out in pure bliss, hazy from the euphoria. His head tilted back against the satin pillowcase, “Because you deserve it Terrance.” She slipped her hand around his throat to test the waters, and he moved his hips up forward deeper into her. “You deserve it all, and then some.” Terry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and the echo of his name being called over and over again. Thinking it was l the goddess on top of him. “Terry…Terry.”

“Terry! Yo! Terry!” Calvin called out to Terry, grabbing the weight plate before it slipped. With a snap back into reality, Terry looked around confused. “What?” Catching his breath, and moving one speaker off his ear, he looked around a bit. 

“Bruh you good?” Tyler asked with a concerned look on his face. “You were about to drop one of the plates on Isaac’s foot.”

“Which I’m glad you didn’t. Because I don’t need my sister getting on to me again about weight lifting.” Issac chimed in with a smile. He couldn’t join the guys last time, due to his assistant teaching job at Evergreen. But he managed to tag along with James, who is Terry’s brother. 

Terry looked around at the group, full of confusion. “I’m sorry guys. I just got a lot on my mind.” With a deep sigh, he rubbed his face. “Been up early with the fire station and trying to figure out other stuff.”

He had to lie to them because all he could think about was Ronnie. Over the last few FaceTime dates, just talking to her and laughing with her, he couldn’t sleep. The familiar thoughts he had when they first met, all came flooding back. Little did he know, when they met at a football game, That wasn’t the first time they met.

“Other stuff, huh? Like what? Going on a date with Ronnie?” His brother James had let out a slight chuckle, while tapping up his hands to prepare for a spar session. “Last time I checked, you couldn’t fathom a sentence around her, when we were like 8. But now, you’ve gone on 4 dates with her.“

“I don’t know how you remember that, cause I don’t at all.” Terry’s well trimmed right brow arched in confusion at the sudden confession of a past memory he had now recollection of. “And it’s been 8, going on 9. Get your facts straight.”

“My mistake.” James raises his hands in defeat with a sly smirk. “Calvin, will just be your spar partner then, since you can’t take a joke.”

“You not finna get me beat up.” Calvin interjected, and stood by Donovan, Riley and Jeremiah who all let out a boastful laugh. “Terry said you’re sparing with him, that’s your brother.”

Isaac chimed in. “Better get it over with, before we tell Dannie you chickened out.”

“Please don’t tell that lady anything.” James groaned but smiled anyway. He loves his wife with all his being, but didn’t want her roasting him.   

“He’s right, you know.” Terry smirked and hopped in the boxing ring with his gear on. “Come on now, and get ya ass kicked pipsqueak.”

James groaned in agony and went into the ring to spar with the gentle giant. Going 3 rounds, 10 minutes each, and calling it a draw at the final bell. “Alright, alright. Times up. Hit the showers.” James folded and caused Terry to laugh in a boisterous manner.

“You’re right. Besides, I have a lady to pick up for our date. I’ll catch up with y’all later.” Waving them off, Terry headed to his truck to freshen up properly at home.

Upon arriving at home he decided to call his mom and mention what his brother had brought up. Low and behold there was an incident that happened when he and Ronnie were 8 and 9. They grew up together, met through their parents at the local neighborhood park. And one random day while playing, Ronnie fell out of a tree and Terry tried to catch her. Causing them both to fall and land on their heads.

Causing them to be in the hospital for a week. After all that happened, they were diagnosed with acute amnesia. But it got better over time as a whole. Later on in the same year, Terry’s dad had gotten a new job opportunity. Which had them move to another state for a while. They moved back to Texas when the kids were in high school and decided to have them all closer to family. The conversation went on for about an hour and a half.

“Well I guess that makes sense.” Terry sighed deeply and rubbed his face in confusion. “That would explain why I felt so close to her and I never realized it.” 

Dionne, Terry's mother, had chuckled gently. “It was a traumatic moment for us all Terrence. We didn’t know when you both would wake up. Luckily you both did.”

“So her parents have pictures of us together? In an album?” He asked curiously, while looking at the clock. He still had enough time before his date.

“Yes they should.” She added gently. “If not, I’ll ask her parents tomorrow to bring it over to the block party next week.”  

“That might just work.” Terry nodded a little, and then a notification popped up on his phone. It was from his dad. Upon opening it, he saw a picture of two little kids in matching outfits. It was him and Ronnie. “Dad sent a picture of us together at the state fair. I’m guessing he’s in the room with you.”

“Why yes he is.” She chuckled sweetly, glancing over at her husband, who was sitting on the couch not too far from her at their home. “Oh! That’s when Kathrine, Ronnie’s mother, had made you both matching dashikis. Oh it was so cute.” Mrs. Dionne sighed happily at the memory.

“Yellow and purple. It was her favorite color and mine.” His memory started to slowly come back to that day.  “Also because our dads are-“

“Que Dogs. Yup, that is correct. And her mother and I are line sisters of Alpha Kappa Alpha.” His mother added. “See, it’s coming back to you somehow.”

“Somewhat. But yes.” With a gentle smile, Terry got up from his couch in his condo, and headed towards his shower upstairs. In his primary bedroom. “Well, I thank you for the brief history lesson Ma. I gotta get ready to meet with the special lady.”

“Well, I am glad I got to help out a bit. It was only a matter of time before any of us could really explain.” She added, and signed sweetly. “Please tell her I said hello. Will you dear?”

“I will Ma, thank you. Love you.” 

“Love you too son.” She hung up and left Terry to his own devices and thoughts. Leading to a pleaser evening ahead.

“Lord, what am I gonna do with all this information?” Rubbing his face in confusion and happiness, he switched his gears to getting ready. “Anyway. Let’s get my mind and body ready.” 

After about 30 minutes to an hour, and a nice warm shower, he spritzed some of his favorite cologne and began rubbing the Shea butter in his hands to moisturize his body. Terry managed to keep himself well taken care of after he met Ronnie because she helped him get together. A sudden smile appeared on Terry’s face as the memory of Ronnie and her smile became visible in his head. He needed to get his head out of the clouds and focus but he didn’t want to.

Looking at his outfit he had laid out before him on his king sized bed; a black turtleneck long sleeve dress shirt, tapered black slacks and his black suede loafers. Next to the outfit was a jewelry box, and in the box was a double gold set Cuban link chain and a matching bracelet. The smaller necklace under the Cuban link was subtle enough for him to wear everyday. It was a gift from Ronnie for Terry, for passing his exams at the fire academy, for becoming a firefighter.

“This woman has been in my head since I got back into town. And she’s having me wear a gold chain.” A warm smile appeared on his face. “I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

Putting on his Invicta Watch, as final touch, he checked himself out one last time before heading to the truck to pick up Ronnie. The drive wasn’t so long, about 20 min to her house. To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Something about Ronnie made his heart jump, amongst other things. The tension he felt when he was around her, was like no other. Looking over at the sunflower and roses bouquet he had for her, something I remembered her saying she loved during one of their FaceTime dates, he knew he had to get it right.

Parking the truck in front of her house, bouquet in hand, he made his way to the front door. “I hope this goes well.” He mumbled to himself as he rang the doorbell. 

Upstairs, Ronnie had finally put on her small gold hoops and checked herself out in the mirror. “Coming!” She called down. 

Putting on the final touches, she gave herself a once over. She had on a fitted long sleeve black sweater dress that hit her at the knees; a small gold Invicta watch on her left wrist; a small matching necklace and a few gold stack bracelets on her right wrist. “I shouldn't have picked this dress.” She mumbled to herself because the dress itself showed off her curves like nobody’s business. She was all natural too and tried to hide it a lot.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets do this. This is your season Veronica. You got this.” With one final pep talk, she slipped on her gold Louboutins heels, a graduation gift from Terry, grabbed her small bag that held her essentials, and headed downstairs. Opening the door she was met with a tall well dressed Terry, with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He looked at her and his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure what to do as his voice was caught in his throat. 

“Veronica, you look amazing.” He was able to muster, as a sweet smile graced his face. The way his body was reacting to the sight before him, was not needed at the moment. He handed her the flowers in a sweet gesture. 

“Oh Terrence, these are beautiful.” Smelling them gently, she smiled at him. “You remembered.” He hadn’t heard her say his full name like that in years. She hadn’t heard anyone say her full name either. Which made it sound like honey coming from. Even now, her body was betraying her too. The pool of heat between her thighs formed and she shifted slightly. This was going to be a long night.

“Only the best for the queen. And was this on purpose with the matching?” Terry had asked with a raised brow in question, with a smirk. “And I see you’re wearing your graduation gift too.” The thought crossed his mind at the thought of having said heels up by his head. He needed to get his thoughts straight.

Looking down at her own outfit and then up at his, with a smirk herself. “Nah. I just like black because it’s slimming.” With a slight shrug, she sat the flowers down on the side table by the couch, grabbed her coat and locked the door behind her. “And I see you wearing one of the necklaces and bracelet sets I got you. It suits you.” The way she envisioned grabbing the chain itself to pull him down to kiss her, was very vivid.

“Thank you. Alright, let’s go have dinner. Ladies first.” He gestured for her towards his truck, and she walked in front of him. Just see what she kept hiding from everybody. The curves were dangerous on this woman and he wanted to hold and grab them so bad. “Damn. That’s what you’ve been hiding from me? You’ve gotta show it off more often, sugar.” And there it was. The slight southern accent he kept hidden.

“Hush up and get the door, Terry.” Ronnie felt her face heat up a bit from embarrassment, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckled and opened the truck door for her, helping her inside, then jogged a bit to the other side to head to their destination.

“I can’t help it that you look good, mama. Like really good.” Giving her a quick glance as they drove to the restaurant. “Why do you hide yourself the way that you do?” The question hung like a crystal chandelier. It was the question that Ronnie always asked herself. 

“As cliche as it may sound, I’m not exactly like other women that get praised a lot.” With a deep sigh, she looked out the window as the raindrops danced on it. Ever since she was little, from what she could recall, she was teased for being taller than everyone else. Along with having a darker complexion than others and being curvy. Being curvy her whole life was never a curse but just hindered her greatly. 

Nobody wanted her for her mind and personality, just for her body. Hence why her and Christian didn’t work out at all. He just wanted sex and that’s not what she wanted. Upon arriving at the restaurant, in his mind Terry was just boggled by the fact that she never felt like herself. Let alone made herself feel good. He wanted to make it his mission to make sure she felt like the queen that she is.

“Give me your hand.” Parking the truck in a good spot at the restaurant, Terry held Ronnie’s hand and looked directly into her eyes. Pools of green and blue, made contact with dark brown and hazel. The pulse of electricity danced between them as the sudden moment felt relaxing in comfort. “I may have been gone for a bit but, I do know for a fact that Veronica Dupree is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Terry…” Ronnie’s voice hitched in her throat, as she took in the words. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” 

“I hope so, cause you deserve everything and then some.” Helping her out the truck, he held her hand and didn’t wanna let go.

Over dinner they discussed their busy schedules and what’s been going on lately. Family events and such, including the upcoming block party for his parents. 

“I remember you asking me to braid your hair before you left for the Marines.” Ronnie chuckled a little, before eating a bite of her salad from the salad bar. “I didn’t know what I was doing but it looked good.”

Terry smiled and nodded, just admiring her beauty as a whole. The woman before him was a marvel to behold. “I remember that too. You knew exactly what you were doing, don’t downplay yourself.” 

“Aight, aight. Fine. Yes I do know a thing or two about braiding.” Ronnie smiled back and took in the scene before her. This gentle giant of a man, dressed in black and gold accents, wanted to be on a date with no one else but her. And that scared her a bit because she didn’t want to lose him to her own insecurities. That’s what she feared the most and what happened last time, hence why she’s kept herself guarded so much. 

Yet with Terry, she felt a bit different with him. She could be herself around him and have no regrets. The days and nights she dreamt of him, only made her want him more. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughed and smiled. The way his dimples would appear just by a slight smirk. His face was truly sculpted by the Gods themselves. Her wet dreams didn’t help at all, especially since she’s front and center looking at his lips. Those full lips that she wanted on every winch of her body so desperately, she would have to beg him to kiss her. Don’t get her started on his body. It was making her want to drag her nails down his back, making it up for him to remember her by. Every time he’d look at it, he would know it was because of her. She wanted to mark her territory so badly but there read one issue with that; she wasn’t as experienced as other women. She didn’t trust anyone to take her virginity, and made the commitment to keep it that way till she was ready.

