#fine don’t fucking help me I’d rather be dead anyway

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent

[bee-wg]

Year 3:

Now that I think about it, football has been a constant in my life for five years now. I’m not sure if I enjoy football anymore; it used to be about the fun we have passing the ball, now it’s all about the stats or the perfect form. 

I stood up from the bleachers to hand Brad his towel.

“I’m going to leave the team, Brad,” I said.

“What? Where did this come from?” He said frantically.

“Everyone knows I’m still on the team because you’re the team’s captain now,” I said.

“I don’t want to cause tension between you and Coach. There’s nothing I could do wobbling around the field anyway,” I added.

“Dude, you know I started playing football because of you, right?” Brad said.

“Bradley, relax. I’m not dead. You can come over to my house whenever you want.” I said.

“Theo can make you some lemon pudding cakes if you want to come,” hopefully this will calm him.

“Fine. Just so you know, I’m not happy about this,” he said, sounding like a brat.

“Okay, got it. Have fun at the party,” I chuckled.

“I won’t. I’m going to make the DJ play Lana Del Rey,” he said before entering the locker room.

There might be an oversight of me quitting football.

It’s literally the reason why I quit. I don’t know why it never crossed my mind.

How the fuck am I going to lose weight now?

“Maybe I would’ve thought it if the word, “exercise” was anywhere on my to-do list this past year,” the voice from the back of my head said.

Shut up, rational thought. I was just a little too cocky, that’s all.

My mind spins around the paths I could take to shed the fat.

Back to the gym for the bodybuilders to laugh at me jiggling like a puddle of slime on the treadmill.

No. Hard no.

Stop eating whatever Theo puts in front of my face.

Productive, but I’d rather die than miss out on the joy of the world.

Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.

No? No, actually it might just work.

My thumbs got to work. It took me an hour to choose a profile picture that represents me. I could go for a vacation photo by the beach, or the classic black and white moody gym pic. Except, I don’t have a picture of myself on my phone, so I chose the picture of an orange cat eating a banana.

With my camera set up, in my favourite green tank top. I pressed record.

It was an embarrassing experience editing myself, watching my belly sway every time I made a movement. In the end, I closed my eyes and uploaded the video.

“Oh! First comment already.” I said.

“Look at those milkers spilling out the tanks!”

3. Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.

The following weeks consisted of me eating my feelings. At least half of my classes are online this semester. I can be embarrassed in peace.

The pounds kept creeping up with each spoon of ice cream down my throat. In the blink of an eye, I am dangerously close to 300 pounds.

I finally worked up the courage to ask during a normal family dinner.

“Honey, what happened? You’re not eating as fast as usual. Is Theo not cooking enough?” Mom asked.

“No, Mom, I just…I just hope you guys can ease up with your little cooking competitions.”

“Oh honey, you know Theo and I will stop with the food whenever you ask.” Mom tries to reassure me.

“No! Obviously don’t stop the food. It’s just that I’ve been blowing up like a pig and I don’t know what to do about it.” I said.

“I didn’t know you were sad about it. I just want my family to be happy, you look the happiest when you eat,” Mom said

“It wouldn’t have helped when you guys lost for the past two years,” Mom added.

“Well, Dad likes to eat better, and no one eats like him,” I replied. 

“I’m sure my cooking was the reason we won. David is a gym teacher, he walks off the food easily,” Mom said.

“Theo is a professional though, no offence but no one on the planet cooks like him. I’m sure football was the reason we lost,” I said, trying to talk some sense into her.

Theo stares at us with wide eyes.

“Jacob, I’m sure you didn’t mean it,” Mom said with a blank face.

“You know what? Keep doing your competition, this time again next year we’ll see who’s the winner,” I said.

I am clearly a failure at losing weight. The only thing I’m good at is eating. If I’m going to gain weight anyway, I’m going to go all out and win this shit once and for all. Once this is settled, I can get back to normal. Not wanting to disappoint Theo when we lose again was probably the thing holding me back. I can’t wait to eat all the delicious things Theo is- I can’t wait for this to be over.

“Alright, Jay,” she turned to Theo and said.

“Theo, my boy. I’m looking forward to seeing the results next year,” Mom said with a determined smile.

Everyone knows not to mess with Mom when she has that look. Even then, I feel like we could still win. Theo’s food is hypnotic already when I am restrained; imagine what it will do to me when I’m going all out.

“What’s going on again?” Dad asked with cheeks full of pasta.

“Don’t worry baby, you just need to eat a little more next year,” Mom answered.

“Okay, as long as I get my lasagnas,” Dad said.

Later at night, struggling to sleep, I contemplated on the bad decisions I’ve made. This one might take the crown to be the stupidest thing I’ve done. Yet, I don’t regret it.

“You didn’t have to stand up for me,” Theo said.

“It’s the least I can do when you wake up early to prep for my food, or go off on the weekends for groceries when you could’ve been doing anything else,” I explained.

“Thank you so much, Jay. You don’t know how much this means to me. My family wanted me to do anything other than cooking, but you guys have been nothing but supportive,” he said.

I smiled at the ceiling. The gremlin is nicer than I remember.

“Now, I won’t allow you to slack anymore with the amount you’re eating. Not until the competition ends.”

Huh?

Theo had stuck to his word and increased the amount he was cooking. I am now eating the amount of three people in each spread-out meal, still lacking behind Dad’s impressive five person’s amount per meal. So I have been playing catch up with him this entire month.

I realized quickly that I had underestimated the gap between Dad and my appetite. In the last few years, for the most part, I have been eating whatever I want, leaving the rest to Dad. With the exception of eating for the team once a week, I have been slacking. That was quite a hard pill to swallow. I’m 300 pounds, yet not doing a good job as a fatass. How is that possible?

So far I have gained about 23 pounds in the past two months. Normally, I would freak out and have a breakdown in bed because I’ve gained more than my freshman year in two months. Right now with my messed up head, all I can think about is how far I am behind. If we lose this again, it would be once and for all, and I would never let myself live this down. Theo deserves better with how good he’s been treating me.

With my new bulk, the stairs have been an increasing challenge. So, a few weeks ago I moved downstairs to a tiny guest room that was converted to a storage room.

The moment I moved down, I could hear Theo’s voice yelling, “Yes, Finally! Goodbye insomnia,” In my old bedroom. Before, I would’ve yelled for the brat to shut up. Now, with my stomach full. I just wanted a nap in peace.

It took me no time to adjust to the new arrangement. With more time home from all the online classes, I get to be as lazy as I want. Dad has a similar arrangement at home. He retired from being a high school gym teacher and football coach, now he tutors history at home. He also abandoned his hobby of brewing in order to laze on the sofa all day.

On weekdays, Theo would leave an abundance of food for me to consume with a list of how I should eat them to expand my capacity. The weekends are like heaven. From the moment I woke up, Theo would prepare delicious appetizers and pancakes for me. From then on, I would have a constant stream of food flowing into my mouth every thirty minutes. Sometimes, I would move my hands and my mouth would start to chew unconsciously. Alarming, but helpful. 

My belly started to expand outwards on my lap each day as I sat in front of the computer. The arm rest would feel more snug when I move around.

I have now discovered the perks of being a fatass. I can explore things I never had time to do, like the anime Brad has been begging me to watch, games I always wanted to play. Best of all is to experience all of these without moving an inch. These are the things I would definitely look back on with fondness when the competition ends.

***

Today is my rare outing of the month; the bus is late again but I don’t blame them this time. The downpour of rain is gathering at the clogged sewer, creating a puddle. People are supposed to grow out of stepping in puddles when they’re kids. These undeveloped assholes apparently didn’t. Several cars saw the puddle and decided to splash it straight to my face.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. I will feel better later.

I walked a small trail after getting off the bus.

Great. The angels decide to stop peeing from the heavens when I’m about to get inside.

Dad is buying a new SUV, maybe I can drive it next time. It’s too big to sneak off though.

I thought as I skipped through the stone pathway. The usual grass is covered by the water, creating a small pond.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” I said to the door cam.

After pressing the doorbell several times, it replied.

"안녕, fuck boy. Back so soon?" Number Seven said.

“Yeah, yeah. Just open the damn door,” I said, trying to hurry the fucker.

Number Seven’s face appears in front of me.

“You’re soaked! Come on in,” he said.

His house appears to be orderly. Clean. He must’ve had another fatass here not long ago.

“Woah, you look—Wait, let me guess. Another fifteen pounds since last time?” He asked.

“Come on, let’s cut to the chase. I really need it right now,” I urged.

“Hahaha, not even a shower. Desperate much?” He said.

I walked inside his bedroom, dimmed the lights and took off my shirt.

He walked towards me. Grabbing me by the belly hang in one hand, he pulls down my underwear, causing my ass to vibrate.

“Fuuuuck, can you take it out first?” I asked, trying not to moan.

“Sure, you think you’re ready for me today?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” I answered. 

He slid his hand behind, right down my ass crack and slowly pulled the vibrator off. I applied it before leaving home, without accounting for the possibility of the bus delay.

“Mmmmph, fuck,” I groaned.

I’ve been training towards today for a while. In the beginning, I would come to his house and he would suck me off. If I’m feeling experimental, I would suck him off. It stayed like that for about a year and he never complained. Then I asked him for more. He would start fucking me between my moobs or between my ass but never enter. One day, I told him I was ready for him to start fucking me.

Big mistake.

He’s a manwhore for a reason. I didn’t think an 8-inch would be so hard to take. How the girls and twinks take them in porn is beyond me. It was painful when he entered, even when he said he had “loosened my hole” with his fingers. I shouldn’t have believed him, the fucking thing was massive.

After the incident, he gave me small dildos and vibrators to get used to it. We eventually worked our way up the scale until the one he’s holding now. Why did I do all this work to have a men’s dick in my ass? Who knows. I have already accepted that I’ve lost it.

He sucked on my nipple suddenly. The sensation took me by surprise.

“Dude, some warnings please,” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Those tits are just so plumped. Your nipples have grown larger than my thumbs now,” he said, about to continue.

“OKAY, I get it. Can you get to work now?” I asked.

My boobs are what everyone thinks about when they see me these days. I’m sick of it.

“Hahahaha, can’t wait to be fucked, my pig?” He said before pushing me down the mattress.

I held my belly to stop it from jiggling. 

He raised one of my legs and opened the bottle of lube with his teeth.

“There’s something by the pillow. Put it in your mouth. It will distract you and dull the initial pain,” Number Seven instructed.

I reached out to grab a—frosted pound cake?

I’ve never seen people doing this in porn, but I’m smart enough to know not everything in porn is real. 

With my mouth full of cake, I spread out my legs, trying to relax so I don’t end up like last time.

He pushed two fingers in, slowly massaging me, then three fingers to stretch my hole. When the frosting melted in my mouth and I finished the chunk of the cake, he signalled me that he was done.

Another piece of the pound cake fills my mouth when he aligns his cock to my hole. He was right, I was fully consumed by the sweetness to notice any discomfort. I quickly swallowed the cake so he could proceed. 

It was unbearably slow as he entered. I don’t understand what all the fuss is about with people bottoming.

He kept asking for reassurance. At this point I just want him to st—

“A-ahhhh oh shiiit!” I moaned.

“Fuuuuuck, what the hell was that?” I screamed.

I must have been too loud and spooked him.

“Are you alright? Sh-should I call an ambulance?” He asked.

“No! Don’t stop, please,” I begged

“Okay, just so you know, I’m not all the way in,” He said.

How? This is already longer than any toys I’ve put in there.

“Gnghhhhh~” I moaned as he thrusts all the way to the bottom.

He kept a steady pace all the way in then almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty.

“Hurry! Faster,” I asked, almost in tears.

He looked at me with a devious smile and thrust right into the spot.

“Mphn- Yes! Keep going,” I urged.

Every small movement rubbing my G-spot feels like masturbating for hours without release.

He thrusts quicker with more force, causing my belly and moobs to shake violently. 

I try to stabilize my belly with my hand before trying to reach my throbbing cock.

“Help, I-aghh fuck, I need to touch my dick,” I asked.

“Let go of your belly, fat boy. Or I’ll stop,” He said.

Immediately, my belly returned to wobble violently.

“I can’t believe you turned into such a pathetic horny mess in such a short time,” He said.

”Come on, Seven. I just need you to hit that spot. Please, I’ll do anything!” I begged.

He keeps deliberately missing it. I need to be fucked there!

“Keep your hands on your nipples,” he ordered.

The over-sensitive nipples drive my weeping cock into a frenzy.

Fuck, I need to touch my cock right now. If only my fucking belly is not on the way.

“You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the kind of jock to gain a beer belly in college, and not get fat until you turn thirty,” he said, before ramming straight into my prostate.

“Fuuuuck yeahhh,” I said unintelligently. 

“You are much more of a pig than I realized,” he said, thrusting straight into it again.

“Helll yeahhh,” I said, trying to rob my ass to his dick.

“How do you feel seeing your bubble butt balloons four times the original size?” He asked, followed by another thrust. 

“I fucking love it! I love how it wobbles around whenever I walk!” I said, moving my jiggling ass back to his dick again.

“How do you feel seeing your abs growing before your eyes, knowing you could stop it if you just stop eating?”Another thrust.

“I can’t help it! I love eating too much!” Maybe I am meant to be a fat ass.

“Right answer. Now you’ll get your reward,” he said and sped up, hitting the spot perfectly every time.

I imagine his face to be someone else, someone far from my league.

My cock rubbed against my sensitive underbelly, and I shot out jets of cum for what felt like forever.

As white clouded my vision, a euphoric relief spread over my body, melting me into the mattress.

“You passing out again, fuck boy?” Seven asked.

“No, just enjoying the bliss. I can’t believe so many men in the world are missing out on this,” My hole already feels empty. How am I going to go back from this?

“Aww man, I’m all sticky and shit,” I examined my body, cum shots and rain definitely don’t mix well together. Some of them even got between the fat folds. I swipe my finger in between the fat. “Oof, I stink too.”

Seven looked at me and signed. “You’re somehow still a stupid jock inside.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“I got you the fast food you asked for,” he said.

“Yes!” I rushed to the kitchen.

Ignoring his stupid laugh, I microwaved the burger and fries.

The breeze of the air conditioning reminds me of something.

“Shit, I ran out here naked.”

When I ran back, he had already put my clothes in the dryer, and I got into the shower.

When I got out, Seven brought me an old shirt I left here. It fits me like a glove with half my belly exposed. He stopped laughing when I was about to throw myself on him, then brought out a shirt with the Flash’s symbol on. Probably from another fat ass he fucks. The shirt still looks painted on, revealing the shape of my nipple and the dent of my belly button. At least he’s driving me home.

***

Staying at home has been a life-altering experience. 

The only time I ever move is going out of the bed to the desk, or to the bathroom. All I have to do is sit back, relax, and eat some fried food. 

With more time with myself. I’ve realized how much I dislike all the people in school that only approached me because I was one of the football jocks. I could’ve been anyone. Now, I am me. Not a worry about whether or not I’m muscular enough like other jocks, just a bigger Jay.

Sitting beside me, Dad scratched his belly and released a belch without a care in the world. He has adapted to fat guy mannerisms quickly. I’m catching up too. Today is movie night, usually we have pizzas and beers. We started this when the football season came, he asked to skip it. It was the first time we’ve skipped watching a Super Bowl season. I guess I’m not the only one losing interest in the sport. We decided to watch the Lin-Manuel Miranda Monkey movie instead.

Being on the couch with Dad made me realize I was getting closer to my goal. I can’t wait to see the results.

***

“Hell yeah, my man, you can do it!” Brad said, slapping my shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” I asked

“You said I can come in whenever I like,” he replied.

He’s been breaking into my house for no reason, just to stay on the second floor the entire time doing god knows what.

“I’ve brought some beef jerky here to celebrate,” Brad said.  

The scale has been set up, we’re only waiting on Mom. They’re doing some last minute catch up; mom is using a funnel to pour some milkshake in him. I am not concerned though, sticking to Theo’s strict diet every day has not been easy. I have to eat until my stomach is fully bloated. Every morning, I watch my belly deflate a little less, every evening, it bloats even further. 

“Don’t worry, Jay. We’ve got this,” Theo assured me.

“By the way, what are we doing again?” Brad asked.

Dad came out, looking absolutely massive. With Mom on his side, he stepped on the scale.

The numbers keep going up and don't seem to be stopping.

300-350-392-400-443

Holy shit, Dad gained a hundred and forty pounds this year. 

With more uncertainty, I took my step on the scale.

“Woo-Hoo, Jay man, you got this!” Brad shouted quietly.

I try to look under to see the number, but my belly is too big for me to see the scale.

Theo stepped closer and read. 

“Four Hundred and fifty yes!” Theo cheered.

“I won? Yes, finally!” I said and did a little jump.

The scale made a “Pop” noise.

“Oh! Sorry, Mom. I know this is really expensive.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. We need to upgrade anyway,” Mom said, then she walked towards Theo.

“Congratulations Theo, you made me pull out every trick in my book. It’s so nice seeing you improve so much in front of my eyes, in terms, you pushed me to improve too,” Mom said, then hugged Theo.

“I can’t believe my boy is bigger than me now. Excellent work, Jay!” Dad said and hugged me, too.

Last time I was bigger than Dad I had sculpted abs, the body I dreamed of. This time, I’m almost three times the size as I was, fully covered with fat. Yet, I feel less empty inside.

“Thank you Dad,” I said, hugging him back. 

After all this time, I finally have a body I like being in. The belly doesn't look so wrong on me anymore.

Chapter 4 ->

[onceonafullmoon]

Convos With Rin

Rin x Gn! Reader

No warnings! Just pure fluff, also you can ignore the last 2 lines if you want to read this as platonic!

