#it was SUPPOSED to be a short one today and look what fuckin happened

[tiistirtipii]

Day 123 of missing AkkAyan. I was going to pick a different scene for today but I opened episode 10 to find it and got lost in repeating this beautiful moment. Undoubtedly one of my favourite scenes I’m focusing on just the first part of it for now.

It’s their first day at school as boyfriends and Ayan is ready to use that to his advantage. His claim to Akk has been put into words in a way it wasn’t before. Before it was just two shared kisses and comfort they provided eachother and while Akk still can’t admit his feelings Ayan made it so he didn’t have to, he let Akk ‘allow’ himself to be his boyfriend. Sure he asked a few times and wouldn’t let Akk sleep but that let Akk almost hide behind the pathetic excuse that is he was just trying to get Ayan to stop annoying him. Something along the lines of ‘yeah sure I’m totally only agreeing to be Ayan’s boyfriend so he will let me go to sleep not because he makes me feel happier or safer than anyone ever has haha’ and that technique of Akk’s to hide behind being annoyed is exactly what he uses in this scene as well. When Ayan asks him if he misses him at all, Akk’s answer of, “I did! Happy now?’ Is a great example of the deflection he uses to allow himself to be honest. He did miss Ayan but he can’t just say that, that’s lowering himself to Ayan’s very sappy level and Akk is too cool and too repressed for that. Ayan of course is very aware of this which is what makes it work for them. Ayan can annoy Akk into being honest and see straight past the insults it takes to get to that point to see the true meaning beyond 🥰.

The scene itself is very pretty, it’s no ep 7 island scene but the lighting here is beautiful and in light of (haha) the gorgeous photos we got of First in the sun today it seemed perfect to talk about. Ayan’s face shines as well but I can’t tell if it’s because of the sun or how widely he is smiling and I can’t tell if that’s the sun shining in his eyes of if they’re bright with love and adoration.

There are so many little bits and pieces I love about this scene I’ll just start listing them. The audio work at the start and the way you can hear their shoes along the floor and Ayan’s palm smack against the wall. That paired with the quick cut from Akk looking so confused to Ayan smiling so widely as the audio fades away makes that moment especially rewatchable. It seriously scratches some part of my brain. I love Akk’s eyes the whole scene although I love them in every scene. First’s eye acting is unmatched and the way his eyes soften from concerned to shy has me entranced. The way Akk’s hand comes up to grab onto Ayan’s backpack, failing at keeping Ayan away and instead holding him there. Ayan’s mini pout.

Akk’s seconds of consideration before he admits to missing Ayan, probably when he thinks about the benefits of being honest or just denying it or doing a mix of both as said before. Ayan’s absolutely radiant smiles throughout the whole scene as he gets to act as the mushy boyfriend he has always wanted to be. The way Akk pulls Ayan’s hand off from the wall behind him and Ayan doesn’t even hesitate for a second to place it right back. How he doesn’t care at all that Wat and Kan are coming and continues on to ask for a kiss.

There’s the fact that this scene is the last scene shown in the intro yet technically we never get that exact scene from the intro because we don’t get a shot from that angle and Ayan’s hand looks to be completely behind Akk’s head (stopping it from knocking into the wall☺️) but because that scene was in the intro it was something to look forward to.

I remember early on I couldn’t picture Akk and Ayan looking at each other with that much love and it gave me butterflies to imagine that’s the two idiots on my screen who hated eachother were going to get to that point eventually.

There’s more to this scene but I’ll leave that for another day. I miss Akk and Ayan, more and more every day.

[hoshigray]

Okay, here's the problem: this ask was sent to me earlier last week, and I responded to it. However, my dumbass realized hours after I posted that anon meant an nsfw thirst...I'm such a big dummy; please forgive me!!! So yeah, I deleted/archived the reply prior since it contained fluff, and here we are, rewriting a different scenario!!

A/n: Anyways, I hope y'all like this one, and happy jjk s2 release!! My friends and I are gonna be screaming at the top of our lungs throughout the entire episode :3 My hubby Toji is coming home, y'all!!!

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - minors DNI - sexual acts in a public area (grocery store) but no intercourse - grinding - breast fondling + nipple play - biting (Toji nibbles on your ears) - pet names (baby, darlin', kid, princess) - reader being a lil minx, but Toji gets ya back :3 - outside party intrusions, but y'all don't get caught - itty-bitty-tiny bit of degradation (just Toji calling your actions "whore-ish").

Wc: 1.3k

"Mmm, Y/n...Baby..."

"Mhmm?"

"Can I ask why you're grinding y'r ass on me in the middle of the snack aisle?"