For Terry when it came to Veronica, he’d move hell and earth to get to her. The way he craved her like a starving man in the Sahara was unimaginable. The way he looked at her as well was like a hungry lion ready for a hunt. His own dreams weren’t as bad as one seemed, they were sultry and seductive. He likes to take his time with things and in said dreams he took his time in his head with Ronnie. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel good and come undone by him and him alone. He wanted her desperately but on her own terms. He was entranced by how her features made her look like a cat, graceful and agile. Her curves were hidden a lot but, left a lot to imagination, he wanted to grip her tightly. The feeling of his hands on her body were what he craved the most. He just needed the signal from the lady herself.

They both didn’t know if now would be a good time to bring up the pictures their parents sent them. But Terry felt like going first.

“Now you’re looking at me like a lion in heat.” Ronnie spoke in turn, taking him out of his daze. “You good over there, Mufasa?” Mentioned his nickname, he chuckled. There was that sexy ass smirk he loved seeing on her face, breaking his concentration. He wondered what other faces she’d make while on top of her. 

“Uh yes I’m fine Sarabi. Just fine.” Returning the smile back to her, and the nickname he gave her, she bit her bottom lip in desire. “You mentioned earlier that you needed to tell me something important over dinner. What was it?”

“Ah yes.” Back to the matter at hand, Terry proceeded. “I know this may be random but according to my parents, we’ve met before. As in before the time we met at the football game.” His nerves were getting to him, his right foot was jittery. 

Ronnie looked up from her plate that contained several pieces of steak and some veggies. Giving him a reassuring look. “Oh? How could that be?” She knew what he was talking about. She didn't know how to come out with her photos.

“Something about us falling out of a tree, and being in the hospital for about a week. Diagnosed with dissociative amnesia.” He proceeded.

“Which can improve over time, with medication or helpful moments to regain the memories.” Looking at him with undivided attention, she held his hand this time. Rubbing the back of it with her thumb. “I know. I didn’t know how to bring it up to be honest with you.”

“So you know too, but not fully.” Terry sighed slightly, giving her assured smile. “Well looks like we gotta go down memory lane together, huh?”

“Looks like it. But I don’t mind at all.” Returning the smile, Ronnie sighed in content. “I need to run to the ladies room real quick, I’ll be back.” Without thinking, Ronnie planted a kiss on his cheek, before heading to the restroom to freshen up.

Leaving Terry at the table to gather his thoughts, and bush a bit like a freshly picked Gala apple in the fall. “Ok Richmond. Time to put your plan into action.” Breathing in and out deeply, he got the attention of their waitress to select a dessert and write a special message on the plate. “I hope this goes well.”

After freshening up a bit along with collecting her thoughts, and letting the girls know in the group chat how things are going, Ronnie went back to the table and was met with a surprise. “Terry, what is this?” Little rose petals all on the table, a few tea candles lit up and just a smiling Terry with love in his eyes.

“Veronica. I know we’ve only been going on dates for a month but, we’ve known each other for years. Well technically it seems like our whole lives. I’m willing to go down memory lane with you, if you are with me.” He began, holding her hand and loved her reaction to seeing the chocolate cake slice appear in front of her. In chocolate syrup on the plate, was written 'Be My Girlfriend?’ With her heart beating practically out of her chest, she gave him a teary eyed look.

No one has ever gone through this much just to date her. She felt like she was in a fairytale. She could say she was in love with him but she didn’t want to jinx it too early. So, will you?” Terry asked with a soft tone, with hope in his eyes. He’s never felt this way about anybody before and this was huge for him. To say he was in love was an understatement, but he didn’t wanna jinx it either. Ronnie gave him a soft nod yes. “Yes. Yes I will.” The pair hugged tightly and the restaurant cheered happily for them. Even though it was just a small proposal to be boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Of course she dove into the cake with ease and no regrets. “I’m shocked you remembered one of my favorite cakes.” Ronnie smiled with happiness and bliss. 

“How could I not? You had something similar, on our 3rd date at the diner at 5th and Harvard. Before I left for the Marines.” Terry smiled back.

Offering a nod with ease and prowess, Ronnie just smiled at him and offered to share the cake slice.

After enjoying the dessert and walking around a bit to enjoy the scenery, Terry dropped Ronnie off at home. Walking her to her door, he was still nervous. Why? Because he wanted to kiss her so bad. He was craving some sort of touch from her other than hand holding.

“I’m hoping it does go well.” His voice was soft and tender, just enough for them both to hear. Standing at her door, all anxious about what to do next. The energy pulled them both closer than expected, nose to nose touching gingerly. Along with the feel of need and want radiating. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you, since I got back into town.” Terry spoke just above a whisper, placing his hand gently on her face. Rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve been wanting you to, for a very long time.” Ronnie bit her bottom lip, looking at him cautiously. Her back against her door, looking directly into his eyes. Her heels helped with the matching height. Not knowing what his next move would be. “Don’t keep me waiting this time.”

With a devious smirk on his face, he pulled her in closer by her waist,  for a kiss that was needed more than anything. The kiss felt needed and desperate. Their lips fit together like a puzzle. A soft moan escaped Terry’s lips as Ronnie’s tongue teasingly danced across his bottom lip, to gain further access. He obliged her, giving her further leverage to deepen the kiss even more. He had to hold her hips still, to not rock against him so much because he wouldn’t control himself if the situation arose, to something else that neither of them were ready for just yet.

Her decorative rings on her fingers danced along his shoulders and laid on the back of his neck. The sheer force of lust pulling them forward towards each other, made her chest hit his in ecstasy. This kiss was wanted, this kiss was needed. This kiss was everything and then some.

Pulling back from each other, they both caught their breath. “Wow.” Ronnie felt her chest heave up and down, trying to regain focus. “That was um-”

“Something. That was something else.” Terry finished her sentence, smiling like a Cheshire Cat over at her. Causing Ronnie to feel her face heat up and turn a slight shade of red. “I don’t remember you kissing like that. Imma have to get that again later. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Let’s see how the rest of this goes, Richmond.” Causing her to giggle sweetly. “I might give you another one.” Her whole body was radiating heat, from her head to her yellow painted toes. Wiping her lip gloss off his full lips, cautious to not have dirty thoughts.

“Well I better get going. I got an early shift in the morning.” Graciously kissing her again, he also placed a kiss on her head. “I’ll talk to you in the morning?” Terry made sure Ronnie was comfortable. Holding her hand in the process, causing more heat to form in between her legs. This man is something else. She thought to herself.

“Yes you will.” Stealing one more kiss from the gentle giant, she felt at ease. “Goodnight Richmond.” 

“Goodnight to you too, Dupree.” Terry made his way back to his truck, feeling 1000 lbs lighter and happier. Ronnie headed inside to get ready for her nightly shower and to get ready for bed.

“Oh my god, I gotta call the girls. Even if it’s late.” The realization hit Ronnie like a ton of bricks, as she slid down her bathroom door. She spent the next 2 hours talking to them about the date and how it all went. “Ok now, time to get ready for bed.”

“I just kissed Ronnie Dupree. Man oh man.” Upon making it home, Terry rubbed his chin and chuckled. “And what a kiss it was.” Making sure he had everything in place before going to bed, he set his alarm for 5am.

The next several hours of sleep for them both were of course, anything but normal. The wet dreams got more and more intense. Causing them both to wake up in night sweats, and heavy breathing. 

At the fire station, Terry was able to make time to call Ronnie on his break. She picked up without hesitation. “Well good morning Mr. Richmond.”

“Good morning to you too, Mrs. Dupree. I’m glad I could catch you this early in the day.” His smile was as bright as a megawatt lightbulb. He loved hearing the sound of her voice with her slight southern twang. “How’s your shift going so far? 

“I’m glad you could catch me. So far so good, nothing too hectic.” She glanced at her notes and sighed gently. She was nervous to ask him but wanted to anyway. ”There’s something I wanted to ask you actually and I hope I’m not being too forward.” Taking the conversation to her car, to keep folks from eavesdropping, she found what she was looking for, digging through her purse.

“Oh and what is that?” His curiosity intrigued him.

“I have the medical gala in Atlanta coming up, and I wanted to know if you’re free for a week to come with me. Seeing as though the block party/anniversary get together for your parents is tomorrow.” Looking at the prestigious invite in her hand for the event, she was nervous to just ask him.

Terry thought about it for a split second. A mini vacation with his lady didn’t seem too bad. Although it was for work purposes. “I think I can manage that. I have a lot of vacation hours anyway I need to use.”

Ronnie felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “Great! I’ll send you the details and such tonight. Hoping we can have an inside date tonight.”

“Are you asking me out now?” Terry teased through the phone, causing Ronnie to laugh.

“Maybe I am. Unless you’re too busy for your girlfriend.” The smirk she had on her face was priceless. 

“Oh so you’re throwing that now.” Terry sighed happily with a laugh. “Only been one for 24 hours, and you’re already using your title proudly. Besides that’s what you told my ex at the mall a month ago, right? That you’re my boyfriend.”

“Oh of course. I hope my boyfriend uses his title proudly too.” Ronnie asked in a matter of fact tone, checking her timer for her lunch break to end.

Terry smiled through the phone as if Ronnie could tell he was. “Absolutely. Not letting you get away this time. Just haven’t told anybody yet.”

“Which is fine because I haven’t either. Just told my friends we kissed, but that’s about it.” Ronnie went back inside the building, to get her notes for her next patient.

“I figured you would.” He chuckled, and sucked his teeth a little. “That was some kiss wasn’t it? Couldn't stop thinking about it.”

Ronnie felt her face heat up a bit at the thought. “Neither could I Terry. Neither could I.” Looking at the clock, it was time for her ro go back. “Well hopefully we can share another kiss again soon. I gotta get back to work.”

”I hope so too. No worries, we can actually pick this up tomorrow. I have something planned for after work I gotta take care of.” Terry had to get back to work himself. “I shall call you later with the details for tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan. Talk to ya later.” Ronnie hung up first and went back to calling her rounds feeling nervous about Seeing his parents again after the homecoming for Mike. This time it was under different circumstances. Along with feeling some unwavering tension come over her. 

Terry on the other hand was thrilled to have her come along with him to this block party. It wasn’t unheard of to have former partners at these things show up but, this time he was having Ronnie at his side. But something told him, something was off. Giving one of his marine friends a call, he needed to get this task done. 

“Hey Jason, It’s Terry. Remember that favor, I asked you? Yes, the very same, I need it now.” He sighed and typed away on his laptop, going through all the files he had opened. The conversation had lasted about an hour and he got all the information he needed. “Thanks man. I owe you.” The dangerous smirk on his face was anything but coy. He needed to get rid of this pest, and scare tactics were the only way he knew how.

Upon going through her notes and finishing up with a patient, Ronnie figured out what the uneasy feeling was. She hasn’t seen or heard from Christian in a minute. Why would she want to? Because he’s always creeping up somewhere to bother her. Ever since Terry came back into town, it’s been getting worse. Last time this happened, he did something horrible to get her attention. 

“Veronica. You might want to come see this.” Delaney, one of the other nurses, had called for her to come over. “Now I know you and Christian are over but, you might wanna tell him to stop sending you stuff.”

Ronnie was confused as to why she said that till she saw what was left for her. “What are you talking- oh shit.” What she faced was a large bouquet of flowers, daisies and calla lilies to be exact. There was a card with it too. 

“See you at the block party, gorgeous. Hope you don’t run flat on those vocals. With love, Christian.” After reading the card aloud, she started sneezing like crazy. He knows she is allergic to both flowers and got them anyway.

“This dude is trying to kill me.” Covering her face with a tissue, she read the card again carefully. “Run flat. What does he mean by that? Did he flatten my tires this morning?” Coming to a realization that he’s trying to make her life suffer, was not a good look.

“These can go to the other patients. Divide them up evenly please.” Delaney nodded with haste and had other nurses help.

Ronnie had to take matters into her own hands before telling Terry. Because only god knows what he’d do to protect her.

[edai-crplpnk]

Hello (:

Mind if you share some list of KankuKiba favorites fics of yours? Or where can I find some recommendations? Suddenly I wanna read about them but I don’t wanna filter them by kudos or # comments on AO3. Feel free sharing of your own jobs.

(You can omit this of course) Thank you! Have a nice day.

Of course! I haven't been reading a lot lately so all the fics I have to mention are a bit old, and maybe you know them already, and also maybe there are more recent gems that I don't know about, but I've got those.

Thirst, by kranquro

60k words, canonverse, action and pining

Kiba and Kankurou work on a joint mission in the Land of Wind and pine for each other while Kankurou is meant to be arranged marriage very soon. Lots of tension (sexual, but really not just that). I really like their dynamic, it's funny, it's angsty, it's hot, it's nuanced and real. The more plot and mission part is really well built too and intersects with the pining in a very well balanced way, love it.

(Note: There's also a little sequel in the series that is nice!)