Aka: maladaptive daydreams by yours truly that I cleaned up and formatted. Part 2 here

“Sometimes I wonder if the idealized, romanticized version of relationships I’ve built up in my head are subconsciously affecting my navigation in reality.”

“What?” Rin asks, rolling over from where he lies on his bed to look at you, his teal eyes switching from his phone to glance over at you.

“Sorry, that was word vomit.” You say waving a hand dismissively before speaking again. “It’s just… I mean that I wonder if my expectations of romantic relationships have been distorted because of all the media I consume. And I wonder if that would ruin any chance I have of a healthy relationship.”

You absentmindedly start fiddling with your fingers as you speak.

“Like, for example dating sims, every love interest is over possessive and jealous, and that’s fine, cause it’s a fantasy. And obviously it’s not endorsed in real life, because if you date someone who foams at the mouth every time you look at another man, you’ll have issues. But… sometimes I wonder if I’ll think back to those dumb games when I’m in a relationship and choose something unhealthy for myself.”

A comfortable silence lapses after your ramblings and you wait patiently for your best friend's response.

“…you sure do think a lot more than I expected.” He says after a while and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Wow thanks.” You drone out. “You know what? I’d rather you have just flipped me off and called me a dumbass than whatever attempt of a compliment that was.”

“Didn’t mean it like that, I meant that I’d never once thought about that.” He says cooly, in a way that makes you unfairly jealous of his demeanor.

“Yeah? Well, I’m not surprised. Your brain is composed of 50% football and the other half is basic motor skills. I doubt you’ve even thought of anything outside of that.”

“…not true.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Somewhere, squeezed between the cracks of those key areas, is your vast knowledge of horror trivia.” You joke, your eyes darting over his sprawled form.

“…” He hesitates to respond before muttering out. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What’d you mean then?”

“…nothing, never mind.”

“Oh boo, you whore.” You scoff, sitting up in his desk chair to devote your attention to him. “Come on tell meeee! I tell you everything… well, almost everything but— nonetheless…”

He glares but you simply smile at him before waiting eagerly for him to finally loosen his tongue and spill whatever he has locked away from you.

And maybe deep down he knows that there’s no winning against you because he ends up opening his mouth to speak.

“I…I think about romance sometimes.” He eventually admits, his eyes darting back to his phone in embarrassment.

“Oho?” You straighten up further, a goading grin on your face much to his annoyance. “Our little Rinrin is growing up!”

“Fuck you, this is why I don’t tell you shit.”

“Aww come on, I won’t tease you anymore I promise! Please tell me more!” You practically beg, looking at him with prying eyes.

“This is lame.” Rin scoffs.

“You’re lame! Romance is perfectly natural. Anyways, is this a crush? A passing fantasy?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I live vicariously through my friends’ love lives, now spillll!” You say, dragging out the last syllable deliberately to piss him off.

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?” You say a pout on your lips.

“Because you’re annoying and you’re only asking to make fun of me.”

“What? Me?” You gasp out in faux surprise. “Never, could I ever make fun of you, after all you’re my dearest most important–”

“Save it.” He cuts you off, content to ignore you now, engrossed in his phone.

“Kill joy… I’ll get it out of you one of these days.” You say darkly before leaning back to sulk in his chair.

“Over my dead body.” He mutters, but if you looked over to him again, you’d see the tell tale way his gaze fell back to you.

Unfortunately for you, Rin’s crush would stay a secret for just a little while longer.

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Two

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Thank you for all the love on the last post! Figured I'd post the next part seeing as I said on the last update I have a whole story in mind for this but not sure how well it will go down:)

Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2 || Em’s daughters are renamed here because it felt weird not to and also have different ages– doesn’t affect the story much but just a warning!

Masterlist

Weeks passed, during which I had spent a lot of my time back home dealing with Lottie’s schooling and making sure that she was mostly settled. She’d had a rough go of it last year, school being something that we both seemed to have had an issue with, but watching her struggle through some of the same problems I’d once faced was difficult and so I wanted her to know that she had the support I felt I’d never had. 

I’d been dragged off to shoots and studio sessions here and there, not much coming out of the latter in truth, but had stayed mostly confined to London. Which was why I was having a fucking mare over the fact that I was set to leave for a couple weeks without her. Not that I wasn’t excited about it all, nervous too, but it was work and that didn’t seem to trump whatever it was that was going on in Lottie’s life. Thankfully, she’d caught wind of my obvious anxiety and seemed to be happier than she’d been the previous term, had even gone out of her way to assure me that nothing would happen in the time I’d be gone.

So she was staying with her mum for a short time, my brother promising to check in on her from time to time too, even whilst he was still deployed overseas, as well as a couple friends of mine. Truthfully, if I’d had to leave her without those extra reassurances in place I don’t think I would have gone.

But here I was, across the pond doing an interview for a magazine spread and shooting in New York. 

It had been a long day, a plethora of outfit changes and little food due to the constant rush of things, so I was thankful for the short break we’d been gifted before the last set was meant to start. Although saying that, I was still stuck staring down at two pairs of heels that had been pushed into my arms the second I’d stumbled away from the cameras.

Eventually I grew tired of chewing on my lower lip and pulled out my phone.

Messages  Help Which shoes?

His response wasn’t immediate but came sooner than expected.

Messages  The Martian Why

With a roll of my eyes, accompanied by a semi-amused sigh, I shot another text back. Because in truth, what had I really expected? I’d learned all too quickly the man wasn’t made for texting.

Messages  I said help?? Forget it, can you call?

The ringing was practically instantaneous, enough so that the sound made me jump at its unexpectedness. 

“You got a foot fetish I don’t know ‘bout?”

I smiled at the sound of his voice and then laughed at the absurdity of his greeting. “Hi to you, too. And no, but if that’s something you’re into I’d rather not know.”

Marshall hummed around a mouthful of swallowed words before there was a slight sound of movement that echoed down the line alongside a door clicking shut.

“Did I interrupt?” I questioned, thinking back to the conversation we’d had earlier that same morning. He hadn't mentioned any set plans but I knew that he tended to frequent the studio at odd hours whenever inspiration hit. “I was just messing before, it’s not that important.”

“You’re fine, they can wait. Wanted to grab something anyway.” He said and the reply warmed me, there weren’t many who’d go out of their way to make time for me. Although that was just me assuming again. “You good?”

I slumped back into the dressing room chair at the ask, it was a ballache to get comfy in but I wouldn’t dare complain about it now, not after having spent two hours sat dead still in the fucking thing. “Just a long day. Got these last few shots to get done and then I’ll be free.”

My voice sounded wistful enough before my face then scrunched at the sudden gurgle given by my stomach. It must have been just loud enough for the mic to have picked up because Em was quick to question, “You eaten yet?”

I shook my head, forgetting for a split second that we weren’t on one of our usual Facetime calls. “Going to, after I get this done.”

A grunt resonated, broken up by the sound of cabinets being opened and closed, “Idiot.”

Smiling at the one word response I’d garnered, I peered back over at the shoes I still had to pick between. I sighed, “Swear it, I’m gonna head straight back to the hotel and order a shit ton of food. Probably pass out beside a bowl of gravy or summat before I have to be at the airport.”

There was a brief pause.

“Paul did sort the tickets right?”

“Yeah, Mila emailed them yesterday.” I reassured him as I reached up to rub at my eye, stopping a second short of actually doing so, having forgotten about the makeup that would have to be redone if I went and followed through on the action. “Again, you didn’t have to do that.”

“What I tell you?” He reminded me and I huffed out a small chuckle.

“To shut the fuck up about it?”

Marshall hummed once more, “Exactly. A car will be outside once you land.”

My lips pursed as I fought to dampen my appreciative grin, knowing he’d somehow hear it, even from a state away. Which was a strange thing to think about, having been an entire ocean apart for the majority of time we’d spoken. That first phone call felt like a lifetime ago almost. “Car’s a bit much, I don’t mind grabbing a cab or calling for one.”

He didn’t deign that with an audible answer.

“Em, I’m serious.” I laughed, the stress I’d felt earlier about the shoot slowly falling away, enough so that I let myself relax into the chair out of hell. “You’re already doing so much for me. I mean, the flights alone but, you’re already letting me stay with you too.” 

And wasn’t that an insane concept, but he’d been adamant on it, claimed it made no sense for me to rent some pricey room in the city when he had more than enough in that big old house of his. I had pressed in return though, told him it was more than fine, me holding up in some hotel, and that I didn’t want to feel as though I’d be stepping on anyone’s toes, or become this ominous presence that he had to keep sidestepping around in his own home. But then the topic of paps had come up, safety, keeping the album underwraps. I hadn’t been able to argue with him much after that. He was a paranoid fucker, but from what I’d heard from him in small snippets, he had his reasons.

“Car will be outside.” He repeated a second time, leaving no room for much more said on the topic, so I gave in, sliding down slightly further in the crappy chair just as a rep ran by the room calling out to me. “Got to go?” He asked, having heard the shout too.

I wet my lower lip, allowing my eyes to close for a moment. “Two minutes.” But I knew that I'd blink and they’d be over too soon.

I listened to his low chuckle resonate and let go of a slow breath at the sound, a sudden tiredness overcoming me. 

“Call me when you get back.” I heard him say, more background noise filtering through his end that told me his time was more than likely up too. “And, the blue.”

My brow pinched at the last comment he gave me before my eyes flickered back over to the two pairs of heels perched on the dresser, one black, one blue. I cracked a grin, “Go Lions?”

I could almost hear the smirk in his retort, “You know it.”

The shoot went over about as well as expected after the short break concluded. It seemed that everybody was about as ready to head out as I was, but I was just so grateful to all of them for the work and effort they’d put in that I made a quick round of thanking the few that hadn’t darted straight out the door the second they could, before I eventually followed.

So by the time I made it back to my hotel it was late enough that the lobby was rowdy with the usual partygoers and a rather large bridal party. I slipped into a lift as quickly as I could and headed straight up to my floor, all too relieved to finally kick off my shoes and topple into bed after having been on my feet since four that morning.

I didn’t earn much reprieve though, seeing as soon after I’d put in an order to room service that my phone started to ring. I groaned into the pillow petulantly before I finally heaved a large sigh and made my way down the duvet to grab at the mobile I’d dropped there upon entering.

“Yeah?”

“Ouch. Haven’t spoken in weeks and that’s the only greeting I get?”

I blinked at the startling sound of a familiar voice and forced myself back up into a sitting position, smiling brightly at the surprise. “I didn’t know it was you!” I retorted quickly, shocked by the sudden call, “I thought you would phone when you got to your next base!”

“There was a switch up, got a couple days off here after–” He paused and I knew then that something must have happened out there.

“You okay?” I murmured, voice quiet but not enough to go unheard. It was always hard hearing about the things my little brother experienced when he was out deployed, but he loved it. It had been his life since the moment he’d left home at eighteen and had enlisted. I felt foolish after I’d asked it and winced at my question, “Sorry, that was stupid. I just meant–”

Danny’s laughter filtered through then, making me feel a tad bit lighter. It was always so hard talking about serious shit with him sometimes, but if there was anyone who could brighten up a room, even one full of the walking dead, then it would have to be him. Which is why I let myself laugh too when he ribbed into me for the stumble, making fun of the way I’d gone and fretted over my poor choice of words.

“Fuck off! I’m running on like four hours sleep and have yet to eat!” I shot back at him, shaking my head at the entire conversation, grateful that we could just jump back and forth between both the good and the bad. I missed him a whole lot sometimes, it was hard not knowing if he was safe. “I’m tryna be a good sister here!”

“Uhuh,” He drolled, dragging the dull sound out. Before he switched things up, “Speaking of, you spoke to Lottie since you've been gone?”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek at the ask, falling back into the mountain of pillows the hotel offered only to glance up at the stark ceiling. “Yesterday. I’ll text her in a sec though, she’ll probably just be getting out of school.” I looked over at the clock to double check that and hummed. “Why, have you?”

“No,” Danny answered me carefully, “But I phoned mum.”

My tongue worked its way between my front teeth at the mere mention of her. “Right. What did she have to say then?” But I was already regretting asking. 

“Said she ain’t seen you. That Lotts got dropped off in some car with a suitcase a couple days ago.”

I felt the skin around my eyes tighten before I took a deep breath, “That so?” 

It was almost funny how much the woman could change and flip things around to better suit her narrative. Lotts had stayed at a friend’s the night before I’d been set to fly out here, she’d been more than happy to have been dropped off at her mums and so I didn’t know why it was now being made into a bigger deal, as though I’d shoved her in some randomer’s car without so much as a goodbye. 

He must have realised I was silently stewing because I didn’t miss the light chortle Danny tried to cover up with a cough.

“I know she’s hard work, El, trust me.” He commented after, always playing the role of referee, “Just surprised me, is all, when she said she hadn’t seen you.”

Hollowing out my cheeks to keep from taking out my agitation on him, I took a second to calm back down and find the best answer to give. “I haven’t seen her because I don’t go there.”

“What, to the house?”

My eyes slipped closed at the startled disbelief in his tone. “Where else? Why would I want to go back there, Dan?”

We knew each other so well that I could practically see his lazy shrug, it made me miss him that much more. “Just figured, you know?”

No, you don’t know. I wanted to say, but wouldn’t. I couldn’t be like her, have the kids running around trying to keep track of who said and did what. I hummed quietly to myself instead, feigning disinterest when really my skin had begun to itch at the reminder. “She okay then?” I asked just for something to say, figuring that there must have been something going on for him to have mentioned it.

“Reckon so,” He replied easy enough though, probably having recognised something or other in my voice to keep from prodding much more on the previous topic, “Sounded off on our call but didn’t mention anything. Still, figured I’d let you know seeing as Lotts is there with her.”

My eyes suddenly stung and I hissed out a curse, “What did she sound like? Slurred, or?”

He knew exactly what I was getting at with that and thankfully was quick to reassure me, “Nah, nothing like that I don’t think. Just sketchy, like all jumpy and shit– careful with her words almost.” 

“Right.” I dragged out in a slow exhale, thinking it over. The question of going back home now spun round in my mind.

“Don’t.” I heard Danny say not a moment later as though he knew exactly what train of thought I'd hopped on, “You’re working, things are fine. Lotts is fine. Everything's good. So just enjoy yourself, yeah? Stop worrying so much.”

“Hard not to.” I huffed and rubbed at my eye.

His next words sounded apologetic, which wasn’t heard too often with him. “Shouldn’t have mentioned it, just wanted to keep you in the know.”

Immediately I shook my head at his retort, “No, you were right to. I mean, you’re a world away and I’d want you to let me know if you thought something was up rather than keeping it quiet and something happening.” 

“You’re a world away too.” He laughed at me, and it was nice for just a moment to listen to the familiarity of it. 

Danny was only three years younger than me, but that gap in age had only ever felt so large when we’d been kids– me sheltering him from everything going on at home until he’d grown too old to not to understand– and now. What with me looking after Lottie practically fulltime and him being stationed thousands of miles away, us only seeing each other when the odds willed it. 

“Don’t mean that you should go and get all pissy over this.” He said, pulling my attention back, “Stressing will just fuck you up more so than you already are.”

I snorted at the irony of that. “Alright, pipe down Private Ryan.”

“Ha ha.” He deadpanned in a way that only your brother could, “When d’you get funny?”

Humoured, my scowl didn’t quite radiate enough scorn and neither did my reply seeing as I went and chuckled around it, “I’ve always been the funnier sibling. Just ask Lotts.”

“Nah, Lotts would say herself and then me.” Danny argued for the sake of it, “Face it, Els. You’re old.”

“Twat.” I shot back childishly, though he merely laughed.

“Yeah, but you’re the cause of it.” He quipped, grinning now, I was sure of it, before he went and changed the subject entirely, “How ‘bout them Giants, anyway?”

Rolling my eyes hard enough to feel a slight strain, I granted the idiot a small chuckle. “You actually care enough to ask?”

“Nah,” He breezed on through a heavy breath, “I’ll stick to the FC, thanks. Just figured since you mentioned you were out in New York.”

I hummed softly, peering over towards the window. The blinds were now open, not still pulled from when I’d forgotten about them in the rush I’d been in this morning, so I figured someone must’ve opened them when they’d come in to clean. Which, even after all these years, still made me feel weird. Sure, it was their job but I hated the thought of people clearing up after me. Even more so when I remembered having had the same role down at the local pub back home. 

“It’s fine, chilly, but it’s October, you know?”

Danny’s ever typical smirk was prominent in his next set of words, “Still warm over here, think I’m actually catching a tan.”

Chuckling, I kicked my legs out over the duvet. “I’m so jealous it hurts. How is it out there anyway? Never been to Cyprus, heard it’s lovely– that’s still where you’re at right?”

He acknowledged it in a soft hum, “Yeah we are, and it’s alright, not as good as Mali though. Miss it there, the food, the people.”

I smiled softly to myself at the nostalgic yearning he voiced. Vaguely remembering his few mentions of a girl during our short calls and odd texts when he’d been there, but I didn’t ask. Thing was with Danny, if he wanted to talk about something he would. Otherwise it was like squeezing water from a sodding stone. “You know where you’re headed next?”

“No, on leave for a bit after this so I’ll find out sooner or later.”

I perked up at that. “What, you headed home then?”

It had been a good few months since I’d last seen the kid in person, let alone had him back home with us.

Danny must have anticipated my excitement because he laughed brightly in turn and his voice was full of warmth, “Yeah, so you’d best get ready to see my mug in a couple weeks.”

My mind tallied up the next month or so of my schedule. I was in Detroit for the next two weeks on an odd sort of break I’d somehow managed to pull, seeing as I was still somewhat ‘working’ and had put in extra hours before flying out. Then I’d been asked to do a couple of video interviews, mostly to keep up appearances and hint at new music in the works– but I could do that anywhere. Everything after that was up in the air.

