#I love you so f***ing much ga

[sooruh]

EVERYONE LISTEN TO CREATURES IN HEAVEN BY GLASS ANIMALS

[pork-soda-91]

oh god i haven’t posted in so long.. here’s scribbles of me in the corolla ;)

i did in fact enjoy the new album very much 🙂‍↕️

[insidejiaqi]

Nat Day adventure

Had this in my draft for too long and didnt post hahahah.

WARNING: this is quite extreme. reader discretion advised.

Felt cute. pic not related to story.

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Made casual remark to do balls stepping on twitter. Someone actually replied and wanted me to do it to him. Tbh I never wanted to do meet ups. But I guess I was horny and itching to humiliate some loser. So I made an exception and agreed.

Before we met up, i made a ton on request to him to make sure it was not some set up to fuck me. I made him buy cable ties, blindfold and a chastity cage before going to the meet up point. It was national day so he had a hard time getting it which added to more entertainment for me.

When I arrived at the staircase, he was already there kneeling on the floor, pants unzipped with his dick sticking out locked in a chastity cage. He was blindfolded as instructed and has his hand tied together with a cable tie.

I looked around, made sure no one was around before engaging. took my carabiner and hooked his hands above his head to the railing behind.

"Mistress is that you?"

"mhmmm shhh no one gave you permission to speak"

instantly gave him a kick to the balls to punish him for speaking without permission. watching him squirm in pain was so enjoyable i had to do it again. and it did not take long for that to happen.

"sorry mistress... ahhhh"

another kick to the balls. still did not get permission to speak. ahh i just love gas lighting men.

"did you bring the stuff?"

"yes mistress. ahhh" - as expected, kick to the balls.

"you may speak now"

"yes mistress. its in the bag."

I opened the bag and the first thing i took out was a pair of used panties.

"wow your gf is one smelly bitch"

"yes mistress... sorry i shouldnt spea.. ahhhh"

I then stuffed the disgusting panties in his mouth which he seemed to like alot.

Next thing out of his bag was a pair of his gf's heels. I wore it and started stepping on his balls. Hand to his throat, I spat on his face and started slapping him.

"you f*ing disgusting loser. you like getting tortured?"

"mmhmmmmm"

"do you want me to stop?"

he shook his head.

"well, you said no limit loser. so i wont stop till i am satisfied."

"mhmmmmmm" he nodded his head.

Next i took out the clothes pegs from the bag. I pulled up his shirt and pegged his nipples. he was squirming in pain when the peg went on.

"oh is it too painful? i can take it off."

he shaked is head. but i did not care and yanked the peg off his nipples. he let out a scream that was muffled by the panties gag in his mouth.

"stfu! later someone hear you!" followed by another kick to the balls. so much striking on the balls that i feel he might not be able to make babies anymore.

placed the pegs back on his nipples and yanked it off a few more times before i keep it on permanently. then with the left over pegs, i clipped it on his disgusting ball sac and balls.

Last thing out of his bag was the lush he bought for his GF. apparently his gf was not to keen on using it. So I took initiative and made sure money is not wasted. Stuffed the lush up his ass and watched him moan in pleasure as the lush penetrated his ass.

"First time?"

He nodded.

"Time to turn it on HEHEH"

I sat back and turned it on from my phone to play with him. He instinctively wanted to crouch down. but because his hands is locked on the railing, he could not.

I was so turned on from looking at him squirming with his nipples pegged, cock locked and kneeling on the floor. I spread my legs, pulled aside my panties and started playing with my pussy. It did not take long for me to squirt my first load on to him.

"that is my present to you."

I continued playing with the intensity of the vibe till he was about to cum. then i stood up and stepped on his balls to ruin his orgasm. ropes of his white cum leaked onto the floor. some leaked onto my toes which was disgusting.

took out the panties from his mouth, released his hands from the railing and pushed his head to the floor.

"lick up you disgusting cum loser."

"yes mistress"

I stepped on his head as he licked his own cum up from the floor. at the same time, the nat day fireworks went off.

"hehehe this is fun. you can take off the blindfold after you count to 100. byeeee"

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"wait wait!! mistress may i make a request"

"what"

"could you please pee in my mouth?"

"are you serious?"

"yes please!!"

I actually really wanted to pee at that time too. so.. well.. why not... i made him lied down on the floor. pulled up my skirt and squatted over him to pee straight in his mouth.

"mmmm, mistress you taste so good. you are my favourite drink." he drank every drip of it.

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"lol. kk. byeee" i adjusted my skirt, stuffed his gf's panties back in his mouth, gave him one final spit on his face and left. otw home, i saw the lush was still connected so i continued playing with it.

apparently he met his gf after and was trying to keep a straight face when the lush went off.

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Appreciate yall for reading my sexual recounts. Do yall think this is too extreme? hahaha but writing this got me so turned on i cummed 3 times while writing it. Took a few pictures of him. would it be too graphic to show it? HAHA.

If you liked it, do give it a like and reblog!

Follow me on twitter at @jiaqi2602 for short snippets!

[awkward-writes-shit]

Hi Awkward! I love your work! Could you please write TF2 mercs x clingy reader? Thank you so much!

Wait no I love this prompt-

(Sorry that some of them are short, started running out of ideas.)

Mercs x Clingy Reader

In this order (Medic, Spy, Scout, Heavy, Pyro, Demoman, Sniper, Engineer, Soldier.)

Medic

Dudes a bird parent, do you realise how much attention birds need?

More than willing to give you that attention though.

You wanna cuddle when he’s in the middle of removing Scouts organs? Scout can wait.

He is at your beck and call 24/7

Spy

You know this man spoils you. Both with attention and gifts.

After battle hang outs in his smoking room any time you want.

Always invites you to go with him. (LIKE A GENTLEMAN)

French nicknames 💯💯💯💯💯💯

Scout

…More than him…? Impossible.

You were made for each other.

“Jer… Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“… Would you still love me :(“

I ain’t sure about you, but I f-ing love the clingy couple dynamic.

Heavy

Loves it. Loves it so much.

I headcannon that he enjoys carrying around his S/O

More than willing to have you constantly following him around like a lost puppy.

Pyro

Much like Scout, he’s also really clingy.

You know what it looks like when a child picks up a cat? Yeah that’s him picking you up.

Randomly kidnaps each other. It’s almost like a game of who can kidnap the other first.

Demoman

My dude is a sucker for attention.

Hand holding, following him around, getting drunk together, everything.

Drunken rambling about how much he loves you.

Sniper

Not used to affection at all.

Not against it, but sort of just… Freezes.

Not really into PDA like some of the others are, but will hold your hand.

Engineer

Much like I said in the laughing gas headcannons, he gets really flustered really easy.

Loves it when you spend time with him in his workshop. It makes him feel so special and smart.

Like Sniper he’s not really into PDA, but will super secretly link pinkies with you.

This one was fun to write! My brain is just melted to so I might update it later.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Oh boy have you unleashed the kraken with this one

Mark this as another One Piece Spicy because Caesar Clown is making me go to horny jail

Tall lanky character! I am a big fan of bean poles, they are the number 1 thing I find hot in an Anime character (they don't actually have to be tall, they just have to look it) and oh boy does Caesar provide me with that

The voice (English dub) I love hearing him talk! I fell in love with the VA's voice back when he voiced Hildon in the Thriller Bark arc but as Caesar it gives that seductive manipulative vibe that I want to hear being whispering in my hear as he wraps himself around. To feel his hot breath and lips on my ear as he praises me, bonus if it's while he's f***ing me

I 👏 have 👏 a 👏 praise 👏 kink 👏, Caesar Clown does a great job praising people because he's manipulative like that and he sounds so kind and genuine while doing it, I just want him to pet my head while I pur and nuzzle into his hand

His color scheme! I love characters with purple hair and Golden eyes, that is the best combo after black hair & black eyes! If an Anime character has purple hair and golden eyes, they become 1000% hotter and fuckable in my eyes. Also his yellow threads may seem weird on any other character but with his color scheme + point 1, it works and makes him specifically hot

BIG FLUFFY COAT! I know it's probably not solid because it's gas but so are clouds yet that doesn't stop human imagination thinking it's fluffy and wanting to sleep on it

He pulls off the long hair. There are a lot of Anime characters who have long hair but they just have it. Caesar looks hot with it AND it also looks soft and fluffy. I would love to play with his hair

Since he can control gas, and oxygen is a gas, when he kisses you, you never have to pull away for air because he can give it to you so you can have the longest and most passionate kisses with him 💞

Size kink

Have I mentioned how much I love his voice? You do not understand how easily I fall for a character by voice and Caesar's is heavenly. It's so smooth and mischievous, I melt every I hear it. I am begging for the world to make Caesar Clown asmr

At the end of the day he's a silly guy who also wants to be praised and appreciated. I would love to be his friend and give him hugs and love... and to have him melt in my hands, become my pet, and hear that voice moan and pur

For context, they are responding to this post about Caesar Clown

At least we're self-aware

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Food

Witchers were known for being tough. For being able to survive conditions a normal human would not be able to. Witchers were stronger, more resilient, resistant to disease, and able to heal faster than humans.

Their bodies were altered to survive on little food, water, and sleep, and to be able to metabolize the poisons they drank to fight. It was very hard to poison a Witcher. They were made to keep going.

Geralt was no exception. When he was on the Path, he could drive for days without proper sleep (sometimes no sleep), and he would only stop for food when he absolutely had to.

Before he started living with Yennefer and Jaskier, it was just him, alone, so he didn't really worry too much about eating and sleeping regularly. He could eat what he wanted, when he wanted, which, admittently was usually a sandwich or microwave item from a gas station. And only when he had enough money after buying fuel.

But then he met Jaskier, and things changed. He aquired an old van so Jaskier wouldn't have to sleep in the dirt on the side of the road, or crammed in the small truck Geralt had been driving. He had to stop more often so Jaskier could eat, or get a decent amount of sleep.

Geralt was a little annoyed at first. He wasn't used to stopping so often. He was a 'We aren't stopping until we get there' kind of guy, but now he had a fragile human to keep alive, so he grudgingly started making regular stops so Jaskier could get something to eat.

Gas stations became unacceptable food sources after a janky sandwich left Jaskier violently ill. Jaskier convinced Geralt (between bouts of vomiting) that eating (real, safe food) regularly was a good thing. Just because he could survive on little food (or suspicious gas station food), didn't mean it was a healthy thing to do.

"Why shouldn't Witchers eat well, Geralt? Why shouldn't they get a decent amount of sleep and take care of themselves?"

"Hm,"

"Because they're Witchers? That's a sh*t argument, Geralt."

"You keep your swords in excellent shape. You make sure they are clean, sharp, and in good repair. You should do the same for your body."

"Hmm."

Geralt thought about it, and admitted to himself that Jaskier was correct. Some of his contracts would not have been nearly as hard if he had been well rested and had been eating better.

He started making sure that he and Jaskier ate regular meals. If it was a quick stop, he made sure it was food from a deli, or other reputable place with actual sanitary food handling standards.

Although sometimes all they could get was questionable gas station food.

Jaskier *holding up two sandwiches*: "Geralt, would you like explosive diarrhea or projectile vomiting?"

Geralt: " I'll take the projectile vomiting."

And then he met Yennefer, and they decided to move in with Jaskier at his house in Oxenfurt.

At first Geralt stuck to his old habits of eating only when he was really hungry and he absolutely had to eat.

He started keeping a small hoard of food in his room. He couldn't really explain why. It was mostly bags of beef jerky, crisps, and granola bars. There were also a few honey buns sprinkled in.

He got over it after Yennefer caught him trying to replenish his hoard.

"Are you actually hoarding food? Like a f***ing hamster?"

"We have food, Geralt! And don't think I haven't noticed you not eating properly!"

"Well, maybe if you would f***ing eat with us three times a day you wouldn't be hungry."

You're supposed to eat three meals every day, you plank! And eat real food, not this junk!"

"You aren't on the Path, and even when you are, you don't have to worry about money for food, so you don't have to starve yourself."

You can keep your snack hoard, but you're going to join Jaskier and I for every meal, or there will be consequences. Do you hear me, Geralt? Consequences!"

"And give me one of those honey buns, I love those things."

Thus, after a brief adjustment period, Geralt got used to the idea of eating regularly. It was odd, sitting down to three full meals every day. He had been so used to being hungry all the time, that it was strange to...not be.

After a few months of eating well, Geralt noticed that his hair and skin looked better too. And then he noticed something else.

He was stood in front of the mirror in his room, studying his reflection. He turned this way and that, and looked at how his usually very well-defined muscles where kind of...soft looking.

Geralt had been concerned and mentioned it to Yennefer. The witch had rolled her eyes and told him he was being silly.

"You aren't supposed to look like a shrink wrapped string of footballs, Geralt. Normal people have a layer of fat under their skin that is supposed to be there!"

"Hm!"

"A Dad Bod? That's not a Dad Bod! And even if it was, so what? What's wrong with a Dad Bod?"

"Hmmm!"

"Oh, for f**k's sake! You aren't overweight, you muppet! You finally don't look like a starving wolf! Good gods, those don't even count as love handles!"

"Hm..."

"Stop being ridiculous! You aren't supposed to look like you've been vacuum sealed. That's just an unhealthy body standard pushed by idiots and morons."

Geralt wasn't terribly convinced at first, but he eventually realized that Yennefer was right. He decided he liked this new body. He noticed that he had more energy, fighting monsters was easier, he was recovering from toxicity more quickly, and he just overall felt so much better.

He did end up with a Dad Bod after putting on some extra weight over the winter when there was nothing much to do but sit around or go to friends and family for holiday celebrations with lots of food.

Geralt got to experience his first food coma that winter. They had gone to Madeleine's house for the winter solstice. She and Yennefer had made lots of food. Geralt had passed out on Madeleine's couch, with crumbs on his shirt front, gravy on his cheek, and his belt and the button on his pants undone to make room for his overly full belly.

More than a few comemorative photos had been taken while he'd slept.

He was self-concious after gaining the extra weight, but Yennefer and Jaskier never made fun of him, or made any derogatory comments. They never commented at all about his love handles, or the extra padding on his belly, which was kind of starting to loom over his waistband. In fact, they seemed to like this 'squishy' Geralt.

They were constanly huggng him, or snuggling up with him on the couch while they watched the telly. Sometimes they even made him lay on the floor and used him as their personal heated cushion.

There was just something comfortable and nice about a soft, warm Witcher belly! It was better than any old pillow or couch cushion.

Sometimes they even fought over who was going to get first pick of what part of him they were going to cuddle.

"You got to put your head on his pillowy boobs last time, Yen!"

"Yeah, well you got to sleep with your face in his tiddies for months!"

"That doesn't count, Yennefer! I was dealing with a traumatic event! I couldn't even enjoy it! And they weren't even this cushy!"

"Tough sh*t, f**kwit, it still counts!"

"It does not, you a**waffle!"

Geralt ended the argument by grabbing both of them and smashing their faces into his tits. The surprised yelps quickly turned into muffled giggles.

When the weather warmed up, turning back into Spring, Geralt spent a little time off the Path, getting himself back into shape. He set up a little workout area outside in the backyard, and put it to good use every day, unknowingly giving their elderly neighbor lady a nice little show.

[jennaflare]

Nextfest Game Demos You Should Try

I've been playing a ton of demos during nextfest (going until 10/21 if you want to try any of these yourself!) and figured I'd spread the good word about some games worth checking out. Naturally, all these demos are free. I trawled mostly through the "story-driven" section, but there's a range of genres I tried. If you like games like Disco Elysium, Pentiment, In Stars and Time, or Night in the Woods, we might have similar taste! (Here's a longer list of games I've enjoyed)

Citizen Sleeper 2: Starward Vector

The sequel to the fantastic sci-fi RPG Citizen Sleeper (which if you haven't played it yet, what are you doing! go! play it!). This game is a Discolike that has its own identity and mechanics. Big emphasis on space capitalism and how awful it is. This one introduces an actual crew to the familiar gameplay of the previous game, which I'm very excited about. I love the idea of actually having my own ship + people aboard it who are a continuous presence in my game. Check! It! Out!

The Rise of the Golden Idol

An extremely good puzzle game where you collect clues and fill in the blanks (literally). I still haven't played the first one (only played the demo for that too) but man! The game mechanics are fun and I love the art soo much. I love solving puzzles and I love how these are decently challenging without feeling like I'm beating my head against a wall.

The Scarlet Deer Inn

An adventure game inspired by Slavic folklore where you play as a mother and innkeeper. All the characters are embroidered!! It's so cool!!! Visually, it evokes Ghibli and Pentiment. The story quickly took a dark turn in the demo, and I am extremely intrigued to see where this project goes. Highly highly recommend checking this one out.

Keep Driving

A lowkey management RPG with great pixel graphics and fun music. You're a young person on a road trip, so you need to maintain your car, work odd jobs to buy gas, and most importantly, have fun! I can easily see myself losing entire days to this game. Fun little gameplay loop. Give it a try!

Mushroom Musume

Raise a mushroom daughter in this pixel RPG! Just in the demo, there's something like 30 endings. I've played through three times and gotten three different mushroom daughters, and the final version (out later this year) will have double the content that's in the demo. The art is great and the game is well-written. I'm going to keep playing this demo until I've exhausted it!

Loco Motive

Point-and-click murder mystery comedy on a train. Great voice acting, fun & bouncy pixel art! Had a great time playing this one. Not a lot to say about it aside from it's fun and made me laugh.

Urban Myth Dissolution Center

Ooooo it's spooky! Another pixel game with really, really fantastic art. You're a new investigator for the Urban Myth Dissolution Center and it's your job to look into rumors of urban legends. This one's also a point-and-click investigation game, though with a bent towards horror. Really looking forward to getting to play the full release for this one.

The League of the Hustlers

A point-and-click adventure game set in 1700s France. You play as the members of a group of rebels who rob & murder nobility, specifically those tied to an organization called the Sons of Sun (I think they said that was the name anyway). I'm intrigued by this one! The demo was short and some of the mechanics are stupid difficult (looking at you, swordfighting minigame), but I was able to skip the section after a few failed attempts. There was very little in the way of instruction on the minigames, so I hope they add that in. I like the art style.

The Edge of Allegoria

Pixel turn-based RPG that takes inspiration from classics of the genre. It goes a little too hard on delivering on the steam store's page promise of "this ain't no f@#%ing kid's game" imo. Like ok I get it, you say fuck a lot and murder squirrels. That said I did have fun with the mechanics, and the humor could probably work for some people. Feels like the kind of game I really would have liked between the ages of 16 and 20 because it was "edgy" and "not for kids." ymmv.