20 Tracks - Kankuro collection, by shadowstrangle

65k words, canonverse, a bit of action and a lot of romance

Our little internalised homophobia and alcohol abuse Kankurou treat. I can never turn down one of those. Kankurou's very far into the closet when Kiba sort of busts the door open, I suppose. It's a lot about Kankuro figuring that out and the two of them being cute, but there is also some political plot around the political consequences of Kankurou being gay. There are some scenes that have really stuck with me hard.

If I had a criticism it would be that I'm not wholly fond of the trope of Konoha being super liberal and Suna being super conservative and that the political side of things is sometimes a bit simplistic in that area. But it's still nice, it has still surprised me in good and subtle ways in its development, so still a fic I love.

(Note: It comes with read-along songs that are great, and that's what made me want to do the same thing for Haemorrhage!)

Blanket Retrieval Arc, by HelloThereGhoul

25k words, modern college au, mostly fluff

Kiba and Kankurou live in the same college dorm and stumble upon each other. Classic meet cute. They're sweet and funny and crushing babies. Very soft, I thoroughly enjoyed it, several times.

(Note: The fic is technically abandonned? The author said they had plans for more and stopped, but it's written up to the point when they get together and it doesn't feel like it's lacking an ending to me.)

Time to heal, by Lycka

110k words, modern au, figuring out relationships and trauma

Kankurou and Kiba meet at a time where Kankurou is looking over Gaara who is in rehab. They start dating a bit but Kankurou initially identifies as ace and it causes a lot of doubts and questions about how that could work out between them.

It's not in the tags and there's no warning so I feel like I need to add it: there are mentions and non-graphic memories of incest and one other instance of sexual assault in it.

This one is a bit of a wild card. The author's note mentioned that it was their first time writing in English and that the first chapter was not representative of their current writing. So I decided to give it a go and trust that it would improve over the course of the fic, which it really did. This fic has really good scenes that I've reread a bunch of times, but : 1 It's true that the first chapters are really not at the level of the ones down the road so you have to be willing to work with that. 2 It becomes quite KankuKiba centric, but it starts GaaNaru centric, there is also a bit of SasuNaru and a bit of SakuTema. 3 It's abandoned, but the author left a last chapter to summarise the plot that they didn't write up until the end and the KankuKiba part of the fic is not what is left hanging.

Overall, some interesting and good things, but a lot of variety in both quality and content. I've read it once whole, and I'm very happy I did, and then several times just the (KankuKiba) parts that I was really involved in.

While I'm here I will briefly do a little self-promo recap of my own KankuKiba stuff but let it be know it's almost exclusively smut. They're just like that.

I have a series of KankuKiba kinky T4T smut. Canonverse. Shino is also involved in some. I hope to write non-smut in this AU eventually (mostly just pregnant Kankurou fluff), but I have none yet.

I have a modern AU with KankuKiba in a polycule (KankuKiba, KibaShino, ShinoHina). There is a bunch of smut, and a long fic about them getting together that I have yet to finish. I started it two years ago so I too am a bit insecure about my old writing in it, but I love this AU a lot so I still hope to finish it eventually. I update sporadically.

And finally, I have a KankuKiba hook-up fic in my beloved other modern AU. I have ideas to write them again in this AU, maybe not even smut, but I don't know when that'll happen.

That's it for this time I think! Thank you for asking, I hope you will like them. (Anyone passing around this post please feel free to reblog with your own rec!!)

[theboredasexual]

Intro post, wow, omg

Hello there. Not sure why you bothered to view my profile because I really don't do much on this site aside from reblog, post art and occasionally create only-slightly-coherant rambles. I am genderqueer, I use they/them pronouns most of the time and i am also lesbian and asexual.

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Me!

Lesbian

They/them/he/she/xe/xem (in order of how much i use them)

IDFK MY GENDER DONT ASK

Very complicated relationship with religion but I was brought up Christian and I do believe in god, and some aspects of Christianity, but its all rather murky.

Obsessed with my hair, AFTG, Bodies, THG, and various youtubers, mainly minecrafters and video essays.

𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽

𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓻𝓾𝓷-𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

My alts!

@bodies-needs-a-fandom: a blog dedicated to an obsession show of mine with a much too small fanbase

@lute-hates-you: a mediocre RP blog in the hellaverse on this site. I answer asks with what I hope to be funny, in-character responses. That said. I have not posted in like half a year and i doubt i will again so just ignore this one.

@meanwhile-in-aevynfall: Joint blog with @kreeative-error where we (want to) post about our oc's and the book we're writing! Tumblr algorithm kinda hates that content, but who knows, maybe it'll pick up one day. Support there is appreciated.

@fruit-icus: Side blog basically, i dont know how to define it, go look at the blog if u rlly wanna know its basically this with more thoughts less shitposts

i have a couple others which may one day be revealed to the masses, but today is not that day

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭

Asks!!

I love getting asks okay, trust. Send me asks. Do it. You can send me asks about these things:

Anything as long as it isnt bigoted or creepy or nsfw (i am a minor and also asexual pls no)

Palestine related things. That should go without saying but I'm saying it anyway - I check out pretty much all the asks I get (although i probably miss some sometimes) and as long as the gfm seems legit I am happy to promote it. Please do not send me asks for unvetted campaigns, though.

MY OCS!!! I love my ocs. i could talk about my oc's for hours.

Anything else idk man

I am unlikely to respond to DM's, but you're welcome to give it a shot anyways.

𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮

My tags (i am so gonna forget these...)

Salmon Made A Post [For when I OG post]

Salmon has a brain [For when i have opinions and rants]

I Am Screaming [I'm very passionate and/or pissed about this subject]

Salmon fanposts [..self explanatory]

My art [we all know what this is]

Silly Goofy [me being silly goofy]

This is a tiny blog and I basically just scream into a void on it. I want to get back into posting art but currently I'm in a bit of a slump :/

𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮'𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮

𝓘 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭-𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

Lyrics are from, in order: Sunset on Summerville (Madds Buckley), Mad Dog (The Crane Wives), Wine and Wheat (Madds Buckley), Time Will Change You (The Crane Wives), and Metaphor (The Crane Wives)

Page Dividers are from this post

[l3m0ngal5]

Mafia au

"So how to go guys" I smiled at My Returning friends Vasilia Pushed a foil wrapped something In my hands " Good news , benjamin , its a sandwich shop" heath stepped forward and cut her off Causing the freakishly tall woman to Stare daggers into her Equally Tall friend " It turns out he knows an old friend of mine and he's just some ex Dinosaur Bone specialist" The final one of the theey members who volunteered was Mara and all she did was had Me a picture Was only one word living her mouth "grumpy" The free of them Left . I looked down at the picture he What's good looking! And he made sandwiches I smiled at the concept I never really believed in Soul mates but he was checking all the boxes as I giggled I bit into the Panini And I was suddenly in heaven The flavors Wher mixing into Each other bouncing and changing Beautifuly. " You ain't got a name tag" I smiled the true is .I knew his name I just needed to hear it " I don't like strangers knowing my name" My smile didn't waver I like a challenge " mines benny, benny sharp" He rolled his orange brown eyes I watch them glint from side to side The light trying to hide behind the black Glasses that adorned his face " You're not gonna leave me alone till I tell you" With a sigh he finally caved " Champagne mcgreger" My Smile widened at the win As I loudly told him that He Was now on my top ten list of names" He groaned And yet a smile was hidden behind it I'm with that.I knew I was gonna show up every week and I did I talk about robot and he'd talk about His old Job " One of them actually tried to put the tail joint into a leg once" I could go into my sandwich As he continued " So I guess this is better even if I did get Frattened a Few nights ago He said if I ever Enter his Street again I'd get a New hole" I smile Through my anger , giving him some extra money " Compensation for me not to tell in my stories" The glinting circle once again appeared in his eyes I smiled at it before Leaving my happy go lucky Damina dropping " Kayla Find out which idiot Been Threatening people down on pill-Street" " Woah ben never sees as angry before How about we Gather The gang and get a drink Tomorrow night" I gave a nod my anger dissipating I let my usual smile return.and jumping into a conversation with mara " So you've been talking to that champagne guy, he's grumpy.And he makes sandwiches" Mara joined us after I helped to get away from a bad relationship Becoming one of are Best assets and one of the best at reading me Specially since we're quite similar When it comes what we're looking for in a man ,What do you think i'm Sending war against pill-Street She Loudly laughed " You're a hopeless romantic" She was right I enjoyed Threatening the Ally rat who said those word. The next day walking to the sandwich shop Champagne gave his light groan As he got started on , my sandwich didn't even need to ask " Remember that guys I mentioned he showed up here and apologised" My smile grow thinking about his safety " Good good good Hey you wanna join me for some drinks tonight Don't worry my friends will be there" His eyes circled Behind his yes. When he showed up , he looked Better than usual Just

Removing the apron made him Look Different in a good way Hey gorgeous I blabbed out " You have a lot of friends" I put my arm around his back Supportively Don't worry you're gonna be fine and It was so we ended up Chatting with silly I Tell one of the stories champagne hadn't already heard How l Built my Fastest car leaving out the mafia Parts I knew I couldn't tell him " So that's really possible How are you Such a Cartoon genius" I shrugged as v chimd in Some of her fashion stories Even give you a compliment to champagne outfit Things are going great until the Gorgeous sandwich got a little too drunk So I took him back to mine He looked So tired so I let him Half the bed and whispered to his unconscious body " I promise to give you anything you need". He woke up confused after I told him he actually got almost emotional " Thanks benny Honestly, when I first met you.I thought you were just some Flirtatious annoyance I was wrong" My heart pounded as I left The room letting him get dressed. The walk to the door was in uncomfortable but as he was one step away From leaving He turned around and kissed me And I kissed back it got longer and more passionate until We fell Into my office His eyes turned to freer "y, your a mob boss" As if it couldn't get worse, his eyes stopped on the screen And he saw himself " And you've been Spying on me Whith that he ran. My usual smile was gone no matter where I looked , it wasn't they But about 1 week into this funk.Ana Pulled me over I'm Guided me to the sandwich shop Inside was two people champagne And mara " She was just telling Me about what you do Which is a lot More good than I expected" Anna Exerted herself in Causing a proud look to come over my face " He Let's sterling and alexis Take Me and zack in for training" A jokingly said that alexis runs The place more than I do but Thinking back now she does " When my life Became a more about What he wanted me to be then What I actually was Benny You came in and saved me" Champagne got close Really close " I'm sorry I came across a real life superhero when yelled at him" Suddenly there it was my smile " I wouldn't call myself a superhero I'd call myself yours"

[oneirataxia-girl]

Relationship asks!! # 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, 12, 15, 20, 21, 36, 39, 45, 48! I realize this might get a little long but I want answers for both Keller and Midlaw hehehe

hadley lovely you're so right this was long af 😭 so I split this into one post for Keller (this one) and another for Midlaw (link here!) but without further ado, let's jump in! tagging the other op anime girlie @auxiliarydetective bc I don't wanna spoil the others

1. How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other?

Sabaody arc, when the Heart, Kid, and Strawhat pirates leave the auction house and they're surrounded by Marines. Killer jumps in and takes out one of them just as the man is about to attack Kenji's unknowing back; cue Kenji's eyes widening like dinner plates watching Killer land on the ground in slow motion and Killer thinking wow this guy is so dumb (affectionate) like my captain when we were young KID TF ARE YOU TOYING WITH THESE MARINES FOR WE GOTTA GO-

2. What kind of dynamic do they have with each other?

smartass x dumbass, sunshine protector x sunshine, "I'd die for you" "who said you could die??? WHO SAID YOU COULD DIE KILLER I NEED NAMES"

3. What do others think of them?

Kid is like ???????? at Killer's choice of a boyfriend, but Killer's taste is all his fault because Kenji like him in some ways (much to Kenji's horror but we'll get to that another time) and Killer is basically programmed to like that type; the other Kid Pirates, after grilling Kenji about his intentions of their beloved second-in-command, are pretty supportive of the two; Mari approved of Killer before they even got together; the other Strawhats also become fond of him, Franky and Usopp are the (joking) exception since both of them had to put up with Kenji ranting about Killer's weapons for weeks after Wano, Jimbei is the fishman Kenji goes to ask about having a crush and it’s very fluffy, then Brook, Sanji and Chopper pop in and it dissolves into teasing jabs, Robin mentions offhandedly to Nami about Kenji’s not-so-subtle attempt to ask after Killer in the day’s newspaper and Nami is iffy on whether the other pirate is good enough, but keeps those thoughts to herself until she can access Killer’s potential herself. Zoro pretends to be asleep through all this but he’s glad that Kenji doesn’t know about his fight with Killer as Kamazo (and has no plans of telling him that), and Luffy’s just glad that his crew is getting along with Jaggy’s

5. Is their joint future bright or bleak?

uhhhhhhhh... ideally yes. but it might have to change for canon events, but I do think they get a happy ending

7. Do they have a desire to protect each other?

YES. Killer is of the opinion that Kenji can't fight, and although that's objectively Not True, Kenji's combat levels are a lot lower than Killer's, so when their crews fight together, Killer tries to keep an eye on Kenji. Kenji is also fiercely protective of his Kil, so when anyone makes a snide remark about Killer's time on Wano, the poor sod has to face a very angry red ball of fluff (Kid) and a similarly furious, gun-cocking blacksmith

10. Who would win in a fight?

Killer. no diff, if they're forced to fight (which would be the only scenario either of them would raise a weapon at the other), Kenji would be out without question

12. Who is a better caregiver?

it’s a close one but Kenji. Killer is good at caring for everyone but himself, but Kenji is a firm believer of "you can't take care of anyone if you don't care for yourself" so Kenji is the deliverer of sunshine and smiles, and he's mentally okay while doing it!