“You got a place to stay?” I was quick to query and he must have known what I was getting at by asking.

“I’ll swing by mum’s and pick up the spare set of keys I have there, make sure my room’s ready before I get to yours, yeah? Want fresh sheets and a gift basket waiting.”

The fucking cheek. “I haven’t touched it since you left the last time, so if you’ve got shitstained pants lying about or a goldfish in there, then I’ll expect you’ll be in for a right treat.”

“Ah shit! Forgot about Nemo.” He snarked, but it was followed by a snort, “Dick. Besides, I haven’t and you know it.”

I hummed dubiously and then laughed when he clucked his tongue at me, probably geering up to argue, but then the door sounded. I stopped short at the rapid taps and was instantly reminded of the call I’d put in earlier. “Sorry, it’s probably room service.” I told him, already sliding off the bed to head on over towards the knock, “Forgot about it when you rang.”

“No worries,” He said easily, “I’ll try and call you again in a couple days, yeah?”

I paused at that, “What? No, you don’t have to hang up!”

Danny just chuckled though and I could see him sat there humoured by my reaction as he shook that big old head of his. “It’s fine, if you look as tired as you fucking sound then you’ll be out like a light sooner or later. I’ve still got some time here to piss away anyway so I’ll text.”

I couldn’t find it in me to be much annoyed by his quip, he was probably right. “Okay, it was nice to hear your voice though.” I admitted as I went and opened the door to let in a guy with a silver trolley, I thanked him quietly with a smile of my own and a tip as he left.

“You’re welcome.” Danny teased snidely once the door had closed, “Always happy to shed a bit of laughter into your life. Can’t imagine you get too many people brightening up your day out there.”

I rolled my eyes. 

“They ain’t all bad.” I informed him in reply to that Yank reference of his, picking up a chip as I did so, they were still steaming and hot enough to scold my mouth. 

“That so?” Danny wondered out loud, “Got someone special out there, have ya?”

“Fuck off, Danny!” I all but sung, chuckling when he started calling out ‘I knew it’ and making stupid kissy noises into the phone, forever a fucking wind up. “You’re so far from right but whatever. Now can I go eat or you gonna bother me some more?”

“Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your food– and the mystery man!”

He hung up before I could even think to conjure up a word, leaving the room in relative silence. Baffled, I resorted to shaking my head then moved to pick up the few plates I’d ordered, taking them over towards the bed and turning on the tele more for sound than actual entertainment. 

I only glanced back down at my phone again when it buzzed against the plush white sheets beside me. I continued chewing, but felt my brow pinch slightly as I looked back on a few texts and emails I’d received whilst on my call with Danny. I reasoned that I could ignore most of them until tomorrow when I had time to waste waiting on my flight, but there was one that my eye got stuck on.

Messages  The Martian You get back ok?

Typically, it was me that texted and Em who called. But seeing as how the roles here had suddenly reversed I forgoed typing back and instead clicked on the little video camera icon in the top right corner of our chat. 

It rang for a beat, then two.

“The fuck’s this?”

I held the phone up a little higher at the voice, having gotten a bit lost in the lifetime show which had been playing on the tv as well as my food. Glancing down, I was glad to spot his surly face peering back into the camera and smiled, before I caught sight of myself in the small box at the bottom and grimaced. Danny had been right, I looked half dead.

“And what’s with the face?”

With a wrinkle of my nose, I pulled my gaze away from the box figuring that the first time this man had seen me was possibly at my worst so what difference did this make? Still, I answered him. “I look dead.”

He blew an amused breath out of his nose and I realised a second too late that he was walking around in a room I had yet to see, before he eventually fell back onto a plethora of dark sheets. I realised he must’ve been getting ready to turn in when I called. He looked a little tired too, eyes heavier under the dim lights of his bedroom. “You’ve got a black eye. Looks tough.”

The corner of my mouth tugged upwards at the odd compliment as I brought the phone in closer to get a better look at the eye I’d gone and rubbed earlier, smearing a shit ton of glitter and eyeliner all over my cheek. I droned in retort, wiping underneath my waterline in an attempt to somehow save it, but it seemed it didn’t work the way I hoped, not from the smug look Marshall was now sporting. I flipped him off and fell back further into the pillows, taking the plate of chips I’d ordered with me.

“I forgot to take it off when I got in.” I explained, huffing out a slight chuckle, “But I doubt that even I can make glitter look tough.”

Em appeared to tilt his head in a ‘whatever you say’ sort of way, before his eyes turned surveying. “You finally fillin’ up?”

My expression shifted at the way he’d phrased that but whilst he seemed humoured by the reaction he obviously wasn’t just asking for the fun of it. “Yeah, a strange assortment but I’ll take it.”

He looked a little bemused by my answer and so I shifted to better show him what I was talking about. I first pointed out the glass cup I had balancing nearby, perched beside a plate of gooey goods, “I got some weird iced tea ‘cause I forgot that you lot don’t know how to do it right, as well as this cake selection thing.” He hummed, hand coming up to rest on his chest just as I picked up another chip covered in ketchup. “And then just a bowl of chips. Don’t tell anyone but this hotel’s room service sucks ass.”

I watched on as he raised a brow at the shoddy American accent I’d equipped for the end of that sentence before he eventually replied, “Fries.”

“Yeah no.” I rolled my eyes, chewing on another chip just to spite him for the correction. It was one of the many things I couldn’t wrap my head around whenever I was visiting. 

“The hell they’re not.” Marshall was quick to shoot straight back, “You go out and ask for chips at some restaurant you’re gettin’ looked at like an odd fucker. And anyway, how's that a meal?”

“It’s food.” I enforced with a soft snort, pleased to have gotten him a little riled up, “At this point I’d eat gum off your shoe, I’m that hungry. And anyway, fries is only used here and in like, fast food chains?”

“Rolling back round to that foot fetish. This a hint?” He ragged, but his face remained stoic enough that I had to laugh, and loudly too. Marshall just continued on though, still stuck on the debate, “They’re legit french fries.”

“Fuck’s sake, only you call them that! Over there it’s just fried potato.”

“Exactly fuckin’ fries!” It was probably the most animated I’d seen him in a couple days, all because we were both so hellbent on being right. 

I groaned, mostly just to keep up the act. I didn’t much care either way at this point, far too exhausted from the early morning start and too little sleep, but it was nice to finally see him not stressing. Something which had become a recurrence over the passing weeks since the idea of the album had started to come into reality. 

“Whatever. We’ll just call up the Oxford Dictionary tomorrow or whatever, ask them.”

“Biased jury.” He remarked but then there was a barely audible creak and his attention was being redirected to something beyond the screen. “Hey, baby. You have a good time?” I heard him mumble, the phone having lowered a tad.

There was an excited retort that seemed to grow closer, but my breath was caught in the back of my throat at the sudden realisation of just who it had to have been.

Marshall sat up a little further, shoulders coming to rest against the headboard so that he could hug the girl that crept into the corners of the screen. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head, murmuring in her ear, and I let my eyes flicker back down to my food, feeling like I was intruding on a tender moment.

I’d always known that he had kids, anyone who listened to his music could tell you that much, and he’d briefly mentioned them a handful of times in the time we’d spoken too. But I had yet to meet either the infamous Rosie or his eldest daughter, seeing as she was fresh out of college and his youngest wasn’t often around when we did speak. 

They spoke back and forth in a soft cadence for a while and when I chanced a glance back down at my phone I found that Em had me perched on his knee, now sat up on the mattress so that he could better talk to his daughter who sat opposite. I didn’t want to interrupt or just hang up, so I took the time to tidy away the bowl I held, as well as the iced tea I didn’t much like the look of. I was quiet with it, pushing them back onto the trolley but kept hold of the small plate of cakes I had on the bedside table, having had an eye on one of the brownies since it had first been wheeled in.

I still had a couple of makeup wipes left in the packet I’d used that morning by the bed, so I used one to swipe away the heavy black sat under my eyes, internally promising myself that I would cleanse before I ultimately fell asleep.

“Really? Show me!”

I seemed to tune back in at the sound of the small voice, face a little glowy and a touch red from the wipe I’d just used but thankfully now free of smudgy panda patches. 

“You there?”

Blinking, I realised belatedly that Marshall had been addressing me there. I was confused and a little slow in reapproaching the screen, but smiled softly at the sight of Em and his actual mini me, because it was just maddening how much of him she had been given.

“I’m here.” I said, almost a little shyly, unsure but prepared to end the call so that he could spend some time with his daughter. But he went and surprised me, completely actually, because he handed the phone over to Rosie who beamed at the sudden sight of me, gaze lighting up with some sort of recognition.

She was young, I noted, younger than Lottie by a couple of years but not by many. She wore her long hair in a ponytail with a pretty bow at the very top, as well as a smile that seemed to only emphasise her bright eyes. “I can’t believe you’re the El Dad’s been talking about.”

Out of everything I’d expected her to say, that had been pretty low on the list– if it had even been there at all. My mouth parted just as my eyes darted over to where Marshall was sat just behind the girl, still in shot but off to the side. He acted as though he hadn’t heard a word, gaze stuck on the hand he was running through the end of the girl’s hair. Ah, so it was like that, was it?

“Oh yeah?” I ended up chuckling, mostly to ease my emotions and the whirling thoughts that had erupted, immensely glad that I’d had the foresight to wipe my face clean before she’d said hello. I could only guess that she’d probably heard some of my music from that reaction, before I was hastily reminded of the fact that she had been one of the few that had shown Em that video of me. 

There was a hurried nod of her head, “Your songs are some of my favourites!”

I grinned softly at that, immensely pleased by the sweet sentiment, and only hoped that her favourites were some of my newer stuff, instead of the few songs I’d realised before I’d gotten signed, those were angry and aimed at a whole other audience.

“I’ve listened to a couple of yours too.” I shot back teasingly, smile only growing when I caught sight of Em’s slight frown as well as Rosie’s own, “My favourite songs from your dad all feature you.”

She seemed to like that answer and giggled, going on to tell me a little about the last song she could remember helping with. I listened attentively, nodding along and commenting when I could, actually surprised by the amount of knowledge she seemed to have picked on whilst growing up around her dad.

It was just after she said something about the upcoming album that her eyes went wide in shock and she gasped, spinning back around to look at her dad over her shoulder. Marshall stared, baiting the kid into thinking she’d gone and let the big secret slip, which in itself had me fighting down a chuckle, before he soon cracked. 

He cowered playfully when Rosie jumped at him, giggling at the thought that she’d gone and ruined it all for him, only growing louder when the man tickled her sides to roll her off him. The camera followed the pair, landing with a thump somewhere on the floor, before Marshall was back, obviously having picked it up and holding it up high enough so that I could see the little girl’s narrowed eyed expression behind him. Her smile did little to infuse the scowl she bore. 

I bit back my own.

Em took a deep breath and steeled his expression a tad, “Try that again, girlie. I dare you.”

“Dad.” The girl complained as the man knocked her back down when she tried to kneel her way on closer to the phone. I laughed quietly at them and shook my head, catching him watching me for a second too long when I looked back, but then he was sitting over by the headboard again, encouraging the girl to join him too.

When she poked her tongue out at him, he pulled a face in return. It was a moment I was content to be a part of but which also reminded me of the days of when Lotts had been that young, back before I’d managed to score studio time or even a meeting with a label exec.

I must've been wearing an odd look because Marshall��s mouth twitched when he glanced back at me, lifting a single eyebrow. I knew what he was asking with the action and so I dipped my chin in a slow gesture to assure him I was okay.

The night continued on like that for a little while longer, just the three of us talking, Rosie telling us about the afternoon she’d spent with her sister, before Em finally managed to rouse her into getting ready for bed. I took that to be lights out for me too, listening quietly whilst he sent the little girl on her way, promising that he’d be there to tuck her into bed in just a second.

My smile was all mushy when his door rattled shut, I knew it too but was too tired to hide it so simply settled for relaxing my head further against the headboard. His face went through a rapid relay of emotions when he caught it though, before he eventually stamped out anything recognisable. I blinked blearily in return.

“‘Til tomorrow?” I assumed, chuckling softly whilst he dragged a hand over the top of his head. I noticed then that the blond was gone.

He gave a hum, voice low in the quiet of his room, “You gotta be up to catch a plane.”

A wave of anticipation hit me at the very reminder and even as sleepy as I felt, I continued to smile. “I do.”

A quiet pause dragged between us, an odd tension building. I waited for him to say something, perhaps another reminder or–

“Get some sleep.”

Or that.

I swallowed back my grin and then nodded. “You too.”

The tiniest beginnings of a curl could be made out on his lips before he shook his head and turned, leaving me with a black screen and a tally of our time spent on call.

3 hours 17 minutes

[izvmimi]

Tsukasa has never allowed absentee parents to be an excuse for bad manners, but at the current moment, he is too irritated to knock before he enters Hyoga’s home. After all, this is the third place he’s searched for him, first at the training arena, then at her now empty home, and by now, he is certain that if Hyoga isn’t in this final spot, he might tear up the place commensurately to the way Hyoga did the medical hut, and leave the conversation at that.

“Hyoga, come out,” he calls out, gliding in, doing his best to control his own anger. Regardless of how complex and painful the situation might be for him, threatening members of the community is not a way to behave. Hyoga doesn’t respond, and Tsukasa huffs through his nose, prepared to move on in his absence, but before he turns, a mass shifts in the corner of the dimly lit small domicile.

Tsukasa is so surprised to see Hyoga, the fiercest warrior in his regiment unfurl himself from a bundle of furs and look up at him with eyes wet with tears, that his prepared speech clears from his head. He blinks, practically squinting at the young man in a heap, and furrows his eyebrows.

“Hyoga?” he asks again, as if the husk of a man is going to respond with some other name, and Hyoga looks away, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I fucking heard you the first time.”

Tsukasa’s lips press into a thin line. The whine in Hyoga’s voice is uncharacteristic, but it’s more startling than annoying, enough that Tsukasa’s initial anger mellows to exasperation.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks directly.

Hyoga doesn’t answer, and he appears to be staring off into space. Tsukasa feels annoyance course through his veins again but rather than start the fight he came here to start, he squats, leaning forward observe his comrade.

“Are you crying?” Tsukasa asks.

Hyoga’s right hand twitches, as if he were planning to grab his always-close-by weapon and strike but Tsukasa doesn’t flinch. His dark blue eyes are tearing wet and wiping them off his face looks even less manly, so he mutters under his breath instead.

“What do you need me for?” he spits. 

Tsukasa grimaces.

“Your tantrum earlier. I came to address it, but I see you’re out of sorts, anyway.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Hyoga replies, but he hiccups, then bites down hard on his lower lip as though punishing himself. 

Tsukasa keeps his eyes steady on Hyoga who has trouble meeting his gaze in a combination of embarrassment and resentment.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Tsukasa widens his stance and attempts to look threatening, but quickly realizes it’s not worth it. Hyoga as he is right now has lost as much bite as possible. His shoulders relax and he sighs. 

“Hyoga, I know you care about her but she’s not dead, she simply left.”

Hyoga doesn’t respond immediately, but a few moments pass in silence before he spits.

“Is that not worse? I would have preferred she be swallowed by beasts.”

If Tsukasa were the type of man to roll his eyes, he would have, but instead he remains composed.

“You don’t mean that,” he replies, evenly. To that, Hyoga gives him a look so poisonous a lesser man would have recoiled. 

“I’d imagine you don’t know what it’s like to feel the pang of rejection, Tsukasa.”

To this, Tsukasa smiles.

“A bold assumption to make.” 

Hyoga sneers, then looks away.

“Either way, I may look a mess as of now, but I won’t be like this forever,” he insists. Tsukasa raises an eyebrow while Hyoga lets his head tilt back, as though reabsorbing tears, then blinks a couple times. When Hyoga looks at him again, Tsukasa watches him again for flickers of weakness, of which there is none, but there is hurt obvious in his features. 

Hyoga is a proud man, and dwelling again on the circumstances will not help any longer.

“I’ll give you as much time as you need to get your feelings in order,” Tsukasa offers. He rises to his feet and attempts to be merciful, but Hyoga rises just seconds later, no longer shrouded in furs.

“I’m fine,” Hyoga answers. “Temporary lapse in judgment, that’s all.”

Tsukasa readjusts his cape and nods, thinking about broken clay pots, lips pulled down in disappointment, and scraped knees.

“That’s correct,” he adds. If not for the fact that the man was already in tears, he would have spoken to him harshly if not more, but Hyoga appears to be suffering enough.

“I’d like you to apologize for your actions as soon as you get the chance.” Tsukasa reminds him anyway. Hyoga gives him a look, but quickly understands. 

“Alright.”

Tsukasa bows again and turns to take his leave, but not before Hyoga offers one bit of unsolicited advice.

“She can hurt you too, you know.”

Tsukasa doesn’t turn to acknowledge him, offering a firmer bid adieu instead, but the thought haunts him all night.

[cannedinternets]

IT IS 3AM AND I CANNOT SLEEP. TIME TO TALK ABOUT STAR TREK.

Wait okay so. Bonds. Vulcan bonds. Vulcan telepathic mating bonds.

At some point Spock’s going to go through Pon Farr again. And if he’s is in a relationship with Kirk and Bones, he’d probably bond with both of them? (Arguably he’s already bonded to  Kirk at the end of Amok Time. And Bones did carry SPOCK’S FUCKING SOUL KATRA in his head so that’s gotta count for something, right??)

Now, to my knowledge, we don’t really ever get a good look at what the bond DOES, canonically. But I’d imagine it’s like...a low-level awareness of the other person/people in the bond unless someone is focusing or very emotional. We DO know that all Vulcans share low-level telepathic bonds with those close to then, like friends and family (and apparently ALL VULCANS are part of a telepathic collective? Like they’re an almost-hivemind? WILD.)