The devilish smile on your lips curves up, only answering with more sways of the hips on the older man's groin, resulting in a groan suppressed by him. "What's to ask?"

It's 3 a.m.; everyone should be at home sleeping, getting ready for another day tomorrow. That's what was supposed to happen. But before you could even make it to your bed, you realized you had forgotten to grocery shop earlier today.

In a rush, you grabbed an oversized hoodie to cover up your chest and shorts and headed to the front to put on some shoes. Your boyfriend — Toji — was finishing up watching something on your television before crawling in bed with you. But plans changed when you told him you were going to the 24-hour open grocery store down the street to grab some things, prompting the man to come with you on your walk.

So now you two are in said store, pushing your cart up and down the aisles, grabbing whatever items you need based on your list. And things were going well and smoothly in the first half. That is until you arrive at the snack aisle.

Toji wanted to come to the aisle to grab some chips to leave at your place whenever he comes over — as if he already lives with you. But you don't mind and let the older man grab his snacks while you lean on the cart's handlebar, scrolling on your phone.

When he does grab the packaged item, he comes from behind to place it in the cart. And it's then you feel his jean-covered pelvis brush up on you, the zipper sliding on your shorts.

It's enough for you to stop looking at your phone and think fast, returning the favor by grinding your ass onto his groin. It was an unexpected move on your part as your boyfriend tenses at the action, but you only giggle and faux interact with your phone.

And that's how you ended up here; you pushing your ass onto Toji in a grocery store in the wee hours of the morning. You'd have to admit that you were enjoying tormenting the poor man as he's staying composed behind you, but his big hands gravitate to the dip of your hips to keep you close.

"How're you feeling back there?" You tease the man with playful banter, rocking your hips to create more friction against Toji's pelvis.

The man groans behind you, slowly grinding his hips with yours in unison. "Mmmm, you think y'r so fuckin' sly, huh, kid? Don't think I won't take these shorts of yours clean off and fuck you right here."

You cock a brow at his threat, but that's all it is: a threat. "Oh? Is that so?" You snap your ass right onto his crotch, where you can feel a tiny implication of an erection coming up. Toji hisses and bends down to your ear. "I'm up for that challenge, sir."

"Heh, actin' all whore-ish in the middle of public." His gruff voice in your eardrums gets you turned on even more. "Talkin' all high and big for your own good, princess."

You snicker to yourself and nibble on your bottom lip as you feel him bring a hand to the waistband of your shorts and slide them down slowly.

But the moment is ruined when something in your peripheral moves, causing you to straighten yourself up immediately. Toji is forced to do the same thing due to your immediate change, following where you're looking to see someone come from the corner and enter the aisle — an older woman in her pajamas and a coat.

You cough to clear your throat and act like you're looking at your phone. And Toji sneers, watching you pull back just because another person has entered the space. Hmph. So much for bein' up for a challenge.

The woman sees you two as she ascends in your direction, stopping her tracks by the side of your cart. "Oh my, I thought I was the only one here! What's a pair like you two doing out here in the late hours?"

You reply. "Oh, I could say the same for you, miss! I forgot to do my shopping earlier, so we're here doing it last minute."

"Hmm, I see. I'm in the same boat as you. My kids are supposed to go on a field trip, and I completely forgot all about it! It's tomorrow of all days, and I didn't even have the faintest idea of what to do for their lunches! So, here I am looking through..."

Toji doesn't listen to the woman chatter herself up with you because now he has the perfect distraction. While you give the other your attention, the older man slides a hand inside your his hoodie from behind, and you jerk at the sudden contact of his cold, rough fingers. Oh, you bastard...

"...figured sandwiches would be the best bet for a field trip lunch. Don't you think?"

"Hmm?" You realize the older woman asked you a question, your mind too preoccupied with Toji's hand sliding up your body. "Oh yes, sandwiches should do just fine for a field trip! Perhaps you can pack some chips to go with them."

"Ahh, you're right! I didn't think about that, but what kind of chips exactly?"

"I'd say your best bet would be the big bag filled with an assortment of chips, that way your kids can pick whichever they would like to ta—gasp!"

You're caught off guard by an abrupt grasp on your chest. Toji had his hand now on your breast, his large hand effortlessly cupping the soft mound and fondling it under the hoodie.

Attempting to shield yourself from the other woman, you rest your elbow on the handlebar and slightly turn to your side. You then give your boyfriend a mean look which is only received with a smug grin.

Oblivious, the woman asks in concern. "Are you alright, darling?"

Toji is the one who answers in your place. "Yeah, they're fine. Just a lil headache from stayin' up a too late." His disingenuous response comes out with no hesitation, the perfect lie.