15. Who has better fashion sense?

I really wanna say Kenji because he is the crew's secondary fashionista (behind Nami but before Sanji), but I believe that Killer's polka dot era is going to come back and that Killer was iconic af. so for now it's a tie

20. What's the worst thing about them teaming up?

Killer would constantly check up on Kenji, which could impact his focus and allow the opponent to get some hits that normally Killer could block. Killer's checkups and possible injuries could also affect Kenji's aim, as he might abandon logic and charge at the enemy without even loading his guns

21. What's the best thing about them teaming up?

if Killer does close range combat while Kenji takes care of mid-range, with both of them equipped with a talkie-walkie version of a transponder snail to communicate, then they could deal some serious damage to anyone facing them. other than the battlefield, they're also a pretty fire duo when it comes to making drinks (Killer watches in loving astonishment as Kenji comes up with the weirdest mixes that always turn out delicious); if both of them + Sanji are in the kitchen, the crews just know they'll be eating and drinking well

36. What is a gift one would give to the other?

Kenji would give him little metal decorations like bracelets or brooches with his mask's design integrated into the pieces. Killer would buy fun trinkets when the Victoria Punk docks on islands to show his boyfriend when they meet again

39. What's an inside joke they'd have together?

"when will Kid and Mari and Trafalgar finally kiss, I wonder?" "my sister has WAY better taste than those ruffians, Kil" "Ken, I'm one of Kid's 'ruffians'" "but you're the best ruffian to ruff, and Mari doesn't settle for anything other than the best, so she's definitely not getting with Jaggy or Tra-guy or both of them"

a ton of angst, lots of yelling, and three confessions later...

"so..." "don't. just lemme mope in peace, Kil"

Killer never lets Kenji forget this. it later becomes a joke that Kenji is actively terrible at predicting romantic relationships and he has fun making the wildest matches ever

45. If one of them was in trouble, what would the other do?

look... all I'm saying is if a guy named "Massacre Soldier" Killer has a boyfriend who apparently once used a person's blood to make his bullets, I would think twice before trying to hurt either one of them. rip(ieces) to those who do otherwise but I value my life

48. If they swapped bodies, how would they handle it?

first, Kenji would claim this as the reason why Mari should leave Law (Mari's typical poker face nearly breaks at the sight of big beefy Killer waving his arms around in typical Kenji fashion); then he'd get Killer to teach him how to use his Punishers, which leads to Killer strapping the blades to Kenji's body to prevent Kenji from hurting himself, which leads to a pouting Kenji, which leads to Killer petting his own head (wow Ken wasn't lying his hair really feels nice in these hands), which leads to Midlaw & co stifling their snorts at the sight of a (compared to Killer) smol twig of a guy stroking back the hair of someone twice his size that practically has a raincloud over his head. let's just say that after this, Law had to endure quite a few dirty glances and passive aggressive remarks from his brother-in-law for a while

give me a number + relationship and I'll tell you something about that relationship!

[real-team-luster]

// first of all yippee thanks for tagging me! so so flattered that people enjoy my blog and character. anyhoo i wanna get on in this, so here's my list of favorites (in no particular order, and if i forget you don't take it personally! i love basically everyone i've interacted with on here, you're all so nice)

@harteofthehart-ayyy - maybe this is cheating because i just reblogged from you but who give a fuck. harte is just hilarious i love him

@pandorias-box - always love seeing updates from her! i wish we could interact more often but unfortunately darrin straight up does not believe in ultra beasts. which makes things mildly awkward. regardless i love the naganedel lady and hope she escapes the torment nexus soon <3

@rocketryu - i hope that tagged you because tumblr is being a jerk rn. either way huge fan of when characters are funny haha to hide their insecurities, and the continued gem-eating debate will never not get a smile outta me

@skitter-smack - BURGUNDY! Xe are basically my comfort Rotomblr character at this point, I love the subtle blend of chaos and genuinely emotional arcs. Also, huge fan of how he seems to actually like Darrin, that's (understandably) rare

@two-cats-and-a-balloon - Mira my beloved who has suffered so much. Kind of the opposite thing to Burgundy, I appreciate that she smelled his bullshit right out the gate and isn't about to back down just because he's kind of nice sometimes. Hell yeah get his old ass girl!

@pokedragontamer - We haven't interacted much recently which is totally on me, IRL stuff and then I did the blog takeover and yknow how it is. Regardless I always love evil scientists, especially when they're not quote enquote evil

Joint entry for all the Redux blogs, not gonna name them all but you guys know who you are! It's amazing how fast I got engaged in this plotline, and still waiting for an opportunity to have things settle down a bit so Darrin can properly introduce himself /silly /nm

@thatoneklefkitrainer - Ryak activates my adoption instincts for some reason, which is funky considering he's older than me in character. But I do not control the brain chemicals. I love this guy and how he defies usual expectations about Steel-type Trainers. Also maybe the only Galarian who Darrin has ever interacted positively with /hj

@j0nathand0e - Ghost boy! Man if I had a nickel for every blog I frequently interacted with who was like half Darrin's age... in all seriousness I love Johnny and Doe more than life (death?) itself and wish them both a very good life/afterlife.

@rotomblr-island - You could argue this one doesn't count as it's in character, but it's my list and I get to make the rules. This blog introduced me to a ton of new characters, and it's just fun to check in and see what wacky hijinks everyone's been up to. Also, Heartbreaker Paris remains my favorite contribution to this community

// what if we all tagged our favorite blogs and went to check eachother's favorite blogs out as a result of tagging our favorite blogs. what then

[mintmatcha]

soggy - Hanamaki

cw: angst, major character death, mentions of terminal illness, hospital, female reader

He knows before you even say anything.

"Doctor finally told you the bad news, huh?” Makki pushes himself up with his usually toothy smile, lounging back on to one elbow. The hospital bed creaks pathetically as it rises almost comically slowly to meet his posture. It would been funny if he didn't immediately collapse back against it, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones. He shimmies to the side of his bed, careful to keep his IVs and wires straight,  and pats the empty space, beckoning you to him. 

It’s hard to acknowledge you’ve grown used to seeing him here, like this. The memory of him in his own bed -your bed, the one you bought together, the place where he always begging for fifteen more minutes of sleep- feels so impossibly distant. Less than six months ago you could picture him on your sofa, begging you to join him so you could play with his hair.

Makki tugs his baseball cap down and you look at your shoes. No hair to play with anymore.

Mattsun bought him that stupid hat last year for his bachelor’s party. It's a neon pink monstrosity, the words 'Future DILF' stitched on to the front.

Mattsun hasn't been by in a while. You don't blame him; it's hard seeing someone whither.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” is all you can think to say.

All of his favorite knickknacks have made their way here; the switch came on the first round of treatment, the blanket from the couch came round three. The slippers are a new addition, their tag still on the bottom on the left shoe.

You've been here through all six.

“Dude, fuck sleeping-” Makki pats the mattress again, more insistent. You join him reluctantly, throwing your legs over his and tucking your head into his shoulder, trying to hide your face. He doesn’t smell like himself anymore; the scent is stale and sour, with the hint of the floral cleaner they use to wipe down the room. “All I fucking do is sleep and throw up- I just wanna hang with my girl.”

You perk up enough to meet his eye for a moment, brow knitted in concern. It's always like that nowadays;. "Were you sick again? I can grab the nurse-”

“Julia knows, that’s why I’m on the fluids again.” he presses a kiss against your forehead when you open your mouth again, “And they gave me another dose of the anti-nausea stuff. Relax; you worry too much.”

You try to take his advice, but the doctor's words still swim in your mind.

No improvement, no improvement, no improvement.

“The doctor finally told you the updates, huh?” he asks again. His voice cracks, so soft it’s barely there. 

It's migrated to his lungs.

“It’s okay!” you pull yourself together,  “Fuck what the doctors say. We’ll fight this. Another round and we’ll be right back home, in our bed- ”

“Babe,” he holds your hands between his and pulls them to his lips, kissing your knuckles with reverence. He hums at every contact, carrying a tuneless song, refusing to savor you in silence. “I’m done fighting.”

You watch his face, as if his placid smile would answer all of your questions. “I don’t understand.”

You choose not to understand. 

“I’ve already told the doctor that I’m not doing anymore chemotherapy.”

“I don’t understand, Hiro.” you pull your hand away. He tries to hold on, but his grip strength just isn’t enough, so he just watches with that same, stupid smile, “You’re sick, you need more-”

“I’m tired,” he squeezes tighter and the dig on his joints surprises you. He’s always been a thin man, but the sharpness of his bones through skin begs to be noticed. “I’m so tired, baby. I can’t do this anymore.”

The hospital sounds have faded into the background of your life, but right now they seem deafening. The chatter of nurses at their station in the hall, the steady thrum of the overhead lights, the dreadfully stable beep connected to his heart-

You'd listen to this for the rest of your life if you had to.

“You’re not allowed to just- just give up,” your throat is so tight, voice nothing but strange pitches and wavers, “You’re not allowed.”

“It’s okay.” he smiles again, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "MCR was right, chemo makes you feel so soggy-"

“No, fuck off. No fucking jokes right now.” you push him away, palm against his ribs to hold him apart from you. The way he flinches only makes you want to cry more, “We were supposed to grow old together, Takahiro. We- we are going to grow old together.” 

You point to your ring, holding it so close to his face the diamond scuffs his nose. He begged his mom for it, his sister told you once. Literally got down on his knees and begged for his grandmother’s ring.

“It’s ‘til death do we part,’’ you swallow back your cry, but nothing stops the tears, as they start to well, “And I’m not ready to fucking part.”

He tucks his lips under his teeth, holding them in a straight line to try and hide the wobble.

"I lived a really good life. I got to marry an amazing person. Even convinced her to love me enough to stand by my side this whole shitshow." he cocks his head and runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek over and over again, "I'm okay with letting it end here. I really, really am."

Despite all the parts of him that you no longer recognize, he's still your Takahiro. He's the same man who took you to 7-11 on your first date, the same one who bought every flavor of ice cream in the store for your first anniversary.

The same man you decided to spend the rest of your life with.

“But what am I gonna do without you?”

That’s what breaks him. His arms wrap around your shoulder and pull you firmly into his chest, not quite fast enough to hide how his face cracks into utter despair. Like this, you can't see him cry, but you can feel it- every staccato, jagged breath, the tremble in his arms, the wet of tears against your scalp.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he whispers in between kisses, trying to comfort you when he can't even hold himself together. “I just can’t fight anymore.”

part two

[tinkerbellwoo]

ATEEZ As: Types Of People At The Gym

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only! This is in no way meant to offend or upset anyone, nor is it an accurate representation of the Ateez members! Please don't take this seriously.

Hongjoong: 

100% he’s the guy that sits on the workout machines for an hour but doesn't know how any of them work so he just tries to make himself look busy the entire time by scrolling through his phone and fiddling with stuff.

Tries to make conversation with people on purpose so he doesn't have to work out.

Seonghwa: 

He brings his own cleaning equipment to the gym so he can wipe down the equipment before using it. 

Would clean the mirrors before talking a mirror selfie and totally would point out strangers hazards. 

“Bro, you shouldn't leave your water bottle on the floor, its a hazard”

Yunho: 

The social butterfly.

You wanna work out in peace? no chance when this dude is around. 

He’ll come over and start talking to you like “Yo I have those shoes too” and you’ll never hear the end of it. 

He never actually gets any working out done because he gets distracted. 

Yeosang: 

One word; bodybuilder. 

He’s the most serious motherfucker in this joint. 