Button Man

Set in 1920s Nova Scotia, you play as an enforcer for a local gangster. I love the vintage comic book art style with the halftones and comic book panels. The controls were a little weird (for some reason I couldn't use WASD for movement) and there's like two different interact buttons and they don't explain either? Didn't get to see too much of the story, but I had fun with it.

My Party Needs an Alchemist

Extremely cute. You play as an alchemist struggling to gather ingredients in a dangerous world. Luckily, you find a party to help you out, you just have to keep them alive! I have been craving an alchemy game that I actually think is fun (aka something that breaks up the monotony of making potions with story or some other minigame or whatever) and this looks very promising! The characters I've met so far are sweet and the art style is adorable. Looking forward to the release for this one.

Rooster

Another cute one. You play as Rooster of the Chinese zodiac, sent back to ancient China to learn a lesson. About being a decent person, I think? The art is cute and the music is nice. It's a very casual experience and feels like it's meant for a younger audience.

Polismos

An ancient Greek citybuilder. It seems very intricate and could potentially be fun! The UI is a bit busy, but that's kind of how citybuilders tend to be. I didn't play too much because I always WANT to like citybuilders but I never find them all that fun. Worth a look if it's your genre, though.

Demos I played so you don't have to

Divinastros - Card game using tarot suit cards & zodiac influences. You're fighting against Olympus (often mispelled in the game as "Olimpus," though the misspelling is inconsistent). I never really figured out how to play because it felt like the rules and objectives were poorly explained. Mediocre art and the game is rife with misspellings and grammatical errors I would have overlooked if the game had been fun. Maybe you'll get the hang of it, though.

Grimfield Mystery - This one was sooo disappointing. The art & vibe of the trailer made me think of Gravity Falls, but the gameplay was clunky, poorly explained, and not really fun. Maybe the full release will improve upon what's here but for now, I don't recommend it, and I'm not wishlisting this one.

Ad Agency Simulator - Another in these weird specific simulator genre. Fun enough, if that's the kind of thing you like. Drag-n-drop ad maker thing. Possibly uses AI art but I really didn't look that hard or play that much so. shrug.

[souji-upseta]

CW: animal harm, eating disorder, alcohol mentiom

yeah so i've been alternating between manic fervor, catatonia, binge eating, and jake english-ing my sorrows with the odd screw-top bottle of gas station wine mixed with electrolyte powder.

wait, no, that's not jake english-ing my sorrows. jake wouldn't be smart enough to mix it with electrolyte powder and he'd do that while drinking enough to supply an entire ill-advised indoor shooting range with a whole day's worth of practice targets [homestuck digression in f major, op. 69]

i've been kind of a wreck, is what im saying, lol.

this is bc one of my runner ducks was mauled on our property by an offleash domestic dog whi'd broken inside of their enclosure and my mental health skillset has proven ineffecient for this kind of trauma and emergency.

her condition is still very touch and go and her surgery if even possible will be extremely risky, expensive. like "her surgery where the anesthesia might just kill her anyway, or finishing your degree, pick one" expensive.

her name is splitzø, and it's pronounced like the word "split", the z and ø are silent. keep her in your thoughts, light a candle for her.

hell, light one up for me, too. not a candle tho, light up a fuckin fat blunt for me

or just light me a candle. or don't. just send good vibes to us, it helps a lot. ♡ i'm way more concerned abt her to the point where even tho it's not rly my thing to do, i probably can't go wrong stating on a public platform (affirmations are p powerful sometimes damn) that i need to prioritize myself in order to be able to give her care and that i need help too. i haven't even called my dr. about my colitis flare-up (i have colitis too it turns out, btw) gdi

she needs a lot more help than i do tho. i can't even imagine how much pain she's in. she doesn't seem to be outright suffering and she's been acting like herself (hard to tell w prey animals tho) and i hope she pulls through. it IS an injury that's possible to recover from.

i hope so. i raised her from since she was a day old little black goth fluffball of a duckling.

i don't have a gofundme or anything, i'm working on it, as well as emergency sales, and y'know getting a fucking job since my dumb ass quut mine at the worst time—

but, since she isn't exactly a relative of scrooge mcduck and my supportive family can only do so much, if anyone wants to donate towards her vet costs i'm not gonna say no, feel free to DM me.

and go tell your pets you love them and cherish them when u get a chance. 🖤

here's a photo i took a couple minutes after the attack. which it is AMAZING that she survived and that i intercepted it in time. it's amazing she only has injuries that are possible if uncommon to recover from. rn she looks exactly like she did before the attack (google "black runner duck". I promise they're a duck breed and not a variety of bowling pin)

she's doing amazing, all things considered. while she needs to be immobilized as much as possible inside her hospital cage in order for her to heal, she can hobble around, she's eating, drinking, bein a duck, still her sassy lil self. she's unfortunately a little terrified of me now bc i'm the bad guy who forces her to take her expensive prescription meds 😔

413 tomorrow and i probably can't celebrate with ya'll bc everything is Fuck but. im with u in spirit and ily. 💖

[jjungkookislife]

Tidal Wave

ღ pairing: car wash!jk x gas station cashier!reader, jk x ex-fwb

ღ genre: coworkers to friends to lovers, smut 18+

ღ summary: Working at the gas station beside the car wash has its perks: half off snacks, a perfect view of the car wash employees who are sin incarnate, and most importantly, Jeon Jungkook.

ღ wc: 12k

ღ warnings: cursing, tattooed!koo, mention of “bad” tattoos (this isn’t to offend anyone if you have these, it’s just jk’s opinion of them now that he’s older), purple!koo, pierced!koo, jealousy (oc lies about jk being married), mention of nervousness, jk’s ex makes a scene at his job, jk shows oc how to wash a car properly which leads to (accidental and not) rubbing, see through wet shirts, making out (semi-public) on a car, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching), hair pulling, soft!jk but also confident!jk, showering together and making out, nipple play, pet names, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cock slapping, some manhandling, spanking, choking, mention of f. masturbation and vibrator use, bondage mention, shower sex, sex at a workplace, unprotected sex, creampie

ღ date: July 13, 2021

ღ a/n: names after the chase atlantic song not the car wash chain. this was supposed to be 3k but if you’ve followed me for a while you know 1) i don’t now how to shut up and 2) pwp isn’t my forte! I hope you all enjoy and lemme know what you think here or commenting and reblogging. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you love car wash!jk as much as I do!

ღ thank you to @cherryjungkookie and @dntaewithluv​ for beta-ing for me and listening to me doubt myself and then fangirl over car wash!jk <3

Jungkook took his summer job very seriously. After all, it was his best friend, Taehyung, that had landed him the gig in the first place. Jungkook was desperate for some source of income, wanting to save up to pay for his schooling in just a few months. Plus, some spending money wouldn’t hurt. Other than the blistering heat and his clothes constantly getting soaked, Jungkook genuinely enjoyed his job. Okay, maybe the pruned fingers annoyed him as well, but that was hard to avoid when he spent his day washing cars.

On the flip side, the car wash he worked at was attached to a gas station that sold his favorite Icee, Vanilla Coke. He’d pop in at least once a day for an Icee and to enjoy the blasting cold air from the AC. Usually, his manager, Yoongi, would already be inside chatting up the pretty cashier. Jungkook didn’t know her name, but he knew she was beautiful with the most radiant smile he’d ever seen. It made his heart flutter in his chest. 

Today, Jungkook lingered in the store, sitting on one chair at a table that overlooked the car wash. Unlike other gas stations, this one had giant glass pane walls that were thick and very solid. From his spot, Jungkook could see Taehyung washing one of the last cars of the day. 

“Oh,” Jungkook sighed happily as he sipped on his sweet treat. Sweat beaded on his forehead, slicking his purple locks to his skin. He pushed it back, mindful of his eyebrow piercing, and went for another sip of his icee. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, Trunks?” Yoongi approached him, sipping on his drink. Jungkook can’t tell if it’s cotton candy or blue vanilla, but by the look of disgust on Yoongi’s face, he knows it’s not what he wanted. 

“It’s not even the same shade,” Jungkook grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Besides, I’m on my state-mandated break, so fuck off.”

Yoongi throws his head back and laughs at the younger man, “take as long as you want you little brat. Have Tae close up, I’m going home.”

Jungkook dismisses Yoongi with a wave. Great, now he had to help close up. 

A heavy exhale escapes him as he clenches his fist. The tattoos on his knuckles become more prominent. On his right hand, his knuckles read FUCK, and on the left, it read LOVE. He’d been a dumb overeager eighteen-year-old with a lick of freedom and a splash of idiocy when he’d gotten those tattoos. However, those bad tattoos didn’t keep him away from the shops, adding more and more intricate pieces of art to his skin. 

Despite the word tattooed on his knuckles, Jungkook didn’t do love. He’d been soured of the notion by a few relationships that went south in his younger years, but now that he was older, he was considering opening himself (and his heart) to the opportunity. Nobody had captured his attention… nobody but you. 

Days later, you found yourself at work. Your horrid work shirt clung to your body as sweat beads on every inch. It was the hottest day of the summer (thus far) and even with the AC working overtime; the heat had you clasped in its claws, unwilling to surrender you to the breeze. 

The only thing keeping you conscious was the delicious view you had through the glass panes facing the car wash attached to the building. You’re not sure what the requirements for the job were, but you’d gladly kiss the feet of the hiring manager for hiring such a beautiful, delectable staff. 

“You know you don’t get paid for having wet dreams at the register, right?” Yoongi smirks as he places his snacks on the counter. You peel your eyes off the men washing a black sedan, a scowl on your lips. 

“Do they pay you to be obnoxious?” You retort, popping your pink bubblegum. 

“Actually, they do. I get paid to keep everyone on their toes,” Yoongi smiles cheekily. With a roll of your eyes, you scan his items, bagging them as he inserts his card into the reader. 

“Not in here, you don’t. Your total is eight dollars and sixty-seven cents.” 

“All I’m saying is,” Yoongi smirks, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your crush on Trunks is pretty obvious.” Yoongi removes his card from the reader, saluting you with two fingers before collecting his bag of goodies and heading out the door. 

“So annoying,” you mutter, ripping the receipt out of the printer to toss in the trash. Your eyes roam to the wall, the giant clock ticking slowly. You still had five hours until the end of your shift and only one more to ogle Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook, he was currently hosing himself down with the water hose. His head tilted back, his thick neck exposed as he peeled his wet shirt off his chest. Jungkook is unaware of your gaze, focused on relieving the heat that beat down on him, despite the sun beginning to set. He was more than ready to call it a day, take a long, hot shower, and head home.

A bashful smile appears on your lips when he turns, his eyes locking on yours. He waves, grinning brightly before shutting the hose off. He’s soaking wet, his white t-shirt clinging to his torso, contorting to the ridges of his abs. Jungkook was sin incarnate and didn’t know it. If only you could talk to him past “hello, how are you?” and “your total is.” 

“Wow! How is it fair that he just looks like that?” Your coworker, Mayra says with a dreamy expression. “And not only him, everyone who works there is sex on legs.”

“Mayra,” you giggle, shaking your head.

“Am I lying? Look at Tae, you think he rolls up his sleeves because it’s hot? No, he’s showing off just like Jungkook is right now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Jungkook was showing off for you. Quick, he’s looking over!” Mayra turns to stock the cigarettes behind the counter, unable to handle Jungkook and Taehyung’s gaze. But unfortunately for you, you can’t help but look when you’re told not to.

Jungkook smiles, waving at you enthusiastically. 

Did he have to be so gorgeous?

“What’s her name?” Jungkook asks his friend after noting how flustered you’ve gotten when he waved at you. 

“Hmm?” Taehyung slowly turns his head to face Jungkook, unable to keep his gaze off his crush for too long. “Which one?”

“Obviously not the one you’re drooling about,” Jungkook teases, spraying Taehyung with the hose. 

“Fuck you,” he laughs, covering his face with his hands. Jungkook sprays Taehyung a bit more before shutting the hose off. “Mayra is stocking cigarettes and Y/n is the cashier.”

Jungkook repeats your name, testing it out and committing it to memory. He gives you one more glance, ignoring the excitement that bubbles in his abdomen. 

“Is she seeing anyone?” Jungkook hopes he’s coming off as nonchalant, but Taehyung knows better, which is why he bursts out laughing. 

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook sprays Taehyung again with the hose. “Stop!”

“Last I heard, she wasn’t seeing anyone,” Taehyung shrugs. “You’ve got a crush on her or something?”

Jungkook blushes, “she’s cute or whatever.”

Taehyung grins, “you like her.”

At that, Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t even know her.”

“You know her name, isn’t that enough?”

“You’re a dog, Kim Taehyung!” Jungkook sprays him again, chuckling when Taehyung tries to run away. 

They’re both unaware of you and Mayra giggling at their antics from inside the store. Sometimes they forgot about the glass walls. 

An hour later, after an after-work rush, you’re finally able to catch a break. You lean against the counter, eyes wandering over to the car wash. Yoongi’s long gone, having popped in for an Icee before heading home. He was still trying to find a flavor he enjoyed, but so far all of them had been a bust. Not that you cared.

Besides, you loved Yoongi but sometimes his spitfire tongue could get on your nerves. He was good in small doses… when he wasn’t teasing you about Trunks… er, Jungkook. You weren’t going to let Yoongi’s teasing sour your mood though, not when Jungkook was on shift looking like the envy of all gods. 

From your spot, you could see Taehyung, Jungkook, and their redhead friend, Jimin, getting ready to close up. They’d be heading to the employee entrance at the opposite end of the store. A hidden hallway for employees only, that housed the bathrooms and private showers. Although, it was only ever the car wash employees that used them. You didn’t blame them. After being soaked in suds and water all day, you’d love a shower and some dry clothes before heading home. The last thing you’d want is to soak your cloth car seats after every shift. Your nose scrunched in disgust, gross.

Unfortunately, private showers and bathrooms meant more cleaning for you and the store’s staff. You didn’t mind though, everyone you worked with took turns cleaning them. Today, Mayra had made sure to do it before she took her break, and now she was sucking on a straw, eyes glued to Taehyung as he ripped his shirt off, twirling it and then whipping Jungkook with it. Their laughter was loud. You could hear it as Jimin pushed the door open. Smiling politely, you keep your gaze on Jungkook, who’s now taken his shirt off. 

Oh, holy heaven on earth. 

“Earth to Y/n,” Jimin waves his hand in front of you, but you’re too far gone at this point to notice him as Jungkook grabs Taehyung by the waist, throwing him over his shoulder and smacking the back of his thighs. His tattoos immediately garner your attention, your mouth watering as you imagine tracing each of his designs with your tongue. Heat flashes through you, thighs pressing together as you spot a new addition, but the ink disappears into the waistband of his shorts, and you wonder what it could possibly be.

“Don’t bother, Jimin. Jungkook’s naked,” Mayra calls from her spot. It grabs your attention, your head whipping in her direction. A protest sits heavy on your tongue but fizzles when Jungkook opens the door of the hallway, Taehyung no longer on his shoulder.

“Hey girls,” he greets you with a wave. Are you melting? Is that what’s happening right now? Or has your drool flooded the store? Or worse, is it your arousal?

Jimin chuckles, his cheeks pink. Were you always so cute?

“Jimin,” Jungkook calls out. “Can you grab us a set of towels?”

“Sure thing.” Jimin nods. He looks at you, raising a brow and biting his lower lip before asking you for three sets of towels. You nod, swallowing thickly, hoping it hadn’t been too obvious that you were ogling his friend. His airy laugh tells you otherwise as Mayra strides up to the both of you. How she could keep her calm in front of all of them was a mystery to you, but you figured she’d be used to them seeing as she had worked here longer.

“Here you go,” you murmur, handing Jimin the three sets of towels. He thanks you, his fingers purposely brushing yours. He turns on his heel, but not before sending you a wink that has your insides melting into puddles. Your knees buckle. Fuck him.

Mayra waits until they’ve all disappeared behind the door before shaking her head. “I’m never quitting this job. Those three are enough to keep me working here. Hell, I’d work here for free just to be on a shift with them.”

A scoff leaves your lips. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do before you clock out.” Mayra shrugs, finishing her drink so she can help you. 

Fifteen minutes later, Mayra is clocking out. Shockingly enough, Tae is walking through the employee entrance at the same time. By now the sun’s long gone, the darkness of night taking over the sky. 

“Hey Tae.” she smiles flirtatiously. Taehyung returns it, eyeing her up and down, an action that has your friend giggling.

“Hey, Mayra. Getting off?” He smirks, licking his lips.

“Yeah, just now. Will you walk me to my car?” She asks sweetly. Taehyung can’t resist the cuteness of her smile, so he nods. Mayra waves at you, winking as she loops her arm through Taehyung’s, asking him about his day as they head for the door. You watch them go, shaking your head as Tae opens the door for her to lead her outside. She made it look so easy.

Jimin runs out next, shouting. “Bye, Y/n! Have a goodnight!” 

You barely register it before he’s gone out the door and peeling out of the parking lot. What rush is he in?

Rolling out next, looking like a runway model, is Jungkook. His hair is still damp, some falling over his eyes, but it makes him look even hotter. 

“Hey,” he greets you, his smile makes your heart flip. He takes a moment to look around. “Did Mayra leave?”

“Yeah, I’m closing tonight,” you inform him, shrugging.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek, contemplating something. “What time are you off?”

“Midnight. Mayra cleaned everything, and it should be incredibly slow until close.” 

“Hmm,” he nods, walking over to the Icee machine to grab a drink. He comes over to pay for it, which is when you see the tattoos on his knuckles.

“Fuck love, huh?” you ask with a smirk, meeting his eyes. Jungkook blushes, wishing he’d taken the time to dry his hair so he could hide behind it. He clears his throat. “I was young and dumb.”

“Gotcha,” you smile, telling him his total. He takes his wallet out of his pants pocket, taking out two bills to hand to you. When his fingers brush yours, his blush deepens. Why were you making him blush? You weren’t doing anything. “Still feel like that?”

Jungkook is thrown by your question as you hand him his change. A tiny smile tugs at his lips, “no, not anymore. Thank you, Y/n.”

You wait until he’s in the parking lot to squeal. 

He knows your name.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you urge the clock on your register to hit midnight. You’d have a few seconds to lock the door and change the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ after clocking out. It blew your mind that you had to wait until the clock struck midnight to clock out, wishing you could leave even five minutes til, especially since you had no customers for the past forty minutes.

Tick.

“Finally!” you exclaim, shutting down the register and clocking out. You grab your purse from under the register, giving the store one last glance before heading to the door. You flip the sign, smiling as you push the door open to leave.

“Hi,” you bump into Jungkook, his hands reaching out to steady you.

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?” you ask as you lock up the store, shoving the key into your purse.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, eyes widening when he realizes his statement could be misinterpreted. He panics, “I meant like closing by yourself. It didn’t sit well with me. Can I walk you to your car?”