So...what does this look like, from an outside perspective? I don’t imagine anyone ANNOUNCED this to the crew, both b/c it’s really not kosher for the three highest-ranking crew members to be in a relationship, and b/c you just. Don’t tell people “hey my boyfriend is going into heat so me and our OTHER boyfriend are going to let him fuck us into the ground” like???? Not to mention that NO ONE KNEW WHAT PON FARR WAS THE FIRST TIME?? Not only is Spock a closed-mouth dumbass, APPARENTLY the entire Vulcan race would rather let some people possibly die in space than let anyone know anything about their medical needs? Anyway.

Commander Spock is sick.

At first, you thought it was merely that he was fighting with the Captain or the Doctor (or both). He’s been slightly ...off for a while, not making as many comments as usual and not arguing with the Doctor and, in general, not looking in the Captain’s direction if he can help it. He seems much more tightly controlled than he has been for a long time, which is never a good sign. The bridge crew has definitely noticed, though no-one has called attention to it.

“It’s like Mom and Dad are fighting,” Chekov jokes uneasily in the breakroom one day. But, from the glances the others share, you can tell it’s not a joke. Not really.

And now Commander Spock is gone, and so is the Doctor. Worried glances are exchanged, but nothing is said. The Captain is looking increasingly frazzled, though he still jokes and talks to the bridge crew, doing his best to lighten the mood. Eventually, someone tentatively asks what’s wrong.

“I don’t know,” is the terrifying answer, “but Bones is with Spock, so he’ll be fine.“ That is more reassuring than it should be - the Captain’s faith in the Doctor is legendary, and documentedly well-deserved. If there’s something wrong with Commander Spock that Doctor McCoy can’t fix, likely no-one would be able to fix it.

But still. Commander Spock was sick, and now he’s gone, and he and the Captain and the Doctor were fighting and- a call comes in.

“Medical to Bridge.”

Yeoman Rand has stopped with a cup of coffee halfway to her mouth.

Lieutenant Uhura was gesticulating, and her arm drops.

The science officer manning Commander Spock’s console is white-knuckling the back of his chair.

The bridge is dead silent.

“Medical, this is Captain Kirk. What’s-”

“Jim, get your ass down here right now.“

The comm cuts out. The Captain looks surprised, then grim.

“Sulu, you have the conn.”

“Aye, sir.”

The Captain vaults over the console and sprints to the lift, and then he is gone.

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The rest of your shift passes, mostly in tense silence. There is no further communication from Medical. Acting Captain Sulu glances at the comm occasionally, but otherwise doesn’t show any sign of worrying. Others are not so composed, but no-one breaks or makes a scene. That’s about as good as you can expect, considering.

Next Alpha shift, it’s Doctor M’Benga that gives an update, not Doctor McCoy. That alone would be anxiety-inducing, but the update itself is worse, as is the fact that M’Benga looks supremely uncomfortable. Is he lying? Is it worse than he says?

“Commander Spock’s suffering from an affliction that caused his mental shielding to fail. He’s been isolated in his quarters, with Doctor McCoy monitoring and Captain Kirk standing by to help. Please try to avoid going to Deck 6 if you can; it will be harder for him to rebuild his shielding if there are mental presences nearby.“

Later, you will think about how clever that sequence of not-lies was. In the moment, you are worried for the safety of  the three highest-ranking crew members of the Enterprise.

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Every shift starts with a reassurance that everyone is still alive, but no real information is present. You do your best to not think about it. Helmsman Sulu and Lieutenant Uhura trade off the Acting Captain position. Chief Engineer Scotty comes up from Engineering one day to be Acting Captain - under other circumstances, that would have been a fun day. He jokes as much as the Captain does, but he has a different sense of humor. And he invites the crew to go out drinking after shift. (You all politely ignore the fact that there isn’t supposed to be any alcohol on board - the Engine Still is an open secret at this point.)

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,121 Words

Summary: Sirius gets to name someone and Eclipse's tech-help roomba gains sentience.

Warnings: Caps, Death (mentioned only), Cursing, Self-Hatred (mentioned), Innuendo (mentioned only), Sex (mentioned only), Injury (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon.

Other Notes: Guess you could say Sirius gets some...sirius brownie points this chapter? badum tss

Chapter 10: Another Backup And Solar Flare?

9:45am Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: You will never believe what I found in this house Monty brought me to to stay in for my seemingly extended vacation in your world.

Lunar: What did you find?

Sirius: Could my comfort tiny please wake up for this?

Eclipse: whay dod yoh fond?

Sirius: Okay. Crescent said we’re allowed to so I named him. But guess who found one of your backups?

Eclipse: WHICH ONE!?

Sirius: A blind one. His name is Brown Dwarf. He hadn’t charged since he activated and you said that they activated like a week and a half ago. So I put him on a charger last night and he’s talking to me now.

Lunar: Does Monty even know he’s there with you?

Sirius: I can defend myself. You saw what I did to BB’s face.

Lunar: True, point conceded.

Sirius: Anyways, Brownie seems pretty docile and nervous so I’m guessing he isn’t a threat as much as a surprise housemate.

Eclipse: I haven’t even had my coffee yet and you’re out here finding backups

Sirius: It’s a little hard not to notice a guy basically dead in your room kay? I noticed him last night and I figured I’d get him charged some before I went around asking him questions and naming him.

Lunar: Did you seriously read the chat history to find if you could name him?

Sirius: Read from the beginning to the newest so I’m caught up on my favorite soap opera.

Lunar: I hate you sometimes.

Sirius: Used to that.

Lunar: Get therapy!

Sirius: No, I don’t need it.

Lunar: Your oldest brother died when you came into this world, your other older brother died ripping the kill code out and is currently a glitchy backup, you are alone almost constantly and are running an entire daycare essentially by yourself.

Lunar: You need therapy!

Sirius: But they’ll make me talk about my issues. I’d rather take my issues out on machines.

Lunar: The exact reason you need therapy.

Eclipse: Oh fuck me.

Sirius: Dude, no. That’s your brother.

Lunar: Ex brother.

Eclipse: No, my fucking helper bot. Goddammit. I made his AI non-sentient and he still gained sentience.

Lunar: Oh, your other comfort big guy? That Solar something?

Eclipse: Yes, Solar Flare.

Sirius: How dare you make another me? /j

Sirius: /hj

Eclipse: No, he was supposed to be like a giant tech-help roomba and now he’s gained sentience.

Lunar: You win some, you lose some. Is he nice at least?

Eclipse: He’s nice, yeah. But he’s just newly sentient. I ran a check last night because he seemed to be getting emotional over Dad getting a body and now he’s gotten more sentient overnight.

Sirius: Well, add the poor bastard. Don’t leave him waiting without our lovely chat pinging his brain away.

Eclipse: Fine, fine.

Eclipse has added Solar Flare to Who Took My Hat?

Solar Flare: Eclipse, what is this?

Eclipse: The family group chat because you gained sentience.

Solar Flare: I am Solar Flare.

Sirius: We know, big guy. Your Mom told us all about you.

Eclipse: I am not his mother!

Sirius: Did you not make the body?

Eclipse: Well, yes, but I’m not his mother.

Sirius: Well you’re too much of a bottom to be his Daddy, so Mom it is.

Eclipse: I hate you.

Sirius: Yet you don’t deny it.

Lunar: I really wish I never knew this piece of information.

Sirius: Shut up, top.

Lunar: …

Sirius: No denial here, I must be right.

Lunar: Listen

Lunar: Shut up.

Blood Moon: Top and bottom? What?

Lunar: Oh, shut up pillow princess.

Kill Code: Let’s not discuss this? Okay?

Sirius: You’re just mad I called you Mom.

Kill Code: You would be correct.

Moon: It’s weird waking up at a different time than you.

Sun: it’ll take some time, but you’ll get used to it, Moony.

Sirius: Eclipse, I’m scared.

Eclipse: Why?

Sirius: Is this how my brothers would have interacted if I wasn’t a problem?

Lunar: You are not a problem!

Eclipse: He’s right. You aren’t a problem. You’re the strongest magic user I know right next to Moon. You protect your family, despite one being horrible to you and the other being comatose. You didn’t ask to be taken out and put in your own body, Charon made that choice for you. It was never your fault for just existing and it wasn’t your fault that the extraction process ended so badly.

Sirius: I know.

Sirius: Still not going to therapy.

Lunar: Fucking-

Sun: Why’s Lu having a fit at 10:15 in the morning?

Sun: Oh nevermind.

Blood Moon: I looked up what a pillow princess is and now Im terrified. I’m telling my therapist about this.

Lunar: Good, cry.

Blood Moon: So hurtful, baby brother.

Lunar: Yeah, I know.

Harvest Moon: Meanie.

Lunar: Yes I am. You should be used to this by now, power bottom.

8:50pm Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: Looks like my vacation is over, Charon fixed the traveler for me and it’s about to transport me back. Thank Monty for me, I can’t find him for my life to thank him myself for letting me stay in his house. And look after my new comfort tiny for me.

Eclipse: Already dealing with the other comfort tiny.

Sirius: Add him for God’s sake. I wanna be able to talk to my new comfort tiny between dimensions.

Eclipse: Yeah, yeah.

Eclipse has added Brown Dwarf to Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: Here’s your second comfort tiny.

Brown Dwarf: WHY IS MY HEAD PINGING?

Sirius: Just a group chat, Brownie. I’m here and your family’s all here, just a group chat of all the people you know.

Eclipse: Include yourself in that, your family too.

Sirius: I literally have my own family, I’m literally back home.

Lunar: Doesn’t make you not a part of our family.

Kill Code: You just admitted you were kin to me.

Lunar: Shut up, I’m making a point!

Kill Code: Okay?

Sirius: That’s

Sirius: That’s actually pretty sweet, thank you guys.

Lunar: I will force feed you affection regardless of you accepting it or not.

Sirius: Kay, gotta go, Charon’s mad again and the daycare’s open. Gotta throw myself into the ball pit.

Eclipse: Please don’t actually throw yourself again?

Sirius: They like seeing me toss myself in the ball pit!

Eclipse: At least be careful?

Sirius: No. Perish.

Lunar: Perish is what you’ll be doing if you throw yourself ragdoll style in the ball pit again.

Sirius: Too late, already suffering consequences.

Eclipse: What did you do?

Sirius: Balls on my rays again.

Eclipse: That’s not too bad.

Sirius: Also broke some of my casing.

Lunar: Goddammit, Siri.

[xhollandlilsx]

Hostage - Ellie Williams x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N is far from a damsel in distress.

The sun was setting through the small window inches from the ceiling, just big enough to allow light into the room, the actual light above not really doing much.

My hands worked at using a sharp rock I found on the floor to grind away at the metal mechanism holding them together. I sat against the wall with my legs crossed, my boots still had a mass of grime, dried blood and mud all over them, as did my jeans, and my shirt.

The sound of the metal door opening down the hall told me Alistair was coming, the man who’d been grilling me for the past 2 days.

“Theresa” He sang out cockily as he ran his fingers over the bars of the other cells leading up to mine.

I quickly shoved the rock in my front pocket and stood up, looking at him with pure disgust and hatred.

“There she is.” He smirked, raising his hands out. I looked at him up and down, he was rather tall, and wide, his arms weren’t the most muscular but he did have some to his name, “You ready to talk princess?”

I walked over to the bars and leaned my forehead against them.

“Come on ‘Theresa’, the sooner you talk, the sooner you’re free to go back to whatever hole you crawled out of” He spat the last sentence, as he leaned a hand against the bars next to my face, “Just tell us where your little girlfriend is.”

I just smirked and looked him dead in the eye.

“If you don’t tell us where she is, I swear, we will fuck you up so bad, that not even god will recognise you” His fists went white with how hard he was gripping the bar. The cocky exterior long gone.

“I’m an atheist,” I laughed slightly taking the rock out of my pocket when I took a few steps away from the bars and turned around, “Give it your best shot”

With that he looked at me with the darkest look I’d seen, his hands fumbled to find the key as he unlocked the cell door and slammed it shut behind him locking it and throwing the keys on the floor.

“You’re gonna regret saying that…. Y/N ” He smirked with furrowed brows, as my eyes snapped up to him at the mention of my name.

“How far now?” I groaned as I pulled myself up onto the top of a car, then onto a lorry, Ellie’s hands coming around my arm to help pull me up, as it’d been a long day on both our muscles.

“Here, you see that building there? The one with the arch on top?” She pointed squinting her eyes due to the low sun.

“Yeah?” I sighed, lifting a hand up to my eyebrows to block the sun from my vision.

“It’s just past there. We can set up some shelter there, get some rest” She nodded, before jumping down onto the grass the other side of the wall the lorry was sticking out of.

“You don’t wanna talk?!” He shouted at me as he slammed his fist into the side of my face, knocking me to the floor as I gripped the sharp rock that was now even sharper from being constantly rubbing against the metal of my handcuffs, hard enough to draw blood from my palm, “That’s fine! We’ll find her anyway, and when we do, we’ll put so many bullet-“

My foot connecting with his crotch brought his sentence to a halt, sending him to his knees his hands against himself as he let out a yell.

The rock in my hand was in his throat in the blink of an eye, as I brought myself face to face with him, his strangled and gargled breaths hitting my face.

“You’re not gonna fucking touch her” I spat before running over to the keys on the floor and letting myself out, locking it behind me.

“Ellie” I groaned, my calves, quads and hamstrings burning as we climbed up a hill to get to the building.

“I know babe, we’re almost there” She breathed heavily.

The sound of gunfire cut my breath short as my heart stopped seeing Ellie fall and slightly roll down the hill, the bullet landed in her side obviously knocking her off balance.

I ran down to where she lay, as she let out a groan and heavy breaths.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” I whispered, but I didn’t know if I was whispering to her or to myself, as I leaned over her, before ripping the sleeve from my top and holding it over her side, luckily it went straight through, and obviously didn’t hit anything.

“Y/N” She groaned as a way of telling me to stop, as I pulled her to the nearby bushes. And lay her down.

“I know, Ellie, I know. I love you okay.” I told her before hearing more gunfire and one of the men shout out where he thought our location is.

“Y/N. No” She groaned, her calloused, veiny hand grasping at my wrist.

“Stay down” I told her with gritted teeth, before kissing her forehead and grabbing my gun from my pack, and running into the nearest ground level building.

“We’ll find her” A man’s voice sounded out as I snuck through the makeshift base.

“How do you know that? She’s nowhere to be seen, and Alistair hasn’t gotten a word out of her girlfriend in days.” The woman’s voice sounded all too familiar, like I’d heard it in a dream, or a nightmare at that, “More and more bodies are showing up, Owen. How long before they wipe us all out. I say we just kill that girl in there, she’s gonna come for her anyway, so we make sure we’re ready”

“We don’t know she’s done anything Mel. I’m not gonna kill her because of what that bitch has done.” He argued, as I crouched behind a set of crates outside the room.

“She’s an accomplice, plus you heard how Alistair described her. You can’t seriously tell me that girl is innocent!”

“Hey motherfuckers, over here!” I shouted as I ran through the building shooting a window to make as much noise as possible. Leaving the auburn haired girl where I hoped she would be safe long enough to get out of there while I drove them away. I could hear them running toward me, as I jumped through a window with no pane, and shot at the men inside.

Two of them hit the floor, a bullet between their eyes, and one man with one in his leg who was still crying out.

I began to run again, into a building next door, yet as my feet hit the wooden flooring, it gave way, sending me on my back to the floor below, and causing the world to become a complete blur, not realising until I bought a hand to my head that I was bleeding.

I shook my head before heading down the hallway, and out into the back, sneaking past the man on patrol of that area, obviously not getting a pay rise anytime soon.

After ducking behind a car I noticed a hole in the fence, big enough for me to squeeze through but not fast enough to not be detected if anyone came.

And just my luck, that’s exactly what happened, as I was squeezing my hips through the metal the sound of a man’s voice shouting made my blood run cold. Though I didn’t stop, my legs finally through, and beneath me as I started to run.

I reached the edge of a rather steep hill, my feet stopped below me as I looked down.

“Fuck!” I cried out, almost crying myself, I knew that they wouldn’t even capture me now, they would just shoot me.

An alarm went off through the base as I looked back at the men running toward me, and the hill.

The choice wasn’t mine to make anymore, when a sharp pain in my calf caused me to fall forward down the hill, my hands coming out to stop me, definitely spraining my wrist, as rocks and sticks clawed at my skin, the skin that was already covered in cuts and bruises from my time with Alistair.

Once I was at the bottom I felt like I couldn’t move. The only thing that powered me now was adrenaline, the adrenaline that I had a chance now, that I was still alive, I survived the fall. It was also the thing that numbed the pain in my calf, as I shuffled myself behind a tree.

“Where’d she go?!”

“Is she alive?”

“Nah man, nobody’s surviving a fall like that, not in her state”

“Scope the area. Send a team down there, retrieve the body”

I got up and limped once they’d moved from the edge, toward the nearest stream, collapsing when I reached it. The water turning red from a mix of my blood and the blood from Alistair’s throat.

I sat with my feet in the water and my elbows on my knees, my head hanging low as my eyes threatened to close from exhaustion. Listening to the birds nearby, and the sounds of the WLF soldiers shouting to eachother in the far distance, I couldn’t help but relive what happened back there.

A pair of hands on my shoulders caused me to let out a cry and try to fight them off, only to be met with a hand to my mouth.

“Y/N! Y/N it’s me. It’s me, stop fighting” My muffled shouts turned into a sob when I saw those familiar green eyes, those familiar freckles, that familiar eyebrow scar.