Always got a protein shake by his side and always has his AirPods in so people won't talk to him. 

He’s in and out within an hour and knows exactly what workout he's going to do before he even wakes up in the morning.

San: 

He’s convinced everyone is trying to compete against him so he has to grunt the loudest after every rep just so people will think “Dang, look at that guy”. 

He stands at the water fountain trying to look like a candid hottie while he wipes his sweat, might even pour some water on himself when no one is looking so people will take note of how hard he goes in his workouts.

Mingi: 

Has no idea what to do with the weights so he just sticks to the treadmill most of the time and hopes it'll give him washboard abs. 

Will sit on a piece of equipment and whisper to the dude next to him “How do I use this?”. 

He just tends to watch what other people do and tries to copy so he doesn't look awkward.

Wooyoung: 

Walks into the gym and collects every single item of equipment he wants to use, puts it in a pile next to him and won't let anyone else use it until he's done. 

Always looks serious af, watches himself in the mirror and will even flex for himself hoping people are watching him. 

He tries to get himself as sweaty as possible so he has an excuse to take his shirt off. 

Everyone hates him because it ain’t that deep, please just exercise and go home. 

Jongho: 

Puts his AirPods in and just gets shit done, not without posting a mirror selfie on snapchat to prove he works out regularly though. 

Tries to avoid talking to people at all costs but will hope strangers notice how strong he is and compliment him. 

Tries to convince the personal trainers to arm wrestle with him every. Single. Time.

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A/N - So I’ve come up with yet ANOTHER series type of thing, “ATEEZ As Types Of People _____” we’ll see how long I’m motivated to write this :3

Tag List - @simphwa @multidreams-and-desires @jonghoisbabie @ateezinmymind @224-12 @woowommy

[transsexualhamlet]

what does "Lent" represent in the playlist?

Ahahaha mysterious corpse fic anon yet again!! /pos /pos /pos

Ok well half of it is just I really like that song but it has. Reasons. I can see why they'd be less obvious since there's not like. Any murder or corpses lmao but yes! So! Under another cut! This is The Corpse Fic after all

I'm gonna put this in the general fyogol tag because tbh! It's a good analysis of their relationship in general hey motherfuckers listen to Lent by Autoheart it's about nikolai and fyodor<3

This song I think is a very good portrayal the dysfunction of Fyodor and Nikolai's relationship to begin with, from beginning to end, and how that dysfunction continues for Nikolai even after his death, worsening to the point where he can finally see the forest for the trees of why he feels like this and hating it.

It focuses on his memory of how they lived from Nikolai's perspective. Their relationship has always been one utterly centered around worship, guilt, religious trauma, hidden feelings, and codependence. They met, in my own idea, when they were both very vulnerable and in bad places, still teenagers, and the relationship they've built up in order to survive is ultimately terrible for the both of them no matter how much they love each other.

Nikolai is so accustomed to this relationship where nothing else in the world matters to him, though he knows he's been abandoned and used and was always meant to die and that no future includes either of them happy, even though he's realized their relationship is fucked up in a multitude of ways he can't live without Fyodor. This thing he's killed is his religion. What else is he supposed to do?

Him narrating this song during this time shows just how much his beliefs and that painting of Fyodor's affected him. It is a deeply guilt-ridden relationship they have and nearly everything for them is built on a thick foundation of trauma and symbolism. Things aren't working out for them, they never were going to, he continues to attempt to purify himself in Fyodor's eyes, in his own eyes, how he wishes they might be saved and how he knows he will make it worse, but in so doing corrupts himself and falls ever farther, the lengths he has gone to and how hideous he has become to fit himself to his ideal, why is he even pushing himself so hard towards this imaginary thing?

Lyric Explanation

Should I stay? Should I go? Should I run far away

To the point where I can't even see the universe?

I know I'm killing time

And baby that's not fine

This represents most of Nikolai's turmoil not just in the fic but throughout the whole bsd storyline- Nikolai has realized after he faked his death that to achieve his supposed ideal he must sacrifice the one person he loves the most, and he keeps debating it over and over even after it's done- he's been killing time putting off handling his emotions and he feels guilt for it since half of the reason he's going so far, barreling through so many taboos is because Fyodor thought it to be beautiful. He's running from himself and he's running to lose sight of himself even further.

I'll pack it in, pack it in, never smoke anything

Never eat anything that will compromise my health

And, baby that means you, too, that means you

Like in skeleton appreciation day, Fyodor is the 'sin', the vice that Nikolai is trying to quit so hard, now that he's identified him as the object of all his terrible horrible no good homosexual feelings and all the horrors that have come with his relationship to the demon. He's just. Really. Really bad at it, and clearly even killing him is doing no good at stopping this cycle.

It's impossible to pin-point, you were like a fat joint

I cannot remember you back in November

Never gonna allocate all of this dark hate

Stuck in the middle, middle of it

Give it up, give it up, give it up for lent

Take a break, pack it in, take it out to the bin

Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit

Wasn't it not worth it?

I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna even know

Why you haven't even sold our band of gold

Isn't it counterfeit? Take a hit a little bit

Wasn't it not worth it? Whoa

Nikolai never truly knows what to believe when it comes to Fyodor. His memory is subjective, his memory is incomplete, he knows he's the least objective source and at this point he's gone so far down this hole he can't even recognize what Fyodor was meant to look like in old pictures. He doesn't know what he's doing and he's losing sight of why he's doing it, he doesn't know what's a lie and what was real and what was his fault. He's asking himself, was it worth it to keep him around so as not to go into withdrawal? No, of course it wasn't, for what it's done to him. Was it worth it what Fyodor did to him, he's asking why they stayed together, he knows it was never the ideal he wanted, he knows the religion he built around Fyodor is utterly false, but he could not let go of it.

Slip up, faux pas, yet another mistake

When we blunder all I see is another thunderstorm

Brewing above the house of anarchy we share

When we have a visitor, they are visibly disturbed

They don't want to hang around in the company of you and I

And I don't blame them one iota, no I don't

As they are dysfunctional in life, they remain in death. Course, these were the kids who looked like they were about to tell their friends not to come to school tomorrow, those kids grew up to found a terrorist organization on a suicide pact, where their entire relationship was based on nihilism, alienation from the rest of the world, religious guilt, internalized homophobia, and unwavering pessimism. They're utterly clinging to each other and fucking each other up worse, but they have no future nor hope to mend themselves beyond fucking killing everyone and they are so bitterly aware of that.

In this story it stays that way, and it's awful for Sigma honestly the most, because he just has to watch this go down and down and down. Nikolai is so hurt knowing the disgust and concern Sigma has for him, but it's always been him and Fedya against the world, so. He chooses the corpse, though he knows he can't blame Sigma for leaving, though he knows it will only make life worse.

I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

I don't wanna be your personal assistant

You'll meet my resistance everyday, oh

What's it gonna take to make it crystal clear to you we are through?

I'm angrily surprised at you

I don't wanna, I don't wanna be like this

Back then—yes, maybe, now it's crazy

We're no good for one another, no, no, no

I don't wanna, I don't wanna act like this

You know I wanna be free

I want to be free

Yeah, this is the whole reason he wanted Fyodor dead- to love is brainwashing, it's servitude. Nikolai knew he would do utterly anything for Fyodor, he's seen this and he's realized it the second he found himself on that stage ready to fucking cut himself in half to please him, and it disgusted him, he tries to quit it, he tries to quit it even if it means killing him but then he's still there a month later cleaning and dressing and kissing and sleeping with and kneeling before that empty corpse and he realizes maybe this isn't something he can get away from! It's not going to work, though he's fighting against it with all his might it's utterly useless and his own mind is the prison, the only cure a gun.

I love this song so much and I have Fyogol brainrot. They are so fucking doomed and I don't know what to do other than make gay little song analyses about it so<3333

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

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Stay.

DIN DJARIN. ┃ THE MANDALORIAN.

❝ words: about 1.8k

❝ summary: The first time Din says his name and why he does it.

❝ a / n: this work wasn't supposed to be this long, but well... As always, feedback is appreciated!

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“Where are you going?”

Suddenly stopping your steps halfway over the ramp, you can feel Mando's curiosity through the modulator. Although you can't see his face and he doesn't need to move his head to study you from top to bottom, you can notice his helmet slightly shifting. It's the first time you abandon the Razor Crest —to accompany him to civilization— since he rescued you from Trask, a few months ago.

You were sold by your parents to a Quarren like a pet. He had you slaved for years, confined in a joint for the ones of his same race. He forced you to be kind, to be pleasant, and to dance for them, as if you were part of a show for their simple delight. Until Mando found you by casualty. At first, he just set you free. He didn't ask questions, he didn't care about what you were going to do, nor about where you were going to go. But that little thing —his son, apparently—, he was bringing inside a camel color bag everywhere, got attached to you for some unknown reason.

He hasn't been a man of many words since you know him, and he wasn't really in agreement with you joining their adventures, but your silent company began to be something positive for him when he started to trust in you.

“To Nevarro”. Your reply doesn't play hard to get, about taking another step.

Even if the beskar covers his shoulders, you can see how they get tensed by your response. He doesn't like that idea, he prefers you to stay in the Razor, but he also knows you're decided to follow him. You need to see what's around you. You're prepared. He has trained you from time to time, so you know how to defend yourself and how to fire the blaster hanging on your waist. Mando doesn't have to worry about you, as a matter of fact.

The child emits something similar to a happy giggle, being in accordance with your decision, drawing your attention towards him.

“Fine”. He reluctantly grants. “Stay behind me, and stay close”.

Two simple commands you can obey for your good.

The road to the city is silent, but not the kind of comfortable silence you're used to. You could cut the tension with your knife and you aren't sure why he is so worried —you'd understand it if you hadn't learned anything about self-defense.

While he attends his meeting, you're sitting at the next table with the child, trying to eat some kind of dense soup that spoils your appetite more than give you the desire to ask for another one. Putting apart the bowl from your sight, you can't help but raise your eyes to the corner of your right. Humans laugh. Your pupils dilate at a group of people like you. Among the crowd inside the place, full of different races, you see them. It's the first time in years that you cross with someone of your same kind and you must've breathed too loudly for a second because you have called Mando's attention.

Fastly putting your gaze away, somewhere over the bar, you try to dissimulate the anxiety for talking to them about anything, just talk. You know you can do it, not because of him, but because of your lack of social skills. After this uncomfortable moment, the bounty hunter is compelled to finish his reunion. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but for the wrong reasons. When he tells you that you're coming back to the ship, you don't go against it, standing up under the attentive look from one of the humans. A man older than you, who isn't able to put his emerald-green eyes away from you, when you walk closer with the child clung to your chest. Mando notices it, not swallowing a threatening grunt towards his table, and causing you some shivers. What has been that?

Back in the Razor Crest, you feel tiny. You have that same feeling stuck within your heart as when you were handcuffed in Trask. He hasn't said anything. He normally explains to you his new mission —your new adventure—, not going into many details, but this time he has just remained a holy silence that is killing you.

“I'm sorry”. These two words have been dancing through your head since you have jumped to cyberspace.

Mando turns around his seat towards yours at his right, tilting his helmet a little disconcerted. Stretching a hand over himself, pressing a couple of buttons before pushing forward a lever, he rests both gloved palms on his thighs. “We speak the same language, but I don't follow you”.

As you continue feeling more and more little under his gaze covered by the grey helmet, you sigh closing your eyes for a second trying to remember what you used to say the few times you disrespected a Quarren. It's not like you don't feel it, but you don't know what else to say. He is still staring at you waiting for a reply, or anything actually when you open your eyes again.

“I will… stay on the Razor next time”.

As soon as he understands, he turns his seat completely to you. “You can leave whenever you want. You're not my prisoner, and I'm not your master”.

For some reason, his words hurt you like a shot straight to your chest. And he must have noticed it by the down-hearted way you have to lick your lips, nodding with your chin just one time, before getting up to abandon the cockpit quietly. It wasn't what you wanted to hear. You were expecting some comfort words, but what you have obtained is an invitation to go. And you're having the strong desire to accept it, now aware that your company doesn't mean the same that his company means for you.

Grabbing a dusty bag from a compartment, you pick up the few things you have. Some clothes and a small cushion to sleep. Holding the tears by closing your eyelids, you drag your back down against the cold wall to the floor, sitting next to a big iron box —with who-knows-what inside it. Flexing your knees towards your chest, you wrap your legs with both arms, resting your cheek on them. You don't know where the Razor is going, but you have decided to stay on that planet.