You take him up on his offer, smiling demurely as he walks you to the end of the small lot. His car is parked beside yours, but he lingers by your side. 

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” you say, ignoring the way your heart is thundering in your chest. You shift your weight from foot to foot, wishing you could stay longer, to think of something to say. A shy smile graces your lips as you tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, finding your shoes incredibly interesting. Anything to avoid making eye contact. When your gaze finally meets his, a warmth settles over you. You quite like it.

“Don’t mention it.” Jungkook smiles warmly, his hands growing clammy at his sides before he’s shoving them in his pockets. “Get home safe, Y/n.”

You nod, thanking him one more time before you get into your car. You lower your window. “Have a good night, Jungkook.”

Jungkook blushes, “you too.”

You tell yourself it’s just your imagination when your heart somersaults in your chest. There was no way Jungkook was such a sweetheart. There had to be some sort of catch. 

You don’t know if it was the heat or the festival at the park nearby that had your store crowded with people, but you were damn tired of it. You’d been ringing up people nonstop for who knows how long. All three registers were up and running, lines from one end of the store to the other. Most of your sales were either fountain drinks or icees and if you had to look at another icee, your head would pop off!

“That’s the last one,” Mayra sighs, wiping the sweat from her brows. “I’m exhausted.”

“So am I,” you groan, stretching. “Oh, here come some more.”

Mayra plasters on her customer service smile, despite being hollow inside. The both of you hadn’t even had a chance to check out Tae and Jungkook while you’d been slammed. You needed a little break to see them working hard and hopefully shirtless. 

The customers who come in are all around your age; a group of women complaining about the heat whilst grabbing drinks. They come up to your register, looking over their shoulder to get a perfect view of Jungkook’s ass in his denim overalls that cling to his thick thighs. 

“Are you hiring? Because I’d work here just to stare at him all day,” the woman says with a chuckle. Her friends nod in agreement. 

“We’re not hiring,” you respond quickly. “And he’s married.”

Mayra raises a brow but remains silent. 

“That’s too bad,” the woman shrugs, paying for her items and heading on her way. 

“He’s married?” Mayra shakes with laughter. “You’re trying to keep him to yourself?”

“I honestly don’t know where that came from. What if that was his soulmate, and I fucked it up?”

“I don’t think that was his soulmate and even if it was, if they’re fated to be together, your little lie won’t do any harm.” Mayra shrugs. “Oh, they’re coming over!”

Mayra looks at herself in the security camera, fixing her disheveled short hair and turning to swipe her lip gloss off the counter to put some on just as Taehyung and Jungkook walk through the door.

“Hey,” Taehyung greets, approaching the register as Jungkook heads to the Icee machines. You greet Taehyung. Not that he notices when Mayra’s leaning on the counter, immediately flirting with him.

You give them some space, deciding you’d rather restock the styrofoam cups than watch your friend make heart-eyes at her crush. You didn’t need to be a witness to their eye fucking.

“Working late again?” Jungkook asks as he fills his cup, grabbing a red straw from the dispenser.

“Unfortunately,” you sigh heavily as you stock some of the cups. “It’s not so bad, it’s just incredibly boring. Nobody even comes in after ten-thirty.”

“Would it be okay if I stopped by to walk you to your car again?” Jungkook asks nervously, hoping he’s not putting you in a tough spot.

“I’d like that. It’d definitely make me feel safer.” you grin, thanking him before Mayra is calling you back to the register so she can take her break with Taehyung.

“Gotta go,” you smile. “I’ll see you later, Kook.”

Jungkook grins at the nickname, “yeah, I’ll see you later.”

It’s that easy for Jungkook to get into a routine of stopping by to walk you to your car when you close. Days turn into weeks, and soon he’s showing up even earlier to hang out as you’re closing. 

He offers to help do your nightly duties, but you shut him down, not wanting him to work when he’s already doing you a huge favor by keeping you company. You find it easy to talk to him, but you still feel nervous when he looks at you. Part of you wonders if he’s doing it flirtatiously, but you never think too much of it, not when your friendship was still budding. 

The nights in which Jungkook is around are the best by far. Your shifts fly by talking to him and getting to know him. It’s simple stuff at first; his favorite color (purple), his favorite movie, (he claimed it was The Matrix, but you soon coaxed him into telling you the truth—it’s Shrek 2), and his favorite Icee flavor (Vanilla Coke but not because of the taste). 

Before you know it, he’s telling you anecdotes of his life, delving into his past as you get to know him. Previously, you would have guessed Vanilla Coke was his favorite because that’s what he got daily when he was working. However, it turns out, it’s his favorite because it was the flavor he got as a child when his older brother would take him to a convenience store every day in the summer until he went away for college. Now his brother lived across the country and all Jungkook had were Vanilla Coke Icees. 

Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about his older brother much, but he loves to chat about his parents, his dog, and, of course, Taehyung. He’s studying to get a degree in Criminal Justice, hoping to be a detective someday… at least that’s the plan. He says going to university may change that. 

Jungkook’s tattoos are another story. Most he designed himself, some he got on a whim, and some were off flash sheets during holidays such as Halloween and Valentine’s Day. Those tattoos are tiny, blend in well with his more detailed pieces. Jungkook himself was a work of art, and he didn’t realize he was. He was a beauty, a sweetheart, and it was hard not to fall head over heels for him. In fact, it was too late. 

It takes a few more days for you to realize Jungkook has stopped buying Vanilla Coke Icees and has switched to your favorite flavor, which happens to be cherry—a classic. Perhaps your attraction isn’t one-sided after all...

“Hey!” Jungkook greets you as he comes out of the employee lounge. You’re just finishing up the last of your tasks before clocking out. “Heading home?”

“Yes!” you exclaim enthusiastically. “I get off early tonight for once.”

Jungkook can’t contain the smile that illuminates his face. He’d been trying to gather up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and he’d promised himself (and Taehyung) he’d ask you tonight. Everything seemed to be going in his favor. 

“That’s great! There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Jungkook licks his lips, swaying slightly in anxiousness. He looks down at his feet, avoiding the heat of your curious gaze. 

“Oh? Sure.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but is immediately cut off by someone screeching his name from across the store. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” His eyes triple in size as Lizbeth, his ex (sort of), comes barreling towards him. Her eyes glaring daggers at him, turning on you with nothing but malice. 

“Is this who you dumped me for? Did I mean nothing to you?!”

A heavy sigh escapes him as he apologizes to you before turning to Lizbeth. You wonder if you should leave. Slowly, you slink away out of the store and to your car. You didn’t need to get caught up in that. 

Jungkook’s heart sinks when he watches you leave. “Lizbeth, you and I have been over for a long time. Why are you here?”

“I miss you.”

“That’s not a good reason to come to my job and make a scene. We ended things. In fact, you were the one who dumped me. You don’t get to storm up here because you “miss me.” We’re over. We’ve been over. Go home,” Jungkook knows he’s coming off harsh, but what else was he supposed to do? 

“Jungkook…” Lizbeth tries to think of something to say but Jungkook shuts her down. 

“No, we’re through. Go home.” Lizbeth huffs at his words, stomping her foot as she turns to leave. She spots you getting into your car, a wicked grin appearing on her lips as she gets a diabolical idea involving her large cherry icee. She runs over to you, a scowl on her face. 

Jungkook starts following her out, worried about what she might do but he’s too late. He watches in horror as Lizbeth emptied the cherry icee onto the windshield and hood of your car, all while screaming about how you’ve stolen Jungkook away from her. Jungkook watched her storm off, getting into her car and driving away. 

This was not how he intended for his night to go. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Jungkook apologizes, having witnessed his ex-fling dump her large Icee on your windshield and hood of your car. “I’ll wash it for you.”

“Jungkook, it’s okay,” you assure him, but he won’t hear of it. After all, he had been the reason your car was wet, sticky, and red from the cherry Icee. The least he could do was wash your car. It was such a shame this had to happen today, of all days, too. He had somehow managed to get the courage to ask you out. And what happens instead? His ex-friend with benefits drops a drink on your car just because she cut things off, and you two happened to be flirting when she decided she wanted him back.

Jungkook felt terrible about the situation. You didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle, and you bet he was going to be talking to Lizbeth about her actions. They were unacceptable! She’d cut things off at the beginning of summer, so why bother to act out now? To top it all off, it was one of the rare nights in which you didn’t have to stay until midnight to close, and now you were stuck here with a dirty, sticky car. Hell, even your windshield wipers weren’t helping in cleaning the mess, only smearing it more on the glass in a poor effort to clean it. Jungkook felt awful. 

“No, it’s not okay. She had no right to do that. Please, let me make it up to you. Let me wash your car, at least.” You can’t resist his pout or his cute doe eyes. With a sigh, you give in.

“Fine, but only if I can help.” Jungkook opens his mouth to protest, but shuts it when you give him a pointed look, accompanied by you crossing your arms over your chest.

“Okay,” he gives in. “Bring your car over. I’ll send Tae home.” 

You nod, going to your car to move it over to the car wash area. Jungkook waits for you, holding the hose in one hand. You grin, he looks adorable today. He’s wearing a pair of denim overalls (only one of the clips is done, while the other hangs freely behind his back) over a white long-sleeve shirt, and his purple hair is actually dry for once. However, his eyebrow piercing and most of his tattoos are out of sight.

You look down at your outfit, a pair of denim shorts, and a white top. You’d changed from your work sneakers into some flip-flops, your aching feet thanking you at the time, but now you realize your feet would probably be soaked by the end of the ordeal. Eh, a small price to pay to spend time with Jungkook.

“Stand back.” Jungkook waves you back so he can spray your car down. You watch him soak your car, focusing on your windshield and the hood. The Icee runs down the car, pooling on the gravel before washing away completely. “That’s a start.”

“It already looks good,” you chuckle, giving him a thumbs up.

“The sun will set soon, so we might be washing in the dark,” Jungkook informs you with a sad smile. The car wash wasn’t meant to operate once the sunset, its hours were extended during the summer when the sunset was by 8 p.m. most days. However, it was nearing 8 p.m. and a good wash would take a while.

“That’s fine, Kook. I don’t need it sparkling clean,” you shrug.

Jungkook places a hand over his chest as if wounded. “You expect me not to give it my all?”

“In the dark? When you can’t see? No, I don’t,” you laugh, bumping him with your hip. Jungkook chuckles. “Fair, but you’ll have to let me give you a Jungkook Special some time.”

Your insides are boiling! You’re trying to contain the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach, but it’s damn near impossible. With a brow raised and a smug smile appearing on your face, you ask, “The Jungkook Special? Sounds dirty.”

Jungkook blushes, laughing. “Could be.”

The wink he gives you has you ascending into the heavens, combusting and spreading amongst the night sky. Was he flirting with you?

“I’m actually speechless,” you laugh. Jungkook grins. His hooded eyes roam over your body before locking on your eyes. He steps toward you, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Good.”

And just like that, you know you’re doomed.

Jungkook does the majority of the washing, a perfectionist at heart. You don’t mind though; you admire the way his muscles ripple, his soaked clothing sticking to his skin. At one point, he undoes his overalls, allowing both to fall and dangle behind him as he goes. You’re not entirely sure how you’re breathing at this point. Oftentimes, Jungkook catches you checking him out, grinning every time you turn away, frazzled.

He doesn’t mind it, though. He’s actually been checking you out as well, especially once your shirt ends up as soaked and see-through as his own. You don’t seem to notice, or maybe you have and you just don’t care.

“Ah, I don’t wanna be picky,” Jungkook starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “But you’re not supposed to do it like that.” He didn’t want to say anything, but the way you were doing it, would leave streaks and nothing pained him more than a car washed incorrectly.

“Show me,” you hand him the rag you had been using to wash your car. Jungkook takes it, trying to read your face, but you don’t look upset at all, just curious.

“Here,” he says, motioning for you to move closer. He stands behind you, handing you the rag as his arms go on either side of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his wet body pressed against your back. You look at him over your shoulder, surprised when he’s just a hair’s breadth away. Your eyes flit to his lips, and back again. He holds your gaze, eyes dark and filled with something you can’t decipher. Your attention is drawn to his pink lips, his tongue peeking between them to run along his bottom lip. You could devour him whole, given the chance.

“Show me,” you whisper huskily. Jungkook nods stiffly, placing your hand on top of the rag before placing his hand on top of yours to guide you. He leans over you, his purple hair falling over your shoulder, his breath ghosting your skin. You bend further, with the excuse of reaching a different area, but Jungkook grunts in response as your ass presses against him. “Sorry.”

Jungkook scoffs, chuckling. “Sure.”

You can’t help the smile that lights up your face. Who were you? Had Mayra taken over your body to make you this brazen? You weren’t sure, but you weren’t going to knock it as you continued feigning innocence as you washed your hood with Jungkook’s guidance. His other hand gripped your hip lightly as he directed you to another spot. The more you cleaned, the more you bent at the waist, rubbing against him. There was no way it wasn’t on purpose, and as long as you weren’t uncomfortable, Jungkook wasn’t going to step back. He was well aware of what you were doing. All your flirting through the weeks had bubbled and was now spilling over.

“How’s that?” you ask, looking over your shoulder, only to see Jungkook staring at the way your denim shorts hug your ass. He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Perfect.”

“Is it now?” you quirk your head in question, becoming aware of your shirt clinging to your breasts. Jungkook gulps, nodding. His cock throbs in his overalls. He already knew you were attractive, beautiful, but seeing you dripping wet was a whole new experience. His brain was going haywire, unable to form a coherent sentence as he blatantly stared at you.

“Extremely,” he responds, wetting his lips. 

You smirk. “Good.”

“Good,” Jungkook echoes, his hand gripping yours once again as you turn to finish the spot you’re working on. Jungkook is growing more comfortable touching you lightly until you’re gripping his hand to wrap around your waist while you work. You like having him pressed against you, having him towering over you, but you wanted more. You wanted to know what his lips felt like pressed against yours… wanted to know what his hands felt like threaded through your hair as he kissed you passionately. 

 Jungkook watches you clean, his chin resting on your shoulder as you move. He’s trying not to let his thoughts go into dangerous territory, but it was proving to be hard when you were pressing into his crotch with every move. How long could he hold out? 

More than you apparently. You press against him harder, earning a hiss from the man. You turn to face him, your face centimeters from his. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating off your body, the desire that’s pooled for him. It’s him that will have to step back at this point because you honestly don’t think you can. However, Jungkook has no plans on moving, wanting you just as much as you want him, if not more. It’s only a matter of who will cave in first, and by the way, your heart is drumming in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, and arousal pooling deep in your abdomen; it’s gonna be you.

“Jungkook,” his name’s a whispered plea. Eyes meeting his, breath caught in your throat; has he always been this beautiful? This ethereal? It leaves your mind hazy, focusing on the mole beneath his lip to bring you back down to earth. His eyes don’t leave yours, they’re locked on you. Nervousness still keeps him from making a move, too scared to move forward.

Jungkook’s inner turmoil doesn’t last much longer as you turn to face him, dropping the rag at your side, and placing your hands on his shoulders. He’s so buff, strong, and muscular, but you try not to focus on that as you look at his lips, then his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

Jungkook swallows. Was he imagining this? Had he gone home and to bed? Was he dreaming? What a cruel dream. However, dream or not, Jungkook says yes. That’s all you need to hear before you’re claiming his lips with yours.

Kissing Jungkook is better than you have ever imagined. His lips are soft, taste of watermelon chapstick, and fuel a fire within you that only he can put out. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck, fingers weaving through his purple tresses.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, breaking the kiss. Your chest heaves as you try to regulate your breathing. “That was better than I imagined.”

You feel your face heat, “you imagined kissing me?”

Jungkook blushes, his mouth suddenly dry. He awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe once, or twice.” There was no point in lying now.

“Me too,” you admit with a grin. Your heart is soaring among the stars, grateful for the outcome of tonight. However, you wanted more of Jungkook, of his kisses, of his hands on your body. By the look in Jungkook’s eyes, he wants the same. A moan escapes you as his lips meet yours again, his hand on your hip as you lean back onto the hood of your car. Jungkook groans when you nip his bottom lip, tugging it with your teeth before releasing it. It drives him wild, his hands gripping you tighter as he sets you on the hood of your car, your legs spreading for him as your back meets the cold, wet metal.

You sure hope it was dark enough for nobody to see you. Not that It would bother Jungkook by the way he’s kissing you. Your legs squeeze his hips, moaning when his lips map out your skin, finding his home in the column of your throat. He marks it, gently biting down, causing you to arch into him, your fingers weaving in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands wrapping around your wrists, bring them to his lips. Soft kisses are planted on each before he’s pinning them to your car. “You taste heavenly.”

“Jungkook,” you pant. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I wanted to ask you out before kissing you, but now look at us.”

“I’d still say yes if you asked me on a date,” you smile reassuringly.

“Really?” 

“Of course,” you reply, kissing his nose. He squeaks, hiding his face in your neck to hide his blush. You laugh softly, stroking his hair. For someone with such a rough exterior, he sure was a softy. You loved that about him though, so much. 

“Good,” Jungkook smiles, his hand cupping your face. He was so smitten. “We should get you dried up. I’d hate for you to catch a cold. Besides, we’ll need to wash your car again to get rid of the handprints.”

“And my ass print,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again. He laughs softly in between kisses, his hands moving to your lower back. “And the ass print.”

With one last kiss—okay, several kisses—Jungkook helps you off the car, holding your hand in his. He leads you through the hallway to the small employee lounge where the lockers sit. He opens his locker and takes out his duffel bag with extra clothes. 

“You can wear my shirt… um,” Jungkook tries to avoid looking at your chest but under the harsh lights, it’s hard not to see through your top.

“Thanks, Kook.” 

Jungkook is elated, his heart doing a flip. “I’ll go get us some towels and I’ll find you after, okay?”

“Sure thing.” You wave him off as he goes through the door that connects the hallway to the store. You type in the code to the private bathroom at the end of the hall, stepping inside and shutting the door after you. 

The bathroom isn’t too large. The sink and mirror sit to your left as you enter, a small hairdryer sits on the wall beside the light switch. A few feet from the door and right beside the toilet is the tiled charcoal wall of the shower. It leaves an opening where you see the tiled bench of the shower. You kick your flip-flops off, raising your arms to take your top off, followed by your shorts. You were soaked to the bone!

A shiver wracks through your body, hurriedly stepping into the shower to turn it on. The heat of the water warms you almost immediately, and you toss your bra out of the shower. 

Jungkook knocks on the bathroom doors until he hears the shower running on the last one. He knocks, hoping he’s caught you before you’ve undressed so he can go to his shower. 

“Come in!” You call out. Jungkook hesitates but types in the code anyway and the door opens. He steps inside but doesn’t see you. Your clothes are a wet pile on the floor. He gulps. He’s too late. 

