#get your gay little hands off my alien boy/j

[cartooncadet666]

Very lazy Betraypex post (if you guys are new to this ship, og creator is @ribbonjc, it's pretty cute :3)

Also you can see it's clear that my Betrayus design will never be consistent, it changes more than the show's plot. /j

I honestly believe that if they had a romantic relationship, it either wouldn't last as long and they'd just have another violent divorce like below↓

Or it would last for a pretty long time because they haven't felt this giddy and happy in a long time.

Or what my brother suggests.

They got married accidentally (or on purpose because Betrayus would probably be petty as shit), forgot about the whole thing until Pac reminded them that they were, and they still refuse to team up as a partner-in-crime couple against Stratos because "that's not fair."

Also don't worry about that last check box :)

(Blank template under the cut along with the source link):

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[thespamman24]

Some people say that brevity is the soul of wit, but to that I say:

You are wrong, you are extremely wrong, you’re so wrong if you were any more wrong the universe would explode with how wrong you are, I have never seen someone be any more wrong in my entire life. If I had a nickel for how wrong this was I would have an infinite amount of nickels because the wrongness of that extraordinary dumb statement is inifnite. I have spent over 16 years on this hellscape of a planet, and in all of that time I have not once heard something, so wrong, so dumb, so extremely removed from reality. The wrongness of the statement that you have said is at such an extreme level it boggles the mind. You’re so wrong I don’t even know what to do. That statement that you have just said, literally every single letter of every single word in it is wrong. And I used the word literally correctly. That is because I am a person who is correct as opposed to you, a person who is wrong. Capital W-R-O-N-M-J wrong. I mean, I didn’t even know a person could be that wrong. Like 100% of what you just said is wrong. Like, I mean for someone to think that is right, that must mean that they have an IQ below zero. You have an IQ below zero. Because you have said this dumb-ass, idiotic, rediculouse, insane, idiotic, putrid, idiotic, rediculouse, idiotic, idiotic, WRO-ONG, statement. I mean like, what is in your brain? Is it just a bunch of lukewarm water that just sloshes around? Is that what goes on in your brain? Is it just slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh all day? Just a bunch of lukewarm going sloshity, sloshity, slosh. I mean like, that’s the only logical explanation because what you have said is so goddamn wrong! I mean, like what school did you go to? The Isaac Newton school of being WRONG! Because you are so wrong! I mean, do you even have thoughts?!!?!?!? Or is it just the lukewarm water in your brain going spilishity slapishity sploshity all day long? HUUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUHHHhhhhhHHH??????  You disgust me, you know that. Because you’re just sto wrong. You know, wrongness doesn’t usually actually piss me off. But this, but this, but this, but this, oh boy, oh boy, old buddy, old boy, does this piss me off! This pisses me right the f*** off!!!!!!!! You are just so gosh dam wrong!!!! What you have said is astronomically wrong! The wrongness of it is off the charts! Off the chains! Over 9000! Numbers can not calculate how wrong you are, there are no words in the english language which I can use to articulate, how wrong you are! I mean just the pure rotten, rotten, festid, rotten wrongness if the claim that you have just made to me- is disgusting. Just disgusting. I hope you die in a hole, you dumb little dumb little big dumb wrong slut!!!!!!! You are so wrong, that just reading that claim that you have just made makes my brain hurt. My brain cells are slowly dying one by one. You have killed them!! Killed them!!!! WIth your filthy, putrid wrongness!!!!! You sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, wrong bastard of a wrong person. Your wrongness has given me a migraine and I don’t think that it’ll ever end, I think I’ve been cursed, cursed to forever bear the shame of your wrongness, because you are just so wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I don’t think the human brain can even fathom how wrong you are. Maybe, your statement is just so wrong, that the human brain can’t even comprehend. Maybe it’s one of those things, like infinity, or quantum physics, or the plot of Lost, where our brains just can;t understand it because it’s just so fucking wrooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG! SO FCKING WROOOOOOONGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!

god, oh god, oh god why, why must you do this to me, you- you’ve hurt me. I can’t stand it any more… just this… this… wrong… it’s just so wrong… so wrong… so wrong. How can you be so stupid. Your statement is dumb, your logic is dumb, your reasoning is dumb. I hope you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever give birth!!!!! I… I don’t think I… I even want to live anymore… how can I even exist… on a planet where such wrongness… also exists...how, how, how, how, HHHHHHOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY OH WHY GOD WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!! YOU WILL, AND ALWAYS SHALL BE SO, FRICKING WRONG!!!!!!!! Your wrongness, the magnitude of it, it, it, it just astounds me. Nothing, anybody ever says, will be so WRONG AS THE WORDS THAT YOU HAVE SAID TO ME!!!!!!!! YOU DUMB LITTLE POOR EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!! I DON’T LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I’M NOT INVITING YOU TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL NEVER HAVE ANY PIECES OF MY BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S MINE! ALLLLL MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWA, HA, HA,HA,HA,HA,Ha,Ha…. Ha… ha… ha… ha… ha. Oooohhh… woe is me. For I have been cursed with this wrongness. You know Shakespeare once said, “When we are born we weep, for we have come to this great world of fools.” You know, Shakespeare, he was gay, but he was also right… and today… I weep… I weep a thousand tears for this wrongness that has befell my eyes and blinded them, oh god I wish I could stick a hand into my brain and remove this filth and pestilence that infects it like a disease. Your words poison the air they are spoken into!!!!!!!!! The pits of hell themselves don’t even know such agony as the pits of despair I am currently drowning in!!!!!!!! I hope to never see the sunlight again, because if I do it would give me a sunburn! I hope aliens never see what you have just written because if they do, will, then they would, they would they would burn our planet to the crisp and then salt the earth so that nothing ever, ever, ever, ever grows again and then they incinerate our planet to the core!!!! And then they would flush it down a toilet that is big enough to fit the earth in!!!!!! You are wrong… so wrong. You are in fact, one hundred percent wrong. It honestly makes me sick. Just how wrong you are. I could on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on about how gosh damn wrong you are but I won’t because it would take a thousand lifetimes to do so and I need to feed my cat!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!!! MY CAT!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS A GOOD, GOOD,GOOD, KITTY AND SHE IS SMARTER THAN YOU CAN EVER HOPE TO BE!!!!!!!! BECAUSE EVEN SHE, AGREES WITH ME THAT YOU ARE WRONG HELL, EVEN A POTATOE CAN SEE WHY YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!! EVEN A POTATOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A POPTATO, A POTATO, A POTATO, A POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE DUMBER THAN A POTATO, BECAUSE YOU ARE SO, SO,SO,SO,SO,SO,SO,SO, FUCKING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! INCORRECT!!!!!!!!!! UNTRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISTAKES!!!!!!!!!! ERRONEOUS!!!!!!!!!! UNTRUE!!!!!!!!!!! INACCURATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INVALID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FALLICIOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! FALSE!!!!!!!! WIDE OF THE MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! … my life is but a nightmare. A dream which I can not wake up from. I am trapped, trapped in this prison known as the universe, a prison of which I can not escape, my memories are like chains binding me down, preventing me from, moving, from running, from trying to break free!!!!!!! All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs about how wrong you are… but I won’t because I’ve already done that and my voice is very tired and I don’t want to get laryngitis, because herbal tea is surprisingly expensive… I think I’ll go feed my cat now.

[neshabeingchildish]

Hensley & Char: Friends or Whatever || Part 4

@just-a-j-reallly @junknstu1f @henryharts 

Hey, Friends. Mama has had A LONG week. Only a partial off day, and it was mostly crammed with stress of trying to get a friend miles away off of the streets, and also period probs and other pains. So, even though I know y’all ain’t rude about updates and are nice kids that allot me the time, I really wanted to get an update out to y’all. Thanks so much for reading this little thing. 