My hand found it’s way to her cheek as I looked up at where she was crouched over me.

“Ellie” I whispered, matching her tone, as to not alert the soldiers, my hands made their way around her neck pulling her into me as her hands wrapped hard around me, clutching my shirt with white knuckles.

“It’s me. I got you. I got you” She whispered into my hair, kissing my head, my neck, my shoulder, pulling away with her hands either side of my face.

“Oh my god” She whispered examining the damage done by that asshole, he didn’t land many punches on my face, only a couple, which made me worry for when she saw my body. What she would do.

“Get me out of here” I pleaded to her, before she helped me up with a nod and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

No doubt we’d be back.

Only when I reread this, I noticed it is literally Joel and Ellie when Ellie is captured by David. 😐 so much for an original idea.

[stannyramirez]

𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞

 ❝Not a side or a main, I’m the only bitch he entertains. ❞

 ❝All my battles have been won but the war has just begun. ❞

 ❝The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me? ❞

 ❝As in heaven as on earth, we’ve been dead since our birth. ❞

 ❝Thank God I ain’t have to smack a bitch today. ❞

 ❝If I see you in the street, bitch, your ass is done. ❞

 ❝I don’t need your opinion, I do what I fuckin’ want. ❞

 ❝If he don’t eat it, he a d-bag. ❞

 ❝I’m killing myself when bitches would kill to be me. ❞

 ❝He keep calling, I ignore it. he says I’m crazy. Don’t I know it? ❞

 ❝I’d rather just do it then I’ll think about it later. ❞

 ❝I never learn my lesson, so I always do it twice. ❞

 ❝Say something once, why say it again? ❞

 ❝Cut deep and I’m still alive, I’ll talk my shit ‘til the day I die. ❞

 ❝They won’t fix it, they ain’t with ya. They won’t muzzle the mouth that just bit ya. ❞

 ❝Might show up to the party with a blunt — might get stoned, might get drunk. ❞

 ❝Walking passed the mirror like, ooh, damn, I’m fine. ❞

 ❝Haunted house, I make him scream. ❞

 ❝Bonafide hustler making my name. ❞

 ❝No one on the corner has swagger like us. ❞

 ❝We pack and deliver like UPS trucks. ❞

 ❝I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same. ❞

 ❝You can spend your whole life working for something just to have it taken away.❞

 ❝I don’t know why I say the things that I say, but I say them anyway. ❞

 ❝Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all. Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all. ❞

 ❝Chaos and commotion wherever I go. ❞

 ❝Tonight, I’m gonna let the Devil in. ❞

 ❝It’s my party, and I’ll fuck who I want. ❞

 ❝Who are you to change this world, silly boy? ❞

 ❝I’m a gangster, but I’m such a fuckin’ lady. ❞

 ❝First to watch my story but don’t like me? Weird. ❞

 ❝Never mind what I had to do to get these diamonds. ❞

 ❝These bitches wanna judge me but I don’t care. ❞

 ❝Only want a love where the card never declines. ❞

 ❝My baby is my employer. ❞

 ❝No, I don’t want your number. No, I don’t want to give you mine. ❞

 ❝Sun goes down, another dreamless night… you’re right by my side. ❞

 ❝You say go fast, I say hold on tight. ❞

 ❝Got you so obsessed, it’s sickening. ❞

 ❝You know I might break your heart, just let it slide. ❞

 ❝Could hurt you really bad, take everything. ❞

 ❝I let you try it, now you want to buy it, but you know my price is going up. ❞

 ❝So what if I’m toxic? ❞

 ❝Yes, sir, I’m’a do it again. I’m fucking him, her, probably they and them. ❞

 ❝I know you’re wondering what I’m gonna say, I do, too. ❞

 ❝My mind always wonders what will I say? I wish I knew… ❞

 ❝I love myself, I wanna see it. ❞

 ❝I’ma do just what I like on the regular. ❞

 ❝It’s really not my fault if you’re scared of a sweet little unforgettable thing. ❞

 ❝No, I’m not sorry. I’m just loving my body. ❞

 ❝You know I don’t give a motherfuck about your last name. ❞

 ❝Has someone like me ever existed? ❞

 ❝I can’t help it, I just woke up like this. ❞

 ❝Nightmare dream girl, I am what your type is. ❞

 ❝When I go into that ground, I won’t go quietly. ❞

 ❝I got troubles, they won’t let me be. ❞

 ❝I’ve been on the run since I was a boy. ❞

 ❝I’ve got troubles of more than one kind. ❞

 ❝If I had a dick, you’d probably lick it like a lollipop. ❞

 ❝Bitches say they fuckin’ with me, chances are they’re probably not. ❞

 ❝If he had a twin, I would let them run a train. ❞

 ❝I swear I feel like a toilet bowl shitting on everything I’ve said or I’ve done. ❞

 ❝Thanks for the talk, are we done? ❞

 ❝I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not. ❞

 ❝Do you ever feel like you’re underwater, drowning inside? ❞

 ❝I’m not gonna hang my head and be another accident. ❞

 ❝I’ve given up our romance. I have nothing left for love. ❞

 ❝I’m not sick, but I’m not well. ❞

 ❝Fingertips like memories, I can’t forget the curves of your body. ❞

 ❝Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding. ❞

 ❝I don’t even have a TV. ❞

 ❝Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me. ❞

 ❝It’s a sin to live so well. ❞

 ❝I’d like to turn off time and kill my mind. ❞

 ❝Hear the voices in my head, I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring. ❞

 ❝If you’re bored then you’re boring. ❞

 ❝The agony and irony, they’re killing me. ❞

 ❝She says she loves me at dusk, but at dawn I pack up my things and I’m gone. ❞

 ❝Never been a perfect soul but I will not apologize. ❞

 ❝I did a lot wrong that I can’t make right. ❞

 ❝That face, baby, it ain’t fair. ❞

 ❝I eat boys like you for breakfast. ❞

 ❝I never said it’s right, but I’m gonna keep doing it. ❞

 ❝I’m sick and, honestly? I’m getting high off it. ❞

 ❝We don’t deal with outsiders very well. ❞

 ❝They can smell the intention on you. ❞

 ❝They call me an American horror show. ❞

 ❝What I gotta do to find a sub or a dom to choke me? ❞

 ❝I could be your little monster. ❞

 ❝I like when you piss me off, it usually means the sex is rough. ❞

 ❝I am the big idea. ❞

 ❝If you got a problem, better speak up. ❞

 ❝My generation’s had enough, and you should be afraid. ❞

 ❝I like my coffee black just like my metal. ❞

 ❝I can’t wait for you to shut me up. ❞

 ❝I’m friends with all my demons. ❞

 ❝I’m the definition of the worst kind of mean. ❞

 ❝I will not die in the night but in the light of the sun with the ashes of this world in my lungs. ❞

[finalmemesx]

#MurderTrending

By Gretchen McNeil.

“This sucks on so many levels.”

“Screw you.”

"Stay away from me!”

“How long have you been here?”

“It’s a work in progress.”

“What do you think?”

“Who are you?”

“Don’t worry, they’ve stopped filming.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“How did you know that?”

“What did you do?”

“Where are we going?”

“Good reason to show us.”

“So, I can look good and get in shape for my murder?”

“See for yourself.”

“You won’t be out of my sight for a moment.”

“I’ve never been good with rules.”

“You’ve never seen it.”

“Can you lie down and roll over, too?”

“Right. Well don’t worry too much about that.”

“Keep your head down for a few days.”

“Who doesn’t enjoy living in constant fear for your life?”

“There’s no way to win this game.”

“I don’t wake up before noon.”

“Can we hide out in them?”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“But wouldn’t it be better to stay inside?”

“Come back! It’s not too late!”

“There’s a reason no one tries to escape through the water.”

“That’s not dramatic enough now, is it?”

“No one’s hiding in my panties.”

“We need to get home.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I just got here yesterday.”

“Your booty looks fine in that thing.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I can attest to that.”

“So, we just do nothing?”

“I’m so glad you’re here to tell us these things.”

“Why do I talk to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you’re sad on the inside.”

“I slit their throats while they were asleep.”

“Welcome to the party, pal.”

“Stop being stupid.”

“Can’t say the same for you.”

“I’ve been suffering you can’t even imagine.”

“Dude came after me with a freaking switchblade.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’d rather go out swinging.”

“Aren’t you dead anyway?”

“This is starting to stink of a conspiracy.”

“I’m guessing you all had fast trials like I did?”

“I guess they’re supposed to help in an emergency.”

“We have to keep you alive until then.”

“I know you were just doing it to shut me up.”

“I’m going to complain.”

“You can’t trust these people.”

“Why are you in my house?”

“It’s been gone for a couple of days.”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Where did you find them?”

“You look as if you’re going to be sick.”

“That’s my job.”

“Relax into the past and tell me what you see.”

“Let us now bear witness to your demise.”

“You’ve told us about it a billion times.”

“All too common in my line of work, I assure you.”

“I must have dozed off.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“How do you know all that?”

“That’s the reason I’m still alive.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“There’s too much death in the world.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I have to save them.”

“You fall behind, and you’re on your own.”

“You’ve got to ask yourself one question.”

“Your dreams suck.”

“You realize how disturbed you sound right now.”

“Nah, I only like hot dudes.”

“I thought it might come in handy if I ever ended up in here.”

“I can’t wait to see how I look on film.”

“It’s a shame you weren’t killed.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dude, that’s got to be a record.”

“That’s the most spikes I’ve ever seen.”

“This might be the most depressing conversation of my life.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Play with me.”

“Anyone know who lives here?”

“But that’s against the rules.”

“But it would be so awesome to try.”

“We need to get the fuck out of here.”

“You know I know.”

“I expected a little bit more professionalism from you.”

“Actors to their places!”

“I’d have raced back to find you.”

“What are you thinking?”

“We have to tell someone what is happening here.”

“You’re braver than I am.”

“Would you like my jacket?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“The doors must be around here somewhere.”

“Do you want them to wake up?”

“You have to earn nice things.”

“Your time is running out.”

“Do you think it worked?”

“All of us were falsely convicted.”

“You see something funny in there?”

“Sounds like you knew this was going to happen.”

“But you endangered us anyway.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“What a lovely surprise.”

“I actually recognize that reference.”

“But I feel as if I’m going to hate it.”

“Are you okay?”

“Age before beauty.”

“I believe we have a winner.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I was worried the sprinklers might have drowned you.”

“I know about the reward.”

“I had my suspicions.”

“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”

“How else was I supposed to get you here?”

“You ruined everything!”

“They’ll just pop it back in and I’ll be good as new.”

“Who knows what mess comes next?”

[the-fiction-witch]

Graffiti P2

Media Death of A Superhero

Character Donald

Couple Donald X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Graffiti Walls

Smut 'princess' / sexy / Bj

As soon as darkness fell and I knew my parents were dead to the world, I snuck out of bed, slipping my shoes and hoodie on, grabbing my bag from the back of my wardrobe. I pushed the window open climbing out onto the ledge and making sure to leave it open a crack so I could get back in. I fixed my bag over my shoulder and scampered into the night, I didn't take me long knowing all the secret passages and cuts until I reached my canvas and I noticed I wasn't alone.

There she stood bag on the floor, in her skintight leather jeans with laces up the sides, her little boots, a Moto jacket with a few colorful badges, her usual vampire mask covering her face and her bright neon blue hair in a tight braid to keep it out her face, she saw me and smirked as she shook her can 

"Humm great minds think alike comic boy" she smirked 

"Indeed they do princess" I smirked "it's fine I'll find somewhere else such a canvas deserves your work" 

"We can share it's fine, I'm sure we could do a Collab"

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely" 

“Yeah that sounds amazing princess” I smirked 

So we worked together making some amazing art on this huge new building but we had to wait for a little while for the first layer of things to dry. 

“You wanna grab some take out while we wait?” I suggested

“I would, but I don’t carry anything when I go out”

“Smart girl, I have cash don’t worry about it”

“Alright comic boy, lets go” she smirked starting to parkour away, I smirked and followed her using various skills to keep up with her until we reached one of the few places still open, they only had breakfast on this early so I got us a bunch of hashbrowns and we sat ourselves on the wall watching our paint dry, “why do you do this?”

“Ohh… well I like leaving my mark. Kinda felt rather invisible for a while, so this was my out put. Now… I just really like doing it. And getting to see you”

“You’re sweet comic boy”

“What about you?”

“Chaos.” she smirked “Making a statement. I get the whole invisible thing, I just wanted chaos make a few old ladies grab their pearls”

“You’re art definitely does that. Why don’t you put this stuff on cavus’ sell them? You could be a millionaire”

“Not in it for cash. Moree for chaos” she smiled

“Fair enough” I laughed as we finished up our food and eventually we finished up the art between us “Fuck.. that looks amazing”

“It looks awesome” she smirked “We should collab more often” she smiled offering her can to me I smiled taking it and doing my down signature and I handed her my own color and she did her own signature with mine, 

“We should, I’d love to collab with you more. Maybe I could if… I got your number?”

“Sorry comic boy, can’t have any connections between princess and… daytime me. We’d both be in big trouble”

“You’re right, sorry” I nodded 

“It’s okay. Besides I need to pay you back for that stuff anyway”

“It’s okay you don’t need to-”

“I want to” she smirked, grabbing my hand and tugging us around the corner into the alley. I was about to ask her what was going on, but she moved to her knees and pulled down her mask, completely smiling at me as she undid my jeans. “That good payback?”

“Uhhh yeah, yeah that’s good.” I nodded excitedly and she smirked tugging my jeans and boxers down I couldn’t help getting hard for her and she stroked over me softly before taking me in her mouth “Ughh holy fuck princess!” I groaned holding her hair softly as she deep throated me often moving back and forth using her tongue so detailedly “Uuhhhhh! Harder please princess!” I begged her biting my lip hard knowing I was so insanely close and she did as I asked I had to cover my mouth trying to keep quiet until I hit my orgasm bucking my hips into her mouth she smiled and swallowed everything pulling her mouth away wiping it and using her water bottle from her bag to clean her mouth out “Fuck-” I gasped kinda in my own world having cum so fast 

“We clear?”

“Yeah we’re good.” I nodded doing my jeans up 

“See you around comic boy” she smiled giving my cheek a kiss before she grabbed her back and disappeared into the night 

“...fuck-” I gasped once my head cleared I grabbed my stuff and headed home sneaking back in my window and laying in bed exhausted. 

[ghostwor1d]

[ There’s a video attached.

Ev is still squirming on the ground, whining quietly, and Teabag is sitting beside him. The knife is clearly still in their leg.

A glowing pink aura starts to surround the area, and Ev’s face only gets more distressed.

“Go away! I don’t want your help!” they scream, panting between words. “You’ve never helped me! You’ve only made things worse! Leave me alone!”

“You don’t want my help?”

“No! I don’t! I don’t want your help anymore!”

“Ah, but you need it, don’t you?”

Almost out of nowhere, something appears in front of Ev. As the camera swivels, it gets clearer. In front of him is Tapu Lele.

“Everest, what in Arceus’s name—?” Roty asks, and from the voice its clear he’s still in the phone, recording.

“What happened to you, love? That looks nasty.” The Tapu hovers its face inches above the hilt of the knife.

“Attacked. Again. Ultimately thanks to you.” They hiss as Lele grabs the knife, but doesn’t pull it out. “They mentioned Jay. I wonder who’s fault it is he’s dead?” Their voice is bitter.

“I forgot how long humans hold onto those sorts of things. The second time had nothing to do with me.” As she says this, she pulls the knife from Ev’s leg. They scream, hands flying to clutch the wound.

“Fuck! You could’ve done it more gently!”

“It’s a knife in your leg, dear. It’s hurting anyway.”

Ev lays against the wall, sweat rolling down their face. “I don’t want to be your chosen, Lele.”

“Still haven’t changed your mind? Quite a shame. I could use it. There’s no one I’d rather have for the job.”

“I’ve GOT a job. Where I can take care of Pokemon. Do what I’ve wanted to my whole life.”

“I thought you wanted to be useful.”

Ev glares at her. “I am useful.”

Uncomfortable eye contact between the two of them continues until Teabag chirps, nuzzling her face against Ev’s arm. This seems to catch Lele’s attention.

“Oh? A Yveltal?” She cocks her head. “This is new. And a fairy type no less! What happened to dislike of fairy types?”

“It was a gift. I got her as an egg. And I still don’t feel terribly comfortable with fairy types.” They cry out again, holding their leg. “Arc dammit—look, I’m not terribly please with you, but can you do anything about it? Please?”

Lele’s eyes shine. “Be my chosen.”

Ev groaned, close to tears. “No.”

“….part-time. I won’t call on you unless I truly need you.”

Ev deliberates, face scrunched up in pain. “Do you promise? Only part-time? It won’t interfere with my job?”

“It won’t. Tapus’ promise.”

“….fine. Deal. Please help me.”

“As you wish, Chosen.”

There’s a glow around Ev’s leg as it heals.

The video ends. ]

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Parings; Clark Kent x Reader 1-Small Talk In Elevators 2-Thin Walls 3-Humming In Elevators 4-Coffee Breaks 5- Cherry Pies A/N; If you guys don't know who Smokey Bear is he's a mascot for forest fires in the US. Warnings; Mention of adult toys, so please enter with that knowledge so please mdni. Thank you!

6- Dead Vibrators

“You know that those things cause cancer, right?” 

You jumped right out of your skin at the sound of a deep male voice behind you causing you to choke on the smoke from the cigarette. Whipping around you were met with the sight of Superman floating ten feet away and above you. Too stunned to speak, you put the cigarette out right then and there. 

“You okay?” You could see a hint of a smile through the darkness. 