“I’ll just leave your towels on the counter. And I’ll leave you my shirt and boxers.” Jungkook calls out, hoping you can hear him over the stream of the shower. 

You stick your head out of the shower; the wall covering your breasts. “Thanks, Kook. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll let you shower,” he blushes, looking down at the floor, only for his eyes to land on your bra. He swallows thickly, praying his cock doesn’t harden. But of course, the universe hates him and he can feel it twitch. “I’ll just… go.”

“Or… you could join me?” You offer, feeling bold suddenly. 

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, wide with surprise. ”I… really?”

“If you want to. No pressure,” you assure him. Jungkook wonders if he’s asleep. He’s got to be dreaming for his crush to invite him into her shower. 

“O-okay,” he stutters cutely. Jungkook watches you disappear behind the shower wall as he slowly takes his shirt off. Was he really doing this? 

You sneak a peek, nearly salivating when you see the smooth planes of his chest. You knew he was in shape, but seeing him without clothes was a whole otherworldly experience. His golden skin was inked with black tattoos that span across his body. He tugs on his overalls, pushing them down his muscular thighs until they pooled in a sopping mess at his feet. He threw his head back, and you licked your lips as his muscles rippled. 

Jungkook smirks when he catches you looking at him. He walks over to you, seeing you in just your panties that did very little to hide your most intimate parts. 

He can’t help himself as he steps toward you, his hands cupping your face as he leans in to capture your lips with his. You pull him closer, tongue pushing past his lips, fingers weaving in his purple locks before roving down his taut body, mewling when they rest on his perfect abs.

Jungkook melts into a puddle, malleable at your hands as you tug his tresses, kissing him deeply as your hand slips under his boxers. A cry of your name escapes him, his hands gripping your hips, pleading for you to touch him more. Your name rolls off his tongue, his hold on your hips tightens. His kisses light a fire deep within you as he presses your body against the shower wall. The stream of the shower runs between you, saturating you as you stroke his semi-hard cock, groaning against his lips. Jungkook’s lips mark his territory, leaving marks on your neck, nipping and biting until his name spills from your pretty lips. You grip his hair tighter as you fall apart beneath him.

“I never imagined you’d be this bold,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips, biting back a moan. You smile, pecking his lips before meeting his gaze. “I never thought I’d be this bold either. I just don’t want my fear holding me back when it comes to you. I like you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook blushes, hiding his face in your neck, kissing it. “I like you too,” he admits bashfully, refusing to meet your eyes as his hands grip your waist, sliding upward to cup your breasts, fingers brushing your peaked buds.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in response, head lolling back against the tiled shower wall. Your fingers thread in his violet locks, body arching into his as his lips continue to kiss every inch of your neck. Jungkook’s fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, stepping back to look you in the eyes. “Can I take these off you?”

Your lust-filled eyes meet his, your chest rising and falling, your heart thundering in your chest. You nod, “yes, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. With his lips taking the lead, Jungkook kisses his way down your body, stopping between the valley of your breasts, tongue flicking each hardened nipple, teeth grazing one before releasing it. You whimper, fingers woven in his locks until he’s out of reach.

A smirk appears on his lips, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip as he drops to his knees in front of you. You move forward, using your body to block the spray of the showerhead, to keep water out of his eyes. Plus, you wanted him to hold your gaze while he kneeled between your legs. His soft lips planted delicate kisses on your stomach, going to one hip and then the other.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, feeling his teeth nip the flesh right above your panties’ waistband.

A sheepish smile is sent your way. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Jungkook blushes, laving his tongue over the spot he’s nipped before his teeth are gripping your panties, tugging them. You watch in awe, mouth agape, as he effortlessly pulls your panties down your legs with just his teeth.

You swallow thickly, arousal flooding your senses as Jungkook looks up at you. “Would you be more comfortable against the wall or sitting?”

You look at the small triangular seat behind him. What could it hurt? If anything, you were more concerned about the tile, digging into Jungkook’s knees.

As if he were a mind reader, Jungkook grins. “Don’t worry about me. I’m stronger than I look.”

“Let’s test it,” you tease, stepping around him to sit on the tiled seat. Jungkook approaches you, pressing his lips against you, his hands framing your face as he deepens the kiss. Your hands rest on his shoulders, one sliding upward to grip the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at it.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook curses, grunting when you do it again. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting down harshly before soothing the pain with his tongue. Your forehead rests against his, both of you panting as your body yearns for more of his touch… more of his tongue.

Jungkook must be able to read you better than anyone else, because he’s gripping your thighs in his tattooed hands, spreading them for him. He licks his lips, trailing kisses from one thigh to the other until he’s at the apex of your thighs.

A hungry, lust-filled look meets you when you look down at Jungkook. His wet hair clings to his forehead, and he’s dripping wet despite being out of reach of the showerhead. You knew he looked delectable, soaking wet, but seeing him wet and between your thighs was a whole different experience.

“Can I, baby?” Jungkook asks, his eyes soft. His rose-tinted cheeks grab your attention, your hand cupping his face and he easily leans into your touch. Aside from how cute he looks, eager to get a taste of you, the term of endearment he’d used twice had your heart thumping erratically in your chest. You wanted to hear him call you baby again and again, preferably while you were wrapped around his cock. All in due time, though.

“Of course, Kook. Go ahead,” you give him your consent, patting his flushed cheeks. He thanks you, grinning as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. His excitement has you giggling, but it’s cut short when he presses a kiss to your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you curse, eyes wide as he chuckles. 

Jungkook licks his lips. He grips a thigh in each hand to pull you towards the edge of the seat, your elbows holding you up as a gasp escapes you. “Just need you a little closer, love.”

Love.

Oh, no, no, no. You were not going to survive your encounter with this tattooed god of a man calling you these terms of endearment. Your weaknesses. You could melt into a puddle and thank him for a good time.

“Still with me, baby?” Jungkook asks, checking in. 

“Yeah. Totally,” you breathe, moaning when he licks a stripe along your folds. A guttural groan escapes him. Jungkook had planned to take his time with you, to show you how good of a lover he could be, but once your essence hits his tongue, he can’t fathom not going all in. He dives right in, alternating between long and short licks. He wants to figure out what you like, and what you don’t. You have no problem guiding him, your fingers laced in his hair, tugging when he makes you feel good.

Your whimpers and cries of his name fill the bathroom. Your legs are draped over his shoulders, his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks gently. He noticed you liked that the most, along with his fingers fucking into you.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the moans you so desperately wanted to release, you found yourself unable to look away from Jungkook as his tattooed fingers pushed and curled into you. Jungkook licked his lips hungrily, your arousal coated his appendages, dripping down his wrist. When he caught sight of you muffling your moans, a growl reverberated through his chest. 

“Let me hear you, baby. Those are my moans,” he states in a gruff tone. “And I want to hear them.”

It’s hard to resist such a demand, your teeth easily releasing your tender lip as Jungkook presses his thumb to your clit. It’s impossible to look away from the hunger in his eyes, a smirk appearing on his pseudo-angelic face as he makes you cry out his name with just the use of his fingers. 

“Much better, baby. Thank you.” he grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you fall apart for him, ignoring the whiplash he’s given you from his duality. Oh, Jeon Jungkook would put an end to you… preferably after an orgasm or two.

“So close,” you whimper in a warning. Your hips rise to chase his fingers, his thumb adding pressure to your clit while his tongue licks between your lips. This is how he wanted you, a crying, whimpering mess writhing underneath him. Too full of pleasure to think of anything but him, him, him!

Grunts and curses tumble from your lips, brain fogging as your arousal washes over you. Jungkook’s chest swells with pride as you scream his name, begging and pleading with him not to stop. Not to ever, ever stop. 

Luckily for you, Jungkook has no intention of stopping, not until he’s helped you ride your orgasm through and you can catch your breath. He grins joyfully when raises his head after your shuddering has ceased. Your radiant beauty caught him off guard. He was the reason you looked like that, so pretty and fucked out of your mind from just his tongue. His heart races at the thought, but nothing is as sweet as you calling his name. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name softly. Your hand tugging him upward to meet your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. You want to please him, taste him, make him feel like he’d made you feel. 

His lips move gently with yours, his hands gripping your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts. He breaks the kiss, smiling at you as his thumb presses against your lips. “So cute.”

You preen under his gaze, giggling before stealing another kiss. “Let me taste you.”

Jungkook nods, eager to feel your lips wrapped around his hard cock. He shakes his wet hair out of his eyes, mindful of his eyebrow piercing as he cards his hair back. “Y-yeah. How do you want me?”

You grin, untangling yourself from his hold. You rise to your feet, pressing your hands on his tattooed chest, walking him backward until you’re both under the showerhead. The warm water runs down both your bodies, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. His strong hands grip your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. A deep grunt escapes him, his erection pressing against you as you move your hand down his body to stroke him, tugging his boxers down for him to kick to the side. 

A demure smile appears on his lips, his eyes boring into yours as your hand wraps around his length, tentatively stroking him once, twice. Slowly, you press him against the wall, away from the spray of the shower as you continue to stroke his dick at a languid pace. You allow the dulcet moans and groans that escape him to guide you in your movements, something that Jungkook is appreciative of.

Jungkook’s body is immaculate! Nothing could have prepared you for this! Nothing. You didn’t know where to look first… his broad shoulders, his rippling arms, his perfectly chiseled torso, or his perfect, perfect cock. Even his thighs had you wanting to sink your teeth into them just to get a taste. On any day, Jungkook was a treat, but wet, soaking wet, Jungkook was too overwhelming. You do your best to ignore the rapid pounding of your heart as it tries to break free from your chest, blood rushing in your ears as Jungkook’s fingers come to press under your chin. He makes you lock eyes with him, trying to decipher the look in your eyes before he’s kissing you gently, his lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. It puts you at ease, melting into him easily as he cups your face to hold you close. It’s Jungkook, you remind yourself. Sweet Jungkook who would never think less of you. You can trust him, and so you soften under his touch, falling even more in love with the violet-haired man.

“Fuck,” you chuckle, your hand on your chest as you try to catch your breath. Jungkook smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

Your eyes roam over his body, admiring the tattoos and finally getting a close-up look at his newest addition.

“Is that a Shenron tattoo from Dragon Ball Z?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, not expecting your question. His cheeks are a dusty pink as he answers. “Yes, please don’t tell Yoongi. He already calls me Trunks. I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promise, sinking to your knees in front of him. Jungkook nods, gulping as his eyes glaze over with lust.

As fantastic as his fantasies of you were, they couldn’t compare to the real you in front of him. With a teasing smile, you press a kiss to his hip then the other, your tongue tracing the lines of his tattoo. Jungkook groans, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His chest rises and falls, ignoring the thundering of his heart in his chest. Excitement bubbles in his abdomen, mixing with arousal as his cock throbs from your ministrations. 

Your hand strokes him, lips kissing the underside of the head. Your tongue peeks between your lips to tease him. Jungkook grunts in protest, his hands clenching at his sides to keep from gripping your hair. 

“You can grab my hair, Kook. I don’t mind. I, uh… I like it,” you admit sheepishly. Jungkook nods, his fists unclenching as he grips your hair and your mouth wraps around him again. You lick and suck at the head of his cock, getting a feel for him before you bob up and down his length. Curses and groans spill from Jungkook’s pretty lips. His head tilted against the wall as he guided you by the grip he had on your hair. He’s dying to fuck your throat, feel you choke on his cock, and listen to you gag around his dick. His eyes flutter shut, hips bucking once before an apology is leaving his lips.

Up and down and up and down you bob on his cock, relaxing your jaw as the head pressed against the back of your throat. Jungkook’s cries are uncontrollable, pleasure searing through every nerve in his body as you try to suck the soul out of him. You gasp for air after a moment, eyes watering with tears as you stroke him, ignoring the saliva smeared across your lips, cheeks, and chin. You’re a mess, but Jungkook likes you that way as his hand moves yours out of the way.

With curious eyes, you wonder what he’s doing as he presses his cock to your cheek. He’s hesitant as he gently smacks it on your cheek and you immediately realize what it is he’s trying to do.

“Do it, Kook. Please. I’m not fragile, I can take it,” you assure him, eyes pleading with him as you look up at him. Jungkook swallows thickly, reassured by your words as he slaps his cock on your cheek over and over before he’s stuffing it in your mouth once again. You take him easily, loving the weight of him on your tongue as your hands grip his hips, allowing him to fuck your face like he so desperately wanted to. You gag, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jungkook caresses your face, “so pretty like this.”

You keen at his praise, melting into a puddle as you choke on his cock once again. Jungkook smirks, petting your head before he’s pulling his cock out of your mouth. He rubs the head on your lips, collecting the dollop of pre-cum and saliva that’s gathered there. With soft, adoring eyes, you wait for his next move but Jungkook is too captivated by how beautiful you look below him to think of anything else.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook demands in a low, husky voice that sends tingles down your spine. He helps you stand, his hands framing your face as he leans in. You bridge the gap between you, sighing giddily when your lips finally connect. Kissing Jungkook was magical. His lips are soft, gentle but not afraid to lead with a firmness that leaves you breathless. 

Jungkook places a hand on your neck, the other cupping your breast, his thumb brushing against a pert nipple. You fit perfectly in his hands. A deep throaty moan leaves him, cock hard and dribbling pre-cum where it presses against your body. 

Arousal clouds your brain, swirling your thoughts around until all you can focus on is Jungkook and the feel of his lips as they trail kisses to your jaw, neck, and down to your chest where he takes the liberty of kissing every inch until his lips are wrapped around your nipple. Gently, he suckles, tongue flicking slowly before he carefully nips at it. A whimper fills his ears as his eyes meet yours, silently asking if you’re okay. Your hand laces in his hair, tugging at the locks to keep him in place as he continues. 

When his lips meet yours once again, it’s heavenly. He pins your hands to the wall on either side of your head as he kisses you, gently nipping at your bottom lip. Jungkook never wants to stop kissing you, tasting you. 

Your hands are laced together, fingers intertwined, and Jungkook admires them. A feeling of warmth overcomes him, his tattooed knuckles clear in his vision. FUCK LOVE. With you, he didn’t have to live by that anymore, and the way your eyes displayed the adoration you held for him proved that. Jungkook untangles your hand from his own, only holding one in place and bringing it to his lips. LOVE, that’s what his knuckles read, and that’s what he feels for you. Although, it’ll be a few months before he’s capable of saying those words aloud. But it’s okay because when he does, you’ll be ready to say them too. For now, Jungkook kisses you again, deeper, as if you were his lifeline, his chance to learn to love and love again. Whether it be you (he sure hopes so) or someone else, he’s ready to open himself up again. 

“Koo,” you murmur against his lips, squeezing his hand. Jungkook releases a throaty groan, teeth tugging on your bottom lip before releasing it. Heavy pants, lidded eyes, and soft whines of Jungkook’s name are all that registers in your mind. Jungkook’s kisses are euphoric, mind-blowing, and orgasm-inducing.  

“Yeah, baby?” Jungkook asks sweetly, chuckling. “Still with me, love?” 

You nod, lust-filled gaze locked on his. 

Jungkook presses his body against you, pressing you to the shower wall. He pins your hands over your head, your body arching into him. He slowly grinds against you, lips a hair’s breadth away. A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips, eyes flitting down to where your hips are rising to meet his, eager to feel his cock.

“Turn around,” he instructs, pressing kisses to each of your wrists before releasing them. You’re flipped onto your front, nipples hardening the moment they meet the icy shower wall. A gasp escapes you, a shiver running down your spine.

Jungkook chuckles, apologizing as one hand moves your hair over your left shoulder. His other hand sits on your hip, fingers squeezing gently. Tentatively, Jungkook presses a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers lacing with yours.

“So good for me,” he praises. 

You sigh in content, “yes.”

Flames of desire ignite in Jungkook’s veins as he kisses from one shoulder to the other, his hands cupping your breasts as you arch your back. A firm smack lands on your ass, a curse tumbling from your lips before you beg for another and another.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. To have you wrapped around my fat cock.” Jungkook grunts, smacking your ass again to watch it jiggle before he’s bending you further. You want to be good for him, to please him, to have him please you in return. Your palms stay on the tiles of the shower wall, water pooling at your feet before running down the drain.

“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue easily, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers circle your entrance. He hums in response, fingertips running along your folds before he pushes into you. “Fuck.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop, Y/n,” he states, his tattooed hand wrapping around your neck. You look at him over your shoulder, eyes rolling back in your head. So fucked out, and you hadn’t even had a real taste of his dick. You wanted him desperately, your cunt clenching around his fingers.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, his cock throbbing as he fists himself. Pre-cum dribbled down the length, his hand moving along his cock to match the pace of his fingers that curl inside you, his thumb brushing your clit.

“Fuck me, Kook. Please, fuck me,” you whimper, your forehead meeting the wall. Jungkook can’t say no, not when you’re begging so sweetly, nearly fucked out of your mind, brain-addled with lust.

“How can I say no to you, baby?” You melt under him, your ass pressing against his cock. Jungkook grips his dick, spreading you open.

“Don’t tease me, Jungkook. I need you inside me, fucking me.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jungkook grins, rubbing the head of his cock at your entrance. You’re about to chastise him for teasing you again, but instead, a moan escapes you as he sinks into you. His hands grip your hips, a throaty groan muffled into your neck where he kisses you. 

Jungkook’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides as you tighten around him. His hips meet the curve of your ass, allowing you a moment to adjust to his length and girth. Tears prick the corners of your eyes but you welcome the stretch you’d been craving for weeks now. None of your late-night fantasies could have prepared you for this moment. Your favorite vibrator didn’t come close to the thickness and hardness of Jungkook’s cock. Oh, you were a fool to believe it could. 

“Still with me, babe?” Jungkook asks softly, kissing your shoulder, neck, and jaw. He holds you close, his fingers letting off your throat to allow you to speak. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, nodding. “Yes.”

More soft kisses are pressed to your skin before Jungkook is pulling out, only the head remaining inside you before he’s thrusting back inside. His pace is slow, hesitant, afraid to hurt you but when you moan his name, nails digging into his forearm, he increases his pace. He soon finds a rhythm that suits both your needs, guided by the saccharine sounds you release as he fills you over and over again.

You’re so fucking wet, dripping. Jungkook’s overwhelmed by the warmth and wetness. Your pussy creaming his cock, pulsating around him as you beg him for more and more. 

Jungkook throws his head back, grunting as you fuck back into him. The lewd noises your bodies make as they meet have him blushing, cheeks pink as you take his fingers into your mouth in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. However, it’s useless, and not even the running shower can mask them.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock. Take it,” Jungkook encourages you. You aim to please, whimpering as you meet each of his thrusts, losing yourself to the pleasure that bubbles deep inside you. 