Girl Code

Hensley. Was. So. Tired. 

Between trying to be Kid Danger, keep it from not only her two best friends, but her unofficial girlfriend, Chloe… Who… It was difficult to work with on a daily basis because Chloe still wasn’t sure if she actually liked girls or not, but was certain that she liked Hensley, so Hensley just…  never knew what they were supposed to be. Charlotte offered very little assistance, as she wasn’t a huge Chloe fan. Jasper offered no assistance as he was terrible with most girls in every way. Hensley was just about ready to give up on Chloe. Maybe some space was necessary. That would at least take away some of her stress...

It didn’t take away enough. Hensley was tired and Ray was not very attentive to her plight. Charlotte was forbidding her the very necessary usage of large quantities of coffee. Jasper was trying to talk to her about her bodily changes! And whenever she tried to cut corners, like with her Puerto Rican History test, things went wrong in inexplicable ways. Hensley was not a good liar and having to try to lie felt alien and awkward.

And now… Jasper had the AUDACITY to talk smack about Kid Danger??? She was hurt, offended, pissed off. The killing part was that she couldn’t even express WHY.

She couldn’t tell Jasper that he hurt her feelings for trash talking Kid Danger as Captain Man’s sidekick, because then she would undoubtedly break the oath, which was the most important deal that she had ever made in all of her 13 years.

“If Kid Danger were a boy, do you think she’d be better?” She asked, arms folded, glaring. Charlotte’s eyebrows raised and she and Hensley stared Jasper down. 

He scoffed and asked, “Did you just assume Kid Danger’s gender?”And NOW, Charlotte was giving HER the look that she should have been giving Jasper. 

Hensley fumbled over her words, and finally landed on, “She identifies as a girl, I’m sure I’ve heard somewhere, so no, I’m not assuming. But, you’re deflecting, and being sexist, anti-fair, ummm… using gender identity as a smokescreen AND only even considering the possibility of Kid Danger being someone other than a girl because you don’t value her services, or her womanhood.”

Jasper gasped, “I would never do those things!” he had his hand over his chest in disbelief of even the implication that he would be so sexist. Sure… he was… not a feminist icon or anything, but he was at the very least your average teenage boy.

Charlotte nodded, “Yeah, Hens… Jasper’s an idiot, but he’s not a bigot… I sure hope…” She looked suspiciously at him again, because for all she knew, maybe he WAS. He didn’t frequently have nice things to say about his mom... Jasper scoffed and gave Charlotte a pleading look. If Hensley was going insane, that was one thing, but he needed Charlotte, the voice of reason and respect to be in his corner for this. Their stares studied each other a while. “He’s not, he’s not..” Charlotte landed on. Focusing again on Hensley, she wondered, “Why are you getting this worked up? I’ve literally heard you say and watched you do things that were teeming with unbridled internalized misogyny. The dynamics of your little relationship with Chloe is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to even you being counterproductive for women’s rights and respect. When did you get all ‘Girls Rule’ on us?” 

“It’s the power of Kid Danger. She’s helped me see my problematic gay area and also inspire hope in Swellview for not just kids, but GIRLS, Charlotte, and what’s Jasper suggesting? That he, a boy, would just BE a better sidekick? What are even his qualifications? Does he think bucket knowledge and overactive glands will catch the Phone Shark?” Charlotte started laughing. 

Jasper shouted, “Hey! NOW who’s not being fair?” He looked seriously hurt, and felt like that was a low blow, but...

“Still you,” both girls answered. Jasper looked at Charlotte in disbelief, though she wasn’t sure why he thought she’d take HIS side, but Piper soon came in to terrorize him anyway, so Hensley was at least free from that distress. But, only a moment later, she had to rush out to work, on a Sunday, no less! Charlotte was suspicious. It wasn’t the first time that Hensley had left her at her house alone, but on a day that her job wasn’t closed and with a ridiculous excuse, piled on top of the fact that non of that feminist word vomit sounded sincere, even to Charlotte, someone who held feminist values very dear and often butted heads with Hensley for being a girl traitor. Once, she even said, “Piper has more Girl Code than you do!!!” And since then, Piper and she had been doing a thing where they call Girl Code, and Hensley can’t participate because she’s a girl traitor… But… Kid Danger made her see the err of her ways? In the midst of a Captain Man failure? “Something’s going on with that girl…” Charlotte mused to herself.

.

Hensley should’ve known that she couldn’t keep this secret for very long from Charlotte. She was too smart. She was as smart as she was cute, but how cute she was didn’t matter right now! She cost Hensley her job… the one thing that she was so fond of actually doing! She wasn’t necessarily GOOD at it, as firmly stated by Jasper, but it mattered to her, and Ray barely gave her a chance to explain herself. He fired her. On the spot. She came to him and honestly told him how her supersmart friend figured it out, and what should she have done? Continued to deny it and make a fool out of herself for trying to fool Charlotte, who knew, at that moment, that it was the truth? Should she have denied it until she was red in the face and Charlotte was consumed by the anger of her grasping so tightly to the lie? Should she have just sacrificed her friend and kept her oath?

The truth was, she had every intention of doing all of that. Of keeping the secret and moving forcefully forward with the lie, but for that moment that she saw that Charlotte knew, she realized that she had her best friend back. There were no more secrets between them and Charlotte wasn’t even mad at her for keeping this secret. She was just curious and felt accomplished that she figured it out. When nobody else did. Nobody else noticed that her hair and Kid Danger’s hair were growing at the same rate. Nobody noticed that they were the same build and size. Nobody noticed that her lies didn’t make any sense. Nobody except for Charlotte. 

Hensley had always liked attention. She was a friendly baby and toddler. She was a class clown in elementary. She was the one that roasted her friends in small gatherings. She had nights that she cooked dinner and days that she hosted the group hangouts. But in her quest to keep her oath and in her mission to be the best Kid Danger that she could be… she had to fade into backgrounds a little. If she was going to be a secret super sidekick, she had to step out of the limelight some, at home and at school. She had to be noticed less and not stand out, even as the gay girl. She let her hair grow out and wore it down, brushed it and pinned it on one side. She wore bracelets on the arm of her Whiz Watch and stopped trying to find cute clothes. Her flannels were fine. She tossed her skirts. She had basically a casual uniform. Regular degular girl with no fashion sense, and a small sense of humor. 

And it hadn’t taken long for kids to forget what they used to think of Hensley Hart. Mitch Bilsky still called her Henry and cackled at how unoriginal he was. Chloe still only kissed her in secret and pretended that she was just one of her friends in public. But, aside from that, everything else for Hensley had to change to fit her new sidekick narrative. Even her relationships with Jasper and Charlotte. She saw them both less and they saw each other more. She knew that they felt neglected at times, but… she believed in what she had committed to. Ray didn’t even ask her any of this. He declared, “You took an oath,” and lost all trust in her because she had one smart friend that she couldn’t bare the thought of leaving out another moment, and certainly couldn’t stomach the chance of losing her to a lie.

Charlotte felt terrible. Hensley was mad at her and they hadn’t actually had a fight since the first year that they met. It sucked, too. There was something very troubling about having Hensley look at her differently. She was still talking to her, but she was sad and sounded depressed and basically let Charlotte know that she blamed her for this. Well, Charlotte could be a lot of things, but someone who lets her friends down was not one of them. She couldn’t for sure tell if it was because she had so few friends in the first place or if it was because Hensley happened to be the single most important person in her life, but at any rate… She quickly took action to make this right. 

Typical smart girl things - research, networking, and calling Hensley to make sure that she got her butt to business and did what needed to be done to save face in front of her kind of obnoxious box, Charlotte was starting to guess, but she’d have to figure that out later. Right now, she had a Hensley to fix.