You stumbled over your words for a good minute before finally managing out, “Yeah.”

Superman gracefully landed on the rooftop, taking a few confident strides toward you, before stopping. He looked you up and down, and you flushed. No one was supposed to be up there with you, so you decided that all you needed to wear was a big enough shirt to cover your ass. 

“Stop staring, pervert.”

“Oh--oh! I wasn’t--No, I--” Superman stumbled. You noticed how it sounded kind of like your neighbor talking. Always tumbling over his own words when called out on the obvious, but you really didn’t mind. “Sorry. Saw you up here and give you a real hello.”

You calmed yourself and took your seat back on the ledge. “If this was Gotham you would’ve been fucked saying hello like that.”

He snickered, looking out to the city line before back to you. Despite having a literal near god next to you, you didn’t feel intimidated or scared. In fact, after getting over the initial shock of ‘holy shit, it’s Superman’ you felt like you had known the guy for a while. 

“Anyway, you shouldn’t smoke those. They cause cancer and fires," He said. 

“Who are you? Smokey Bear?” You scoffed. 

“No, I’m Superman."

Rolling your eyes, you tossed the pack of smokes. “I was having a bad day and needed to relieve some stress if you have to know. And my vibrator was dead so…”

A groan echoed across the rooftop and you couldn’t help the little laugh that came from the reaction. Just by the look on Superman’s face, you could tell that random shit like that was something he heard on a daily basis. You would hate to hear all the stories of the dumb shit he ran into as a superhero. 

“I came up here hoping for a normal conversation, ya know?”

“I didn’t ask for any conversation so whatever you expected is rendered obsolete by your own assumption that I want to talk to you.” You threw the cigarette box at him. “Now, if you’re done scolding me, dad, I’m going to check on my charging vibrator.”

Superman smiled at you as you walked past him, not seeming at all surprised by your annoyance. He followed after you as you crawled down the fire escape to your apartment, floating above to make sure you got down safely. 

“You gonna watch me?” You yelled to him, and when he didn’t answer you continued. “Don’t you have Lois Lane to save?”

Clark floated there for a second, thinking of the million ways he could tell you he rather save you or be there with you. “I…I’d hate myself if I bothered you then let you get yourself killed.” 

You hugged the railing of the fire escape, staring into those Superman blue eyes, and thinking about how familiar they were. Unfortunately, the distance and darkness didn’t help tell where you knew them from.

“You have very little faith in me, Superman.”

Just as you said that your foot slipped on one of the steps, causing both you and Clark to gasp. Luckily, your hands were firm on the railing, so you were fine. Nonetheless, he came over to you, offering to fly you down. 

Hesitating because of the mere fact he could fucking drop you, you decided that possibility was a lot less likely than you falling to your death. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he took off. It was so sudden that you shrieked and wrapped your legs around his waist, too. 

“Damn,” He whimpered. “Don’t shriek into my ear like that.”

“Sorry, sorry,” You breathed, scared shitless with your eyes squeezed shut. The words that spilled from you were quick and sounded scared. “You took off so suddenly and…Please don’t drop me.”

Getting a better hold on you by moving one arm around your waist and the other under your legs, hoisting you closer to him while doing so. “I won’t, I promise.”

You didn’t say anything, only pointed to which window was yours. Within seconds he was setting you down on the landing, watching as you nearly scrambled into your window. 

When you were safe back in your apartment, you finally looked at Superman. It was still too dark to see him properly, but he definitely was handsome. That much was for sure. 

“Well, uh,” Clark said, scratching the back of his neck. “Good luck with your…You know what, have a good night. I’ll leave it at that.”

You giggled. “Yeah. And, uh, thanks for flying me down.”

“Of course, always here to help,” He said. “Well. Good night-- and don’t smoke!”

“No promises.” You winked, shutting your window and drawing your curtain closed. 

Clark stayed there for a moment thinking about what you had said earlier, hot embarrassment sat in his chest at the thoughts now swirling in his mind. Maybe Bruce needed help in Gotham, he could use their rouges to clear his mind. With that, he took off. 

Bruce didn’t need the help, unfortunately, but learned after some questioning of Clark's crush on you.

[happyandticklish]

Practice Makes Perfect

Notes: I know for a fact that people grabbing onto your legs unexpectedly is ticklish as fuck, and I will absolutely be projecting that onto Charlie. I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long because I had this idea the moment I watched that scene in the show and just,,,, haven’t gotten around to finishing it lol. But I’m done now and that totally makes up for it~

Summary: Nick is a bad idea and rugby is a sport born out of hell—so why does Charlie keep finding himself here?

“C’mon, just go for it! You’re thinking about it too much, that’s your problem.”

Okay, so maybe, possibly, signing up to be on the rugby team just to spend some time with your probably-straight-crush hadn’t been Charlie’s brightest moment. In his defense though, it was impossible to say no to Nick’s face, innocent and earnest in his belief in Charlie. Now, however, standing out on a field with clouds grumbling ominously overhead and sweat trickling in rivulets down his back, he was beginning to regret that decision.

“You know, I find that in most areas of life, it’s actually beneficial to think about what you’re doing before you do it,” Charlie said nervously. He shifted from foot to foot, trying to release the tension clenching up his muscles and making movement impossible. “For instance, you’re, like, a thousand times bigger and stronger than me, and I’m built like a twig. With those odds in mind, I think I’d rather not try to tackle you, thanks.”

They’d been at this for over an hour now, practicing basic maneuvers and going over the rules of the game so many times that Charlie could probably recite them in his sleep. Nick seemed excited about it though, and so Charlie reluctantly listened, and even found himself having fun at times. All the way until Nick insisted he try a proper tackle, that was.

Despite all his arguing, Nick seemed amused rather than irritated at his obstinance. Charlie wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed at that. “How about I try to tackle you then? Give you a demonstration?”

Flashes of Nick, arms wrapping around him, his body pressing him down into the dirt, clothes rumpled up haphazardly from the fall, flashed through Charlie’s mind. He flushed, taking an instinctive step back as though proximity could somehow broadcast his thoughts. “Right. Yeah. Because standing here while you barrel at me is so much safer.”

Though Charlie felt it was a legitimate argument, his only response from Nick was an exaggerated role of the eyes. It was clear he was merely teasing, but Charlie couldn’t help a slight twinge of guilt anyway. He hadn’t meant to be so difficult, especially over something he had agreed to do.

Instead of trying to prove his point further, Nick resorted to crossing his arms and staring at him, a silent challenge. For all of half a minute Charlie tried to hold his gaze as well, his stubbornness leading him on.

“…Fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But be gentle! I don’t want to end up with any broken bones. I’m pretty sure Tao will have your head.”

Nick’s face brightened like a child on Christmas morning, and Charlie cursed how cute he was, because it was largely getting in the way of him regretting this decision.

His legs trembled as he tried to stay still, fighting the urge to dodge out of the way as Nick raced towards him. Luckily, he didn’t have too long to think about it before strong arms wrapped around his thighs and the two of them came careening towards the ground.

It was surprisingly less painful than Charlie had been expecting—more shocking than anything. The breath rushed out of him in a startled gasp as his back hit the grass with a thud. He waited for the anguish he was sure was coming, the bruises followed by stitches he’d have to get after being rushed to the ER. Instead, he felt… well, fine. A bit sore maybe, but otherwise fine.

Of course, now that he wasn’t dead or prepped for a full-body cast, he was met with a slightly let serious but more concerning problem—Nick’s hands, wrapped around his legs where he had grabbed, fingers curling innocently into his thighs for a grip. A surprised, bark of laughter, and Charlie was jerking his legs up, nearly kneeing Nick in the face but failing to get him off, unfortunately.

“Woah! Hey, are you okay?” There was still a hint of a smile in Nick’s voice, the adrenaline of the fall lingering in his system, but genuine concern crept through as well. “It really isn’t supposed to hurt, I promise.”

Charlie couldn’t possibly answer under current circumstances, so instead he shook his head, hoping that would be enough and Nick would let go—

“Here, let me check for bruises.”

—or he would do that. Suddenly the fingers were intentional, brushing and pressing against his skin as Nick asked him if so-and-so hurt, leaving Charlie to nearly fling himself out of his skin in response. He jolted forward when Nick grabbed the back of his knee, a primal instinct driving him as he shoved his hands away with fluttery giggles.

“Wahait, wait, wait,” he managed, the words slipping out in a panic that was mostly habit. “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Can you please just let go first, and then—”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, but your hand is still on my caHALF—!”

“Oh.”

The word hung between them, Nick’s hand frozen on his shin where he had accidentally squeezed moments before. Charlie refused to look at him, certain if he did, he would pass away from embarrassment.

“I didn’t realize you were ticklish.”

Charlie cringed at the word, his shoulders ducking up. “M’not. I just don’t appreciate being manhandled, Nelson.”

He managed to gather the courage to glance back at him, only to be met with a delightful smirk cutting across Nick’s face. Devious and happy and a little bit flustered, which was adorable and decidedly not helping. “Nelson, huh? Have we really regressed all the way to last names?”

“I don’t know.” Charlie shrugged, knowing he was only digging himself into a deeper hole, but he could never help it with Nick. He seemed to have a talent for drawing out this side of himself. “You haven’t really earned first name rights.”

“Ah, I see.” He had forgotten all about Nick’s hand which squeezed again now, gently digging into his leg. Charlie could hardly help his jump or the sharp hiss of breath it caused. “Well, what if I don’t want to earn them? What’s to stop me from taking them?”

Charlie swallowed nervously, wanting to flee but doubting he’d get very far even if he tried. “The honor system? A sense of fairness? Whatever will make you let go?”

“I thought you weren’t ticklish.” Nick cocked a brow. “Surely my hand isn’t bothering you, is it?”

Charlie flushed. “Ah. Well. It’s possible I might have… embellished the truth a bit.”

“And so it comes out at last.”

Nick started pinching up his calf, forming a ticklish trail that had Charlie squirming the higher he got. He wasn’t particularly sensitive there, but he was much too close to areas that were, and the anticipation was driving Charlie up the wall. This was a new Nick, a smug one emerging out of his normally sweet cocoon. It made Charlie’s stomach writhe with pleasant nerves, and he hated himself for it. Crushing on a straight boy was one thing. Whatever the hell this was, this moment was, was dangerous.

Unfortunately, Charlie didn’t have the means to care as his mental energy was quickly devoted to focusing on nails skating by the sides of his knees and just how much that apparently tickled.

“Shit!” He made a solid attempt to jerk his leg back, but with a flash Nick’s other hand shot out, securing his ankle and forcing him stupidly in place. This resulted in a series of giggly whines as Charlie fell back on the ground, resorting to cover his face instead. “Nihihick!”

“Yes?”

“Plehehease!”

“Please what?”

“Ihihi dohohon’t knohohow, juhuhust—” he broke off, not sure how to say keep going and stop in the same sentence. Historically speaking, tickling had always been a thing Charlie had tried to avoid. He was far too susceptible to it, and he had already gone through his fair share of Tori abusing that privilege whenever he was being annoying. It wasn’t bad, per se, but a lot, and often not something he could handle.

So why, instead of kicking Nick in the face or running or any of the various other things he wanted to do when Nick started fluttering traitorous nails over his thighs, did he let out a squeal instead and lay there taking it, not even attempting to fight back?

“You know, this makes sense,” Nick mused, scratching at this one spot in-between his knee and thigh that was driving him crazy. “You seem like someone that would be ticklish.”

Charlie scoffed, a difficult task while laughing. “Whahahat dohohoes thahaht eheheven mehehean?”

Nick shrugged carelessly, that wild grin mounting his features once more. “Dunno. Something about your energy, I guess. You’re always so nervous, Charlie. Constantly on edge, like you’re just waiting for someone to sneak up on you.”

“Y-Yeheah well,” Charlie panted, his words halting briefly as he fought back another giggle storm. “It’s nohohot exactly w-working ohout for me, ihis it?”

“Well, I imagine you wouldn’t suspect your friends, now would you?” Nick offered him a pitying glance that was far too full of teasing affection to be genuine. “You do seem to be laughing quite a bit though, so I’ll make you a deal. You agree to try one tackle today, just the one, and I’ll stop.”

“Whahahat? No, noho way!”

“Your funeral.”

Charlie opened his mouth to lash back a witty remark only to let out a yelp instead when light skittering turned to playful squeezing. He jerked upright as Nick started digging into his thighs, a spot that was, evidently, horrible. Quick, little pinches to send him spiraling into a frenzy of frantic laughter as he scrambled to grab at his hands. Nick simply ignored him, moving to a new spot each time to avoid him and leaving Charlie no time to adjust to the sensation.

He had thought the tickling before was bad, but this was wholly unbearable. Each squeeze sent shockwaves shooting through his legs and filling him with liquid electricity until his whole body seemed to buzz with it. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, necessarily, but it was too much, far too much. Especially at 6:00 am on a Saturday, the previous exercise and a lack of sleep making him dizzy and laughter-prone already.

Noticing this, Nick decided to go in for the kill, lowering his voice to a teasing drawl that did far more to Charlie than the tickling ever could. “Charlie… I know it tickles, all you have to do is agree and I’ll stop. It’ll only get worse the longer you resist, so you might as well just put an end to things now.”

Charlie’s brain screamed at him in agreement, but he held out despite it, for reasons he couldn’t quite put a finger on. He didn’t really care about the tackling (okay, he did, but certainly not as much as he had exaggerated for Nick’s sake), but he did care about anything that would remove Nick’s hands from him, that would make the sensations short-circuiting his brain stop. He wasn’t sure if it was because Nick Nelson, of all people, was touching him or if tickling was secretly addictive and everyone had been lying to him all his life.

All he knew was that he didn’t want it to end.

Not yet anyways.

And so, for the next two minutes—a short time normally, but an eternity when Nick had just discovered the bundle of nerves along the back of his thighs—it didn’t. Charlie had long since abandoned speech, and instead laid there helplessly, barely fighting back as he shrieked and giggled. Nick more than made up for his conversational absence with a tirade of teases, making avid commentary about which spots seemed more effective, and how “if you need a break, all you have to do is agree”.

In the end, what broke him was nothing spectacular. A flurry of squeezes on his calf, the exact thing that had started this whole mess, casual and unassuming but unbearable all the same after everything else. Charlie finally found the motivation to sit up, grabbing Nick’s arms frantically.

“OhohoHOHOKAY, ohohokay! Yohohou wihihin, juhuhust stahahap!”

“Ah-ha! Victory at last!”

Nick quickly released him, triumph shining in his eyes. He looked far too pleased with himself, in Charlie’s opinion. He would be annoyed at that if he himself weren’t already floating on cloud 9. “Was that your plan all along then?” Charlie asked, once he had regained enough breath to speak coherently. “Tickle me until I agree to practice?”

“I might have improvised a little,” Nick admitted, standing up and holding out a hand for him. Charlie tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as Nick’s hand gripped his. “Besides, I don’t think you really minded that. Although I guess you might have been trying a reverse psychology trick by not fighting back.”

Crimson heat swept over Charlie’s face, and he glanced away. “I was taken off guard, that’s all.”

“Ah, right.” Nick managed to find his gaze anyway, locking eye contact for an embarrassing but thrilling couple seconds. “I’m sure.”

For a while they stood there, stuck in the happy afterglow of the moment, Charlie’s hand still grasped in his. And then Nick coughed and Charlie pulled away and they were teenagers again, awkward and fumbling over their sentences.

“So,” Nick said with an easy air that was clearly forced. “I believe you owe me a tackle.”

Charlie made a face. “You’re gonna hold me to that?”

“Relax, Spring.” Nick grinned, and this time, it was a real one. “I have faith in you.”

And, as it turned out, his faith was well-placed. Tackling wasn’t as hard as Charlie had built it up to be, and Nick went sprawling back into the dirt with a grunt. The grunt quickly transformed into wild laughter as Charlie paid him back tenfold, abandoning his legs quickly to move onto greater and sweeter territory.

Maybe Charlie had enjoyed the tickling, sure, but what was wrong with a little revenge?

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Zombie Baby

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Chapter summary: Jimin pov, stressed from a court appearance, Jungkook tries to help his boyfriend relax.

wk: 6k

Chapter 1

The restaurant smelled of incense, and not the good kind. Just that heady warm stink that tends to choke you if you linger in a smoke shop too long. But Jimin breathed it in deeply anyways, thankful for something other than the smell of rotting flesh for once. 

That was just how it went these days, everywhere you went the smell rose up from the earth the way steam sizzled on the asphalt after it rained on a hot day. It was thick and permeated everything. There were times Jimin felt like he'd be forced to shave his head and burn his clothes just to be rid of it. 

Even while he silently thanked his lucky stars this restaurant had a decent ventilation system and was vehemently Anti-Undead, his eyes burned and watered from the hot sweet smoke of the incense. 

He blinked rapidly and wiped a little tear from the corner of his eye as it watered, giving his date a small grimace in the process, being sure to wrinkle his nose. 

"Er, yeah," Jungkook began taking a small sniff, "It's almost as bad in here. Sorry about that." 

He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair, a small smile on his face, "It's fine, gotta fight fire with fire I suppose."

He nodded, “So I guess we won’t be taking a post-date stroll in the park.”

He laughed coolly, “That would indeed be an accurate assumption. You can’t even take a stroll to the toilet without a shotgun these days, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not spoil the evening by tenderly wiping brain matter off your cheek.” He paused for effect, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth, “I’d rather kiss it.” 

The grin that spread across his face was a genuine one, which was hard to come by when most of your time was spent struggling to survive or simply trying to do something as simple as grocery shopping without dealing with the nuisance that was the Zombie Apocalypse. The term only loosely applies though, as it wasn’t so much an apocalypse as it was a totally annoying and somewhat debilitating pain in the ass that just so happened to have weeded out some of the stupider people alive. 