“Jungkook!” you cry out, gripping his hand to wrap around your throat. A familiar wave of pleasure washes over you, toes curling as your lover’s name spills from your lips in a heady cry, attempting to warn him moments before your orgasm hits. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to pull him under with you. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingertips rubbing your clit in rigid circles as you spasm beneath him.

“Don’t stop,” you plead.

“I don’t plan to, baby,” Jungkook assures you as you moan once again, pleasure consuming you until you’re a quivering mess. If it weren’t for Jungkook’s hold on your hips, you’d have fallen onto the floor in an immobile, fucked out heap.

Jungkook chuckles, holding you up before he’s leading you under the spray of the shower. He kisses you gently, hands cupping your face. You don’t care too much for the water slipping into your lips as you kiss, but you do your best to ignore it as your arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook loves kissing you. He loves the feel of your lips, the way you fall into sync perfectly with him. He could kiss you forever if given the chance.

Unfortunately, kissing you makes his cock throb, and it’s then you realize he hasn’t cum. You break the kiss, but Jungkook’s lips follow you, his hair falling over his eyes as he blindly searches for your lips.

“Come,” you take his hand, going to the tiled bench where you scoot further, spreading your legs. 

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips as he notes the creaminess of your cunt from your orgasm. You nod, your fingers spreading your folds to tempt him. It works.

Jungkook has you rise, so he can sit on the bench instead. You easily straddle his thighs, his cock still rock hard, wet with pre-cum and your arousal. It’s beautiful and heavy as you wrap your hand around it. Jungkook moans, his hooded eyes focused on your movements. His hands cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingertips. The soft sigh that escapes you makes his cock twitch, a sheepish smile on his lips.

You bite back a moan as you admire Jungkook’s chest, arms, cock. You wish you could take your time and worship his body as it deserves. Wish you could have him in your bed, tied to the headboard, perhaps? You want to trace every line of his tattoos with your tongue before wrapping your lips around his thick cock, sucking him off until your jaw aches and his cum hits the back of your throat. God, you need him so fucking bad.

Speeding up slightly, you continue to jerk off Jungkook. His dulcet whimpers, groans, and grunts are nearly enough to send you spiraling headfirst into another orgasm. Your name rolls off Jungkook’s tongue, his dark eyes lidded as his tongue peeks from between his lips as it swipes along his bottom lip. He wonders what you’re thinking as your brows furrowed in concentration, lips caught between your teeth. 

You meet his gaze, “I really want to suck you off again.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, cheeks pink. “Really?”

You nod, eyeing his cock hungrily. “That’ll have to wait, though. I wanna ride you first.” 

Jungkook doesn’t protest as you move closer, rubbing the head of his cock on your clit. Your head falls on his shoulder, moaning softly and mouthing at his neck. Teeth graze his flesh, earning a deep groan from him, hips rising to spread your folds. His cock catches at your entrance but doesn’t go in. You both whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your wet cunt runs along his length, needing him to fill you… fuck you.

“Please, Kookie,” you’re too far gone, lust clouding your mind. You need him to fuck you again, to stretch you until you’re falling apart on his cock once again.

Gulping, Jungkook lines his cock up at your entrance, unable to continue this game of cat and mouse. He slides home with a curse, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

Riding Jungkook is better than you could have ever imagined. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. 

“Ride me, baby. Ride my fucking cock,” Jungkook groans, lips marking your neck as his hands grip your hips as you bounce on his cock. Your head lolls back, lips parted as you take every inch of his thick cock. He’s so fucking deep, stretching you farther than anyone ever has, and a deep fire pools within you as you take every inch of him. 

Jungkook holds you close, nuzzling into your neck as he inhales your scent. His lips trail kisses to your chest, his teeth tugging at a peaked bud. You whimper as he bites down harder, soothing the pain with his tongue as you beg him for more. The blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix when you bounce on him harder, nails digging into his inked skin as you press your lips against his. 

Jungkook grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading it. You’re so close, your body burning with lust and on the verge of collapsing as you give Jungkook your all; thighs trembling before he’s lifting you to set you on the bench instead. He can feel his orgasm approaching, head clouding with lust. You’re so beautiful, so intoxicating, so perfect for him. He’s genuinely surprised he’s been able to hold out for so long, outdoing himself in all his fantasies. He’s thankful. 

“So fucking good. You take my cock so well, baby.” You grin, capturing his lips with your own as he fucks you. Your lips muffle his moans and groans, your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close while your legs wrap around him. 

“So fucking deep,” you murmur, arching into him as your hands explore every inch of his delicious body. Your cunt clenched around his cock, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth, craving his end.

“Fuck, keep going,” Jungkook whimpers, eyes rolling back as he groans. His head falls back, his body tingling with pleasure as your warm, wet cunt takes him for all he’s worth. Jungkook’s thrusts grow sloppy, whimpers spilling from his pretty lips as he grows close to his release.

Had Jungkook known you felt this amazing wrapped around him, he’d have asked you out sooner. You were sin incarnate, your voice rising in octaves as your pleasure overwhelmed you. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, pulling him closer as your nails dug into his back. A whimper of his name spills from you, causing him to groan into your neck before asking you to say his name again. Thrust after thrust has both of you reeling in pleasure and emotions. The tandem beating of your hearts along with his hand clasped in your own as he murmurs sweet nothings into your heated flesh is all it takes for you to cry out in warning, your orgasm hitting you full force. 

“Jungkook!” you gasp, arching into him as his thrusts falter from the pulsating of your deliciously wet cunt wrapped around him. “Shit,” he breathes, groaning as he fucks you harder, faster. He’s so close, so so close. His teeth sink into your neck, a guttural grunt muffled into your skin as his abdomen tightens. 

“Oh, fuck.” his eyes squeeze shut. Your panting fills the space between you as you weave your fingers through his hair, admiring the pretty purple locks as Jungkook comes, hard! “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

“Cum for me, Kook. Please,” you beg, rocking your hips with his, tightening around his dick to milk him dry. Jungkook whimpers—near tears—as he finishes, pressing messy, uncoordinated kisses to your neck and chest before he’s pulling off of you to sit on the bench.

“Wow!” he exclaims. The shit-eating grin on his face matches yours as he looks over at you, still panting.

“Wow!” you echo, giggling when he kisses your cheek.

Jungkook caresses your face, admiring the twinkle in your eyes. How were you so pretty? He truly hoped you’d still go on a date with him, despite sleeping with you first. That had been unplanned. Worry pools in his belly. Had he ruined his chance? None of tonight’s events had been planned at all. Aside from asking you out, that is. However, when you place your head on his shoulder, grinning brightly, all worries disappear. 

Jungkook smiles shyly. “So how about that date?”

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[my-mt-heart]

Long ask sorry.

Im a bit lost honestly. I watched the caryl scenes of 11.21 and im conflicted. I refuse to watch the "donnie" scenes especially since if u look at comments on youtube lots of people are like "oh my God Donnie is happening she made him giggle i wasnt dreaming and he's so worried for her"

And then u have this reviewver saying carol's openly in love with daryl now wich uh, maybe, but, actually, no? This is still too subtle for my sanity

Yes, the fact that she mentions HIM to Maggie while in tears ("i was apart from him when we arrived" not exact quote here...) and not Zeke her supposed ex husband is telling, but from his side, nothing is really telling. And when she talked to him about Connie, i can tell u that in a way it made me worried because GA seems to believe it confirms his feelings for Connie, and the way he acts doesnt help, but at the same time it reminds me of when they were looking for Beth.

He was worried and she was there for him. And he definitely wasnt in love with Beth but he cared for her deeply. The thing is that Connie is not a teen, she's a 40 something (at least the actress is) strong bad ass woman and worrying that this time might be different than with his feelings for Beth doesnt seem ridiculous. But i see the way Carol looks at him (and honestly she has been looking at him that way, i mean not subtle at all, since stradivarius for me, Zeke never really stood a chance in the long run, Henry dead or not) and i know u believe they cant go the "she loves him he doesnt" way, but for the scenes i've seen , he's still too cold with her for me. And she's like a lost puppy who dont know how to make things go back to how they were between them and who's suffering so much with the situation and i cant anymore. I hate it

And Im lost. She definitely believes she doesnt deserve him especially after the cave incident and im sick of it. Lets say he doesnt love her back, at least stop being cold to her.

An another part of me, maybe the desillusional one, is still thinking that the fact that she really seems in love with him now cant be for nothing, with 3 episodes left, and that if he's still so much at odds with her its not for nothing either. Connie is alive, the cave incident is long forgotten and forgiven by everyone else in team family, including Connie and Kelly, the fact that he's still cold is very telling: it was never about just Connie but about trust being broken ("dont bullshit me"). We know that. But she keeps pushing him towards Connie and she takes his hand and looks at him like he's the moon and the stars and he's still kind of strange towards her. Im so lost, honestly. Im not even sure we will have answers before the end, they could still let everything open to keep both shippers for the daryl spin off. But what i want is for him to warm up to her like before. And its patethic that we have, i mean i have, to beg for it. We re talking about Caryl here. His f...ing feud with Rick was awful, but all was forgotten with a simple "i'd die for you". Cant we have something like that at least for the last season with 3 ep left between Caryl? Especially since there is no caryl spin off in sight anymore? Is that too much to ask? For Caryl, really? Its been horrible between them since 10.03 give or take some nice moments... for me anyways. And its been way too long. Im so lost. Im sorry.

Don’t be sorry. Pretty sure the intention is to make us feel anxious right now, which I know is super frustrating when there’s not a lot of runway left. Even though we’ve all had enough of the subtlety, don’t be so quick to dismiss the *many* visual cues because they still matter a lot (like SF mentioned). The physical distance we often see between them suggests there’s an emotional distance too, yes, but you have to imagine it’s something that’s going to be bridged and how do you convey that visually? With a callback to the terminus reunion maybe? That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.

As far as Daryl’s “coldness” goes, POV is also something to take note of. We’re seeing things through Carol’s eyes, which is why the Daryl and Connie beats feel played up. She thinks she broke her friendship with Daryl because she let Connie get hurt and she doesn’t want that to happen again. She doesn’t want to take away Daryl’s happiness. But like you said, the issue goes much deeper than Connie. In season 10, when we saw things through Daryl’s eyes, he was heartbroken because Carol was essentially running away from him. He asked her to follow his light and take his hand, but in a metaphorical way, she didn’t (couldn't). Now we’re seeing her reciprocate hence the light/dark imagery in 20 and the hand holding in 21. I’m glad you brought up Beth. That’s a great parallel too. They want to save somebody they couldn't save before and they're working as a team to do it.

I hope this helps a little bit. Obviously I don't know for sure what's going to happen, but I think there's reason to hope. TWD loves ship baiting, but placating Donnie fans isn’t going to do much for AMC in the end. They’re a significantly smaller sector of the fanbase than Carylers, who they’ve been profiting off of for years  and still can if they give us something that’ll make us happy. 

[natromanxoff]

25 - Just Chatting...

Hello one and all.

It's been a long time since I graced these pages and, believe it or not, nothing much has been happening in my life, apart from the odd soiree or two. Winter has finally left us and spring has sprung, and it's nice to see the sun again. Let's start by wishing my old mate a happy birthday and I hope you all had a little drinkie for him, I know I did. In fact I got legless, he would have been proud of me. Whenever we were in London there was always a party at Fred's on his birthday, be it a handful of friends, or one where he invited half of Britain, but which ever one it was there was always a good time to be had and a lot of chaos. One year he actually took over Pikes Hotel in Ibiza and chartered a private plane to fly his friends in. Roger and myself were already on the island recording some of his solo stuff so we didn't have far to travel to the bash. When I say we were working, it's kind of true as we spent a lot of time on his boat "Ga Ga" whizzing around having lunch and fun. The party was held outside around the swimming pool, now is that an invite for trouble or what? There were hundreds of balloons hanging from every available fixture, and of course there is always an idiot that thinks he's a clown. This particular clown, who will remain nameless, decided it would be funny to light one of the balloons, and needless to say the whole lot went up in flames. Phoebe and Crystal to the rescue. We had to get this "fire" off the wooden rafters before the whole hotel went up in smoke, so we were pulling bits of string while burning rubber was dripping down on us. I was so traumatised by the whole event I had to have another drink ....... a lame excuse I know, but hey, it's my story. Back to the pool. Edwin Shirley, of trucking fame and also an all round good guy after a few too many, decided to have a swim, so he removed his clothing and was flapping around the pool when some daft countess told him to get dressed and behave himself. Wrong move lady. Edwin was not impressed by his telling off and threw her in, and she was even less impressed with that and started ranting and raving, much to the amusement to the rest of the party hounds. She left with her tail between her legs and didn't look at all glamorous in her soaking wet dress, running makeup and failed hairdo. We continued till mid morning and went straight to the airport and caught a flight home. Thanks F for the great parties and good times, you will never be forgotten.

I still get asked a lot if I'm gonna write the "Real" story about Queen. Well the answer is no, and the reason is that the guys gave me a great job and a great life and I have far to much respect for them, their wives/girlfriends, children and families to tell the world what we got up to in private. I feel that is our business and ours alone. Most of us are all in relationships and telling tales could make life awkward for a few people, band and crew alike. I'm sure at some point in time someone from the organisation will write a book, have 5 minutes of fame and make a quick buck, but it sure as hell won't be me, and I'll still be able to sleep at night and when I see the guys I will still be free to say, "Wanna beer MATE."

I've had a few questions asked me that I'm gonna answer quickly.

First off is "Do you have any stories about Freddies cats? (ripping furniture etc.)" Here's a good reply, No. So moving right along, "Of all the famous people you've met, who impressed you the most?" Tricky one this. After years in this "Biz" they all become "Just normal people," and some become good pals, but on one occasion I was in Paul McCartneys studio and I was handed his violin bass and I was sitting there holding it when someone said, "Paul is left handed, hold it like he would." When I turned it around, still taped in the cutout was the Beatles set list from their days in Hamburg, now that impressed me.

Deaky and myself were the only two reggae lovers in the outfit, and Bob Marley turned up to see the show at Madison Square Gardens. Strange choice of show for Bob, but he loved Another one bites the dust, and he happened to be in New York on a stopover on his way to Germany for laser treatment. Show time and our intro tape was playing, and someone told JD that Bob was in the audience, so he cranked his bass up and played "Lively up yourself" over the tape. This was very possibly the last time Marley ever heard this played as he died shortly after. I didn't get to meet him, but I did get to meet Tyrone Downie, Bobs keyboard player in the Wailers, and Tyrone and myself got up to all sorts of mischief that night. RT on the other hand hates reggae music, but I did manage to drag him to the Circus Krone in Munich to see Peter Tosh. I loved it, he hated it. I look at this as payback because years before he insisted that I went to Hammersmith Odeon to see Laurie Anderson, of O Superman fame. This show he loved, but I put it alongside Cher as one of the worst concerts I have ever seen. Needless to say I have also met a couple of stars that I didn't see eye to eye with. Like the American rock star we encountered in a club one night, and he was such a pain I had to take him into the toilets to have a quiet word with him. He finally got the message so I released my hand from around his neck and let him drop back down to the ground. To finish this segment I wanna tell you something that Bev Bevan said. Bev was the drummer with ELO, and them and us were touring the US at the same time, and as it turned out, staying in the same hotel in one city. Roger and myself were leaving the hotel and waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened Bev was in there and him and RT said their hellos. Rog then said, "Bev, this is Crystal, he looks after me." Bev turned to me, shook my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you. If it wasn't for guys like you, guys like us wouldn't be where we are today." He didn't need to say that, and was genuine when he did. I wasn't impressed with meeting him, but he is certainly in my top ten of nicest people I have ever meet.

Over the last few months I've spent a lot of time in the Chatroom, and I highly recommend it to you all as it can be a bit of a laugh. For anyone who has never visited the room please remember a couple of things, if you come in and start swearing you will be kicked out. I know, it happens to me all the time. Also don't come in and start going on about knowing axemen and murderers and other such garbage, cause that also warrants a kicking. Some buffoon from Ireland, who went by the name of "Death" turned up with an attitude and was going on about how f***ing awesome Queen were at Slane Castle. He was not known by anyone in there so I asked him to watch his language. He said he was the Grim Reaper and could do and say what he liked, so I told him otherwise and he was most put out when I kicked him. What a fool. A while ago there was some prat who called himself F***queen, good name eh! Anyway, he/she/it was picking on a lovely young lady called Raisa, and was saying some awful things to her and completely freaked her out, so I went to her defence and FQ turned the attention my way. As far as I'm concerned it's only letters on a screen and it didn't phase me at all, but at least he/she/it gave up on Raisa. In all fairness to FQ, whoever you may be, he/she left a message on the Bulletin Board saying sorry to Raisa and myself and would never do it again. So FQ, from the both of us, thanks for the apology, we accept it. What other weirdos have we had? Well, there was a brightspark who decided it would be funny to use the nickname QueenRshite, another bad move from this person who was honoured with a ban.

While in there I've seen a lot of friendships made, and a couple that have fallen apart. I got a private message one evening from a very drunk girl who, how shall we phrase this, offered me her body and wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to me, I thanked her and declined...must be getting old or something. I have also witnessed relationships being made and, usually there is a lot of humour involved, but needless to say some arguments do occur. I have also seen some of the daftest things said. One guy was so convinced that one of the regulars was either Deaky or she was chatting with him in private that he actually started tracking her every move on the net. He also told me about some highly illegal activities he was up to concerning the band. I wouldn't have thought I was the best person to tell such stuff to, and needless to say I had a go at him. Just to add to his stupidity he's been recently boasting about his affair with an underage girl, and I reckon if he had any more sense he would be half witted. Having mentioned all the twits I'd like to say a quick hello to all the regulars, White Queen and Killer Queen, the lovely girls Blue Rock and Rannnnnnni, SQJan, Mayflower and her boys, Farookh (aka Leroy Brown) MarshMallow, the three Tigers - Babe, Lily and Stripes and the mighty Falc, also to all the rest who I haven't mentioned by name, you know who you are. I'd also like to say hi to Daddy Cool who is the singer in the Dutch cover band Miracle, and Dad, if you never make it as a singer you could make a great career from being a stand up comedian. Finally an extra special hello to the gorgeous MTB, who is about to make an honest man of me ;)

Before I go I'm sure I don't need to remind anyone of a certain date in November that is engraved in all of our minds. And I know that a lot of you will be heading to Garden Lodge to leave flowers. I don't wanna preach and tell you what to do, and I know flowers are a nice gesture, but they do die and the only people to really benefit from this is the florist. This year lets all give a donation, no matter how small, to Aids research, this way the cash will be used to try and stamp out this awful disease. If you really wanna leave flowers, buy a smaller, cheaper bunch and donate the balance of what you would have spent to these charities. It's been said a million times before but it is true, Every penny counts.