And YAYYYYY! They saved the day! Well, Charlotte did, anyway. At least led Hensley to it. She couldn’t take credit for punching the guy and capturing him. But, now they both had a job in the Man Cave! She. Was. Working. For. Captain. Man… Who… She couldn’t deny it, was a little bit of a mess. But, she knew that with her around at the very least to keep Hensley on the up and up, maybe, just maybe, she could help out the hero of Swellview too.

.

After they went up the tube, Charlotte screaming and holding on to Hensley for dear life, they came out on the other end, from one of those old walk in phone booths that Charlotte had often passed and wondered to herself, “Why the heck is that thing still standing?” Hensley realized that she was still Kid Danger, checked her surroundings, and blew a bubble to get back into her regular clothes. She stepped out of the booth and reached for Charlotte’s hand. 

Both girls’ adrenaline was still pumping. Charlotte’s because she had just for the first time been propelled through miles of tubing, like some type of amusement park thrill ride, and Hensley because she wasn’t alone anymore. 

To be fair, she adored Ray/Captain Man, but that was a grown man with bizarre habits and less than ideal solutions. Charlotte was her best friend, and the smartest person that she knew. She was always getting her out of trouble and having her back and lifting her up. She threatened to slug her sometimes, and sometimes did take a swing at her, but also… nobody else would have worked to get her back into Captain Man’s good graces and take basically no credit for all of the work she did. She did that JUST because they were friends. Hensley smiled down at her and Charlotte looked at their hands and pulled hers back, suddenly. “That’s enough contact for one day,” she said.

Hensley shrugged her shoulders and they began to walk. “Thank you, by the way. You were right what you said back there. We really DO need you.” Hensley wrapped an arm around Charlotte and they continued walking. Charlotte was going to remind her that she’d JUST SAID that it was enough contact for the day, but… This was pretty comfortable. She didn’t mind just a little bit more contact today. Besides, the adrenaline was still coursing. She needed a nice, leisurely pace right now. 

“You’re welcome,” Charlotte eventually said. She had been walking and thinking. It was unfair of Hensley’s boss to fire her that way and it actually wasn’t really Charlotte’s fault that she was smart enough to figure out the secret, so despite the fact that she felt bad that Hensley blamed her, she didn’t HAVE to do any of the stuff that she did. But, she did it, and she knew she would do it again. In fact, now, it was her job. She would actually be getting paid to take care of Hensley - something she’d sort of been doing since they became friends. She was grateful to have her friend back fully, but she also knew her worth. She deserved that thank you, and it was only polite to respond in kind. 

[frightgothcar]

HEY! Hey, you, reading this!!! I fuckin love writing but what I need to be able to write is a little thing called approval!! If you like this please comment and/or reblog!!!!!!!!!!

Area 51 au thingy. Danny/Wes. Songfic? Not really but the whole idea came from this song. V is based off of @its-towarzysz (main)/ @we-all-horny-here (sanders sides sideblog)/ @cockworktower (dp side blog) you should check them out, they make hella good content. Thanks to all my friends who helped me with motivation/proofreading. Tw for Death, Blood, Guns, and Violence. (Tell me if I forgot anything). I love this pairing and the lack of content sparks deep anger in my soul!! :)) Thanks for reading, enjoy!!

EDIT: Posting this on ao3 also @/godcannotdefeatfanfic 

September 20th, 10:30 am

Area 51

Wes Weston had nothing to live for. Ever since his Mom had gone out for cigarettes on his 6th birthday and never come back his life had been a constant downward spiral. Maybe that was why he was in the middle of the Nevada desert, preparing to attempt to rush a highly armed government facility with a million other suicidal Millenials.  

He fanned his face with his hand. It was over 86 degrees and he was practically melting in his Casper High spirit T-Shirt and blue jeans. He contemplated getting into his pickup truck and blasting the a/c but considering he only had a quarter tank of gas left, and it was a good 20 miles to the nearest gas station, he decided against it. Instead, he got onto his phone and texted his friends for the third time that morning. 

Basketball-Boi: where r yall? its hot.

Phurry: we’re just driving in!! Do u see us?

Basketball-Boi: uhhh whats ur car look like

Phurry: the silver one

Basketball: V there are like a million silver ones what kind of car

Phurry: uhh Val says its called a subaru we’re right by a black car

Red_Huntress: They’re standing on the roof and waving. Can you see us now?

Wes looked up from his phone to see a person, about his age, standing on the roof of a silver Subaru, wearing a black band t-shirt and neon green booty shorts. Their long blond ponytail swished around their face as they jumped up and down excitedly. A girl stepped out of the car and began scolding her friend. She was wearing a matching red pair of shorts, there was black lettering on her backside that he couldn’t quite make out. He began waving back, which only excited the blond more. They lept over the brown-skinned girl and bolted towards Wes.

“Ready to fuck some aliens, Basketball-Boi?” They pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I was born ready!” He laughed, “How are you, V?”

“Pretty gay, thanks for asking.”

Wes opened his mouth to speak but V cut him off with an excited shout.

“Oh! That reminds me!” They slipped their arms out of their backpack straps and dug through the mint green bag for a minute before pulling a pair of hot pink shorts, “I wanted us all to match! Made ‘em myself!”

They flipped the shorts around to reveal ‘100% Nasty’ embroidered onto the ass in black. They then turned around to show off their own message, that read ‘Trash Man’.

“I made one for Val too, c’mon, we have to wear them!!”

Wes grabbed the shorts and held them to his hips. “Is this what you needed my measurements for?”

They nodded enthusiastically, “I was gonna make us team jackets, but that’s so cliche.”

“Huh, I mean, don’t get me wrong, these are… great, but are you sure pink is my color?”

V rolled their eyes, “Of course I’m sure, Wes! Just put them on, you’ll see.”

Wes sighed and walked behind his red truck for some privacy, not that there was much of that, the field was crowded with cars. He pulled down his blue jeans, thankful for the breeze on his legs, and pulled on the shorts. They were a perfect fit, clinging to his waist, and resting on his barely existent hips. The feeling of showing so much skin was odd to him, he’d never worn anything that short in public, but the look on V’s face made it all worth it to him. They didn’t laugh like he’d been expecting them to, instead clapping their hands and going on about how relieved they were that the shorts actually fit. He did a quick turn for them, and they nodded in satisfaction.

“I think it’s about time we caught up to Val, did y’all remember to bring soda?”

“Only the finest Mountain Dew the 7/11 could provide, M’lady,” V grinned. 

“Than shall we be going, M’lord?” Wes held out his arm.

“Indubitably.” V linked their arm through his and they wandered through the crowd, searching for Valerie’s silver Subaru. 

“Wes! V! Over here!” Val called, waving the hand that wasn’t holding a Mountain Dew at her friends. The two of them waved back and jogged toward her. 

“Hey Val, long time no see,” Wes grinned as he pulled her into a hug.

“I missed ya, Weston,” Val reached up to ruffle his hair, but Wes dodged, pulling her into a headlock instead. 

“Missed ya too, Grey,” He gave her a noogie and released her, leaving her free to jump onto him and boost herself high enough to get revenge.

“Aww, adorable! Old lovebirds rekindling an old flame?” V fluttered their eyelashes at their friends, who immediately recoiled.

“Ew, no! Wes? If I had to pick a guy, maybe. And that’s a hard maybe. I’m too gay for this.” Valerie picked up her can from the hood of her car and took a swig.

“Yeah! She’s like my little sister!”

“Hey, I’m older than you!”

“By like two weeks!”

V broke into laughter, “Cool it lovebirds, I’m only joking.”