"Aww, poor thing." The other shows sympathy for your false condition. "Well, I'll get going so I don't keep you up longer than you should. Thanks for the help, and drink some chamomile or peppermint tea for your headache!"

"Mmmph! I-I will! Thank you, miss!" You reply before the woman goes on her way, unaware that your whimpers failed to be bitten down as Toji grazed your nipple between his fore and middle finger.

When the woman is on the other side of the aisle, Toji leans down to your ear once more. "Like I told ya, talkin' all high and mighty for your own good."

"Shut up," you bite back, your moans coming through shivers when Toji slides his free hand to grope the other breast left unattended, putting you through more of your clandestine torture.

"Heh, I gotta do something 'bout that smart mouth of yours, brat." Toji bites on your ear, and you're quick to bring a hand to cover up any shrieks that risk leaving your mouth. His hoarse voice slides like honey into your ears, and the throbbing sensation between your legs worsens. "You're the one who was antagonizing me earlier."

"Haaah, mmm, okay, okay, I'm sorry." You hoped your pleas would stop the man from tweezing the hardened tips of your breasts so harshly, but his fingers don't stop as your hands find purchase on his jeans.

As Toji hums low to your ear, he kisses your neck while grinding against you. "Ya know, I was thinkin' of just headin' straight to bed after this. But now," his hands knead your tits in a way that has you almost melting into his hold, lucky enough to have his leg between yours to keep you steady.

"Since you wanna play like a damn kid, I'll make sure you don't get a wink of sleep when we get back, darlin'."

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Mickey’s on house arrest for an eensy teensy crime (a total misunderstanding obviously - Mickey would never.)

At first he thinks he’s gonna go level ten batshit cooped up in their apartment. It’s not that he doesn’t like the home they’ve made for themselves, it’s just he’s a man who needs enrichment in his enclosure and everyone knows it.

Ian finds himself “breaking” things on the downlow so he can subtly float a “hey could you look at the ___ today? I think it’s busted” over their morning coffee. He's not coddling him, he just likes knowing Mickey will have something to do while he’s at work besides pace the halls and make trouble for himself out of sheer boredom.

The first week is rough. But by the next week, things have evened out considerably for Mickey. He’s clearly found a passion in something, because Ian will come home and Mickey’ll be outside on the balcony, more or less where he left him that morning. And he’s pretty sure it’s not the tomatoes he’s got potted out there.

Ian doesn’t wanna pry, especially since Mickey’s found something that works for him. But he’s a curious being. So when he comes home the next day, he decides to follow after the sound of his beautiful house-arrest husband on the balcony.

“Ha… Dumbass…”

“Who is?”

Mickey quickly turns to him as Ian steps out, joining him at the rail for a welcome home kiss.

Or…rather, Ian is kissing and Mickey is grumbling against it. “No one…”

“Mm?”

“Home early.”

“Yeah,” Ian smiles, glancing curiously at the green-space that the balcony overlooks, “got done pretty quick today.” There’s no one there. Just a couple squirrels darting around by the bushes.

Mickey nods, taking a long drag from his cigarette. 

He’s clamming up. 

Ian definitely struck something.

Silence floats between them, Ian taking the cig for himself. And he almost lets it go until it happens - movement, Mickey’s eyes darting to it down below.

Ian follows it. Hears himself huff a laugh as he watches a squirrel tear at lightning speed to the bush across the way. “Fast little fucker.”

“Gonzales…”

“Huh?” Ian turns to him. 

But Mickey refuses to meet his gaze. “Speedy Gonzales,” he says. Very cryptically.

And Ian…doesn’t know what to do with that. He chuckles, teasing, “What, you out here namin’ the squirrels, Mick?”

Another handful of seconds float by them in complete silence. Avoided eye contact.

…oh.

Wait.

Holy fuck, he’s out here naming the squirrels.

“You got somethin’ to say, wise guy-”

“No!” Wow - no - Ian doesn’t-… It’s just how the hell is he supposed to process something this endearing in such a short time span? “No, baby - nothin’ wrong with it.” Oh no, his house-arrest husband is cute?? “I mean, Speedy Gonzales - you really nailed it, ya know?”

Beside him, Mickey’s shoulders are starting to deflate from where they’ve ratcheted up in defense mode. Not all the way, but starting at least. Ian thinks they should probably leave it at that for now, but then miraculously, he’s talking again. “Got no fuckin attention span… Been lookin’ for the same shit he buried since Monday.”

Ian takes it in with a carefully constructed expression, “Oh yeah?” no smile to misconstrue or anything. “Where’s it at?”