As always, Loadsa Love.

Crystal

[enzie-ki]

OOC || Uncanny counter s2e5 thoughts

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Poor Mr.Ma :( bro lost his wife and unborn baby I feel so bad.

And his poor mother

it hurts so much song older women cry

PIL KWANG YOU BASTARD LEAVE THEM ALONE

GELLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER

Y'all better not try and recruit him

YOU AND YOUR STUPID COIN PIL KWANG

Oh Mo-Tak is theorising now

AHHH MY BABY'S BACK

THE ATMOSPHERE IS WRONG BUT I APPRECIATE YOU

oh no now he has to tell his grandparents

WAIT IT'S GOING BACK TO WHEN HE SAVED HER FROM THE ROOFTOP

NOOOO THAT'S TOO SAD WHY

WHY THAT

OIL DEMON LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR STUPID SCREECHING VOICE

AHH STUPID PRISON BULLIES YOU BETTER LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE HIS WIFE OUT OF IT

OH NO IT'S KWANG AGAIN

leave him alone!!!

WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED IT WAS HIM GELLY AND WONG THAT KILLED HER DAMNIT

LEAVE HIM ALONE PIL KWANG

(I just realised it's spelled Hwang/Gwang not Kwang)

Who is this guy

why u flirting with ha-na

wait you're the piano guy!

WAIT HA-NA FLASHBACKS

HE VISITED HER WHEN SHE WAS IN A COMA THAT'S SO SWEET

BUT SHE CAN'T TELL HIM

AYO CHAIRMAN CHOI COMING IN CLUTCH

they ain't gonna shoot him right

BRO YOU'RE SCARING MY BABY BUT I'M GLAD YOU'RE GLAD HE'S BACK

GLAD THE SNIFFER IS BACK BUT GELLY I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR OTHER EYE

Now who the hell are these guys

WAIT SHE'S BEHIND THE CONSTRUCTION SCAM???

NOO THESE GUYS REALLY RUINED MR. MA AND MRS. LEE'S LIFE

bro they're trying to kill her?

OH IT'S NOT ACRYLICS SHE'S GOT IT'S KNUCKLE SPIKES

hell yeah go counters!

Oh shizwizzle Gelly really got them all huh

Not that I underestimated her but damn

YEAH YOU BETTER RUN GELLY

JEOK BONG DONT REVEAL URSELF

BRO SKIS JUST STEP OUT OF THE GAS

Ur poor nose baby

Wait they know about the construction stuff now!

Ms Chu hell yeah you go girl, start theorising!

AHH HAN-UL MY OTHER BABY I'M GLAD MO-TAK IS STILL WORKING WITH YOU

Oh not Pil Hwang again

Stop being so weird and mysterious

You're hot but don't overdo it

AHH WALL OIL MONKEY DEMON BE QUIET

STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS WIFE

OH NO HIS EYES YUP HE'S GONE

AAA yeye HAN-UL!

YOU AND MO-TAK ARE A GREAT DUO

Jeong-Yeong would be proud

OH NO IT'S THE GUY THAT'S IN LOVE WITH HER AAA

wait but I wanted her and Mun to get together! I'm conflicted about this...

He's so sweet!

WAIT THAT'S MUN'S FRIEND OH SHI-

LET JEOK-BONG EAT DUMPLINGS DAMNIT

DONT STARVE MY BABY

WAIT UNG MIN TOLD MUN OH

wait jeok Bong likes her?

Girl you got all the men SIMPING gawsh dayum!

AA SHE'S HAVING FUN THAT'S GOOD

Wait don't touch her

don't touch her or you will get thrown into next week

HUH SHE'S NOT?

oh yeah he has no powers lol

OH NO JEOK BONG'S HERTBROKEN

My poor baby

I want Ha-Na to be happy though

Ooh money laundering, great

HAN-UL I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE LEAVE THIS IS THE WRONG TIME

Gelly which poor man are you choking now

WAIT THEY'RE BREAKING KNYK THE PRISON?

LEAVE MR. MA ALONE YOU FURRY BASTARD

HE'S GONE GONE OH NO

GELLY WHAT DID THAT GUARD DO TO YOU

ok Mr Kwang/hwang/Gwang you look really hot rn but I still hate you

WHY DO I FALL FOR ALL THE VILLAINS ALL THE TIME DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

I FEEL LIKE LATER ON HE'S GOING TO KILL THEM

OR AT LEAST TRY

Now that I notice both Gelly and Mr k/h/g look fine

GELLY LEAVE HIM ALONE

STOP

WHY DO YOU BULLY HIM SO MUCH

HE'S GONNA GET WAY MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU ARE AND YOU'RE GONNA D-I-E

GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM PIL K/H/G

NOOIOOOKKKKOOFKRJDHSKSBSJKSBSJSKSVSJSJSNDBSMKS

nuuu my baby😭😭😭

Mo-Tak and Mun are genuinely such a good duo

there's so many good duos in this show

Poor Mr. Ma's mother, I feel so bad for her.

IT'S THE OIL DIMENSION AGAIN GAHHHH

OIL MONKEY DEMON GO BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME

YOU AND YOUR STICKY HANDS AND STICKY SELF

EW STOP KISSING HIM

YOU WEIRDO WTF

DUDE PROBABLY JUST GOT COVID-20 AND HEPATITIS-F

Bro leave Mr. Ma alone

You're all gonna die bro but I don't feel bad because you're all pricks

Actually no I do feel bad

He's straight up vecna-ing them rn

WHY ARE PEOPLE RUNNING AT A MAN WITH TELEKINESIS

WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO GET AT HIM

ayo?????

bro drank some redbull or some shiz bcus damn he got WINGS

NAHH YOU BETTER NOT TURN HIM AGAINST MUN

OIL MONKEY BRAT

AND IT ENDS THERE GOSH DAMNIT

Overall, great episode, 10/10, everything was great(seething with rage), I saw so many of my favourite characters(foaming at the mouth), the plots coming together is honestly awesome (gnashing teeth)

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E4 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

glad we've got another furry lady (Gelly) to replace hyang-hui

If she hurts my baby I will break her acrylics

and also her spine

Pil Kwang and Mun are really just stranger things-ing it right now and I'm all here for it

It's giving eleven vs one but better because I like this show

Ah yes the power of a promise made you stronger good

how dare that man try and shoot chairman Choi if I snatch your weave this second

Gelly please stop with the scratching

So many problems would be stopped if people used their teeth as weapons

Getting choked? Bite. Getting held down? Bite. Jeok Bong I know you're new but please just bite her

MS SO IS BACK WOOHOO AND WONG IS GONE BOY GETCHA VAMPIRE LOOKIN-AHH OUT OF HERE

(he was kinda cool though)

oh damnit I forgot about the other Chinese counters

WAHOO MS CHU AND MS SO APPRECIATION

Chairman Choi you better thank Mun for saving you from that bullet

mo tak coming in with the tango disc pop off king

MS CHU WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU

CHAIRMAN CHOI IS SIMPING REAL HARD RN

DAMN ARE THEY GOOD AT DANCE

oh no jeok-Bong are you good

my poor baby noo

GELLY YOU DESERVED THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE YOUR EYE WAS GONE BUT HELL IF YOU DESERVED IT

Pil Kwang why are you naked Pil Kwang why are you naked I don't care you just got out of the bath WHY ARE YOU NAKED PIL KWANG WHY ARE YOU

excuse me what is this wet monkey looking thing

you look like you smell of bin juice and petrol

STOP CORRUPTING MY MR. MA

STOP BREATHING IN HIS FACE TOO YOU'LL GIVE HIM BLACK LUNG

oh I really hope he doesn't get possessed but I have a very bad feeling he will

JEOK BONG WHERE ARE YOU

YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE ME NOOOO

GELLY YOU FURRY BASTARD YOU SCARED HIM

NOW HE FEELS WORTHLESS ASDAGFJGKGASHKHF

HE BETTER COME BACK

I swear if its because his pores are clogged that his power stopped working or because he got punched I will cry

Jeok-Bong's dad stop comparing your son, that happened to me and it was BAD

My poor baby UnU

SEONG-SIK YOU BASTARD

HOW DARE YOU PUT MY BABY IN DANGER

LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE THE DAD ALONE TOO

ayo why does this man have so much blood in his nose

AHH HIS POWER CAME BACK

HE JUST HAD TO GET GUT IN THE NOSE AGAIN

HELL YEAH GET WRECKED YOU STINKY BASTARD

GET HIM BABY WAHOO

PUT COW DUNG ON THAT MAN

MMMMM Y'ALL IN YUNG BETTER BE CHEERING

WELL DONE JEOK-BONG

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TO ETERNAL OIL HELL WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT

AWWW JONG-GUK ISNT MAD GOOD

WAIT HE'S 21?

I SMELL MORE BS IN THAT STATEMENT THAN JEOK-BONG DOES AT WORK GOSH DAMN

THE BIG BROTHER STATEMENT

Aww him and his dad are bonding again finally

This is so wholesome I'm going to cry

MHM UR MAKING YOUR DAD PROUD JEOK-BONG

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

No because tell me why Mun has such a good fashion sense

And Mo-Tak too

And Ha Na

All of them actually

Gelly I regret to tell you but that steak is raw

I hope you get food poisoning

STOP MAKING CONNECTIONS DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

NOO IT'S THE EVIL OIL DEMON THING

LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY SOUNDING VOICE BETTER SINK BACK INTO THE OIL OCEAN

Mo-Tak please relax you're like three 9 year-olds in a trench coat

KWANG AND GELLY

YOU BASTARDS

EVIL OIL DEMON STUPID

LEAVE MY MR. MA OUT OF THIS

HOW DARE THE EPISODE END THERE

[peppermint2d]

F#$%ing uh, Calm after the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

It's 2D's birthday today, so enjoy another chapter!

Ch.1 in case you missed it

Chapter 2:

When you come to again, you see that the movie was indeed paused from what you last remember. Since he is in the basement, it was still dark inside 2D's room. You could see his sleeping form on his bed, lightly snoring with each inhale. It was still cold, but you promised to give the jacket back, so you gently lay it on top of him. You leave his room, hearing Noodle giggle far away.

There were no windows in the hallway, so you again relied on the walls for help and tried to follow the noises of Noodle in the kitchen. Climbing two flights of stairs in the dark is easier than it sounds, especially since as you reached the upper floor, the windows helped a little. It was still storming outside, but at least outside was brighter, even if by only a small amount.

As you walk into the kitchen, you hear the hiss of the stove releasing gas and see Noodle with a pack of matches. As she strikes one, you tackle her, and the air above you catches fire, burning your arm that you put up the shield both of you. "Ah fuck!" Tears well up in your eyes.

Noodle quickly squirms out from your grasp and puts a pan on the now lit stove. All that for breakfast? You check your arm and see a blister forming. There is no ice in the fridge since it all melted, so you wet a towel and hold it on the burn. Noodle shoos you away from the sink and fridge, removing butter, potatoes, and pancake mix from the cabinets. "Batā daijōbu? Bīgandesu ka?" She asked, holding up the butter.

"Sure, anything is fine."

She nods and quickly whips up breakfast for both of you and enough extras for the rest of the band. She sits on the island counter next to you. "Thank you for breakfast." You push the food around as you attempt to eat with one hand.

She hums questioningly and points to her left arm, your injured one.

You show her the burn. "It will heal, thanks for asking."

"What will heal?" Russel enters and starts getting his plate of food.

"My arm. Burnt it just now."

He sets a water kettle on the still-lit stove. "How bad?"

"Second degree, I think." You remove the towel to show him.

He grimaces. "Great way to wake up in the morning. Joe?"

"Who's Joe?"

Russel broke out into a sly grin. "Joe Mama. But a cup of joe, coffee?"

"BOO! Russel, boo. I can't believe I fell for that." You accept his consolation prize and he makes coffee for both of you. Noodle reaches for one, but Russel lightly smacks her hand away. "None 'til you're older."

Noodle lets out a quick string of angry Japanese.

"Say all you want but ain't getting none of this 'til you're at least 15."

"I can't believe she is so young. She's the one who made breakfast. Plus, she already is so talented with the guitar!"

"And vocals." As soon as Russel says that, he blushes. "Pretend I never said that."

"She does vocals on the new album? Come on, Russel! You can't just let that slip and not answer my questions!!"

"Can and will. Ey Noodle, Where's your napkin?"

Noodle paused in the middle of wiping her maple syrup on her sleeve. Russel sighed and got her a napkin. "You were saying about her maturity?"

You both share a laugh. "When do you think this storm will end?" You ask Russel.

"Dunno. It's always storming over Kong, at least."

"Do you like it here?"

"Don't hate it. I do enjoy makin music, but the whole kidnapped thing wasn't ideal." You both chuckled again.

"Yeah, I bet. I'm going to be having nightmares of Murdoc kidnapping me now."

"Murdoc doing anything is highly unlikely" Russel's deep laughter boomed throughout the room.

"Oi! I do stuff! I do lots of stuff." Murdoc wiggled his eyebrows. He takes the rest of the food.

"Hey! Leave some for 2D!" You protest.

"If the faceache wanted some, he should have woken up earlier." He sneered back, drenching his plate of pancakes in syrup and fried potatoes with ketchup. He poured the rest of the coffee for himself. There was too much for one cup, so he got out two mugs, filled both, and drank from both. What an asshole.

You looked at your own plate. You were too busy tending to your arm and talking to Russel to really eat anything, aside from a piece of potato. You were starving from not having any dinner. But you were the reason 2D stayed up and therefore didn't get up on time. You sighed and took your plate downstairs. "Thanks again for breakfast, Noodle!" You call behind you.

You set the food on the floor so you could knock on the door. Like a poor replay of last night, you had to knock again louder. Frustrated, you shout "2D!" You hear movement on the other side of the door and pick up the food.

"Ah!" A loud thump proceeds the opening of his door and you see him rubbing his chin as he opens it for you.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I jus tripped. Can't really see well at night. Although I guess it mornin now innit?" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stepped out of the way for you to join him, relighting the candle from last night. "Oh! Yew brought me breakfast? I'm starvin. Wouldda fought that Murdoc ate it all before I got any."

"He kinda did" You admit sheepishly.

"But then how'd yew get dis?" He sat on his bright yellow chair and started to eat vigorously.

"A magician never reveals their secrets."

"YEW DO MAGIC?"

"No D, it's an idiom." He looked confused. "Like raining cats and dogs?"

He swallowed his bite before speaking: "That doesn seem safe."

As you're about to laugh, your stomach starts to growl, causing you to turn bright red.

2D frowns. "This was yours?" You nod. "Well, now yew gotta take some. Yew didn efen 'ave dinna!"

"Nah, 2D it's yours, come on you said you were starving!"

"Eh, don tell 'er I said so, but Noodle's cookin can be off. I don like fese potatoes anyway, would yew-"

"Yes." You sit on the ground by him and he hands you what's left of them. You both sit in companionable silence. Normally, you observe everything as information for your articles, but here, there is nothing to record. Eating is a very intimate act. It's private. It leaves you vulnerable. One does not eat comfortably with strangers. There is an inherent agreement made when eating, a promise of safety and companionship. You don't think 2D values this moment as much as you do, you were waxing poetic while he sticks his tongue out as he struggles to cut a part of his pancake. Even though his struggles may suggest otherwise, he is meticulous while eating, taking extra caution to not allow any syrup to drip while he eats.

"Yew still 'ungry?" He nodded towards your empty plate. "Cuz yew'fe been lookin at me eat, and there's plenty pancake left."

"No, uh, I'll live." You flush, you keep forgetting about his eyes.

"Good! Wouldn't want yew dyin." He grins, showing off his missing teeth. You look around his room while he finishes. It wasn't exactly a mess, but it was not orderly. Clothes littered the floor, but the room felt lived in and as homey as a basement could get.

"Do you like living in the basement?" You ask him as he collects the plates into a stack.

"Didn't 'ave much of a choice. Murdoc put me 'ere before Russ n Noodle showed up. Gets a bit drafty fough."

This would be nice for your article. "Was this even a room initially? Or did Murdoc just put up a wall?"

"I dunno. I fink 'e jus put somefin up since I can see ofer dis wall 'ere if I get up 'igh enough." He opens his door and takes the plates with him. "Can yew blow out the candle? I don wanna bring it upstairs since Murdoc would probably take it for 'imself. Yew can grab onto the back of me shirt if you need 'elp navigatin. Not that I can see where I'm goin eifer."

You do ask he asks and grab onto his yellow tee. "I would offa yew me 'and, but..."

"They're full. Don't worry, this is helping loads."

He just hums in response as he leads you up the stairs, through the carpark, and up more stairs to the kitchen. When you finally reach the kitchen, your hand still holding the warm material of 2D's shirt. Russel hears you two enter and looks above the book he was reading --Wuthering Heights-- to raise an eyebrow at your position which must have looked a lot more suggestive than it actually was. You were in the basement alone with 2D for an hour at least and as an investigative journalist, you could understand better than anyone why it looked suspicious. You deeply flush, feeling the heat reach the tips of your ears. 2D apparently did not catch Russel's expression, leading you to the sink, where he washed the plates while you still held onto him. You didn't need to, you could see just fine now.

Russel sniggered, "I guess your arm's feeling better now, huh?" His sly smile hinting that he thinks he knows, incorrectly as it may be, why you are suddenly so close to 2D.

"Your arm's 'urtin?! Why didn yew say anyfin last night?" 2D turns towards you frantically, grabbing the arm that was holding his shirt, turning it around, trying to find the injury.

"Last night? Damn." Russel is chuckling on the couch, shaking his head. "2D, you have been ploughing through too many girls recently."

This piqued your interest. A new development for your article.

"I'm- I'm- I'm strugglin Russ, yew know dis. Besides, we didn efen do anyfin! We jus watched Dawn of the Dead!" He shakes his head vigorously, waving his arms.

"It starts with Dawn of the Dead..."

"ANYWAY! 'ow did yew 'urt your arm?" 2D harshly changes the subject, Russel fully laughing at this point.

You barely manage to mumble: "Burnt it." Russel's teasing really embarrassed you.

"On the candle?" He still looked so concerned, as if he was the one to hurt you.

"This morning. Not your fault, D." He visibly relaxed at that.

"Plus, it's this arm." You held up your left arm, the angry, sickly yellow blister facing him.

"'ow could I 'ave missed this! Oi, love, why 'aven't yew bandaged this? Does it 'urt still? Did yew put ointment on it?"

"Yo, 2D, chill, let her breathe!" Russel shouted from across the room.

2D flinched in surprise. "Sorry."