Mando's heavy steps going downstairs provoking a metallic noise make you turn your back towards him, resting it against the box and trying to not continue sobbing. But, although he's pretending to replenish ammo, you can feel him looking at you sideways under his armor. And you hear him exhale slowly, closing the gun cabinet and bowing his head a few inches with pure resignation. Immediately as he swings to your position, you clean the tears wetting your cheeks with the back of your hands. The last thing you want right now is to give him the pleasure of letting him know he has made you cry.

“It wasn't my inten—”.

“I don't care”. You cut him off, resting your chin on one of your knees, turning your face away from his. “You don't have long to worry about me. I'll stay on your next stop”.

Mando continues in silence, feeling lucky you can't watch his hands closing into two furious fists. He didn't mean to talk to you like he has done, he didn't choose the correct words to say and he doesn't know how to fix it. How to fix you. If he only could tell you he was jealous because of your reaction to looking at other humans not in the same way you look at him, he would tell it to you. And for the first time since he was recruited by the Mandalorians, he needs to show his face to someone —to you. He wants to try to explain how he really feels with his eyes, conscious that there isn't enough vocabulary in your language to express it.

Mando can't ask you to stay, he doesn't have the right. Certainly not after what you have been through all these past years. But he wants to. He wants to do it. He wants to ask you to stay by his side.

“Din”.

The word with unknown sense falls from his lip across the modulator. You tilt your head in confusion, doing your best to read the most imperceptible gestures of his body under the beskar. His chest rises and falls a little more rapidly than normal. His hands are hidden under his cape, behind his rigid back. But there's no tension covering his whole anatomy. It's remorse what you're receiving from him. A sensation you had forgotten.

“My name is Din”.

A heavy feeling within your belly takes you over, impulsing you to stand up on your feet. Your eyes are somewhat widened because of the unexpected approach.

“You can… stay with us, as long as you want”. He whispers trying to relax his posture and don't feel vulnerable.

And with that said, he takes you aback a little more when you watch him bring his hands to the front, about to do something with them. For a moment, you guess he's going to clap to wrap things up, but what he does causes you to part your lips breathing through them in surprise. With the help of his left fingers, he ungloves his right hand to offer it to you. You're so absent fixated on his skin, as if it has hypnotized you, that it takes you some second to realize he wants you to shake it like a formal introduction.

As soon as your hands get in touch, you have to gulp a soft gasp. A shiver warms your body urging you to take a step closer to Din, invading his personal space, although he doesn't seem disgusted with the idea. Now, you comprehend it. You know what has been running through his mind since you came back to the Razor. You can smell the light jealousy, even the desire he was carrying since the meeting. He grunted to the man because he was envious of him and the way you were looking at him.

So you are somewhat pleased he has made the effort to discover himself without disrespecting or disobeying the Mandalorian creed, only to make you feel better.

“I wanna stay”.

Mando doesn't speak, but by the way the fabric of his cape shifts around his neck you can perceive his lips curving in a smile, as his throat gets relaxed under the piece of clothing. Covering his hand again with the glove, he points with a gesture of his helmet to upstairs to the cockpit.

“I'll be up there if you need me. You should rest”.

Pressing your lips, you nod in agreement as the door of the compartment is opened by the child. You haven't let him sleep and now it's your moment to sing him another lullaby.

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No Laws, Just Cops

A bouncer runs in to some interesting people working on Ceres.

Rating: T Tags: Pre Expanse, Chance encounters, Ceres, Belter Creole, Original Characters, Meet Cute I guess?, Strip club/bar Relationship: Eventually there will be one

Author Note: This is just the first part of a larger fic that I'm chipping away at. I felt like this was enough to post as a first part on tumblr.

"I cannot believe you sold that man, I saved up for MONTHS to get that model kit. Now what am I gonna do in my downtime? Get shitfaced at some bar or watch dumbasses get themselves killed on the net?" The tone of the quickly approaching voice was sadly all too familiar to Truck as she looked up through the moving lanes of bodies crossing in front of the club. Truck wasn't too fond of the short weasel-y inner or his too-tall-to-be-an-inner buddy. No one except maybe the cops on Ceres knew if the guy was a rock-hopper or from Ganymede, and had no OPA ink. She would have rather barred them from the joint than have to see- or more annoyingly hear- them come in bickering like an old married couple.

"Oye I better not have to deal with a fight tonight, to pochuye ke? Zákomang was out here already cleaning up some koyo and thought they could touch the girls again." Trucks' voice always sounded hoarse and the edge of belter creole on it only made it sound more like a burnt out speaker box on the docks. The two men turned to the bouncer and gave affirmations in their own way, the inner nodding and his buddy giving a quick handsign back as they walked past her station into the club.

Ceres had too many cops for the belter woman to care too much about having rope and stuff out in front of the Hayworth to keep people out. She just mostly kept an eye out for the slippery ones and shooed them away as necessary. It was easy considering that she was very strong, and had the bulk of an Earther from teen years spent on earth with the height of a Belter from growing up on Ceres. It made her a very scary looking belter to square up with, and she only made it worse by sounding like she hadn't spoken in years. It was the one thing she hated about her mom, the cancer that had almost completely taken out her vocal cords before it was caught came from her earther side of the family. Despite the inconvenience and pain it had given her it served a purpose in her job now so it wasn't all bad she guessed.

Truck was always glad that the little club had never caught on with the OPA crowd, not as a regular meeting spot anyway. It meant that she was free to bar and allow people as she pleased without worrying about who the POS that caught her attention was affiliated with for the most part. Sure, she was careful to not rough up Dawe's people or Star Helix cops more than necessary, but no one did business in the Hayworth and the owner Esper kept it that way. Seeing some tatted OPA men walking her way the bouncer made sure they knew she had set sights on them, before catching a glance in her periphery of an unexpected sight coming her direction.

"Y'know the rules, ke? I don't wanna work too hard tonight, been too many zakomang out here already." The rusty words were meant for the OPA, but Truck's eyes were locked onto a Star Helix officer in an earther hat who managed to be taller than her. He was For sure a Belter then, but not someone she recognized except by reputation and the piece of felt perched on his head. Truck squared her shoulder in his direction, though the belter man was taller he wouldn't stand a chance if fist flew between them and she wanted to make sure he knew she was well aware of the fact. The slight quirk of his lips, somewhere between a smirk and a grimace flashed as he raised his hands from his pockets in a combined gesture that made it clear the message was received.

"No trouble, loud and clear. Just here to see Esper about a situation with one of her girls, in and out." The Helix officer didn't have the patois Truck was used to hearing from a belter and it caused her to look the man up and down again with a slight cock to her head like she was considering an offer. The silence lasted a long beat while the man shifted on his feet, hand returning to pockets looking at the woman with very mild curiosity. She was used to being looked over like a spectacle whenever someone unfamiliar rolled around but something about it this time wasn't quite so easy to throw off. Trying to ignore the feeling, Truck signed him an affirmative and motioned him back with a tip of her head.

"She's in back ask the bartender to take you and make sure you knock, Ke?"

As the Zakomang registered the affirmative to go ahead he gave the belter woman a nod, this time she could tell that the quirk of his mouth was a smirk. The tall lanky figure retreated through the Hayworth's doors and Tank let herself wonder briefly if he really was smirking at her or some thought in his head. She heard a lookie-loo from the corner around the bar sneer out a venomous "Welwala" after the Helix was well out of earshot. It was a term she'd heard in combination with the description of a belter in an earth made hat plenty of times and now she could put a face with that description at least. She'd think he was sort of handsome if he wasn't one of the plethora of cops on the station.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty

Table of Content or Part Forty-Nine

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Warning(s): Explicit language, Violence, drug abuse

A/N: so this is annoying, I know, but as I was writing this chapter, I may or may not have made a plot hole that I went back in the story and filled in so it wouldn't contradict with this chapter, I think most of you will know what it is, I'd tell you now but I don't wanna spoil the chapter. Anyway, sorry if that bugs you guys but I was writing and it just flowed out but I did go back so the chapter it was first brought up in matches what happens in this one so it's not confusing for future readers.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Nikki, happy birthday to you!" We sing as Nikki's about to blow the candles out of his cake.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Steven interjects, holding a joint above one of the lit candles, lighting the end of it on fire. "Okay."

He takes a drag of his blunt as Nikki blows his candles out, Tommy patting his shoulders.

"A whole twenty-eight years and you're still kickin', man." Tommy tells him and he grins.

"Who'da thought." Nikki adds, laughing, taking a sip of his homemade margarita.

"Okay, who wants cake?" I ask them, getting up from Tansy's dining room table to go get a knife from the kitchen.

I come back in to see Nikki and Tommy cutting at random parts of the cake with their switch blades.

"Guys, c'mon." Sharise scolds them, lightly hitting their arms before plucking the cake and icing covered blades from their hands.

"Boo, mom." Nikki sarcastically lets out with Tommy and Steven both echoing in "boo!"

"Hey, you're the good child." Sharise snaps her fingers at Stevie. "Don't let Chip and Dale contaminate you." She states to him, motioning to Nikki and Tommy, brushing past me to go to the kitchen to clean their switch blades off.

I give pieces of cake out, which isn't that much work since there's only seven of us in total: Nikki, me, Vince, Sharise, Tommy, Steven and Tansy, and once we're done eating, Tansy's insisting on presents.

"Alright, time for presents in the living room." She claps her hands together and we all head there, Nikki falling back on a couch and pulling me onto his lap.

"I'm gonna let you open 'em, babe." He tells me, patting at my hips where I shift to rest on one of his spread knees.

"Nikki, opening them is the best part." I argue.

"Which is exactly why I'm letting you do it." He replies, smiling tightly, but I know it's really because he doesn't feel like doing it.

I just roll my eyes playfully and Tansy organizes the presents around us.

"Okay, great and mighty one, which present would you like to be opened first?" I ask him and he leans over a little to see past me to examine the various shapes and sizes of his gifts.

"I want...that one." He points in the direction of a small, rectangle shaped box wrapped in news paper and Tansy hands it to me.

"This one's from me and Stevie." She adds.

"Thanks." I tell them, taking it from her and I dig into the paper and unravel it, seeing a black guitar pick, with a tiny name etched into it with white ink, I have to squint to make it out, but when I see who it's from, I know Nikki will love it.

I hand it to him, and he struggles to get his eyes to focus before looking at Tansy.

"Marc Bolan?" He asks her, impressed. "I didn't even think you knew who Marc Bolan was." He says to Tansy.

"I didn't until he died and Vince went into a depression over it for a few months." She explains. "But Stevie and I were thinking of what to get you, and then Doc helped me get in contact with his wife earlier this year and she still has his things and sent us that for you." She explains.

"Aww, that's cool." Sharise pipes.

"Guys, you didn't have to do that." I state.

"Aw, man, thanks, guys, I really like it." Nikki tells the two blondes, keeping himself from tearing up as he plays it off by clearing his throat, handing the pick to Tommy and Vince so they can look at it.

"You're welcome, dude." Steven replies.

"Alright, next is from..." Tansy looks at the name tag attached to a box wrapped in black paper. "...Tommy and Heather."

"It's kinda for you and Vivian." Tommy tells us. "We were gonna wait for Christmas but I figured it'd be better for your birthday."

"Is it raunchy?" I ask him to make sure.

"No." He assures me, smiling excitedly as I start unwrapping it.

I get it unwrapped and open the box to see a thickly packed book, and open it up to see an old picture of Nikki and I, visibly scowling at each other, looking like we're in the middle of an argument. He's in one of their old stage outfits they played the clubs in, in their early days and his black hair is completely covering his eyes, while I'm not wearing a trace of makeup, my hair pulled into a ponytail and my middle finger in his face.

Under the picture reads "The Whisky, '81."

I start flipping through it, seeing more candids and pictures of the two of us, featuring the guys, Tansy, their girlfriends at the time, groupies, Ozzy and his band, us with Sharon, the guys of Ratt, fans, us standing in front of important landmarks in other countries and different states we've visited in the U.S., our wedding photos, our reception pictures, "Shout at the Devil" era, "Theater of Pain" era...practically an entire montage of some of our biggest highlights and smaller, more intimate moments in between, featuring all of our friends and people we look up to and admire, all up to this year because there's even pictures of us hanging out with them recently.

Every picture is marked with a place, month and year and I sniffle back tears.

"You were so cute." Nikki comments as I pass the album to him and he's looking at one of the first pages at a picture of me and Tansy from one of their earlier shows. "You look like a baby." He adds, chuckling, patting at my thigh and I look at Tommy, more tears spilling over my lashes.

"Viv." He starts, smiling goofily at me.

"Aww, don't cry or I'll cry." Steven states.

"I'm sorry." I laugh a little, Sharise handing me a tissue from the box on Tansy's side table beside the couch before I'm getting up to see Tommy.