Val and Wes rolled their eyes at V, who was now on the ground, rolling with laughter. 

“Permission to pour some soda out onto our hilarious friend’s head?” Val asked teasingly.

“Permission granted! Fire at will!” Wes saluted. Val tipped her can enough to sprinkle V with the sticky green drink. They got to their feet, still laughing, and lunged for Val’s can. They knocked it backward, spilling soda all over Val’s shirt.

“EEK,” She squealed, “You’ll pay for this, Trash Man, If it’s the last thing I do!” 

She tried to push the can towards V, but they still had a grip on her arm. They tugged the can back and forth for a few seconds before it crumpled under the pressure.

“Shit!” Val swore, letting go of the can and cradling her palm. “I think I cut myself.”

V dropped the can, game of tag forgotten, and crowded next to their friend. Wes joined their huddle. 

“I think I have a first aid kit in my truck. How bad is it?” He asked.

Val opened her hand to reveal a small, but deep wound on the side of her palm.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, if I hadn’t-” V began.

“Naw, it was as much my fault as yours. Anyway, we were having fun, and it’s really just a scratch. Keep focused on those Aliens, Private!” Val reassured them.

“Aye aye, Captain!”

Wes walked back to his truck, ignoring the stares of passerby. He grabbed his first aid kid (thank god for boy scouts) and walked back to Val’s car.

“So,” Wes ripped open a disinfecting wipe with his teeth and got to work cleaning her hand of blood. “How’s your dad?”

“He’s doing-” She drew in a sharp breath as he dabbed along the wound with a clean wipe. “Fine. The new job’s working out great, he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a while.”

Wes nodded and began wrapping her hand in gauze, “I’m glad. He wasn’t himself when you left.”

“It really all did work out for the better, didn’t it,” V smiled and handed Wes a length of medical tape. “Oh! I forgot! Val, show Wes what your ass says!”

She groaned, “Do I have to?”

V scowled, “Of course you have to, it was your idea!”

“I was just joking!”

“Tsk tsk, I think you’ve known me long enough to know that when it comes to cursed content, there are no jokes.”

“C’mon Val, it can’t be worse than ‘100% Nasty’,” Wes smirked.

V gasped dramatically and feigned offense, “You’ve wounded me! I work so hard, and for what, ungrateful friends?”

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy I’ll show him my ass. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She winked at him before turning to show her backside. Black embroidery spelled out ‘Booty Hunter’.

Wes burst out laughing, which quickly turned to hysteric noises only vaguely resembling laughter, squeals, and snorts with shrieking giggles between them. V and Val couldn’t help but join in. The second one of them stopped laughing someone would whisper Booty Hunter and it’d start all over again. 

“Okay, okay,” Wes gulped in air, “We- hic -should calm down now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Val wiped a tear from her eye, “I am the Queen of Calm.”

V got to their feet and dusted themself off. “Totally calm. Calmer than a… something calm.”

“When does the raid start?” Wes pulled out his phone and checked the time. 12:00.

“Around, 12:30ish, we have time.” V waved their hand.

“I dunno, it’s already 12, maybe we should start getting ready.”

“What do you mean it’s already-” V snatched the phone from his hand, “Huh. Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”

“Wait, get ready for what exactly? I mean, we’re here, we’ve got our shorts on, there’s enough Mountain Dew in my car to drown an elephant, what else is there to get ready?” Val questioned.

“Uhhh, I dunno, stretch?” Wes shrugged, “It just feels like we’re forgetting something. What exactly is the plan for this whole thing anyway? Are there gonna be waves? Do we all go at once? This is a pretty poorly organized event.”

Val shrugged, clearly unphased by the lack of organization, “We’ll just go when everyone else starts running. I’m sure the start of gunfire will tell us when.”

“Look, if it’s making you so worried, we can stretch before. I’m sure everything will be fine. Plus, we all get alien Girlfriends, so it’s a win-win!” V put their hand on his arm. Wes smiled thankfully down at them.

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Yall must think I’m being a nitpick-”

“Not at all! You’re probably right, after all, it must be at least a mile to the base from here, and we can’t let cramps keep us from sweet sweet alien romance.” Val propped her leg up on the hood of her car and pressed her head to her knee, “Plus that’ll give us an advantage over the Kyles.”

V nodded and fell into a lunge, “We’ve been training since July for this, can’t let it get away now because we forgot to stretch.”

Wes bent over and touched his toes, “Thanks y’all, you’re really the best friends I could ask for.” 

The screech of a megaphone rang out through the valley. A voice came through the static, “Raiders! Get into position, we’re storming the gates in exactly fifteen minutes!” 

A cheer broke through the crowd as people began chugging what was left of their sodas and migrating towards the front lines. 

“Well, this is it I guess. If I don’t make it out of the raid, put this on my tombstone.” Wes gestured downward, where he was holding his hand in a circle. 

“Dammit!” Valerie chuckled as Wes gave her a playful punch in the arm. 

“You’ll never take me alive!” V shouted and sprinted forwards as Wes moved towards them.

“On your marks!”

“Wanna bet on that?” Wes shouted back, weaving through the crowd to catch up with them.

“Get set!”

V pushed forward, using their small frame to their advantage, easily losing the taller one in the crowd.

“Raid!”

The mob roared, then began thundering forward, but the deafening sounds of the people were nothing compared to what followed. Thousands of guns began firing at once, hitting everyone and everything in the vicinity. Wes watched with horror as the first wave of people were mowed down right before his eyes. A flash of neon green caught his eye through the carnage. He ran towards his friend, who was standing, paralyzed, next to a few other survivors. He shouted their name, and just as they turned their head another hailstorm of bullets rained down. The first one embedded itself right into V’s chest, right above their heart. Wes sprinted to catch his injured companion, but by the time he got there the life was already draining from their eyes.

“V! V, can you hear me? Don’t go into the light, hold on, ok? You’ve got this, V, answer me!”

He pressed his head to their chest, a weak heartbeat answered him. “It’s gonna be okay. Shhh, you’re okay.” 

Something wet dripped down his face, and he realized he was crying.

“...Wes,” V rasped out, then began violently coughing up blood. Little flecks of red peppered Wes’ face like freckles. “Fuck an alien for me, okay? Can you promise me that?”

Their body went limp in his arms. 

“V? V! V, wake up, please, that can’t be it, please V, you’re only 17, please!” He shook their corpse, but to no avail. V was gone. He closed his eyes and let out a shuttering breath before standing up, still clutching their body in his arms. 

“Second wave! On your marks!” The megaphone blared to life.

The crowd let out another, less confident cheer. After seeing all the carnage most of the raiders were less enthusiastic to ‘see them aliens’. But this time Wes had made up his mind. He was going to make it into that Government facility, and he was gonna burn that motherfucker to the ground.

“Get set!”

He laid his friend on the ground and pressed a kiss to their forehead. If it wasn’t for the massive amount of blood they could’ve been sleeping.

“Go!”

Wes screamed with all the anger he had in him and charged forward. Bullets rained down near him, but this time there were less of them. This time he had a chance. He saw the gate coming closer. He was only 50 feet away, he could make it! He hopped over the fence, ignoring the blaring of sirens, and kept running. He pushed his way into the building, where, surprisingly, there was no security. It looked like they had invested all their soldiers into protecting the outside of the base. His adrenaline rush began to slow down. He dragged his feet down the linoleum hallway, looking at his bloodsoaked hands. 

“What the fuck just happened?” He whispered to himself, still shellshocked. A flicker of light caught his eye. Grateful for a distraction, he turned his attention to what looked like a futuristic control panel. The buttons were labeled in some sort of code, their luminescent surfaces grinning up at him.

“Looking for me, Short-Shorts?” A calm voice echoed through the hall. Wes whipped around, ready for a fight.