Because Mickey knows, doesn’t he?

“Big tree,” he nods to it, “right side.”

Holy fuck, Ian is so in love with this man.

“Almost got it before you came out.”

“You think I scared him off?”

“Nah, he’s a real dumbass. Probably woulda dug two times and then ran off somewhere else.” And then, like he didn’t just make Ian’s heart absolutely rock hard, he turns to the door. “Fuckin’ starvin’ - you bring anything home?”

They have sandwiches and potato chips and Ian practically has to eat his hands to stop himself from asking more questions about his husband’s squirrels.

On Saturday morning, Ian joins him outside to water his tomatoes and then lingers, eager for any tidbits Mickey might drop on his own. 

In the grass below, a squirrel clambers over a pile of dirt and then begins a session of quick digging, bringing a smile of recognition to Ian’s face. “Hi Speedy.”

“That’s Rat Tail,” Mickey corrects from his chair.

Oh. Right. “How can you tell?” Ian asks stupidly. Because all it takes is one look with his own eyeballs to note the thinning end of this particular squirrel’s tail. “Ah.” Rat Tail. Got it.

And so begins the introductions, the two of them sipping coffee as Mickey leisurely explains the lore to him. Ian didn’t realize squirrels lead such a rich, fulfilling life, honestly. Who could’ve known? 

Mickey, of course, his feet propped up on the railing and his ankle monitor blinking away while he points out new characters seemingly every morning.

“That’s Scratch.” and “That’s Little Bitch.” and “Damn, I thoughtchya kicked the bucket, Rabies.”

Each name takes its place on Ian’s mental list.

“That one’s Allen,” Mickey says once.

To which Ian simply has to ask, the fact that he shares a name with their neighbor surely no coincidence. “What? Why?”

“He’s short ‘n ugly.”

“Got it.”

By the start of the next week, Ian feels caught up on the ins and outs of the squirrel lore. But just like with his husband, there’s always something to learn.

“Hey Mick, is that one new?”

Mickey flicks his eyes up from his phone, identifying the squirrel on the fly. “Nah, just hasn’t shown up for you yet.” Ah. “That’s Little Fucker.”

Ian nods. Interesting. “Are Little Fucker and Little Bitch related?”

“I dunno. Think they’re bangin’ each other, though.”

“Of course.”

Ian sees himself and Mickey in Little Bitch and Little Fucker.

Week Four hits, and Mickey is starting to wonder why he ever dreaded house arrest so much. It’s really not all that bad, especially when he’s got a caring husband who gives a shit about his-

“MICKEY!” comes Ian’s voice, fucking tearing through the apartment and launching Mickey into a startled fumble and ‘the fuck’ with his wet towel. “MICK GET THE HELL OUT HERE - QUICK!”

He’s dripping wet and ten seconds away from making a b-line to the gun drawer, but when he sees his husband’s face practically pressed up against the screen door, his look of sheer excitement is contagious.

“The fuck?” Mickey snaps, keeping the towel around his waist, “The hell are you out here-”

“It’s Speedy, Mick!” Ian beams, opening the door for him and pointing dramatically toward the green-space. “He’s getting it! He’s gonna get it, finally!”

Mickey shuffles over to the rail, the history that’s being made making his blood run hot when he sees it with his own two eyes, Speedy Gonzales digging frantically at the exact spot that he’s been too much of a dumbass to check for a whole month.

He and Ian grow deathly still. Wait with bated breath. 

And then…finally…after weeks of anticipation…

“Oh my god,” Ian grins, both of them watching Speedy Gonzales stuff the acorn into his mouth and then dart for cover under the bushes.

“Well whaddaya know - stupid fucker actually did it.” About damn time.

Beside him, Ian wrangles Mickey wetly into his side, processing the moment proudly. Silence may float between them, but it’s positively electric. Fiery. And when Ian glances down with him, Mickey knows the exact look in his eyes.

“You bricked up right now?”

Ian nods, swallowing thickly.

Speedy Gonzales is left to eat in peace as the two of them push their way inside, eager to celebrate the rush Little Bitch and Little Fucker-style.

[noroi1000]

F**k your fav 14 - Threesome

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Threesome?😏🍆🍑🍆😏

Summary: It's finally that time, right? Satoru had a plan to finally give you a moment with Suguru. That's why it's finally going to happen...