You smile and giggle, their concern for you was so cute. "I'm fine. It hurts to move and if anything touches it, it's agony, but really no need to fret."

"We keep a first aid kit in the studio because of, uh, Murdoc. I can patch yew up." He takes your uninjured hand and leads you down to the ground floor and into a cluttered studio. You grimaced at the pelt on the floor.

2D noticed your refusal to step on it. "Yeah, 'm not a big fan of it meself." He digs through a discarded box. "'ere's the kit! Come 'ere, I'll make yew feel be'er."

He rifles through the extensive kit, packed with anything an EMT team may need, including a mini lamp, which he turns on. "Oh! 'ere it is! Alooe Veera soofin cream!" He terribly mispronounces the name. "'ere are some bandages too, I'll wrap yew up afta."

You sat by his side on the floor as he tenderly took your injured arm and inspected it. "I fink dis may scar."

"If it does, then I'll always have something to remember this by. Plus, Noodle would feel so guilty, I'd probably get tickets to all of your concerts." You joke, but 2D's concern didn't seem to waver.

He laid it on his lap while he put some cream on his fingers. "Dis may 'urt a wee bit." He started on the outside of your burn, gently rubbing in the cream, the soothing lotion and soft touches caused you to sigh and relax into 2D's shoulder. Again, he smelled of cigarettes and cedar and his vanilla-scented candle still lingered in his shirt. He was bony so that you could feel his shoulder blade and clavicle, but it was not uncomfortable in the slightest. You could feel his muscles move as he tended to you and if this continued any longer, you would have fallen asleep.

He brushes against the blister unexpectedly and you yelp, yanking back your arm. "I need you to stay still, love." You grumble and tuck your head back into his shoulder, relaxing into him again. He continues with the cream, taking extra care with the blister, pausing when you sharply inhale. "I'll bandage yew up right proper, I will." He whispers, mainly to himself.

As soon as the rough gauze touches your blister, you whimper. "Jus stay good for a few more minutes, yeah?"

"This is hurting more than the actual burn."

"Sorry, love. Uh, lemme know if dis is too tight or loose." He begins to wrap the bandage around your forearm.

"Tighter, please." He pauses and tries again.

"Tighter." He tugs on them even harder.

"Tighter."

"Tighter."

"Yew sure? I fink your fingers are turnin red." He was right, they were showing signs of lack of blood flow.

"Please, D? I don't want it to come undone and have to do this again."

He follows your wishes and finishes tieing it up with a bow. "There, all done! If it still 'urts bad, I could give yew some of me painkillers?"

"I could do with some ibuprofen maybe. What do you have?"

"Perscriptions. Nefer wifout em!" His smile didn't quite reach his eyes and you could tell that it was just a cover. You give him a sympathetic smile, you couldn't blame him for being addicted. His smile falls. "Yew won't put that in your article, will yew?"

"Of course not, D! Nothing without your permission gets published, I'll even send you my rough draft for you to OK." You stand up and reach out your good arm to help him up too.

He is lighter than you expected as you yank him up beside you. "Yew don 'ave to do that. I doubt I could efen understand what yew write."

"Oh please, you're very intelligent!"

"Not since I fell on me 'ead, I 'aven't been." He deeply sighs. Then, he shakes his head. "Well, dis is where the magic 'appens! I could give yew a tour?"

You follow his lead and decide to stop talking about his past, but that doesn't mean you have to stop wondering what made this ray of sunshine so sad. He takes you around the space, explaining what each machine does and how it was used on the EP, sometimes complaining how one of them didn't work properly or how it didn't make it into the final versions of the songs. When you reach the keyboards, he practically glows when talking about them, their names (yes, he named his keyboards), which sounds are unique to each, and which ones are the stubborn ones. "Dis one 'as a very stiff F4, could nefer play that note." He pulls down his favourite from the shelf and plays "The Entertainer" beautifully. It would have rude to not applaud.

"And that's the recording boof. I don quite like 'ow claustrophobic it makes me. The sound spikes are scary, too. No good memories in there." He takes the lamp with him as he walks to the door. He holds out his hand for you to take, even though you can see where you are going now. But who are you to say no?

You reach out to take his hand, his being quite a bit bigger than yours. He leads you out the door and through the winding hallways of Kong. Even with his lamp, the place still reminds you a bit of a maze. You hear Russel's deep timbre coming down the kitchen's stairs and you remembered your interaction with him earlier and wondered how it would have been if he'd seen how you still held 2D's hand. 2D led you back down the stairs, through the car park, and down the stairs again. with each step the two of you took down, the darker the space around you got. That was the cons of a basement, you supposed. Once you were both back in his room, he placed the lamp over on a desk.

"Okay, ibuprofen right? I fink I got somethin like tha."

He let go of your hand to open the drawer at his desk, revealing many, many, bottles of pills. You tried to pretend you weren't looking over his shoulder at them all, but you were pretty sure he knew you were. He didn't address it, instead pulling out a specific bottle and pushing the door shut. He held it up close in front of his face, and you watched as he squinted just slightly to read the label.

"'ere we go! Dis should work."

He popped the top of the bottle and dumped quite a large amount on his hand before holding it out to you. You stared for a moment at the pile of pills in his hand before reaching out and grabbing just 2. He blinked, and slowly put the rest of the pills back in the bottle, then dropped it back in the drawer.

"Thanks, 2D. This'll help loads." You smiled up at him. He just smiled back.

You took both pills, faced with the fact you had no water to swallow them down with. It wasn't the biggest deal, but you never were good at swallowing pills, so the bitter medicine dissolved slightly on your tongue before it was gone.

"Blegh." you stuck your tongue out and scrunched your face up, that bitter taste causing you to cringe. You heard 2D laugh at your reaction. "Hey! Rude." You said, but you were smiling too.

"Sorry," he laughed a little again, "Les go get you somfin to drink, yeah?"

"Um, yeah. please."

He starts to lead you back to the kitchen. Your whole time at Kong has been dealing with these blasted stairs. "What yew want to drink?" 2D asks as you reach the car park.

"Got any more soda from last night?"

"No, fresh out, Noodle finished it while yew were asleep."

"Juice?"

"Yeah! We may 'ave some Orange Juice left."

"If it was in the fridge it would have gone bad by now because of the power."

2D sighed. "Then all we gots is water and Murdoc's alcohol supply." You were about to go up the stairs to the kitchen and pause.

"You know any good cocktails, D?" You smiled slyly. Sure, it may only be after lunchtime, but with the clocks out, who really knows what time it is.

"I normally jus drink straight from the bottle." His smile returns your energy, so you turn around and start heading to the Winnebago.

The air starts to turn sour, and you could feel it sticking to your face. When you inhale, it burns your nose and stays in the back of your throat. The stench of death and rot. Of alcohol, sweat, weed, and sex. Of an overuse of Axe bodyspray. You didn't think you would see a grown man cry today, but as you two approached the Winnebago, 2D's eyes watered in a way that could only be described as a constant stream of tears.

"What happened here? Do you think Murdoc's okay?" As you open your mouth to speak, you could feel the stench seep in and can almost taste the putridness.

2D coughed "'e's probably more than okay." He knocked on the flimsy door.

The opening of the door unleashed a plume of stank upon you and 2D. You were expecting Murdoc to greet you, but your eyes lowered until they saw what you could only describe as a zombie in a maid outfit. That was definitely making the article. It gurgled and turned away. A second later, Murdoc appeared, topless. "Hey, Love! Finally come to your sense, eh?" He saw 2D and grumbled, "Ah, why'd you bring dents for eyes? I promised myself I wouldn't make that dream a reality. Besides, my bed's only got room for two." Murdoc leered at you, outlining your body with his eyes. 2D coughed and stood in front of you, causing Murdoc to lean back and cross his arms. "You're blocking her view of all this." He gestured to himself.

"Not to dis one, Murdoc. Not again. We're only 'ere for your booze." His hands balled into fists. You didn't need 2D to speak to Murdoc for you, but you sense something deeper going on here.

Murdoc turned for a sec and grabbed a bottle behind him. "Here you go, Face Ache. It's weak enough for you to stomach, lightweight. And if she," He points at you, "comes to me begging for a shag, later on, then we will both know that you're the issue."

2D takes the bottle and mumbles bastard under his breath. Murdoc leans against the doorframe and grins, cockily, watching you leave. The farther you get away from the Winnebago, the clearer the air looks. "Ah, I can feel my nose again! That stank, right D?"

"Yeah, wha'ever." He didn't look at you, his head tilted down so you guessed he was looking at the floor. He was hunched over and held the alcohol with white knuckles.

"You okay, 2D?" You put your hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged you off. "I jus wanna down dis bottle and forget everyfin 'til tomorrow at least."

You follow him silently back to his room, straying behind so that you were barely within the light from 2D's lamp. He disappeared through the door, leaving you in the dark as you fumbled down the last steps. You find him flopped face down onto the bed, his arms and legs splayed across the whole mattress. You gingerly pick up one of his legs and move it so you can sit on the bed beside him.

"You know I would never sleep with Murdoc, right?"

2D grumbled and opened the bottle, taking a huge swing, not fazed at all. He passed it over to you and you read the label. It was named Satan's Piss and had a cartoon devil on the front. Its main feature was its ABV of 50%, 10% more than vodka. You take a considerably smaller sip and cough, cringing at the strength, causing 2D to snort. At least one of you is getting something out of this.

"Wouldn't be the first time someone's left me for 'im." 2D pulled his limbs in a rolled over so that his stomach was touching your back, his legs close to your side. He leaned on one elbow, purposefully not looking at you. You turned slightly so you could watch him. "I don fink I could efer forgive Murdoc for what 'e did. I 'ad a bird and she and I were togefer efen before I lost me eyes, which I also 'ate Murdoc for, but that's a different story. Dis bird 'elped me frough me recovery and efen joined the band after I became the singer. The guitarist before Noodle." He paused and reached out for the bottle, which you handed to him. He took another huge drink and use wiping his mouth as an excuse to rub his eyes as well. "Well, anyway, Russ found 'er one day in the toilets wif Murdoc, givin 'im a blow job. 'e broke Murdoc's nose, that's why it looks so screwed up." He chuckled a little at that and took another drink. "After that, I tried to use other girls as a way of lessenin the pain. It's what Russel was talkin about in the kitchen. I actually 'ad plans wif a bird for this weekend, but well." He sheepishly looked up at you. "I 'ad dated Rachel Stevens for a bit, but Murdoc scared 'er off. Not the first time it's 'appened eifer. 'e's ruined everyfin for me recently." He ended his speech by finishing half of the bottle and handing it back to you.

"Oh, D. I'm so sorry. Paula, she didn't deserve you." You put your uninjured hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you. From the light of the lantern, you could see that his face was wet.

"She said it was me fault she got wif Murdoc. That she was tired of dealin wif me in me comatose state and that I was too fick efen after I came too. And I know I should blame 'er, but I just can't bring meself to 'ating 'er. I loved 'er, you know? Loved 'er proper." As he was speaking, staring at his hands, you drank some of the alcohol, it really starting to affect you.

Your hand started to move up from his shoulder to his hair, slowly running your fingers through the blue. It looked so pointy, you expected it to be brittle with hair gel or something, but his hair was so smooth and soft, albeit a bit messy. When you touched it, he flinched, but as you continued to brush your hand through, he relaxed and moved into the touch. You didn't stop combing through his hair, loving the way the blue fluff would part on your behalf. As you pet his hair, you could feel him begin to cry, his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving, his breathing unsteady. You heard sniffles and choked whimpers, so you made an effort to prevent any stray hairs from falling onto his face, lest it gets wet. You tasted alcohol as you drank some more to distract you from crying too: 2D didn't need that right now. All you saw was a defeated, broken boy who needed so much more love than anyone could give him.

You put the bottle on the floor and lifted 2D by his shoulders with your good arm, pulling him up into a sitting position with you. He didn't complain, only removed his hands from his black eyes, revealing them to be overflowing with tears and had a vague look of confusion. Then you hugged him, pulling his body close, feeling the heat of him through his clothes, hurting when his ribs would expand only to push out the air as a muffled cry. As if you two had done this a thousand times before, he tucked his head into your neck and it fits perfectly. His hair tickled your face and you continued to run your fingers through it. "It's alright. I'm here. I won't let you go." You whispered repeatedly while your friend conveyed every once of his devastation in tears.

After he calmed a little, he lifted his face from your neck. You could feel how wet it was from his tears and snot, but you didn't really mind. You stopped touching his hair, instead you cupped his cheek with your hand, brushing away stray tears with your thumb.

"S-sorry," He hiccuped, "for crying on yew." He looked up at you, his empty eyes rimmed red and you lost some part of yourself to him then.

You continued to stroke his cheek. "Sh, don't apologize, you're perfect."

His arm that used to lay limply over your shoulder while you were comforting him moved slowly, until it rested at the nape of your neck, tangling itself into your hair. He searched your face for any signs of opposition, but upon receiving none, he pulled your lips to his.

You have never had a worse headache or case of cottonmouth. Luckily it was still night, the noises of nocturnal life just outside, so you didn't have to bother with bright lights. You started to stir, but couldn't move half of your body. Looking over, you saw that 2D had wrapped his arms around your unburnt arm and that one of his long legs hooked around you, essentially trapping you. Had you fallen asleep like this? "Please be wearing clothes, please," You whisper. You saw that you were both fully clothed and let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't remember for the life of you what may have caused this. The last thing you could recall was Paula, the bitch.

[they-callme-ami]

"Yes, Doctor." (Tobias x Fem!MC SMUT)

Word count: 1,350

Warning: some submissive Tobias, 69-ing, SMUT, doctor kink(?)

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Tobias had a rough day at work. He was already running late trying to make Casey breakfast, but he managed to fuck it up by rushing-- He didn't have enough gas to get there on time and had to call and uber AND tow truck, forgot his lunch and his wallet was still in his car, and on top of all that it was fucking raining. When he got home, even the quiet of his townhouse couldn't cheer him up. Casey was asleep on the couch, a textbook and a few files on top of her while she snored....Tobias quietly warmed up some takeout he'd gotten on the way back, and even that was wet from the rain. He ate in his room and rubbed his forehead.

Casey could hear all this...she saw his coat hung haphazardly on a chair nearby and how soaked it was. She grabs it and looks to see Tobias in his room, eating at his desk while writing and looking at his own file. He's been working so hard lately...Casey then bunched the white fabric in her hand and suddenly had an idea. He just needed a day to relax and have her take care of him. 

Tobias woke up the next morning....was it even morning? He couldn't tell since there was actually sunlight outside and not just darkness and a sliver of sun. "What.....what time is it?" He rubbed his eyes and looked for the clock....only to see a much, much more pleasant site before him.

"Good morning Mr. Carrick. Did you sleep well....?" Casey asked. She stood there in front of the bed....in nothing but Tobias's Mass Kenmore coat over you--freshly washed and ironed. "I'm your Doctor for the day, Dr. Valentine, and I'm here to make sure you're very....very well taken care of."

Oh hell yeah. Tobias bit his lip...he could feel his boxers already grow tighter. "Good morning....Dr. Valentine...this is....definitely one hell of a way to wake up. Mind tellin' me what this is for? Not that I'm complaining Doc.."

Casey smirked. "Well sir, your girlfriend noticed last night symptoms of slouchy-grumpy and overall very stressed out boyfriend-disease. It's very serious that you get all the care you need." She walked forward to the side of the bed, and moved his hand down between her legs. "So just relax....let me take care of you today, okay?"

Tobias gulped. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that she'd ever be like this, and all for him. "Y-Yes....Yes ma'am--"

"Ah ah ah. No no. Yes, Doctor."

Tobias throbbed against the fabric around his aching shaft...god damn, this woman drove him wild.  Tobias laid back as Casey climbed on top of him, and straddled his lap. She moved his hands onto her breasts while grinding down on him. 

"Mmmhhh....it seems like...you're in need of some relief down here..." she bit her lip and let out a sultry moan against his ear, her wet entrance dripped against the fabric between them. "Let me help you...remove these..." she whispers before inching off Tobias's boxers, greeted with a very eager hard-on.

"Doctor...please....please, don't tease me like this..." he mumbled, sounding so....so needy. It was the first time Casey had ever heard Tobias say please, let alone beg. She grabbed him and spat on his shaft to lube him up, moving her hand up and down slowly while kissing his neck. 

"You've been working so hard....and trying to still spoil and take care of me. I want to do the same for you." She whispers said, hearing Tobias gasp as her hand increased speed. "Does that feel good?" She asks, Tobias only able to nod and gripped the sheets tightly in his fist. Casey kissed down his neck and collar, peppering soft kisses on his chest until she reached down and began to suck the head of his dick. Her lips wrapped around him, her eyes staring up into his while both hands continued their work. 

"W-Wait---D-Doctor wait....mnn...please...I....I want to taste you." There was a hunger and desperation in his voice as he looked down at her. He scooted away and laid on his back, and Casey already swiveled into position. She leaned down, continuing to work those hands and that mouth on him while Tobias grabbed her hips and pulled her down towards his lips. His tongue immediately found her clit and teased her while she moaned around him, taking Tobias in deeper. She bobs her head and manages to take most of him while Tobias's attention shifted inside of Casey, his tongue swirling around inside her while his fingers played with her clit and teased the perky bud. 

"Tobias....mnghh....n-no...I'm supposed to....to take care of...of..."

"Casey...mnnff....Doctor....please, grind down on my face more...don't fucking stop..." he growled against her while continuing to lick and suck the most sensitive parts she had.

Casey whined and moaned, grinding back on Tobias's mouth, hollowing out her mouth and bobbing her head. Her hands laid against Tobias's thighs as she moved up and down, her tongue swirling around him until she felt him cum hard down her throat, feeling the hot stream shooting out. The sudden warmth inside her somehow reached the fire pooling in her stomach as she came against Tobias's tongue, whimpering and moaning as she rocked her hips back and forth against him. She panted and pulled off, turning around and moved her hips onto his, grabbing his shaft.

"F-Fuck--Casey--I'm still really sensitive...if...if you do that I'm gonna--"

"I don't fucking care. I'm gonna make you feel so damn good...you'll be seeing stars." Casey sank down on  him, both of them moaning. Tobias's fists gripped the sheets tighter and tighter while Casey's hands were on top of his fist. She writhed and shook in pleasure while beginning to bounce.

Her hips moved up and down on him, and with each movement Tobias moaned and held onto Casey's hips, grunting out a pleasure filled and frustrated curse under his breath.  The bed creaked and the headboard hit the wall ever so slightly. Casey licks her lips, a sudden power she felt was in control of her movements. She went faster as Tobias could only lay there and moan, taking it as Casey rode him. And he loved it....he loved staring up at her while she moaned and gripped onto him, her breasts seemed hypnotizing as he watched them, and she was gripping him so tight from this angle. He was not gonna last long.