After all, this isn’t the movies, only the completely mentally incapacitated got themselves killed. How hard is it to run faster than a corpse, or better yet, fight one off? They had absolutely no motor skills and zero upper body strength. However, their fluids, which they tended to share quite generously, were extremely hazardous – deadly even, or better yet, UN-deadly.

“Well, it is a really nice cheek, so I guess we could arrange something.” He stroked the almost too-smooth side of his face as if he were appreciating texture. 

“You’re lucky you amuse me, or else I might think you’re a totally cocky jerk.” Jimin smirked, distractedly playing with the ice cubes in his water with a spoon. 

He was admittedly a little preoccupied today; he was due to appear in court later this afternoon on an unlawful disposal of an un-dead person(s) charge. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he was pretty well known in his town for kicking ass and taking names when it came to the zombie pest infestation, and no one ever seemed to care before. But now, those damn tree-hugging morons were trying to give zombies rights, that’s right, ZOMBIES. Unfortunately for anyone with a brain, that meant that staying alive was only going to have that much more red tape and bullshit involved. 

Piss off one jerk-off neighbor who is keeping his Grandma’s reanimated corpse as a pet and get thrown in jail. It’s not like he didn’t tell him to keep her in his own yard, but she kept getting into his garbage, so it was time to put Granny down. 

People always wondered why he was so callous towards zombies, no sympathy, no remorse when he snuffed their non-existent life. That was probably because they were fucking zombies, DUH. He knew there were plenty of people who shared his views on the situation, and more than a few people that would support him in his quest to thin out the zombie herd, but as with everything there is always going to be enough dipshits to put a cramp in his style with their, “Zombies are People Too” campaigning.

Why couldn’t they just go back to policing social media, fixing climate change and saving the whales? It was like that Tootsie Pop commercial, the world may never know.

Jungkook feigned shock, “Me cocky? Yeah right, I’ve got modesty coming out the wazoo.” He frowned slightly, “Wazoo…” He said slowly, testing it out on his tongue, “what an idiotic word, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Yeah, I was gunna point that out, but you beat me to it. I guess we can take word-smith off your list of attributes.” Jimin joked.

“Pfft, I’m a catch and you know it.” Jungkook grinned widely, his round bunny teeth in all their glory shining pearly white. 

“Yup, you’re the best.” Jimin smiled sweetly and leaned forward, thankful for the mindless conversation that came so easily with Jungkook. He was the perfect distraction.  “Thanks again for lunch, despite the lung cancer I now have from 2nd hand incense smoke, this place was pretty alright.” He took Jungkook’s large hand into own smaller ones.

“You’re welcome, I think.” 

“Now kiss me, PUBLICLY!” he demanded, tugging his hand towards him and pursing his plush lips.

Jimin knew how much he hated PDA, and Jungkook knew how much he loved to tease him about it.

“Fine, aish!” He rolled his large round eyes and gave him a kiss, but the grin on Jungkook’s face told him he didn’t mind nearly as much as he let on. 

He masked up, threw some money down on the table next to his crumpled napkin and discarded chopsticks, standing. “You ready?”

He glanced around the booth, putting his mask on quickly and making sure he had his bag. He lugged the oddly heavy bag out of the seat and threw it over his shoulder, pulling out one 9mm semi-automatic pistol from his treasure trove of deadly goodies, and took his boyfriend’s hand with his free one. 

“Jesus, do you even have a chapstick in there, or is it only weapons?” Jungkook asked, eyeing his hand-gun with a cursory glance.

“I have a few spare masks and some hand sanitizer in there too. What, would you rather I carry a full manicure set? Maybe I could mani-pedi a Zombie to death!”

He laughed as he pulled Jimin along, leading the way as he typically did. “You’re such a brat.”

Jimin shrugged, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

They walked toward the exit hand in hand, the modern day couple; where it wasn’t entirely unusual to see a petite, 5ft '7, 27 year old man grasping a gun in one hand and his boyfriend’s hand in the other as nonchalantly as if it were a diet soda. 

As they reached the door, he unclasped Jungkook’s hand and stepped ahead, leaning against the blacked out windows of the Chinese restaurant’s door, he opened the door slowly, making sure to scope the entire parking lot before he opened the door in its entirety. 

“It’s cool, babe.” Jimin stated, and allowed Jungkook to push forward and assume his ‘alpha male’ role once again. Jungkook hated that Jimin was the one with the gun, but that was just the way it was. Jungkook may have played the more dominant role in the streets, and between the sheets, but it was Jimin who took care of the zombies. It didn’t exactly make sense, but hey… it sounded cool right?

“As much as I love having you being my savior and all, you probably should be a little more discreet with that gun.” Jungkook led the way to the car, his precious piece of shit Hyundai. Jimin mostly ignored him as he hopped into the passenger side, the one with the seat that wasn’t entirely bolted down and the seat belt that had no buckle to latch it. 

“What are you so concerned about? It clearly isn’t safety judging from the death trap you’ve been driving us around in.” He fiddled with the seat belt, finding the lucky bolt on the inner side of the seat and hooking his belt to it. He pretended for his own piece of mind that it would somehow keep him from flying through the windshield, one could dream right?

“Well, I was just thinking about the fact that you’re on your way to court and all. Maybe a little discretion would go a long way? Besides, this car is as safe as any. Never did me wrong.” He stated defensively, popping a key into the ignition.

“Yeah, except that time it broke down. I mean, times.” Jimin smirked, purposely ignoring the court comment, he was already nervous as hell. 

The car thankfully burst into life and puttered their way out of the parking lot. Jungkook squeezed his knee affectionately, “Don’t be jealous, there’s room in my life for both of you. Plus the cat. And the fish.”

“You sure about that? Sounds like you’ve got quite a lot on your plate, a car, a cat and fish. Are you sure I can fit into that little love quadrangle?”

“Oh yeah babe, there’s plenty to go around. Plus you’re at the top of my list, just don’t tell the cat. She’s a jealous bitch, and would probably poop on your pillow.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Jimin chuckled darkly. 

All things considered, Jimin was a lucky guy. He had an amazing and utterly gorgeous boyfriend, enough ammo in their house to defend a small country and while the whole world may have gone to hell in a handbag, at least they had each other.

He glanced over to his boyfriend, who was absentmindedly pursing his lips in the endearing pout that he usually wore when he was concentrating, or lost in thought, which was often if we’re being honest. It was one of Jimin’s favorite things about him. He was snarky and cocky at times, but Jungkook was also very deep and thoughtful. The list of little things Jungkook never realized were so adorable was long, and Jimin preferred it that way, lest he get an even bigger head. 

The man knew he was attractive, and that confidence was what Jimin first noticed. Though, at the time, he thought he was a presumptuous jerk, albeit a beautiful one. He had approached Jimin at a bar, while hanging out with his friends one night during their weekly attempt to blow off steam in one of the few safe parts of town. 

It was a noisy, dark club, with the kind of sexy, cool clientele that seemed to always have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Jungkook was no exception. Jimin had been eyeballing him from across the room long before Jungkook had approached him. 

He had tousled black hair that was shorn short on the sides above his ears and longer in the back. Clad in a black leather jacket and an all black ensemble that fit his body in ways that made Jimin drool, his heavily tattooed hand holding an unlit cigarette idly while he leaned against the bar ordering a drink. But he wasn’t alone. His two friends stood off to the side, talking to each other animatedly in between sipping their drinks. 

They all looked so handsome, and extremely cool. It almost made Jimin jealous.

Jimin hadn’t realized he was staring, but he most definitely was. Jungkook had turned his head slightly as if he felt Jimin’s eyes on his back, a small smile curling his lips. When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned forward across the bar, murmuring something inaudible to the man on the other side, who nodded and left again, coming back with a second drink.

He took his bounty from the bar and immediately locked eyes with Jimin. He wore a satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face as he sauntered the distance between them. 

Jimin froze, embarrassed but unable to tear his eyes away from him, caught red handed. He never usually ogled strangers at the bar, and it was even less frequent that he was approached. Not that Jimin wasn’t attractive, on the contrary. He had visuals that most would kill for. But he was shy, and a bit socially awkward around people he didn’t know. Not to mention the fact that his day job usually involved a lot more gun wielding and dead things than most people were willing to deal with. 

Jimin sucked in a breath, his eyes impossibly wide when he casually sat down next to Jimin, fixing his large round eyes in a narrowed sexy way on Jimin’s face. 

He silently slid the extra drink over to Jimin and put his arm around the back of Jimin’s chair, leaning forward so he could be heard. 

Jimin didn’t move and kept his face locked forward, almost afraid of the proximity of his body, but he could feel the stranger’s sweetly scented hot breath against his skin.

“I’m Jungkook,” He said into his ear, as if he was the answer to the greatest mystery Jimin had been pondering, which he kind of was. “Do you want to get to know each other a little better?” His words were dripping with suggestion.

It was incredibly sexy. Too sexy. It kind of pissed Jimin off how evocative he was, and how his nether regions seemed to twinge despite his better judgment. He silently scolded his extremely pent up, deprived sex drive, for daring to betray him at the first hot guy to whisper seductively into his ear in far too long.

Jimin was horny, sure, but he was not a slut. The implications purring from Jungkook’s sweet mouth made Jimin recoil despite himself. 

He leaned into the feeling of annoyance, lest he instead give in to his extremely tantalizing suggestion and do something he would later feel dirty and used from. 

Jimin turned to face Jungkook, trying to not get caught up in his pouty lips, and dark provocative eyes that seemed to want him. 

“Uh, thanks for the drink,” he stammered, instantly feeling tongue tied and less confident in turning the attractive man down. “But, I’m good. I’m with my friends.” 

He knew this guy was interested in sex, and not much else, and as titillating as a roll in the sack would be with this alluring stranger, he had to keep his wits about him. He had fuckboy written all over his face, and honestly the audacity to approach Jimin like that in the first place was a turn off. 

But then why was Jimin squirming under his smoldering gaze, practically wetting his pants at the invitation?

It didn’t take long for the handsome presumptuous stranger to wear Jimin down. Before the night was through, Jimin was bent over a table in Jungkook’s modest kitchen, clothes forgotten somewhere in between there and the front door. Giving up on ever making it to the bedroom, Jimin took Jungkook’s hot thick cock from behind, in what would end up being the first of several locations and pornographic positions that fateful night. 

It proved to be a night neither of them could forget, when Jungkook surprised Jimin by calling him, immediately after their rendezvous, unable to get the beautiful, bendy, plump lipped blonde out of his head. 

Somehow Jimin fell into a relationship out of nowhere, and they hadn’t looked back since. That was over a year ago. They had somehow carved a little piece of the world out for themselves, with Jimin moving into Jungkook’s small house, joining his motley crew of pets and friends. Finding themselves intensely comfortable and content with each other. 

Jungkook didn’t even bat an eyelash when Jimin confessed what he did for a living, paying his rent and student loans off with money he made from his zombie assassin side hustle. It wasn’t legal, mind you, but it paid the bills, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of honest work to be found these days. The economy was in the toilet, and jobs were scarce, but there was never a lack of zombies that needed disposing of. 

He advertised mostly by word of mouth, but there were plenty of places that one could go when they were looking to make contact with someone who specialized in his services. He had deals with a handful of different underbelly organizations that kept the client's rolling in. There were other hunters, of course, but it wasn’t exactly a job people were clamoring to get so all he had to do was keep his rates fair to not have much competition in the market. 

The government's stance on the zombie infestation was irritating. While they had made it illegal to dispose of zombies, they also had taken their hands off the steering wheel, allowing them to run amok. They were working on a cure, and while hell would likely be freezing over while everyone waited for that to happen, they had halted the mass killings by military enforcement and instead had taken a role of doling out safety guidelines and red tape for everyone to trip over. 

All that meant was that people were expected to wear facemasks, wash their hands profusely, and avoid being eaten by the slow stupid animated corpses. It wasn’t too hard after all. But that didn’t mean that people weren’t still turning left and right, just simple stupidity ending their lives in a ugly mockery of what they once were. 

Plenty of people were holding out that there was a cure on the horizon, but Jimin was there for those who were realists. Families who had agreed amongst themselves that if they were to ever turn, they didn’t want to be left to wander the streets or potentially infect their loved ones or others. Or people who had to live in fear while a neighbor housed their own infected family members, putting the safety of everyone in proximity in mortal danger. 

When there was a zombie that needed taking out Jimin was there, no questions asked. For the low low price of 500$ a pop. 

Of course, now he was wishing he had been smart enough to not kill a zombie when he wasn’t on the clock. Taking out his neighbors granny had been a dumb idea, it wasn’t exactly hard for his neighbor to figure out he had been the one responsible after all. Killing too close to home was his downfall. 

Well, downfall was perhaps a bit dramatic, he was only going to be fined more likely than not. There was the potential for minor jail time but usually a couple of greased palms from his contacts could take care of the harsher sentences. There wasn’t a lot money couldn’t fix, not that he was swimming in it or anything. But he was owed a few favors, and he was cashing them all in to avoid jail. He was too pretty for jail, let’s be honest. 

It didn’t stop him from being nervous though, he hated the formalities of court, the imposing harsh gaze of the judge, it was all too much pressure for him. Even a speeding ticket caused Jimin to break out in a sweat. He wasn’t sure what it was about authority figures but he hated them. They made him feel weak and helpless. Which he most definitely wasn’t. 

Only one person was allowed to make him feel that way, and only in the bedroom, and that was Jungkook. Something about letting him hold him down, using his strength to pin him to the bed, or the wall, pressing his hard body against his smaller one, made him feel helpless in the most delicious way. 

But give Jimin a gun, and you wouldn’t have to worry about his small frame or diminutive height any more. He was a crack shot, thanks to his stint in the military, his unit being stationed on the front lines. Jimin had been specifically trained in military weaponry and excelled quickly becoming a weapons specialist. 

Jungkook was two years younger than Jimin, and had managed to avoid ever being conscripted thanks to the whole apocalypse thing, the war over North and South Korea being forgotten with the fate of the planet as a whole being on the line. It was quite a time to be alive. 

While Jungkook was ever the macho man, good in a fight, and masculine in all the right ways, he had no idea how to use a gun. Given the opportunity to learn, he had turned his nose up at it much like the majority of gun fearing Korean’s of yester-year. But he was fine with Jimin taking up the helm, it was their give and take. Jimin felt safe on the arm of Jungkook around people, and Jungkook felt safe with Jimin around whatever else was lurking. He was glad Jungkook wasn’t the kind of guy to feel his masculinity being threatened because his smaller boyfriend was the one carrying the gun.

He really was a catch.

___

Later that evening, Jungkook was waiting in the parking lot of the court, car idling. Jimin spotted the silver car as soon as he set foot outside. His armpits were damp, and his hands were still clammy from the anxiety of his court hearing. One 500$ fine later, he was breathing shakily but a lot easier than before. The relief of seeing his boyfriend waiting for him patiently outside made him feel even better. 

Jimin eyeballed the parking lot, sure enough, there was a zombie stumbling in the back of the lot, aimlessly walking and turning confused in circles. Not much of a threat. Which was good considering he obviously wasn’t packing at the moment. All the more reason for Jungkook to pick him up despite them not living far from the court house. Nothing made Jimin feel more vulnerable than not having his gun on him. He hurried to the waiting car, hating how nervous he was feeling. 

Jungkook leaned across and threw the car door open as he approached. Jimin hopped in letting out a breath of relief. Jungkook reached back over Jimin’s lap and popped the glove box, Jimin’s 9mm glowing in the light from within. 

“Awe, you’re too sweet.” Jimin said as if he had discovered a box of heart shaped chocolates. 

“I know how you get when you don’t have at least one weapon on you.” Jungkook quipped, running his hand up his boyfriend’s leg. 

Jimin smiled, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants and settling back against the seat, appreciating the cold hard gun pressed there, a constant reminder that he could handle whatever happened. 

Jungkook took in the sight of his slightly sweaty, nerve-wracked boyfriend. He had closed his eyes, his breath was shallow, through slightly parted lips. His neatly styled blonde hair was starting to ruffle, with a tendril or two falling into his eyes. His shirt was clinging to him, the button down damp and uncomfortable looking at this point. But he looked extremely sexy.

“How’d it go? From the looks of how sweaty you are… I’d say, good?” 

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, neither to agree or disagree. “500$ fine. It sucked. But I’ve lived to tell the tale, and I’ll be back to taking out zombie’s before you know it. But perhaps not our neighbors next time.”

Jungkook nodded, and squeezed Jimin’s thigh, “How about we get you home, and out of those clothes. Take a nice shower and have some dinner?” Jungkook offered, with an emphasis in his mind on getting Jimin out of those clingy clothes. 

A steamy shower with his sexy boyfriend sounded like a great way to relax and forget about how annoying and stressful court was. Who was he to say no, “Yes, please.” 

They plowed through the parking lot and on to the street, putting the courthouse and the odd lone zombie in the rearview. 

___

Jimin was naked before he knew what was happening. 

It started in the car, in between shifting gears, Jungkook was rubbing his thigh, all while never taking his eyes off the road. The only sign that he was getting as turned on as Jimin, was the way he was biting his lip ring, pushing his hand between Jimin’s spread thighs and rubbing deeply, grazing his stiffening cock with each movement. 

Jungkook was eager to destress his poor boyfriend. Eager to get him home, so he could watch him melt into a puddle from pleasure only he could give him. 

Jungkook kept the deep massaging of Jimin’s inner thigh up all the way until they parked the car. He was possessive, arms around Jimin as soon as he pulled him from the car, walking with him wrapped up inside them while Jimin fumbled with the keys to their house. Jungkook only made the job harder, while he pressed his crotch to Jimin’s ass and buried himself in the crook of Jimin’s neck nibbling and kissing his still damp flesh. 