“Why so on edge, Ginger? Surely I’m not that intimidating.” It purred.

“Who are you?!” Wes shouted. He winced at the echo. Did he really sound that unhinged?

“On your left.” 

He turned and found himself face to face with the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. He looked about his age, maybe 17. His skin was tan, but had a slight blueish tint, as if he’d been without oxygen for a while. Poking from his tuft of pearly white hair was a pair of blur antenna. He had a small build, maybe 5 feet tall at best, but was floating at eye level with Wes. Speaking of his eyes, they were quite possibly the most gorgeous thing about him. He had eyes greener and glowyer (is that even a word? Either way it was true.) than toxic waste, his pupils were like a cat’s, slit down the middle. He was clothed in a baggy black prison jumpsuit. He looked almost alien. Wes realized with a start that he must be an alien. 

“Are you done staring?” The boy asked, snapping Wes out of his trance. “It won’t be long before the guards realize you’re in here, and I’d rather get out without a bullet hole.”

“I- I don’t- what are you?” Wes stammered.

“I’m Project Phantom, or Danny if you prefer. What’s your name?”

“I’m… Wes?”

[dewitty1]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Padma Patil (mentioned), Andromeda Black Tonks (mentioned), Ron Weasley (mentioned), Teddy Lupin (mentioned), Rita Skeeter (mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-War, PTSD, odd jobs!Harry, Potioneer!Draco, tattooed!Harry, Trans Character, Clubbing, Grimmauld Place, Secrets, references to canonical child abuse, Angst, Happy Ending, Coming Out, Face-Fucking, Rimming Summary:

Since the war, Harry’s been living on the fringes of the Muggle world and alienated from the Wizarding world. Draco’s struggled his whole life to satisfy his father’s idea of what it means to be a “Malfoy Man” in the Wizarding world, never comfortable in the role. Can they help each other find a place where they feel at home?

Excerpt: “You can trust me.” I feel a nervous laugh bubbling in my chest at the idea that I can trust Draco Malfoy—the boy who sold fake stories about me to The Prophet when we were in school—with one of my biggest secrets.

 I look into the serious eyes of the man before me, so close that I can feel his breath on my lips, and the laugh bursts out though I’ve forgotten what’s supposed to be funny about this situation. He gives me a wry smile. “I know, I can hardly believe it myself, but you can trust me, Harry. You can.”

“Okay,” I say. I shift as away far as I can on the couch, still facing him, but with my legs pulled to my chest as a barrier. My toes touch his knees, and he moves his palm to my foot.

“Can I?” he says.

I nod, and he wraps his warm fingers around my bare ankle. I focus on that touch, rather than his face. “As you’ve probably gathered, my childhood wasn’t great. My aunt and uncle didn’t love me, didn’t even like me. I was little more than a House-Elf to them. They fed and clothed me, but just barely. I slept on a mat in a cupboard under the stairs, where they locked me every night. They’d leave me in there so long, that sometimes I’d wet myself. They were so angry about the little that they were compelled to do for me… They told me that my parents were drunks who killed themselves in a car wreck. And that they nearly killed me in the same crash.” I push up the wave of curling fringe that covers my forehead, touch the lightning bolt scar.

“Harry…”

“No, let me finish,” I say, but I’m not sure where to go from here.

All the way back to the shame that I felt upon entering the Wizarding world, thinking that everyone could see that I’d never been loved just by the look of my shabby clothes and scrawny body? To the food that I’d wrap in a cloth serviette after each meal in the Great Hall to squirrel away in my trunk in the dorms? Do I explain how I slept with my wand lit, resting on my pillow, for the first three years of school, because the small space inside my closed bed hangings felt too much like my cupboard? Should I tell him that the first hugs from an adult that I remember were all from Mrs Weasley? Or that Dumbledore, who’d made me feel so special, favoured, had been teaching me to die?

Dumbledore said that the power I had over Voldemort was love, but he was wrong. I was able to defeat him, to walk to my death, because I knew that my life didn’t really matter. And I’ve been hiding from that knowledge ever since. I’ve found love, of course. Hermione and I love each other fiercely, like a brother and a sister. And I love Teddy more than life itself. 

But I've never known what it's like to be truly admired as more than a soldier, a symbol. I've never been the most important person to anyone. Never a lover. Just a body to fuck—rarely more than once. I want to tell Draco these things, but I don’t know if it’s me or the lonely boy in the cupboard who needs to confess. 

More than anything, I’m afraid that I’m still the boy in the cupboard and that won’t be enough for him. For anyone. I put my face in my hands, and my cheeks are wet. I don’t know how I’ve got to this point, crying my eyes out in front of Draco Malfoy in my place of work. I wonder if it’s too late to go back to The Dragon’s Arms and offer to suck his cock in the loo.

“The truth is,” I say, “the boy in the story reminded me of myself in that cupboard without a friend in the world. I finished the book, sitting on this couch, and burst into tears. Aggie, she’s my boss, came over, handed me a tissue and a cup of tea, and asked me if I wanted a job, though I've never understood why. That was six years ago. I think that answers your question? Also, I get a really good discount on books, which comes in handy when buying for Hermione.” I try to force a laugh, but my voice breaks.

Draco leans a little closer, but hesitates, as though he wants more physical contact but isn’t sure if he’s allowed. “Thank you for telling me,” he says.

His words remind me that I said the same thing to him in The Dragon’s Arms, when he talked about his father. “Do you want to tell me anything?” I say. “You mentioned earlier about your father, making you keep things private? About being gay?”

“Harry, I—” He removes his hand from my ankle, straightening up and facing forward. He suddenly looks as tense as he did when he first came out to the balcony, when we first entered the club. A shiver of fear runs up my spine. “My childhood, it wasn’t… That is—” He breaks off again, looks at me with a desperate gleam in his eye. I bring my palm to his cheek, and he closes his eyes for a few seconds before continuing. “There are things that I have to tell you, if we are to keep going. I mean, if you want—”

“I want.”

“Okay,” he says. He takes a deep breath. “Okay, good. But I just want this one night, before I tell you. One perfect night. I don’t want my… I don’t want him to be a part of it at all. Is that okay?” I nod, though I wish he’d talk to me. This night feels surprising, important, but perfect? I’ve got tears on my face, and Draco has a secret big enough that he thinks it will make things worse than they’ve already been. I don’t see how anything can be perfect between us if he can’t give me the trust that I’ve given him, but I can wait for perfect. “I’ll tell you, I promise. Maybe tomorrow? Or we can have dinner next week?”

“Tomorrow’s good.”

He smiles, and lets out a relieved sounding sigh. “Can I kiss you?” he says. “I really want to.”

“Yes,” I say.

He pushes me back against the arm of the couch, and brings a hand to my cheek, his index finger rubbing a gentle circle into the soft spot behind my ear. I lean into his touch, and realise that my eyes are still leaking. What are you doing to me? I wonder. I drop one foot to the floor and he kneels in the space between my legs, arching his long torso over my body, one hand bracing against the arm of the couch. He presses his nose to mine. It’s so tender. I bring my hands to his shoulders, dig my fingers into his flesh. Are you real? He shifts his face so that our lips are touching lightly. I dip my head back, pull him to me, open my mouth to him and he kisses me hard, hard, hard. My lips burn from the scruff on his face, and I know that I'll feel this kiss tomorrow. His hand drops to my shoulder, and a crackle of warm magic rushes through his palm to my skin. Draco’s lips still, and he pulls away. I groan in protest, slipping my arms around his waist to hold him to me.