"C-Cas--Doc--fuck--gonna--I--please--" he begged--well, incoherant babbling was more like it. All he could feel and think of was her. His senses flooded with arousal and desperation as she was pushing him over the edge. He was gonna blow...

Casey looked down at Tobias. Desperate. Needy. Relaxed. Euphoric.  All these words easily described him. 

"Go ahead Tobias...fill me...don't worry about anything else baby..." she leaned down and kissed him passionately. He grabbed her hips as the two kissed and his fingers dug inside as he suddenly came again--harder inside of Casey. It was the first time he had been able to--and it felt like heaven. She squeezed him while he came and he gave weak thrusts as he let himself release inside of her....focussed on just the pleasure....Tobias panted and he even had tears in his eyes, shaking from how...earth shattering that had felt. 

"Nghh....oh god...Doctor....I....mnn...Casey...." he panted and laid his head back on the pillow. Casey smiled and pulled off, some of his cum dripping down her thighs while she stood up shakily.

"Glad to see you...in better spirits....now...drink some water and get some rest....I'll be back to...check on you later.." Casey smiled and kneeled down, kissing Tobias and ran a hand down his chest. "Okay?" Tobias smiled and chugged the water bottle near his bed. He nodded and sighs. 

"Yes, Doctor."

[promethes]

dumping the horrendous unconventional short story I wrote for my midterm under the cut to get it off my mind bc I do not like it.

ENTRY 1

I think I will make my life’s motif a bird. It shouldn’t be too hard. They’re everywhere and pop out at the most opportune moments. I’ll find a way to tie them in.

ENTRY 2

Stood in line for way too long at the cafe. Can you believe the girl in front of me didn’t even look up to plan her order until she was physically at the front of the line? I knew what I wanted to order before I even stepped foot into the place. They need to change that. I’m on the lookout for some kind of online suggestion box to submit to since they decided to forgo an in-house one for some God forsaken reason. There’s not a lick of common sense in anyone these days. Saw a robin on my way out and flicked it a sesame seed from my bagel.

ENTRY 3

Would you listen to this garbage? They’re planning on tearing down my favorite bowling alley. “Didn’t pass inspection” my ass. It’s an important cultural landmark of our city and I’m marching down to the mayor to set him straight. I can’t stage important life moments around the cardinal themed bowling alley if there is no bowling alley to have a cardinal theme!

ENTRY 4

Mom’s in the hospital. Driving over now, she said it has something to do with her cholesterol. It either spiked or dropped real low, but I can’t be sure. Either way, she’s in the hospital. I don’t know why she chose the one that’s so far away though. The vending machines in the other one have way better stock.

ENTRY 5

Forgot to say. I didn’t run over any birds on the way there.

ENTRY 6

I don’t think I’m spiraling yet but I’m close to it. Mom’s fine, she’s just staying overnight in case anything acts up again. I, on the other hand, am NOT. Car won’t start and I’ve been sitting here in the parking lot for almost four hours now. Embarrassed beyond belief. A weird old man with a huge shiny truck offered to help and he’s been good on his word lending me his car to jump-start mine, but his bumper stickers make me nervous. His truck has custom lettering too. I’m a big guy, so not too worried, but a little concerned. 

Anyway, it didn’t work and I’m calling a tow truck now. I tried to thank the guy and offered to buy him coffee, but he just said “No way, Jose” which was weird. He smacked the top of my car before he left and said I need to “dress this little lady up.” Maybe I’ll get a sparrow bumper sticker online. Everything’s online these days.

ENTRY 7

Starting to rethink the bird motif thing. Not much goes on in my life anyway, and there’s only so much material I can get out of waking up early to chirping. Maybe I should aim lower. I could choose a color instead. Red would be a cop-out, it’s too obvious. Blood! I need something that’s at least a little challenging. We’ll see. I’ll sleep on it.

ENTRY 8

GREAT NEWS! Sister got a BIRD. A real-life living breathing chirping flying bird. It’s a sign and I’m not going to ignore it. My life’s motif is a bird and it’s not going to be one of those unbearably hidden motifs from English class required readings either.

(Although I did like some of them. That spoon in Middlesex…… I want my bird to be his spoon. To take up space in an almost eerie way. I’ll find a way to make it work.)

ENTRY 9

Laying the groundwork. These things don’t come easy, so I’m sowing the seeds (birds do that, right?) Told everyone at work that my great great great grandfather’s name was Starling. Drilled up a lot of curious questions and I even got to know some of the people I always just miss talking to. They were all VERY interested. Tomorrow I’ll bring in a picture of an actual starling. I don’t think Andrew quite knows that it’s a kind of bird.

ENTRY 10

Don’t remember the name my sister chose and I couldn’t remember if I tried even if I squeezed my eyes shut before blinking really fast like I usually do because this bird (Polly I’m going to call it Polly because an annoying bird deserves an annoying name) is so incessantly annoyingly unbearably loud. I can’t believe this thing is my sign.

My sign is chirping me into the basement and into a frenzy. At least I have my old sleeping bag handy until I can figure out how to shut it up. Why must my motif be so unbearably annoying?

ENTRY 11

Update on the car: starter wires snapped. Haven’t seen any birds around lately (except for a crow but I hate crows and I won’t be counting them) so I was hopeful and asked the mechanic if there’s any chance a bird could’ve pecked at the wires until they got so worn down that they snapped in the hospital parking lot.

He looked at me like I was crazy. I know that was what the look meant because he said, “Are you f****ing crazy man? The wires are deep in your car under the hood.” (I’m censoring the language. I don’t want language taking away from my story. If this is to be read in a future child’s English class to teach a lesson about motifs, I can’t be including foul language.)

I’m not f***ing crazy but I am extremely ticked off. Does he not realize how little birds come out in the cold weather? I need whatever I can get.

I’ll just tell people a bird got stuck under the hood of my car. I’ll change this entry later. Mechanic man doesn’t deserve a spot in a child’s English class; he didn’t even have the decency to watch his language for them.

ENTRY 12

People at work are finally starting to catch on! Got called “bird guy” by Kathleen (Catherine? Kristy? Whatever.) when she saw my shirt. I knew it’d be a good move when I saw it on sale at Walmart. I’m thinking of making the cover of my book Hawaiian print, but I’ll tell my future publisher I’m not married to the idea. Can’t be too picky on my first book! I’ll leave that for the second.

ENTRY 13

I will enjoy my day today I will enjoy my day today I will enjoy my day. Sister needs to get control of Polly. I’ve moved down my whole mattress now. I will enjoy my day I will enjoy my day I will enjoy 

ENTRY 14

Can’t believe I overlooked eagles and hawks. Of course sparrows and starlings weren’t doing the trick! Classic oversight, focusing too much on the mundane. I won’t be making that mistake. I blame it all on that incessant chirping. Mom says it’s not too bad but I’m fairly certain that cholesterol has gotten to her ears. She must be going deaf. She’s lucky she’s ill or else I’d be very extremely sore at her for making that face at me. I know it’s a bad face because it’s the same face that f***ing mechanic made and I don’t think he’s ever made a good face in his life so if my mom made that same face then I really don’t like that. She gets a pass for the cholesterol. 

ENTRY 15

I feel amazing. Bought an eagle bumper sticker at a roadside gas station and after a few strategic snips, it’ll be ready to go on the car. I’m dressing this little lady up! The red, white, and blue has got to go first though. Decided a while ago not to let colors mess with my motif, and I’m not going to slip up on that again! Snip snip.

I’m considering this a debt paid. Dressed the little lady up. Two birds, one stone! I’m making that my new catchphrase.

ENTRY 16

Should I make this a love story? I’m thinking about making it a romance. Doves are right there, really just waiting for me to weave them in. On the other hand, I don’t think that’d work to create much of a conducive learning environment for the kids. I think I’ll stick to a Mark Twain type story instead. 

Reread the beginning and don’t think it’s working. I’ll be cutting all that out. I spoke too much about mom’s cholesterol. Too many side characters and not enough focus. Where was I going with this again? 

ENTRY 17

Writer’s block. It’s ok, I still had that major breakthrough with the hawk/eagle thought. Put in my two weeks to dedicate all my time. I’ve found a bird-watching site that I hope will bring me more peace than f***ing Polly.

ENTRY 18

These birds are really working to stay in my New York Times best-selling children’s novel. Knew this would be a challenge, but they really do never stop conversing. If only they could read, I’d write them a best-selling manual on the best ways to speak inwards rather than outwards. Chirp chirp chirp needs to turn into ______ ________ ________.

ENTRY 19

Sister’s going to be f***ing pissed but it was the only thing to do.

ENTRY 20

Honestly, it was just a bird! If it was really part of our family, you’d think that I’d know its name by now.

ENTRY 21

I said that Polly’s in a better place now, but set her off with the “Polly”. Maybe this was a mistake. She said I “begged” her to get the bird but she shouldn’t say that when she’s the one reacting like this.

ENTRY 22

Books should come with suggestion boxes. No more birds. Story’s six feet under just like Gladys. See, I can finally remember it now that I can hear myself think. 

[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - VI - Home Base

"YOU ABSOLUTE F***ING DUNCE!" Arizona shrieks, "DO YOU KNOW HOW STUPID THAT WAS?!"

Russia sits, frozen as she screams at the top of her lungs in his face. Texas doesn't even look startled.

"Ari-" America tries.

"NO! YOU KNOW HOW F***ING STUPID THAT WAS! PAPA, WHAT COULD'VE HAPPENED?! NOTHING THAT WOULD'VE ENDED WITH US ALIVE!"

Arizona huffs before she stares back at Russia, anger and fear in her eyes, and her hair starts to smoke.

"If you light my car on fire, you're paying for the repairs," Kansas mutters.

"Did you look away?" she hisses.

"I SAID DID YOU LOOK AWAY?!" she shouts.

"No! No," Russia answers, shaking his head, his tongue stuck in his mouth, "it..look...down...first."

Arizona stares at him harshly.

"He's telling the truth," Kansas says from the front of the car.

Arizona shrinks back into her seat, muttering something in a language Russia doesn't recognize.

"Don't do that ever again," America says.

"Do...what?" Russia forces out.

"Don't ever make eye-contact with anything like that again," America demands.

"...Why?"

"Because if you get into a staring contest like that, and you accidentally look away, you become the next f***ing target, and you can't just get rid of that," America says, "you got really f***ing lucky that you didn't look away first."

"Well, don't ever do that again unless you want to have something hunting you 'till you end up dead. At least now, it probably means that it won't be following us anymore," Arizona says.

"Yo! What the F*** just happened with your car?" New York says into the radio, "we saw the thing keep up with you and then run off."

"Rus got into a staring contest," Texas replies.

"HE F***ING WHAT?"

"Ari already gave him his scolding."

"Tex, please tell me that Russia won."

"He did, don't worry."

The radio gets quiet.

America leans back on him and tilts his head up.

"Don't do that again, you lucking b*****," America mutters.

Russia nods, and America relaxes, leaning against him. Russia drapes his arms around America's shoulders, and America reaches up and grabs them, hugging them close. Russia closes his eyes, not to sleep, but to avoid looking outside the window.

They stop for gas a few more times, and America instructs them to enter in a group of four to pay for all the pumps at one time. Sure, the clerks were suspicious of them, but as long as they all behaved, they would be fine.

They cross the border into Idaho at dawn, and a few more hours in, they pull off the interstate into some side roads that wind into the trees.

America is sleeping against his chest, and Russia stares down at him, feeling lovestruck. He gently threads his fingers through America's hair, admiring the colored stripes. The more he plays with it, the more red strands would appear through the white. He admires the colors and the fluffy texture of every strand.

America shifts slightly but doesn't pull away.

"What are you doing?" America mumbles.

"Hair," Russia replies, having given up on any longer sentences today.

"You're too sweet," America giggles.

"You...sweet," Russia replies.

America smiles, and Russia feels his heart swell.

'He's so happy.'

'So cute.'

He pulls his hand out of America's hair and hugs him tight. America laughs and hugs Russia's arms. America smiles and sits back up. Russia looks up and sees Georgia looking away, looking a little dejected. Russia pokes America in the shoulder and nudges him to Georgia. America looks over, and almost coos at her

"Oh, baby girl. Are you okay?" America asks.

Georgia sniffles, but determinately stares out the window.

"'m not a baby," Georgia mumbles.

"But you're my baby," America says, "and you look like you're all worked up. What's wrong?"

Georgia covers her face and turns even further.

"Come on, baby, what's wrong?"

Georgia turns and looks down at her lap, her face red and she looks embarrassed. She signs something with her hands. The signs are fast and frantic.

"Oh," America mutters, "come here. All you have to do is ask."

America gathers Georgia up into a hug, and she leans against him, her arms at her sides.

"I missed you so much," Georgia says, "and I know I worry too much sometimes, but..."

"It's okay, I'm okay. You're my baby, the same as Tucky, the same as Arizona or Alaska. I love each and every one of you. Don't you forget it. I love you no matter what," America says.

"I know. I know. It's just... hard to remember sometimes," Georgia mumbles.

Russia watches as America's heart breaks. America's face falls, and he squeezes his eyes shut with a pained look on his face. It looks as though he had taken a blow to the chest. Georgia looks up and her face takes on a panicked look.

"Dad! I didn't mean to make you upset!" Georgia says, and she tries to pull away in her panic. America pulls her back into a tight hug. He places a hand on the back of her head to hug her tightly.

"It's okay. It's not your fault," America says, but the way he says it makes Russia's heart clench. Pain and guilt paint the words.

Russia wants to reach out, to make it better, to take that pain away, but he resists. America needed to be there for his children, and Russia doesn't want to intrude.

America just hugs Georgia a little tighter and takes a shaky breath.

"I'll do better, I promise," America says quietly.

"I love you, Dad," Georgia says.

"I love you too," America replies

"I'll do better for all of you. I will," America promises, "I will."

Georgia looks almost guilty but relents, turning and burying her face into America's chest. As soon as Georgia hides her face, America's face fell, and he looked like he was about to cry. America chews on his bottom lip, and his eyes just filled with guilt.

Russia's heart shatters.

Georgia pulls away, and she looks a little less bothered. America steels over his expression and gives her a gentle smile. She returns it with a grin.

Russia can see America swallow back his feelings, and he feels like his heart was being stomped on.

'I'll help you,' he promises himself.

Russia looks up and meets Finland's eyes. Finland looks conflicted, but sympathetic. Finland turns back and seems to try to comfort a bothered New Mexico.

'We're on the same side,' Russia realizes.

He doesn't know what to feel about it. He didn't like Finland, and he knew Finland didn't like him, but right now, that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore. These kids, these children, need stability, something, and America couldn't do it all.

'Almost 60 kids, we're going to have to work together.'

Russia began to think.

'I need to make some kind of ultimatum. I won't fight in front of these kids with all the things going on.'

He pulls out some paper and begins to try to write. The letters are crooked, uneven, and it takes a few tries to get the words right, and his hands shake, but this was easier to do than to try to talk.

It takes him nearly an hour to finish and he ends up with several sheets of paper discarded at his feet. When he finally finished, and the words are recognizable, he hands it up to Finland, whose seated right in front of him. Finland grabs the paper, and Russia sits back, waiting for her to respond.

"This is a mess," the letter had read, "I want to make amends. I will not apologize. I do not want an apology. I want to make a truce. No need to fight. The children need support."

He had ended the note with "Do you agree?"

His heart beats against his ribcage, though he tries to fight back the anxiety.

'Why am I so nervous?'

He counts the seconds, waiting for a response. He can hear Finland scribbling a response back on the paper.

Finland hands the paper back.

"I accept," it read. Russia looks down at it, and he feels shame fill him.

Staring at the paper, he couldn't help comparing the handwriting. His own looked like a child had written it, save any spelling mistakes. Finland's writing is neat, evenly spaced, and easy to read. His own had been similar before, but looking at how it had degraded made the back of his throat burn with embarrassment.

He feels the urge to crumple the paper but knows that this truce is more important than his feelings.

'I have to keep this, even as just a symbol.'

He glares down at it, and Finland gives him a questioning look. Russia saw her eyes trail down to the crumpled papers under his feet, and his cheeks burn. He looks away.

"Can I have the paper?" she asks.

Russia hands it over but refuses to meet her eyes. A few moments later, she gives it back. Russia flinches and flips it over. The message isn't what she expects.

"It will get better," it reads, "do not be embarrassed. You are recovering from a near-death experience. It is fine."

He feels tears prick his eyes. He hadn't expected to make an ally out of Finland, he only wanted to keep the fighting to a minimum. He looks up and meets Finland's eye. Finland offers a small smile, and Russia returns with a grateful grin.

The tension that had been between the two since the Winter War finally starts to fade.

Finland turns back and talks quietly with the states, and Russia turns his attention back to America, who had been sitting next to him, spaced-out almost completely.

"Okay?" Russia asks.

"Wha-oh. Yeah, I'm okay," America replies.

Russia stares into his eyes and feels doubt build in his chest.

'You are not okay. Talk to me. Please.'

"We're here," Texas announces, parking the car.

Russia stumbles out after the others, and they walk inside the building. Ohio brought in one of the radios. Russia got a look around the area and notes that it looks like an old industrial building. Walking in, he sees the roof is covered in cobwebs, but strangely enough, there is no graffiti or broken windows.

The building seemed to be missing whatever machines had been used to produce whatever had been made here. Most of it had been taken, the walls are bare bricks, the same as the outside frame. The windows are dusty, and the sunlight filters through the dust on the glass, covering the floor in muted shadows.

The inside of the building is as cold as the outside, and the interior is all in two rooms. One is large and goes up 2-stories, and the second is connected and with 3 large garage doors where Russia assumes would have been a loading dock. The first room has a set of metal stairs that lead up to a metal grate floor above him that goes across most of the room.

"No one has been here for 10-ish years," Idaho says, "and it has no government ties. There are backroads that lead here. They're pretty worn down, and might be hard to drive, but they lead to the interstate, and looking in, it doesn't look like it goes to anything."

"I've got a generator to connect to the radio," Tenessee volunteers, and Tennessee and West Virginia go out to retrieve it with a few of the other states and Dixie.

"I need to sit down," America says before tilting over. Russia tries to catch him but doesn't have enough strength to help.

Russia tries to call for help, and though he knows his words were unintelligible, the others react to his tone, running forward to help. It's too chaotic to figure out who's helping America down, but everyone breathes a sigh of relief when New York says that he's okay, just needs to rest.

Russia walks around as Dixie and the others help carry in the generator and set it down. He scans the room for any dangers, but only sees some spiders and cobwebs and maybe a few discarded tools.

'It looks safe enough for now,' Russia decides, 'now to set up a home base here.'

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