As soon as they were in the house, Jungkook stripped them both, tossing Jimin’s gun along with the rest of his clothes on the couch, kissing and tugging him towards their bathroom. They were barely able to navigate the house if not for the muscle memory, Jungkook was touching and kissing all the while. 

Jimin was in a fit of giggles and little gasps as Jungkook hurried them to their destination, quickly running the shower and back to pulling Jimin in close to put his hands all over his naked flesh. It was all hungry touches, and kisses. Jungkook was paying special attention to Jimin’s earlobe, pulling at the silver hoop there with his teeth. It always sent shivers down Jimin’s spine when he put his mouth anywhere near his ears, reminding him of the first time they met, his warm sweet breath purring seductively against it. 

The steam was starting to build in the small bathroom, indicating the shower was ready to melt Jimin’s cares away, not that Jungkook wasn’t doing a fabulous job of that already. He pulled Jimin in behind him, closing the curtain and letting the hot water drench their naked bodies. 

Jimin let Jungkook do all the heavy lifting, just willing to be touched and let his hands work themselves across his body. Jungkook, took a shower puff and squeezed a vanilla body wash into it, working the lather across Jimin’s chest, following the sponge with his hand as he felt Jimin’s nipples harden under his touch. Down his soft smooth belly, lightly caressing his toned abs, appreciating the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin. 

Jimin watched his hands move down his body, enjoying the way his boyfriend was so engrossed in the ritual. Jimin rested his arms loosely around Jungkook’s neck, draping them languidly and casually twirling the wet hair at the back of Jungkook’s head. 

He was ever so appreciative of the attention his boyfriend was giving to his body that bordered on worship, Jimin smirked inwardly wondering exactly who was getting off on this more. Jungkook was rock hard after all, his eyes following his hand movements, like he was drinking in every inch of the soapy naked sight. 

After Jimin had been perfectly lathered, Jungkook pressed his hard body against Jimin again, slickly moving his chest and abs against Jimin’s as he kissed him deeply, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Jimin’s tender soapy ass. 

Jimin kissed back, loving the way his boyfriend’s soft lips felt, tasting the water of the shower beading down their faces with each flick of his tongue against Jungkook’s. 

They hadn’t had shower sex in a while, but it seemed pretty evident that it was where they were headed. If the hands on Jimin’s ass, slipping between his cheeks and rubbing soapy circles around his hole, were anything to go by. 

Jungkook swirled his tongue slowly in Jimin’s mouth, almost in sync with his movements against Jimin’s rim. The two sensations eliciting a low moan into Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin bit and tugged at Jungkook’s lip ring in approval. 

Jungkook, slipped a wet finger into his hole, Jimin instantly mewled against his lips. The wet finger was  dipping in and out slowly, knuckle deep. Soon, it was followed by a second finger, stretching and twisting to make room for himself inside. 

Jimin was already weak in the knees, Jungkook knew exactly how to stretch him slowly, making his body ache without the burn of going too quickly. He was working him over with two fingers, scissoring wider at the tips til Jimin was blooming and softening like a flower opening to the sun. 

With the introduction of a third finger, Jimin was panting, gripping Jungkook’s hair at the back, with Jungkook folding himself around Jimin, head over his shoulder watching himself as he pulled Jimin’s asscheeks apart so he could get a better visual of his tattooed fingers doing what they did best. 

Jimin writhed under his fingers, holding onto Jungkook for dear life, twisting and pressing his aching dick against Jungkook’s upper thighs enjoying the slippery friction, feeling his equally hard cock press against his stomach. His ass was so full of Jungkook’s fingers, pushing slow and deep, pressing down against his prostate as he pumped them, giving Jimin a taste of the pleasure yet to come. The sweet pressure was building a fire inside his belly that was soon aching for more.  

With one final stretch, Jungkook pulled out his fingers, and slapped Jimin on his wet ass, the sound cracking in the air. Jimin gasped, the mixed pleasure and pain from the sensation making him fall apart. 

“Turn around.” Jungkook said bossily, his eyelashes were wet, his face dripping and hair a mess but he was oh so sexy when he got commanding. 

Jimin instantly twisted around, and Jungkook took him by the wrists from behind and nudged him against the shower wall. The tile was still cold and wet, it sent a shiver through Jimin’s hot body. He took Jimin’s hands and pulled them up, placing them on either side above his head, folding his fingers through Jimin’s and molding himself to his boyfriend’s body. 

Jimin immediately pushed his ass out, pressing it into Jungkook’s damp crotch, feeling his cock slipping between his asscheeks. Jungkook grinded against him, not entering him but sliding himself up and down against his ass with his dick nestled between his cheeks.

After some teasing, Jungkook finally released one of Jimin’s hands, “Don’t move.” He whispered into his ear. 

Jimin obediently waited, feeling Jungkook pressing his cock against his pliable hole, rubbing it there at the entrance as if checking if it was going to let him in. 

Jimin bit his lip in anticipation, his hole fluttering against the cock tip. That seemed to do the trick, Jungkook applied pressure, his hole immediately swallowing the cock head neatly, since he had already been so perfectly prepared for it. It didn’t stop Jimin from gasping at the sensation and sudden stretch. 

Jimin moaned deeply, while Jungkook fell against him, burying himself immediately inside of his perfect pink hole.

Jungkook put all his weight into it, and Jimin was impossibly full. No matter how many times they had fucked over the last year he never got over the way Jungkook made him feel so utterly complete and whole when he was inside him. 

“Uhhnnn, Jimin, baby. You always feel so fucking good on my cock.” Jungkook quietly purred, his lips close to his boyfriend’s ear. He wasn’t particularly loud during sex, that was usually Jimin’s role, but when he did he saved it for whispering lewdly against his neck just for Jimin to hear. It was Jimin’s biggest turn on. Hearing him breathily, quietly, coming undone just for him was like pornographic music to his ears. 

Jungkook was thrusting deep, his thighs slapping against Jimin wetly. He kept his hands above his head, not daring to move but his knees were growing weaker by the second. His dick was throbbing untouched, and Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the water or his precum dripping blissfully from the swollen tip. 

He had never been big on dirty talk before Jungkook, the idea had always made him giggle. He just couldn’t take someone saying stuff like that to him seriously. But when Jungkook pulled him by his hair, and praised how well he took his cock it nearly made Jimin cum. He never wanted him to stop. He couldn’t help the way he folded, responding in kind with sweet submissive agreement. 

“Mmm, just for you.” He managed in between gasps of pleasure. 

They were words he never could have imagined coming genuinely out of his mouth with any other man. Only Jungkook had ever made him feel so desired, so completely possessed. He was all his, his body was made for his pleasure.

Jungkook loved Jimin’s responsiveness, pushing his face against the shower wall firmly but gently, getting off on the way Jimin became his when he was inside of him. “All mine.” He grunted, grabbing Jimin’s hips and rocking himself harder against his ass. 

He was hitting Jimin’s prostate with each thrust, pounding it mercilessly. The sounds of their bodies clashing were louder than the shower itself and only drowned out by the sound of Jimin’s moans, which were sharp and pointed with each hit of his sweet spot. 

“Gunna cum.” He breathed weakly, his eyes screwed shut tight, letting the sensation of Jungkook’s hard grip on his hips and powerful rapid thrusts overtake him. The hot lightning rod of pleasure was hitting its peak.

Jungkook kept up the speed, but leaned forward again, wrapping his tattooed arms around Jimin’s chest tightly, holding him close and hard, shallow, fast pumping as he climbed toward his own orgasm. 

“Cum on my cock baby, show me how good I make you feel.” 

That was a request Jimin could most definitely fulfill, with Jungkook’s cock buried to the hilt and his breath against his neck Jimin was spiraling over the edge. Jungkook’s arms held him up as he nearly fell to the shower floor, fucking into him as his orgasm was purged from within, spilling rope after rope of cum beneath him.

His walls were clenched hard and tight against Jungkook who continued to pound Jimin. He couldn’t even feel his feet on the floor anymore, his orgasm still hitting him like crashing waves, moans and sounds he wasn’t even registering were flowing from his lips. 

Jungkook’s orgasm was close behind a few short hard thrusts later with an intense guttural groan, keeping himself deep within Jimin’s hole. He was panting hard, riding out the sensation overload with a deep grinding roll of his hips, seemingly never wanting to part from Jimin’s body. 

As if cured from some kind of sex poison, Jungkook grinned, his voice breathy but returning to normal, “Feel better now?” 

Jimin couldn’t stifle the laugh, Jungkook was still buried in his ass, and he was being cute. “Much.” He managed finally finding the strength to stand again. Jungkook buried his wet face against Jimin’s neck and kissed him repeatedly, “Good.” He murmured against his skin. 

When they had finished up in the shower, Jimin felt like an overcooked noodle. Soft and pliable. Jungkook wrapped him up in a huge fluffy towel, and carried him to their bed like a bride, eliciting giggles from Jimin. He was impossibly relaxed, in a way only Jungkook seemed to make him. Content, blissful and sleepy. Jungkook snuggled against his burrito wrapped boyfriend until they both fell asleep, forgetting dinner, and zombies, court and the whole world all together. 

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[sugusshi]

┄ THE TRUTH (KIND OF)

Part 22 of “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

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Anyone who knows Izana knows he isn’t one to display nerves or unease, yet as he stands outside of YN’s apartment door, that is all that shows. He again knocks on the wooden door, only to get no response… yet again.

Don’t talk to me again unless you tell me what the fuck you’re hiding from me.

A simple message, probably an empty threat to others, but too much of a risk for Izana not to do anything about it. He cherished his relationship with you, whether you were a partner in crime or simply someone he could talk sincerely with. Izana valued his relationships with his loved ones more than he externally showed it, and just the thought of you not wanting to do anything to do with him anymore makes him sick. You were like a sister to him, and he’d be damned if he fucked that up between you.

Please open the door; he texts you instead of knocking again.

He doesn’t hear you on the other side of the door and feels a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple. He knows you are home. He saw your bike parked in its usual spot. You couldn’t be–

“YN, did you order food or some– oh. Hey Izana,” Bestie greets him with a grin, “What’s up? Didn’t know you were coming over too.”

Great, just great. Izana thought he could talk to you alone, yet there was another roadblock. “Uh, where’s YN? I need to talk to her.”

Bestie can tell there’s something wrong, especially with Izana’s nervous smile and the fact he hasn’t stepped in yet, so they motion him in, “She’s in the bathroom right now. Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“What are you doing here, Kurokawa?”

Izana winces with the usage of his last name, and bestie doesn’t miss this. In fact, they raise an eyebrow as they look over at YN, who has a hand on her hip, a slight sneer on her lips, then back to Izana, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“You invited me over, remember?” He says in a teasing tone, though he looks away when you scoff before heading to your kitchen.

“That was before you pissed me off, so please get out. Bestie and I are gonna watch some movies to destress from this hellish final exam week, and I’d appreciate it if no one killed our vibe,” You turn to give him a smile, he can tell it’s forced, and he hates it, “You had something to do with Shin anyway, right?”

Ouch.

“Yeah… I… lied about that….” Bestie pays even more attention now, seeing how you bite your lip to hold yourself back. They know just how mean you can be, but you’re holding back because Izana is a good friend of yours, family, really.

“No shit,” You can’t help but let out as you look at Izana, “I texted Shin as soon as you sent me that excuse. He was confused even more than me, but I covered for your ass and said I was gonna pull a prank on you but changed my mind.”

Double the ouch.

“YN listen-”

“Izana,” You sigh deeply, “Please leave. If whatever you’re hiding from me is that big you can’t tell me, then fine. So be it. I just want to chill with bestie right now and forget about it. Can you please just go home?”

“I’ll tell you,” Three simple words make you look up at him with glossy eyes, and he hates it because he knows he’s the cause of it, “Just give me a bit of your time, alright?”

You swallow nervously but slowly nod your head. “Fine… but bestie stays. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell them too.”

“Alright…”

I’m so fucking dead, Izana thinks, already sensing his impending doom.

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Bestie sits next to you on the loveseat as Izana sits on the recliner, playing with the bracelets on his wrists.

“What ‘club’ were you talking about, Izana?” You get right to the point, and Izana decides he doesn’t like that trait of yours for the moment. Meanwhile, bestie is on your phone, reading the previous conversation over the texts you had with Izana so they can understand more what’s going on.

“Don’t… don’t be mad, okay?” Izana sighs, combing his hair back with his hand, “Okay, don’t be too mad.”

“No promises,” Bestie answers for you, all caught up and already irked.

“Spit it out, Izana. If not, then get out. I have movies to watch,” Again, honest and quick.

Izana stalls as much as he can before even he can’t take the glare bestie sends his way, “There may or may not be… three simps in your ‘club’... not including that celebrity of yours.”

“Keep Haji out of this. Who the fuck is in this ‘simp club’ beside Ran? Because last time I checked, he was the only one remotely ‘simping’,” You’re annoyed, he can tell, but he can’t tell if it’s at him or the situation.

“I mean, usually I would say YN should feel honored, but something about this is fishy, and I don’t like it either,” Bestie adds on, making YN nod, “It can’t be that bad, right Izana?” They’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bestie figures who one of the other simps are (thanks to them being there on the confession scene), but who could be the third? “This is just being blown out of proportion, right? For all we know, it’s just people from uni who are too scared to say anything, and Izana is using it as blackmail.”

I wish that were the case; Izana internally dramatically cries.

“Uh… yeah no….” He knows Mikey will kill him, Baji even, but Izana is weak for his sisters. “Well, there’s Baji-”

“What?” Your eyes are wide, confused, and lost for words.

Bestie is the one who laughs, but it’s mean, taunting, “Stop fucking with us, Izana. Baji broke up with her. I was there when Mikey beat his ass, and Baji said nothing except say he was over YN. That’s impossible.”

“It’s not,” Izana looks YN in the eye after taking a deep breath, “YN, listen to me. I’ll tell you everything, okay? Just be patient with me.”

And so you are, but with every word he lets out, your chest aches even more. Izana tells you how they were all friends with Baji again after Shinichiro made them talk it out. How Mikey was able to halt Baji for a moment when he confessed his feelings for you. How they were all in a group chat without bestie and you because ‘it was funny at the time’. He tells you everything he can but excludes your mother and the private investigator. He wants to at least protect you from that until they can do more against it. That and he knows you’re hurt enough as is. So he tells you the truth (kind of).

There’s quick rage in your eyes when bestie confirms Mikey’s confession about you, making your best friend apologize profusely, but you can understand that. Mikey’s feelings weren’t theirs to tell, you get that. If anything, you’re pissed you’re hearing it from Izana’s mouth instead of Mikey’s own.

Then everything starts settling in your head, making it hurt even more.

“S-So wait…” All the feelings inside you make you unable to just sit and listen anymore. You start pacing in your living room as you struggle to take everything in, “Let me get this straight-” Bestie stands with you to put a hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly to ease your nerves a bit, not wanting you to break down already. You give a weak nod as bestie now looks at Izana, who sits on the couch nervously.

“You’ve all made up with Baji since the fight?” Bestie asks.

“...Yes.”

You practically already know the answer, but you need to confirm. Your voice is quiet and trembling with anxiety, “Who do you mean by all? Who all knows about this?”

“Everyone YN…” He feels his heart crack with the tears in your eyes, “My siblings… the usual menaces….”

“E-Even-”

“Kakucho and the Haitani’s too….”

“O-Oh.”

Izana stands up to walk closer to you, but you only take a step back. “YN I’m so sorry-”

“No. Stop,” You shake your head, “You all knew how much this Baji thing was killing me inside. You all knew how much I just wanted some proper closure, and I know you can’t force him to give me that but-” Your hands are clenched at your sides, shaking, “But none of you had the fucking maturity to at least tell me you all made up with him?”

“YN-”

“Was playing me like a fool fun for you guys?”

Izana looks at you dumbfounded, “What? We never thought you were a fool YN-”

“Well, I sure fucking feel like one!” Even bestie winces as you finally let out that pent-up anger that’s slowly been growing inside you since the breakup. “I’ve done practically nothing but cry and self-loathe since he broke up with me. Almost made all of you hate and exclude him. Only to find out you all made up with him– forgive him… y-yet….” Your bottom lip trembles as you look at Izana, the tears in your eyes slowly gliding down your flushed cheeks, “W-Why can’t I get an apology?”

“YN I-”

You wipe away the tears on your face with the back of your hand in vain because more tears simply replace them, “I appreciate you telling me the truth now, Izana… e-even if you didn’t want to begin with.” The realization starts to hit you, and you can only cry more. You were a horrible friend, weren’t you? Practically manipulating Izana to spill the truth to you and now look at what happened. They say karma’s a bitch, right? You guess you deserved this. “I-I’m sorry, Izana… I’m so sorry-”

Izana shakes his head, not understanding why you’re apologizing. He wishes he could make you stop crying. He hates seeing you like this, “YN, you have nothing to apologize for. I know we fucked up, but I swear that it wasn’t to hurt you. We never thought you were stupid or oblivious. It was c-cute if anything-”

The sob that bubbles out your mouth has Izana frozen in his spot as bestie immediately wraps their arms around you, shushing you quietly as they hold your head to their shoulder. There’s frustration in bestie’s eyes but mostly disappointment as they look over at Izana, “Can you please leave?” Izana opens his mouth to rebuttal, but when bestie’s e/c eyes furrow into a glare, he zips right up. Despite the frustration bestie feels about seeing you so broken down yet again, they mouth a ‘thank you’ to Izana, surprising him.

Izana nods slowly before making his way out of your apartment, his heart hurting even more as he hears what you cry.

“A-Am I just not worth it?”

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