Warnings: Threesome sex (double penetration)

You were at home with Satoru, and your kisses were getting more and more heated. His touch on your skin felt so hot. You wanted to take a bath together. Together, your bodies would be pressed against each other. You felt like doing it, especially after his hands reached between your legs. You thought he forgot this day was coming. You hoped nothing bad would happen today. Because you couldn't forget that today was supposed to be the day you would have a threesome with Suguru. He was in your house. You knew he was somewhere. Basically, Satoru was supposed to tell him when you were ready to start. He didn't have much to do that day, so he took his time. And unlike you, he was quite calm.

On the way you undressed. When you touched the bathroom door, you were already wet from his fingers prodding your entrance through the fabric. His cock was already half-hard as you felt his hips thrust against you. But when you entered the bathroom, you saw something you didn't expect. Suguru was taking a bath. And you were afraid that if he saw you. Or rather, you were afraid that he would see you. You were only wearing pants and had your hands on the back of Satoru's neck, looking at the steamy shower window.

You wanted to step back so as not to disturb him. But Gojo had other plans. Deliberately doing everything he could to make sounds, he pressed against your body.

Everything was just as he planned. He knew from the beginning that Suguru was taking a shower. And that meant you could start there. After all, no one will bother you anyway. Threesome in the shower? Maybe if you wanted?

But he preferred to take care of everything when you were all almost naked, and invite Suguru to join you. So the moment he took a shower was perfect.

"Satoru –." you murmured softly to tell him to change your position, but he started kissing you, and suddenly he slapped your ass with his open hand, causing a hard slapping sound.

You moaned into his mouth, pushing a little to get out of the bathroom.

"Let's go– mm!"

"Do you really think I don't know that you're doing this on purpose?" He said this as he turned off the water, leaving the cabin. He tied a towel around his hips.

"Suguru." You said it with a small blush.

You didn't do it on purpose! It's Satoru! It is his fault! You didn't want to disturb him while he was taking a bath!

"Now that you've finished showering... Come to the bedroom right after you dry off!" Satoru suddenly called, throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bed, laying you there with a devilish smile.

Ripping off your pants, he started playing with your entire body.

"Mochi, do you think you can take both of us?" the white-haired man asked you, kissing your breasts as he rubbed your clit.

With small grunts, you considered answering him. Because you have no idea. And you enjoy watching Satoru moan as he lies beneath Suguru, taking his length while the pink cock dangles between his legs or rests on his stomach. Satoru loves watching Suguru's cock disappear into your tight pussy. And he also loves to fuck you. Watching you moan as he stood next to you was beautiful.

It wasn't a bad thing that he recorded a short video when you weren't looking.

This was another difference between Gojo and Geto. Gojo was disturbing your privacy. He was everywhere, invading your space.

"I don't know what exactly... Ah..." you moaned as he inserted his fingers into you.

"Answer me, darling. Because I know you can do it." he asked, quickly pushing his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

This caused your thighs to move against his hand to gain more friction. Basically, the faster you come, the wetter you will be. This means that it will be easier for you to endure hard fucking. Even though you both could fuck right now and wait for him to come, Satoru prefers to prepare you for what's coming. Oh, what's going to happen here is going to be the wildest.

"Everything that happens here will be for us." He laughed, lifting you by your legs and sitting you on his thighs. He lifted your hips to insert his cock into you.

Satoru's tip brushed against your entrance, and he pushed your body down too quickly, sighing loudly into your boyfriend's shoulder. Satoru sighed, feeling your walls around him.

You glanced sideways at Suguru who had just entered the room at that moment, clearly watching Satoru's balls press against your body as you sat on him.

"We're already waiting for you to join." Satoru purred, moving your hips up and down.

"So good. I didn't know you guys would be like little whores." He laughed.

You saw him close the door sharply and turn the lock. Does this mean that he prevents you from escaping? What the fuck is going on here?! What is this??! What's going on here?! You feel more like you're about to get raped by a beast than like you're about to have a threesome! But it basically means the same thing with these two...

Satoru and Suguru... This kind of thing is normal for them...

As you ground your hips, moving your body on the cock, you were suddenly grabbed by your arms.

"You really did this on purpose to start this game, right?" he whispered into your ear, lightly biting your earlobe.

"Yup."

"I... I don't!” you whined, holding Suguru's hand in yours.

"So this was Satoru's plan?" he chuckled. Then he whispered in your ear. "But I know you like this turn of events too. You're just afraid to admit it. You want to be fucked, right?"

Yes, you want. Especially when he said it in such a voice... And now you're sure that Satoru participated in this to tell him exactly what you like. Even before, you couldn't imagine that Suguru's voice could excite you so much!

"Suguru." Gojo exclaimed, handing him something, one hand on your hip, pushing you down his cock. "Until you are completely hard, you have her ass. Maybe she'll be more used to it?"