He's sitting on the edge of a comfy chair, and welcomes me with open arms when I sit across his long, skinny legs, and hug him as tightly as I possibly can.

Tansy leans over to look at the pictures with Nikki and she smiles.

"This was the night you lost your virginity, Viv!" Tansy pipes, holding the album up to show me a picture of me with my hand on ice--because Nikki slammed my fingers in my car door on accident--looking like I want to strangle Nikki and Vince as they try to wrap my hand up like a bandage, using a sock, which didn't work out anyway.

"You lost your virginity with one hand?" Steven asks me and Nikki and I exchange looks.

"It was her first time so it's not like she was doing much work, anyway." Tansy states.

"Okay, we can change the subject." I reply, awkwardly.

"She was doing plenty without needing her hands." Nikki insinuates reminiscently. "That's when I learned her little prude act is a cover up."

"Babe." I complain as Tommy squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine me and Nikki having sex.

"Fine." Nikki chuckles, nudging at Tansy to get him another present.

Once he's done unwrapping the rest of them, Sharise and I are picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the garbage can, and cleaning the place up while the guys talk in the living room.

By the time we're finished, we're heading back to the living room and I'm sitting down next to Nikki, laying my head on his thigh because I'm sleepy.

His fingers brush against the red strands of my hair soothingly, and I maintain on the brink of sleep, but still able to hear everyone's conversation and sudden bouts of loud laughter.

I'm nudged awake as Vince, Tommy and Steven talk about taking Nikki out to a few bars here in Malibu for his birthday.

Nikki stands up and I just put my head back down on the couch when he gets up before he's chuckling to himself.

"Let me get her to bed and I'll be out there." He tells them. "Viv, baby, c'mon, let's go to bed." He says to me and I stretch, humming softly as I wake up, sort of.

When he sees I'm not getting up, he leans down, and picks me up bridal style as Tansy points him in the direction of guest bedrooms.

My back hits the soft mattress and I feel him pulling at my jeans to get them off and I find the motivation to try to fumble to get my constricting bra off.

He sees me struggle to unbuckle it in my hazy state and scoffs a little, helping me get it undone before I'm throwing it in the floor.

He's pulling the covers back so I can curl up underneath them.

"I'll be back later, k?" He asks and I nod with my eyes still closed, getting comfortable on the bed.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired, I'll give you the best blow job ever later on." I promise him, knowing he probably expected a fun night for the both of us for his birthday. "And can you ask Sharise or Tansy if they can sleep in here with me until you get back?"

"Okay, Viv." I hear his smile in his words before his lips are pressing to my forehead for a second. "Goodnight, baby."

"G'night." I mumble.

He steps to the door and switches the light off before stepping out.

He hadn't been that affectionate since we got married.

I blamed it on the fact it on the fact that he'd "sobered" up to focus on the album and kicked heroin.

He'd gotten back on freebase, yeah, but cocaine, in any form, never made him mean or vindictive.

He would hallucinate and get scared, but he wasn't consciously mean for no reason.

Heroin, however, turned him into the devil, and by that point in his addiction he functioned better on heroin, than not, because without it in his system he just couldn't think of anything else other than getting a fix and if you weren't apart of his aid for a fix, you weren't worth his time and he let you know.

So I thought he had kicked his heroin habit for the most part because he was being nicer than usual to me but oh, no.

He felt guilty for cheating on me so he compensated by not being an asshole to me as much--yet.

It makes sense to me, now. I'd feel like shit, too, if I were telling my mistress I was going to leave my wife for her because my wife was "suffocating" and "draining the life" out of me.

Which translates to, "I'm leaving my wife because she doesn't like or contribute to my addiction."

Christmas came and Jason was Nikki's Santa Claus.

Then came New Years...which winded up being near death experience number one of two involving my safety at the hands of Sikki.

Sharise, Skylar and I pull into the driveway in Sharise's car, and she's putting it in park as I grab my few shopping bags.

"Thank you for getting me out of the house." I tell her, unbuckling.

"No problem." She replies.

"Bye-bye, Sky." I say, waving to the baby tucked safely in her carseat with her fist in her mouth, leaning closer to her to press a kiss to the bottom of her foot, causing her to smile and kick a little. "Bye, Sharise." I add, giving her a hug as best as I can.

"Bye, Viv."

"Call me when you get home to me know you got back safe."

"I will. Love you." She calls before I close the door.

"Love you, too." I shut the door with my bags in hand and step to the front door, fiddling with my keys.

Just as I step inside, I furrow my brows at the sound of Rabid dog fight, until I realize it's Nikki screaming.

"You're not making any fucking sense so just shut the fuck up!" He yells and I start cautiously walking to our bedroom, putting my ear to the door, hearing a woman crying. "Stop whining and just go fuck yourself! Fuck you! Fuck Jesus and get the fuck outta my house!" He barks louder and the door is flying open and I'm met with a distraught, jittery Vanity, who's eyes are wide as can be, and the smell of burnt cocaine nearly knocks me to the floor.

She stumbles past me and out the front door, barefoot, and I'm dropping my things to go check on her.

"Hey, do you need me to call you a cab or your driver?" I ask her as she continues to walk to our gate at the end of the driveway.

"N-No, I got it." She assures me, shakily, and I feel like I'm looking at a beaten puppy.

"Vanity, I can call someone to take you back home. It's a long way from here." I try to persuade her but she keeps shaking her head.

"I'm fi...fine, Viv, I promise." She insists.

"Do you at least want your shoes?" I ask, my thumb pointing in the direction of our house.

"No, I'm fine." She wipes her tear stained cheeks frantically. "I'll get them later."

She turns to keep walking but I look down at her feet that are only covered by her thin black stockings, then down at my shoes.

"Vanity, here." I pull my sneakers off and she watches me, her eyes struggling to keep focus as I crouch down and put them on her feet, tying them in a double knot so they won't come untied and trip her up. "You can just give them back whenever you can." I add and she gives me a nod.

I step back into the house, and don't even bother Nikki.

I don't feel like putting up with his nasty attitude.

A few hours later, I hear the bedroom door open, and he's slowly coming into the living room, turning on the T.V. and flipping it to MTV.

"Vanity was here." I say to him, turning a page in my book, as more of a statement than a question and he just stares at the television. "I don't like when she's here while I'm not around. I always come home to you two coked out and fighting. It scares me." I tell him.

"I dont know why." He mumbles and I roll my jaw.

"Because when you freebase you always end up waving a gun around." I state. "I'd hate to be the woman married to the murderer of Vanity."

"If you knew the whole story you wouldn't care if she died or not." He scoffs to himself and I furrow my brows.

"Well, then, what's the whole story?" I ask, putting the book down and he sighs out, shaking his head a little.

"She just picks fights. She likes to pick fights with me." He says and I rub my lips together.

"Well, damn, Nikki, I do that. That doesn't mean you scream at her like you do to me." I take up for her and he rolls his eyes.

"Vivian, I'm not arguing with you so just shut up." He tells me, tiredly.

"Are you back on junk?" I ask next and he let's out a heavy breath.

"Vivian." He snaps, glaring at me. "Drop it."

"I take that as a 'yes'." I mumble.

"Why the hell do you not stop when I ask you to?" He asks me sharply.

"I'll stop picking at you when you want me to, when you stop the drugs when I ask you to."

"And this is why I liked you better a few years ago because you kept your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open." He stands up, walking away.

"Yes, because me keeping my mouth shut out of fear of my significant other was so much better than feeling comfortable enough to voice my concerns for you." I trail behind him as he steps to the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge. "Nikki," I breathe out and he ignores me, causing me to cringe as he cracks open the beer bottle lid with his teeth, and before he can spit it in the floor, I'm plucking it from between his teeth. "I'm not trying to be a bitch or piss on your parade." I tell him, softly, throwing the lid away as he takes a swig of the beer, leaning against the counter. "I'm worried about you. Our friends are worried about you. Doc is worried about you."

"Doc's only worried about me because the office is on his back because I'm apart of the label's money train and if they lose me, they lose Mötley Crüe, and all the money we bring in." He states.

I feel bad, because it's true.

"I'm fine, Viv." He lies as he puts on a fake smirk that tries to tell me he has it under control, but it's really telling me he needs help...even if he doesn't realize he does.

He puts his beer on the counter beside him before pulling at my hand, tugging me to him, wrapping his arms around me and I hold him with my arms around his waist, looking up at him, trying not to gag because he smells like straight cocaine and sweat.

"I wanna write a song about you for the album." He tells me, his hand running through my hair.

"Are you being serious or deflecting from the fact I'm not very happy with you right now?" I ask, raising a brow.

"If I wanted to deflect anything I'd just bend you over and go to town." He shrugs and I cut my eyes at him.

He licks his lips before leaning down, but I put my hand over his mouth, stopping him from kissing me.

"After you get a shower and brush your teeth."

I'd hoped his spat with Vanity was the last for the day.

I shouldn't have thought that highly of him to only have one freebase session.

The house is pitch dark, not even the lamp in the living room is on.

Nikki must've cut it off when he went back to our bedroom.

I ended up falling asleep as he was taking a shower, and he didn't bother to wake me up when he was done.

I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, padding over the fluffy carpet of our living room after I get off the couch and stretch.

My hands carefully feel around to make sure I don't run into anything while my feet make slow, deliberate steps.

I get to the door of our room, that isn't locked, surprisingly, and I turn the door knob.

It lets out an eerie, growling "creak" as it opens and I smell bitter drugs and hear heavy, loud breathing coming from the closet, gasps escaping between each breath as Nikki scrambles around.

I can't see anything but the very faint glow of a small tea candle in the closet that he's using to see what he does, but I know he's in there.

I take one step into our room, and a wail of the deepest fear cracks through the air before a booming gun shot chases after it.

I'm hitting the floor as fast as I can, screaming as my ears ache from the noise as he just starts shooting repeatedly, and the house shakes, my only chance of protection is getting under the bed and I rush to get there, covering my ears as my spine paralyzes with fear and more shots fire out. I hear things in our house breaking and shattering from  buckshot that flies through the open doorway as Nikki is shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" with raw tears in his voice.

I keep a hand over my mouth to keep from crying too loud or else he'll open fire in this direction and keep his aim low.

I don't know if I'm hit or not, I'm scared to move around a little just to see, because he'll hear me shifting around on the carpet.

He thinks something is attacking him, he isn't thinking about it being me.

I wait for several minutes, trying not to breathe loud.

Thinking he's settled down, I shift from under the bed as quietly as I possibly can.

My ankle pops with my movement, and I immediately know I've fucked up the second he starts up again, and I feel the pressure of a smatter of shrapnel grip to my thigh and I fall on the ground, my instincts kicking in to get the hell away.

This time I crawl out of our room until I'm tucked behind the wall that leads to the living room then I'm standing and tripping over things in the floor to get to the phone in the living room, praying to God that Nikki doesn't get ballsy and get out of the closet to try to chase whatever he's hallucinating that I am, out of the house with more shots.

I'm turning on the lamp and dialing my emergency number before turning the lamp off and dragging myself to the christmas tree in the corner, holding the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" Fred croaks tiredly.

"Fred..." I whisper.

"Viv? Why the fuck are you whispering?"

"N-Nikki's got a gun." I say as calmly as I can, another "BOOM" zipping through the house and I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

"Vivian, what the hell is going on?!" I can tell the sound of a gun has woken him up as panic fills his voice.

"He's got a gun, he's hallucinating, I got hit with some buckshot but I don't know how much." I very quietly say.  "Don't call the cops. He'll get in trouble." I add, taking deep breaths as the pain starts to set in.

"Viv, I'm coming, alright? I'm coming, get somewhere and get still. I'm coming." He promises.

"Please, hurry, Fred, I'm scared." I plead under my breath, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm coming, I promise. I'm hurrying. I promise." He hangs up and a wave of quiet sobs rocks through my body, my eyes squeezing closed as I beg God to let Nikki come down.

I just got a sprinkling of metal pellets from the shell that the majority missed me, and it was in the side of my thigh, but I felt like satan had dug his nails into my leg, down to the bone.

By the time Fred's unlocking our door, and switching on the light, a angry look on his face as he has his pistol out, he heads to our bedroom before coming to me.

"He's out cold." He tells me, turning on the other light over the living room. "Holy fuck, Viv." He says and I look down at my thigh, fear gripping at my heart and I start crying.

My skin is torn to shreds, deep, black tails of metal are deep in my flesh and I'm bleeding everywhere.

"Alright, we gotta get you to the hospital." He tells me, scooping me up and my heart pounds.

"Is Nikki gonna be in trouble?" I ask him frantically, starting to get more and more worked up.