“Harry, look…” I twist my neck to see my shoulder, where his fingers are running over my skin, sending curls of warmth tingling down my arm. “Your tattoo…”

I blink, sure that I must be seeing things. The closed bud of my blush-red rose has opened—bloomed—the now-vermilion petals quivering each time that his fingers caress my skin. It's a Muggle tattoo—it shouldn't be affected by magic. “That’s impossible.”

“You're impossible,” he says. Draco takes my face in his hands, which are trembling. He kisses the corners of my eyes, the line of my jaw, the tip of my nose to the spot between my brows. He leans into me, hard, pressing his lips to my lips. I breathe him in, pull his tongue into my mouth.

His chest is heavy against mine, and the feeling of being weighted down is glorious. I can't run anywhere; I can't hide.

[jeontaeh]

NINE⁹

Jungkook started sucking on the tip of Taehyung's cock like it was a lollipop, and Taehyung felt so fucking- so full, almost- with a warmth around his cock and fingers in his hole, fucking in and out sloppily."Ha," Jungkook let out with a snarky smirk. "I do win."Taehyung couldn't take it.While Jungkook was too busy sucking on Taehyung's cock, he didn't notice how Taehyung grabbed the packet of lube and poured some of it onto his own fingers. Taehyung bucked into Jungkook's mouth, the younger groaning at that, just pushing his three fingers in deeper.Taehyung smirked, sitting up a little and leaning forward, reaching his hands between Jungkook's thighs and pulling his cheeks apart. "I don't lose that easy, Cherry." He whispered, and Jungkook- who was off his cock- looked at him in confusion, and then felt Taehyung press his finger in.Jungkook gasped out, and his finger movement stopped as Taehyung fit his whole finger in, feeling up his tight hole."A-ah- Tae, m'never done this before," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung cooed, pressing his second finger in slowly. "Thought you were a winner, baby?"Jungkook groaned, not liking how much he was liking the feeling of having Taehyung's fingers pumping in him. "I am! M'not a loser," Jungkook growled, and then slammed his three fingers into Taehyung, seeing the older boy grip Jungkook's arm tightly, whimpering out.Taehyung bit his lip, and then looked at Jungkook through his hair that was falling on his eyes. "You wanna play dirty, baby? Alright-" Taehyung growled, and then slammed his third finger in without warning, and Jungkook gasped.Fuck they slammed right into his prostate. Jungkook felt precum ooze out of his cock, and whimpered too, feeling himself grind down onto Taehyung's fingers. "I-I hate you-" Jungkook stammered, and saw Taehyung smirk, and then bite his lip, concealing a whimper.Jungkook moved forward, and their cocks pressed up against each other, and both gasped out, feeling a need to be dominant but also kind of giving in and liking the rush of being fucked by fingers.This was quite the fucking show, both grinding their cocks against each other, trying to look angry but failing because they had each other's fingers against their prostate."So- f-fuckin' tight- your ass was made for this-" Jungkook growled, all while gripping Taehyung's shoulder and trying to get more of his fingers against his prostate."Shut the fuck up- little-" Taehyung started, and then bucked his hips up needily. "-bitch.""Nnngh- not- not gonna cum before you-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung laughed. "Give up now, baby. I have a longer duration than human males." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook groaned."I-I hate that-" Jungkook snapped. "Your stupid alien dick-" Jungkook said, and then felt Taehyung press their leaking cocks against each other. "S-stupid.""Cum.""No.""Cum!""No!"Taehyung curled his fingers, and started scissoring his long fingers inside Jungkook's hole, and Jungkook tried doing the same in Taehyung, but then Taehyung leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Jungkook's nipple. Jungkook gasped."F-fuck you-" Jungkook cried out, feeling kind of embarrassed as he came all over Taehyung's cock, a little splattering on their stomachs.Jungkook's cock went limp, and he knew Taehyung had to cum, but pulled his fingers out of Taehyung, feeling pliant all of the sudden, wanting to pass out from how intoxicated and full he felt with Taehyung's fingers still in him.Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the bed, and spread his legs. Jungkook whimpered when Taehyug started finger fucking him again, silverish cock still awfully hard."A-are you gonna fuck me?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked at him, saw how he was flopped against the bed, lips apart and eyes dilated, red hair looking redder in the dim light."Nah," Taehyung whispered, and then fucked three fingers in really deep, making the younger boy cry out in oversensitivity. "Not when we're both drunk."Taehyung leaned down, swirling his lips and tongue around Jungkook's nipple while fucking his fingers into him. Jungkook reached his hand down, tugging on Taehyung's cock.It went on for a while, Jungkook to drunk and too exhausted to get hard again or try and dominate Taehyung. So he just lay there and let Taehyung finger fuck him and nip at his nipples wile he just lazily tugged on Taehyung's cock.After what not only felt, but was actually ages, Taehyung came, and spurted all of the silver cum onto Jungkook's stomach. Jungkook whimpered out, feeling a little empty as Taehyung pulled his fingers out, both breathing heavily."Y-you cum a lot." Jungkook said, noticing the amount of silver semen splayed on his tummy. Taehyung giggled in his drunk state."Hm, yeah. S'weird alien thing. I personally think you full humans cum too less," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled too.Both pulled their clothes on lazily, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's shirt and wiping his stomach with it, making the older boy groan.They both cleaned up, and Jungkook flopped lazily on his bed, curling up. Taehyung sighed. "C'mon, Koo, we need to sleep in the control room. Remember?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook whined, burying his face in his pillow."No. I don't confide to these laws that ignore my rights as a human-" Jungkook started, but gasped when Taehyung picked him up bridal style."Shut up." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned, but wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck."M'surprised you can even pick me up with your noodle ass arms-""M'surprised you can even think of topping with your noddle ass di-""Shut up!!" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung giggled, while carrying the younger towards the control room.Taehyung kicked the door of the control open, and Jungkook turned to see- and then both of them screamed.Hoseok was on the floor with Yoongi on his lap and they were making out.Yoongi and Hoseok turned to the entrance and saw Jungkook and Taehyung, and they screamed as well.All four stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide, and then Yoongi said- "If you tell anyone anything I'll tell Namjoon you two fucked on the captain's chair."Both boys huffed. "Dammit, he'll believe you over us any day. Y'know what- we're just gonna go sleep in our rooms." Taehyung mumbled, and then rushed out, Jungkook gripping onto him tightly.Yoongi and Hoseok waited until they heard the footsteps fade away, and then looked at each other."Wanna make out on the captain's chair?" Yoongi asked."Hell yeah," Hoseok responded.And then Hoseok rushed up and sat on the Captain's chair and Yoongi straddled him and they began furiously making out again, Hoseok squeezing his ass. All while the stars shone outside and moons orbited peacefully✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫"Bro if you like, think about it- soda's just crunchy water."

"Yup. Jimin is drunk." Jin said, and Jimin giggled, rolling over and doing a somersault in attempts to sit up straight.

"No no- I am not drunk I am Jimin!" Jimin said, and Namjoon sighed, looking at Jin.

"I told you we shouldn't have opened up the vodka bottles and decided to have 'fun time'." Namjoon mumbled, and Jungkook groaned, drinking his third glass of coca cola infused with vodka.

"I was almost the mother of a whole generation of a half human race, I deserve fun time." Jungkook snapped, and then tipped the glass back.

"Fair enough." Namjoon sighed, and saw how Hoseok had been weirdly dazing out, looking into the wall with dulled eyes, while Yoongi (who had a whole bottle, but no one wanted to say anything) had his head on Hoseok's lap.

"All I'm saying is- soda? Is crunchy. Sparkling water? Tastes like burps." Jimin concluded, and Taehyung huffed.

"I hate that I understand what he means." Taehyung said, and took another few sips of his drnk. Jimin giggled, and Namjoon just mumbled fuck it and down his entire glass.