"Huh?!" You moaned, looking at his blue eyes full of lust and amusement.

The only double penetration you had was Satoru's cock and a dildo! But it wasn't the other guy! Moreover, you have to take two penises of this size?! How?!!

But you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to this threesome.

You were supposed to say whether you agreed or not right after you had sex with Suguru. You were so distracted and soft after two orgasms that when they asked you about it, you didn't understand what was happening around you.

And you agreed. Because it was so good.

Your mind swirled around the memory of a beautiful feeling. This sex was very pleasant. You loved this feeling. And your perverted part of your mind then spoke for you. And knowing that a threesome could be a combination of two very pleasant experiences, you agreed.

And now you felt lubricated fingers opening your ass to then press into you.

It wasn't the first time you had a cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass. To be honest, Satoru likes to try everything. The important thing is that you agree. Or he has a feeling that you will agree to it. Just like this moment.

While you were cuddled up to Satoru, you lay on his chest, waiting for what was about to happen. And when you lay there completely, with your ass sticking out, you knew it was about to happen.

You'll soon be stuffed to the brim with cocks...

Suguru and Satoru didn't mean to hurt you. After all, you were close to them. They didn't mean to hurt you. But just like Satoru, who knows the limits of your body, Suguru didn't know that. That's why he was even more gentle when he put the condom on his semi-hard penis. And he began to press into you, clearly listening to how your body reacted. He listened to your sounds and also tried to feel all the tremors of your body. Not to hurt you. It was a really good move to enter you before he was at his maximum size. It's certainly easier for yourself now. Besides, when he has an erection completely, he will already be inside you, and it will be easier for you to get used to him.

"You okay?"

"Mhm..." you muttered, your face pressed into Satoru's shoulder.

You were wet. And you also didn't fight the feeling of them being inside you. You let them move inside you. You let them feel pleasure inside you, knowing that they would make you feel good.

Your buttocks were pressed against Suguru's hips as he began to move, and you moaned as he became bigger.

You did so well. You were so incredibly tight. Now much more than before. The fact that you are filled on both sides shows what you experience perfectly. You're so tight, but you're taking it so well. The movements of two lengths inside you make them feel good too. They don't even have to move hard to feel like they're in a phase of ecstasy.

However, they liked to play a little rougher.

Satoru started thrusting into you from below, hitting your wet pussy harder. Not to be left behind, Suguru began to move into you faster.

The way it looked from a different perspective was probably strange. Maybe even sexy.

You, bent over, lying on the chest of the only man. Your hips are positioned so that he can easily push into you. You lay there while two cocks spread your poor holes.

"T-oru...."

"Don't you sound so sweet? You make beautiful sounds when you take two cocks!"

And you expected that they did it on purpose.

They giggled to let you know they liked it.

While your face is completely fucked and you moan with tears in your eyes at the intensity.

You wanted to cum. The strange feeling was mostly pleasant. You were held by two sexy men who were taking care of the lower half of your body. They were beautiful, and their bodies felt so good. That's why you wanted to cum. You wanted to put your body on the line of orgasm so that they could give it to you in a moment.

But Suguru suddenly backed away, lightly slapping your ass.

You let out a disappointed moan, looking at him with sad eyes. Horny, sad puppy?

And then you were even more disappointed when Satoru did the same, backing away. Taking you off his cock.

"Don't worry, baby." He said it with a smile. You stopped worrying about not having an orgasm a bit when he said that. But still...

Suguru removed you from your boyfriend, kissing your neck a little before placing you on the warm spot where Satoru lay. Your back touched the soft bed, and your legs were spread out. And they both stared at your dripping juices.

Satoru handed Suguru the bottle of lube again while he removed the condom.

They must have given each other some silent signal about changing positions. Because you didn't hear them say anything. Or your mind is only focused on pleasure. Both options were possible.

The fact that they switched places like that meant only one thing...

Your pussy was filled with Satoru's cock once again. And you enjoyed being filled. And Satoru was lying on top of you, kissing you passionately. While Suguru poured lube down his length and onto Satoru.

Even though this time they weren't playing rock, paper, scissors to find out who was on top, they figured it out. Satoru is too jealous to let Suguru be the only one who has a dick or hands on his girlfriend. That's why he prefers to fuck you while Suguru towers over him.

It was good enough for him to agree to it.

So you lay on your back with your legs spread wide to the sides as the dark-haired man held one of your knees. Above you was Gojo, who was panting against your neck, pushing lightly into your body. Shaking. And behind him was Suguru kneeling, holding one hand on his hip, and pushing into him, giving him double sensations.