"We don't have to tell them how this happened, Vivian. You probably need fucking surgery to get that shit out of you or you're fucked. You don't have a choice." He states, carrying me out to his car.

Turns out buckshot is more brutal than I expected. I was rushed into surgery while Fred contacted Doc, and he got ahold of the guys before going to see notify Nikki he had shot his fucking wife.

Once I was finally out of surgery, they were pumping me full of morphine to ease the pain of my shredded thigh because they had to cut into more of me to dig around to get all the metal out.

"I want a divorce." I mumble to the sound of Doc and Fred talking quietly amongst themselves, as I come to, but keep my eyes shut.

"How're you feeling?" Doc asks me and I force my eyes open, squinting through my sleep.

"My husband just tried to fucking kill me. I'm not okay." I grumble, trying to sit up in the bed, expecting to feel the pain I felt before surgery from my thigh, but I don't feel anything.

I barely feel my emotions. "Am I drugged?" I ask them tiredly, glancing up at the IV drip they have me on.

Fred and Doc don't say anything, just observing my experience with the first strong drug I've been in contact with.

I lean back, actually relieved that I truly don't give a shit about anything right now.

"I get it, now." I scoff, closing my eyes.

"Vivian--"

"Did I hear Duff, earlier?" I cut Doc short. "Or was I dreaming?"

I recall hearing Duff slurring "where's he fucking at? I'll fucking kill the motherfucker? Where's he fucking at?" but can't decide if I was dreaming or if he was actually here at some point.

"He's in the waiting room with Steven and Slash." Doc informs me. "We had to get him calmed down before he got himself kicked out."

"He wants to kick Sixx's ass." Fred informs me and I smile a little to myself.

"I wanna kick Sixx's ass, too." I agree. "Go get them. I feel like I'm about to fall asleep again and I wanna see them before I go."

"Alright." Fred stands up and steps out of the room.

"The bullshit has got to stop, Doc." I tell him, hoarsely. "The heroin. The coke. The alcohol. All of it. I'm getting tired of fighting." I admit and he let's out a breath.

"I know, Viv."

"I'm so tired."

"When we get you out of here, I'll talk to him."

"Does he know where I'm at?"

"I tried to wake him up and tell him but he was too doped on smack." He explains.

"He told me he wasn't on smack anymore." I say, finding it weird that I know I feel sad, but unable to feel the weight behind the emotion.

Before he can reply, the knocking on the door signals Duff's arrival as he slowly opens it.

"Hey!" I greet him as cheerfully as I can, my eyes barely able to keep open.

"Hey, Viv." He tries to play off his feelings but I can tell he's been worried. "Uh, Slash and Steven had to head home but they're coming later on." He adds. "No, it's okay, you're here. That's all I cared about." My cold hand reaches out for his hand and he's taking it.

"I'll leave you two alone for a little." Doc tells us. "I'll see if I can reach Tommy and Vince, now."

He leaves us alone and Duff's rubbing his lips together.

"You've been drinking." I say with lack of filter.

"Yeah, I was out partying." He tries to play it off with a smile.

"I was, too." I reply, grinning lazily and he let's out a soft breath. "Oh, come on, if I can't joke about getting shot, I'll cry and I'm tired of crying so just humor me."

"I think I've been humoring you the past year, Vivian. Every time you've sworn he was gonna change." He says a little more seriously.

"He didn't mean to do this, Duff. He didn't. He gets high, and he gets scared, and he thinks something's after him."

"Fred told me if you would have been hit with the brunt of the shot, your leg would have been useless, Viv."

"But I didn't." I argue softly, a tear trailing down my cheek. "God keeps me safe."

"I don't think God wants you staying in a relationship with someone who fucking puts the life he gave you, in danger." He states.

"Do you even believe in God?" I completely belittle what he just said. "Because if not, it's in your best interest not to speak on His behalf." I finish.

"How the fuck are you so argumentative when you're on morphine?" He asks, managing to bury the argument that was brewing.

"I don't fucking know I'm just tired." I let out.

"I can go, I just needed to see you were--"

"--Can you sleep with me?" I ask him out of nowhere.

"I don't want to piss anybody off." He tells me, but I know he really means, "I don't want to risk Nikki finding out and getting the wrong idea."

"My ass is hanging out of this gown, thigh looks like a fucking piranha got a hold of it, and I've had to use the bathroom in front of a nurse so she can monitor the consistency of my shit. I feel violated in every sense. I don't give a fuck what people think of my best friend sleeping in the bed with me for comfort's sake."

"Scoot over." He says, and I gently move the best I can to make room for him.

He gets in next to me, lifting his arm to rest above his head so I can lay beside him comfortably, and before long, his soft snoring brings a peaceful blanket of serenity and wraps it around me as I give into the drugs in my system pulling me into a sleep so I can help myself heal.

[soulangel]

Are you still doing this drabble thing? I would like to request a FEW things 😂 I hope it's not too much, I just couldn't decide 😂 if you only wanna do one or so it's fine too, even if you don't do it anymore it's okay 💜 Just don't feel stressed and take your time sweetie 💜 17 and 28 with San, 36 with Hyunjin, 49 with Taehyung, 88 with Seonghwa and 103 with Felix.

Hiiii! Sorry this took so long. One of your prompt ideas gave me an excellent idea for a story I'm starting to cook up and I've been trying to find ways to finish this while writing other works 😅 but I hope you enjoy these!

17. “Stop it! It tickles!”

You know the easiest way to wind down is that doesn’t involve putting toxic things into your body? Watching your two best friends running around their dorm room trying to play a weird sort of tag game as you try your hardest to help another friend with whatever it is they were doing. “No no, this is all wrong.” You mumbled quietly, rearranging the paperwork on the table.

Hongjoong pouted at you and whined about how picky you were when Wooyoung jumped over the couch and wrapped his arms around you to use as a shield. San, while chasing Wooyoung, jumped in front of you both and held his arms at either side of his body, watching you like a hawk. “Now?” He asked quietly, which you assumed meant they were teaming up against you.

You glared at him. “I swear if you two are gonna attack me…” You started, lifting your finger to point at him.

He held his hands up in defense and grinned innocently. “What are you gonna do Princess? Smack us?” He retorted with a smirk.

Wooyoung started immediately attacking your sides with his fingers while San jumped on top of you, earning a very loud squeal from you. Hongjoong had gotten up after Wooyoung jumped over the couch and barely started touching. “No! No tickling! That’s against the rules! Stop it! It tickles!” You squealed and laughed a little while the two of them started to tickle you.

It only took a few minutes before the two stopped and cuddled with you, completely spent from all the playing around they were doing.

28. “You’re still mad?”

You huffed in annoyance and continued trying your best to pace around the room, arms crossed and a very large frown on your face. While you were pacing, your boyfriend sat on the couch in front of you, slowly sinking further and further into the couch the more you paced in front of him. “Are you SERIOUS right now?!” You finally let out, whirling to face him quickly.

San stared at you wide eyed before he started fiddling with his fingers. “I didn’t think it would be such a big thing for you….I just used your body wash.” He whined.

You glared at him with such ferocity, he thought for sure he died twice. “You’re still mad about it?” He asked you, sensing that was probably the wrong thing to say in this situation.

“Of course I’m mad! I’m out of body wash now!” You yelled back before flopping on the couch with a childish pout, switching your emotions 180 degrees.

He snorted at your expression and stroked a hand through your hair. “I’ll buy you more. And I’ll also get two bottles so I can have one too!” He said, grinning innocently at you to get you to laugh.

You rolled your eyes and smiled a little at the dorkiness of your boyfriend.

36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

With a long day behind you and a very tired looking boyfriend on your shoulder, you just wanted to fall on the couch and sleep there thanks to the schedule you both had to keep up with. “Come on Babe, just a little further.” You mumbled tired, yawning at the end.

He groaned and rolled his head around until he was able to rest it on your shoulder, grumbling things under his breath you couldn’t understand. “Let’s go to bed….it’s right there.” He whined, pointing at the bedroom that just seemed too far away for you to walk to.

You pursed your lips at the thought and weighed your options. You could either stumble your way to the room and pass out on the mattress without changing your clothes, or you could stay out in the living room, lay on the couch with Hyunjin and fall asleep to the sound of a movie playing in the background. Honestly, the second option was sounding a lot more appealing to you since it involved close quarters for you both, it was close, and there was background noise for you! “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch? Or at least nap there, and then we can move to the bedroom when we have more energy.” You replied through another yawn, almost causing the both of you to fall with the lack of strength you had finally.

He groaned but nodded his head tiredly. “But what about our clothes?” He asked, glancing down at your attire and then his.

You smirked at him. “Those can be 100% off for all I care. It’s not like we have company coming over.” You replied easily, dropping him on the couch before your body landed on his.

He didn’t even get the innuendo you’d made since he passed out the moment his head hit the armrest.

49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“Jagi! Look what I snagged from Namjoon!” Your boyfriend smiled happily the moment he rushed into the room.

You glanced up from your phone to see Taehyung holding two pieces of...something in his hands. “Tae….what is that?” You asked him with a small sigh, giggling softly when he gave you his signature smile and jumped onto the bed next to you.

He handed you the popsicle and started licking the one in his hand. “Snacks for our midnight movie session!” He grinned at you innocently, watching you slowly start snacking on the popsicle in your hand.

You both were so focused on eating that you didn’t hear the door open until Namjoon was in the doorway with Jin peeking around his shoulder. “Go to bed you two! No more midnight movies! Tae, you get so tired the next day you can’t focus! BED!” The leader shouted at both of you, earning startled looks from you two.

You-wanting to be the good influence on your childish boyfriend-immediately finished your popsicle and set the stick on the nightstand beside you, flopping onto the bed quickly after and pulling Taehyung down with you. You two closed your eyes to go to sleep and waited for the door to close after Namjoon and Jin before you glared at him in the dark. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” You whined, moving away from him slightly to keep his feet off your warm body.

“But you’re warm….”

“And you’re cold! Stop stealing my heat!”

“I SAID GO TO BED!”

88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

Bloody and bruised, you stared at the spot your boyfriend had previously stood in, wondering what he was doing once he moved out of your line of sight. “S-Seonghwa? Please talk to me….I-I didn’t mean to-He was going to kill you! I didn’t know what else to do!” You whimpered, rubbing your sleeves along your bloodstained cheeks, leaving red smears under your eyes.

Seconds later the familiar black leather, raven haired man stood in front of you with warm rags, gently running it along your knuckles and arms to start getting rid of the blood on your hands. “Ssshhh it’s okay.” He whispered softly, soothing your fried emotions the best he could with words alone.

You sniffled and went to rub a sleeve over your face again before he stopped you and held onto your hands gently. “I love you, Y/N. I don’t know what happened for it to get this way, and I don’t know what we’re going to do about it. But after everything...I’d still choose you. LIke I am right now. He was going to kill me. See that knife? Would it have been better to be buried in me, or him?” He wondered, watching your eyes as you took in his words.

You shook your head. “N-no! Nothing will ever happen to you!” You shouted, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He smiled and tangled a hand in your hair, pressing you into his leather. “That’s my girl. Good girl.” He cooed softly, earning a smile from you at the praise.

He smirked at the idea of you protecting him, thinking about how perfect it would be to turn you into his personal bodyguard and weapon of mass chaos. Oh how the world would tremble at his feet with you doing his dirty work. 

103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

After a long night of practice and getting yelled at by his leader, Felix had called you up insisting to go out for some food. Your comfort food to be exact. “Won’t Chan get mad at you though?” You asked with a frown, watching Felix jump around in his excitement.

He chuckled and shook his head. “As long as we bring something back for him, he won’t care too much. Now come on!” He replied, flinging his arm around with a snicker before sprinting down the street.

You didn’t even bother catching up since you knew where you were going. And it was barely a two minute walk from the dorm room you snuck out of. Though because Felix ran, and you walked, by the time you made it inside the fast food joint, he’d already had the food ordered and was waiting in a booth for you. “Jeez, you’re so slow.” He complained with a smile, 

You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and patiently waited for the food with him making random jokes to pass the time. The moment the food was placed in front of you, you snagged the fries and smiled happily at the taste of the salt on your tongue. “Mmmm!” You groaned in bliss.

He rolled his own eyes this time and sighed, leaning over to grab some fries from you, before you slapped his hand and glared at him. “Ow!” He whined, flailing his hand to help soothe the burn.

You hoarded the fries to you and grumbled, wrapping your arms around them for protection. “Mine….”

He pouted. “But….but….Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” He finally grumbled, holding his hand out to await you putting fried in his hand.

You just stuck your tongue out in response and stuffed a huge mouthful into your cheeks. “No!”