"Listenn-" Jungkook slurred a little, sitting up straight, on his knees. They were all on the floor of the lounge in the ship, which was made for the people on the ship to relax. "Is anyone else like superrrr horny?" Jungkook asked, and Yoongi scoffed.

"After everything that happened today you're still horny?" Yoongi asked, and Jungkook shook his head. "No I'm not! I'm just- h-orny.. wanna fuck someone." Jungkook flopped onto the floor, and Taehyung sighed.

"Mood." Taehyung replied, and Jungkook flickered his eyes to him.

"Bro- why're you holding my hand?" Hoseok mumbled in his drunk state, and Yoongi, who was holding Hoseok's hand, dropped it, cheeks turning red.

"Sorry." Yoongi said, and Hoseok scoffed.

"That shit's gay." Hoseok mumbled, and then grabbed Yoongi's hand. "Hold it tighter."

Yoongi did a cut gummy smiled giggle into his thighs, and Jimin just sighed, watching as Namjoon and Jin were giggling between each other.

"Y'all so horny and shit. Just fuck already, Christ." Jimin said, gripping a bag of weird alien chips in his hand.

"We're not horny, Pinkie." Jin said, and Jimin pursed his lips. "Yes you all are. You're all little sluts."

"Hey!" Jungkook snapped, frowning. "We're not... little."

Jimin giggled at his response, and then took another sip of his drink, and flopped onto the floor. "M'gonna take a nap. Don't fuck here," Jimin squeaked, and then yawned cutely and curled up in a little ball.

"Goddamn, that's kind of cute." Taehyung said, and then stood up and walked over to Jimin. "Come on, Park. Lemme drop you to your room." Taehyung said, leaning down and picking Jimin up bridal style. Jimin hummed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck.

Jungkook frowned. The other four in the room were still in conversation, so Jungkook stood up and following Taehyung out the lounge. Jungkook rushed up to walk alongside them.

"Tae," Jungkook said, already feeling a kick of needy rushing through him. "Can I- um- can we talk? After this."

Taehyung turned to look at him, while walking towards Jimin's room, and the two boys heard a giggle. "Talk with your dick in his ribcage-"

"Shut up Park. Go to sleep." Jungkook said, and Jimin kicked him in the face.

Taehyung laughed at that, and Jungkook just let out an ow, clutching his cheek. He waited outside Jimin's room while Taehyung took him in and dropped him onto the bed.

Jungkook tapped his foot against the floor impatiently, and then heard some murmuring between the two. Finally, after what seemed like ages to Jungkook, Taehyung walked out.

Jungkook looked at him with darkened eyes for a few seconds, and then allowed his drunk state to take over. He grabbed Taehyung by the shirt and pressed him against the wall, leaning in.

"Don't make me wait, Kim. M'not very patient," Jungkook growled lowly, and Taehyung smirked.

"Neither is your dick with how fast you came last time-" Taehyung retorted, and Jungkook looked away for a second, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek in anger, and then flipped his attention back to the older boy.

"Shut up. Or I'll make you shut up," Jungkook whispered into his ear, and Taehyung gripped onto Jungkook's waist.

"Or-" Taehyung said, pinching his curve. "I keep talking, and you shut up and listen to me, hm?"

Jungkook snickered humourlessly, clearly a rising sexual tension growing between the two. "You still don't get it, do you Tae? I might come off as a little dumb or whatever- but the point is, I like taking control, yeah? So if you could just-" Jungkook started, and then slammed his hand onto the wall beside his head. "-shut the fuck up about me not dominating you, we could get somewhere, and I'd actually fuck you."

Taehyung smirked, no- laughed. "This doesn't bother me. You know this doesn't bother me, right? Baby, I don't think you get it," Taehyung whispered, and then gripped Jungkook's hips and flipped them over, so Jungkook was against the wall now.

"You like taking control? Well I like showing boys like you there place- that place behind under me," Taehyung said, whispering into his ear. "Whimpering, gripping onto the sheets. Doesn't it just sound more fitting, Cherry?"

Jungkook couldn't- no- wouldn't let this phase him, however hard this whole conversation between them was getting him.

"What'd be more sitting would be you on your knees with me cock fitted in your mou-"

"Oh my god!" Jimin yelled from inside his room. "Will one of you man up and just decide to be the bottom?? Jesus fucking Christ- I can hear everything! Go to your own rooms!"

Jungkook and Taehyung both blushed, and they mumbled out quick sorry's and then walked towards Jungkook's room. Jungkook opened his door, and then saw that Taehyung wasn't entering.

"Come in," Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung smirked. "There's only one place I want to come in, and that's you-"

"Tae, don't fucking test me. I'm gonna fuck you, and that's final." Jungkook snapped, grabbing Taehyung by the arm and pulling him into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"The only time I'd let you dominate me, baby, is when you'll ride me. So will you just stop being so stuck up and suck my dick already? Jeez-" Taehyung snapped back, and Jungkook huffed.

Both were dominant. Both fuming. Both were arrogant. Both weren't going to back down until they won. Both wanted to be on top. Also- both were hard as hell and wanted to do something sexual right now.

This could be interesting.

"Y'know what, Tae?" Jungkook said sharply, and then pushed Taehyung onto his bed, pulling the sleeves of his sweater up. "I've had enough of you disrespecting me like this, baby. Just wait until I've got you whimpering my name-"

"Whimpering your name with my dick in your ass!" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook leaped on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

"Shut the fuck up-"

"You shut the fuck up-"

"You let me fuck you or-"

"Or what? You're gonna cum too fact because your little dicky didn't get attention?" Taehyung snapped, and then Jungkook frowned, and sat up.

"M-my dick's not small.." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung suddenly realised he overstepped a boundary in their sexual talk and sat up as well.

"Oh no, Kook, I was just- I was just saying it like that. Don't worry." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook looked at him with big eyes.

"Promise?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded in reassurance.

They both looked at each other for a few seconds with their big eyes and slightly tinted cheeks and heavy breathing- and decided to snap.

"Well god- 'cause my dick will feel real big in your ass, Tae." Jungkook growled, and Taehyung reached forward and slapped Jungkook's ass really hard, making him wince.

"That's cute, baby. But your ass was meant for my cock, darling. I can already tell." Taehyung smirked, and then Jungkook huffed, eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay Tae- that's enough. I'm really horny and wanna do something! Can we move past this talking stuff and get into it?" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung sat up as well.

"Well.. okay, but we both did kinda mean what we said. What do you suggest we do?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook bit his lip, and then placed his hand on his clothed cock, palming it a little.

"Kinda wanna fuck you, Tae." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung snickered, and reached under his sweatpants, taking his hardened cock out as well, stroking the length.

"That's funny, I kinda wanna fuck you too, Kookie." Taehyung said with a smirk, and Jungkook crawled a little closer to him, until he was hovering over him, and Taehyung had his back against the headboard.

Jungkook pulled his boxers down a little too, leaking member springing free, slapping against his stomach. "I've got an idea," Jungkook whispered, and then reached for the cabinet, taking out a packet of lube that was in his drawer.

Taehyung frowned, and Jungkook placed his hand over his mouth before he could speak. "I know. You wanna fuck me. But- think about it, Tae. We're both horny- so just let me have my way, yeah? You'll learn to love it- and we can both be satisfied." Jungkook said with a knowing smirk, and then took the lube in his palm.

Taehyung was about to complain, but Jungkook wrapped his hand around his cock and moved his hand up and down the silvery blueish tan member.

Taehyung tipped his head back to groan, feeling Jungkook moving his hand up and down fluently. He was so fucking horny, didn't have it in him to complain about a handjob.