You can come just by fucking your pussy. Because of the pressure your warm walls provide, but you can also cum from another cock pounding into you from behind, sliding over the sweet spot that feels so good. Both could have made him come. And combined together, they were giving him too much pleasure. He loved this feeling. And that's probably what he really meant when he thought about threesomes. It felt so good, but overwhelming.

To have such an intimate moment with the two most important people to him? That's it.

Even though the next few minutes passed, he groaned loudly, biting your shoulder and filling you to the brim with his seed. As Suguru continued to hit his hips, causing his length to move, you came, your walls sucking in the white-haired man's softening, sensitive length..

Grunting, Suguru came, thrusting a few last times before pulling out of the white-haired man, watching his cum leak out slightly. It was the same with Satoru. He pulled out of you to see a large amount of his cum flowing from your quivering hole.

"Round two?" He asked, patting your thigh.

Maybe let him decide first what his favorite type of sex is?

[gaybananabread]

♪*✧⁠Ramshackle Day Off✧⁠*♪

~It’s official: I’ve gained yet another hyperfixation. I absolutely LOVED the pilot for Ramshackle; the trash goblins grabbed my focus. So, as with all my faves, they’re getting the special treatment. If this is your flavor of interest, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Stone

Lers: Skipp, Vinnie

Summary: Stone’s having one of his emo moments, feeling down and not even cracking his usual half-smile. Skipp and Vinnie decide to help, using the one method they know will always cheer up their grungy friend. 

Warnings: alcohol/cigarettes mentioned! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In their slum alley, the three lovable scraps lounged about, enjoying one of the very few days where they didn't have to fight to survive.

Vinnie had hit the motherload that morning in a dumpster: an entire case of Hickory Smoked Beans, just past their expiration date. It was a Ramshackle miracle.

Since they didn't have to forage for money or food, the trio could take a sort of off-day. While Vinnie and Skipp were lounging and making the most of it, Stone couldn't help but feel morose.

Sure, they had enough food for a few days. But what happens after that? What would they do when they ran out and had to go back to their normal pattern? What if they couldn't get enough, and not even shoes could sustain them?

He'd usually just chug a bit of liquor to calm those thoughts, but it didn't seem to be doing much. Life felt…impossibly meaningless. Like no matter how hard they tried, the universe would continue to put them in their place at the very bottom.

Stone had a particular look when he got into those moods. His eyes seemed distant, he sighed more, and a bottle of some cheap, scavenged liquor was always nearby. 

While looking for some fabric to patch his newest jacket hole, Skipp noticed his friend's sullen attitude. It wasn't a rare sight, by any means, but it still worried him to see Stone so upset. 

“Hey…you alright, Stone? You seem kinda out of it.” Skipp kept a respectful distance, not knowing if his friend was in a touch-positive mood or not. He extended a hand to silently ask if touch was okay. Stone shrugged, taking a swig from his mystery bottle. 

“Aren’t we all? ‘re we ever really in it, or are we jus’ waitin’ for death to find us and put us in our final place?”

“Uh…okay?” Skipp patted the emotional man’s head before scooting away, going to find Vinnie. She would know what to do…probably.

Vinnie was lounging on one of their make-shift nests when Skipp found her. She groaned, stretching as she sat up from the pile of ratty blankets and coats.

“What is it now? Today’s supposed to be relaxing,” she whined, running a hand through her unruly hair. Skipp pointed to their drunken, miserable-looking friend. “Stone’s in a sad mood again.”

“Fuckin’...course he is. The one damn day we get off…” Vinnie grumbled, dramatically hauling herself completely out of her semi-comfortable nest. “He okay with touch?”

After the blonde nodded, she marched over to Stone, waving for him to do the same. Instead of greeting him, she straddled the dejected man, squeezing his hips.

“GRK- Vihihinnie! W-whahat the hehell?!” Stone dropped his bottle, hands flying to grab Vinnie’s wrists. He was drunk, though, so his fight wasn’t a very effective one.

Skipp blushed, his eyes widening. Vinnie’s fix was…tickling him? The optimistic guy never could handle watching tickle fights without getting flustered, but now…

It looked fun from both perspectives, and Stone was quite upset. He was pretty sure his mind would behave and let him wreck his friend for one.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re cheering you up!” Even though his cheeks were still rosy, Skipp joined in, spidering his short nails on Stone’s kneecaps. It would almost certainly come back to haunt him later, but he didn’t really mind; that was a sort of bonus.

“Yep. It’s too good of a day for that depressing bullshit. You need to learn how to smile, ya mopey shit.” Vinnie was a bit less sweet, but there was a kindness in her salty words. She really cared for Stone, even if he was a depressing asshole sometimes.