"Like this, TaeTae? Gonna love it when I fuck you, pup. Gonna love my cock in you." Jungkook whispered, watching how Taehyung let out a chocked snicker, bucking his hips up needily.

"Hm- sure thing. With how nicely you move your hand around my cock, I'd think your ass would do the same, bunny." Taehyung whispered, and then saw Jungkook released the hand, looking at Taehyung cautiously.

"Thought you were smart, Tae." Jngkook said, other hand on his thigh- Taehyung not noticing how he was kinda pulling it apart, spreading his legs. "But you're clearly not if you think I'm not a dom-" Jungkook whispered into his ear, before pressing one finger into his hole.

"Oh- fuck you," Taehyung groaned out, and Jungkook just laughed cockily, seeing Taehyung drop his head down, letting Jungkook press the finger in fully.

"You're tight, Tae." Jungkook giggled, and Taehyung lifted his head up, and only let out a groan in anger and pleasure when Jungkook pressed the second finger into him, both fingers lining up.

"I fucking hate you-" Taehyung growled, and then grabbed Jungkook by the back of his head and pulled it down to his cock. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but Taehyung slammed his cock between his lips.

Jungkook gagged around his cock, and then decided to just keep going and started sucking on his long hard dick, pumping two fingers into his hole, hearing him whimper.

"F-fuck- Ugh- Haven't done this in so long," Taehyung let out, voice growing slightly higher, Jungkook's fingers brushing against his prostate as his tongue swirled around his cock.

Jungkook pulled off his cock, looking at him while breathing heavily. "I win." Jungkook smirked, and Taehyung scoffed. "No you didn't-" Taehyung started, but Jungkook pressed the third finger in, and Taehyung whimpered out.

Jungkook started sucking on the tip of Taehyung's cock like it was a lollipop, and Taehyung felt so fucking- so full, almost- with a warmth around his cock and fingers in his hole, fucking in and out sloppily.

"Ha," Jungkook let out with a snarky smirk. "I do win."

Taehyung couldn't take it.

While Jungkook was too busy sucking on Taehyung's cock, he didn't notice how Taehyung grabbed the packet of lube and poured some of it onto his own fingers. Taehyung bucked into Jungkook's mouth, the younger groaning at that, just pushing his three fingers in deeper.

Taehyung smirked, sitting up a little and leaning forward, reaching his hands between Jungkook's thighs and pulling his cheeks apart. "I don't lose that easy, Cherry." He whispered, and Jungkook- who was off his cock- looked at him in confusion, and then felt Taehyung press his finger in.

Jungkook gasped out, and his finger movement stopped as Taehyung fit his whole finger in, feeling up his tight hole.

"A-ah- Tae, m'never done this before," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung cooed, pressing his second finger in slowly. "Thought you were a winner, baby?"

Jungkook groaned, not liking how much he was liking the feeling of having Taehyung's fingers pumping in him. "I am! M'not a loser," Jungkook growled, and then slammed his three fingers into Taehyung, seeing the older boy grip Jungkook's arm tightly, whimpering out.

Taehyung bit his lip, and then looked at Jungkook through his hair that was falling on his eyes. "You wanna play dirty, baby? Alright-" Taehyung growled, and then slammed his third finger in without warning, and Jungkook gasped.

Fuck they slammed right into his prostate. Jungkook felt precum ooze out of his cock, and whimpered too, feeling himself grind down onto Taehyung's fingers. "I-I hate you-" Jungkook stammered, and saw Taehyung smirk, and then bite his lip, concealing a whimper.

Jungkook moved forward, and their cocks pressed up against each other, and both gasped out, feeling a need to be dominant but also kind of giving in and liking the rush of being fucked by fingers.

This was quite the fucking show, both grinding their cocks against each other, trying to look angry but failing because they had each other's fingers against their prostate.

"So- f-fuckin' tight- your ass was made for this-" Jungkook growled, all while gripping Taehyung's shoulder and trying to get more of his fingers against his prostate.

"Shut the fuck up- little-" Taehyung started, and then bucked his hips up needily. "-bitch."

"Nnngh- not- not gonna cum before you-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung laughed. "Give up now, baby. I have a longer duration than human males." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook groaned.

"I-I hate that-" Jungkook snapped. "Your stupid alien dick-" Jungkook said, and then felt Taehyung press their leaking cocks against each other. "S-stupid."

"Cum."

"No."

"Cum!"

"No!"

Taehyung curled his fingers, and started scissoring his long fingers inside Jungkook's hole, and Jungkook tried doing the same in Taehyung, but then Taehyung leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Jungkook's nipple. Jungkook gasped.

"F-fuck you-" Jungkook cried out, feeling kind of embarrassed as he came all over Taehyung's cock, a little splattering on their stomachs.

Jungkook's cock went limp, and he knew Taehyung had to cum, but pulled his fingers out of Taehyung, feeling pliant all of the sudden, wanting to pass out from how intoxicated and full he felt with Taehyung's fingers still in him.

Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the bed, and spread his legs. Jungkook whimpered when Taehyug started finger fucking him again, silverish cock still awfully hard.

"A-are you gonna fuck me?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked at him, saw how he was flopped against the bed, lips apart and eyes dilated, red hair looking redder in the dim light.

"Nah," Taehyung whispered, and then fucked three fingers in really deep, making the younger boy cry out in oversensitivity. "Not when we're both drunk."

Taehyung leaned down, swirling his lips and tongue around Jungkook's nipple while fucking his fingers into him. Jungkook reached his hand down, tugging on Taehyung's cock.

It went on for a while, Jungkook to drunk and too exhausted to get hard again or try and dominate Taehyung. So he just lay there and let Taehyung finger fuck him and nip at his nipples wile he just lazily tugged on Taehyung's cock.

After what not only felt, but was actually ages, Taehyung came, and spurted all of the silver cum onto Jungkook's stomach. Jungkook whimpered out, feeling a little empty as Taehyung pulled his fingers out, both breathing heavily.

"Y-you cum a lot." Jungkook said, noticing the amount of silver semen splayed on his tummy. Taehyung giggled in his drunk state.

"Hm, yeah. S'weird alien thing. I personally think you full humans cum too less," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled too.

Both pulled their clothes on lazily, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's shirt and wiping his stomach with it, making the older boy groan.

They both cleaned up, and Jungkook flopped lazily on his bed, curling up. Taehyung sighed. "C'mon, Koo, we need to sleep in the control room. Remember?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook whined, burying his face in his pillow.

"No. I don't confide to these laws that ignore my rights as a human-" Jungkook started, but gasped when Taehyung picked him up bridal style.

"Shut up." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned, but wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck.

"M'surprised you can even pick me up with your noodle ass arms-"

"M'surprised you can even think of topping with your noddle ass di-"

"Shut up!!" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung giggled, while carrying the younger towards the control room.

Taehyung kicked the door of the control open, and Jungkook turned to see- and then both of them screamed.

Hoseok was on the floor with Yoongi on his lap and they were making out.

Yoongi and Hoseok turned to the entrance and saw Jungkook and Taehyung, and they screamed as well.

All four stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide, and then Yoongi said- "If you tell anyone anything I'll tell Namjoon you two fucked on the captain's chair."

Both boys huffed. "Dammit, he'll believe you over us any day. Y'know what- we're just gonna go sleep in our rooms." Taehyung mumbled, and then rushed out, Jungkook gripping onto him tightly.

Yoongi and Hoseok waited until they heard the footsteps fade away, and then looked at each other.

"Wanna make out on the captain's chair?" Yoongi asked.

"Hell yeah," Hoseok responded.

And then Hoseok rushed up and sat on the Captain's chair and Yoongi straddled him and they began furiously making out again, Hoseok squeezing his ass. All while the stars shone outside and moons orbited peacefully

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