“Guhuhuys! Fuhuck ohohohoff!” Stone squirmed and twisted under Vinnie, feeling the four evil hands on him. He squeezed Vinnie’s wrists, though he wasn’t exactly trying to shove her off. This wasn't lost on his friends.

“Aww, you like this, don’t you?” Surprisingly, Skipp was the one to tease him. It wasn’t exactly meant to be one, but that’s what it felt like to the giggling man. He groaned through the happy sound, covering his face with one hand. 

“Holy shit, Skipp. I think you’re right!” Vinnie chuckled, though she already knew that was the case. It was hardly the first time she’d used the method to get Stone to quit moping, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. He needed to smile more.

“Wonder what happens if I go here…” Vinnie clawed at the back of Stone’s ribs, making him snort and start cackling. It was his worst spot, and she knew it. “Oh. That. How cute!”

Was that a bit mean? Maybe, yeah, but Stone seemed like he was writing gothic poetry that morning. The shithead needed to laugh that Ramshackle sadness off.

“’M NOHOHOT CUHUTE!” Stone was practically losing it at that point. Skipp had decided to move to the undersides of his knees. That combined with the backs of his ribs was almost more than he could handle. Almost.

“VIHIHINNY! GEHE’ OHOHOHOFF’A THEHEHERE!” Stone writhed, arching his back to try and avoid her fingers. He kicked his legs, but that was pretty much useless when she was on his thighs. Skipp had free reign of his lower body, and Vinnie was practically unstoppable up top.

“But I like it here! You look like Maggot with all that squirming, dude.” She mentioned their angelic friend, trying to get him blushing more. His cheeks were pink, but Vinnie wanted more. She knew how red he could get.

“Oh yeah, he does!” Out of Stone’s view, Skipp giggled, making Stone groan. That little ball of sunshine just had to comment on everything, didn’t he? Stone cared for him, of course; he just wanted to lovingly strangle him sometimes.

“You know what eats maggots, Stone?” He flipped the blonde off, but Skipp didn’t mind. The next few seconds would make up for that. “Jumping spiders!”

Skipp clawed his hands, switching spots every few seconds to spider each area on his legs. It was kinda dumb, but scientifically accurate. That, and it tickled like crazy.

“SKIHIHIHPP! IHIHI- PFFAHAHAHA!” All protests died, swallowed up in loud, throaty cackles. His nerves were practically on fire, his thoughts drowned out by his own laughter. It was finally too much.

“EHEHENOHOUGH!” Stone yelled through his mirth, patting Vinnie’s shoulder. She immediately pulled away, Skipp following suit. Vinnie climbed off, giving him a second. 

Stone immediately curled in on himself, turning into a giggly pill bug as he recovered. “F-fuhuhuck youhu guhuhuhuys…” 

Vinnie chuckled, used to his profanities. She knows they usually mean he had fun, but was still a bit salty. Skipp, however, was concerned they’d crossed a line. “Stone? Did we go too far?”

The man huffed, swallowing another bout of giggles. His composure was mostly back, the thin line of his lips showing a ghost of a smile. “Nah, yohou’re fine. Youhu suck, thohough.”

Rolling her eyes, Vinnie nudged the giggly man’s shoulder. “Ah, whatever. You were being a downer, and you know it.” 

Stone lovingly flipped her off and grumbled something under his breath. Skipp pulled both of them into a hug, and for once, Stone didn’t pull away. He’d never admit it, but the embrace felt nice at that moment.

“C’mon, guys. Let’s enjoy our day off!” Skipp’s attitude remained bright as ever. Stone opened his mouth to argue, but huffed and shook his head. 

“Fine. I’m taking Vinnie’s nest.” Stone sauntered over to the pile of cloth, smirking at Vinnie’s near-instant outrage.

“Hey! Get your own rags, Nevermore!” The two started playfully wrestling, fighting over the nest Skipp knew they’d end up sharing. He leaned against the wall of the slum alley, watching his friends and taking in the happiness they both now felt.

Yep. Perfect Ramshackle day off.

[theloveoftoms]

one hell of a pilot - maverick x reader

summary: after a recent breakup, your long-time friend goose suggests you join him and the others at a bar off base. maverick and you forge a meaningful connection <3

a/n: hello babes, guess who's back from her far too long hiatus, this girl! I started writing this a few weeks ago, and I finally finished it. I hope you all enjoy, I know writing it was a blast! I have my poetry final today, so wish me luck lolz. have a great day :)) - xoxo mac

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: alcohol consumption, shitty ex-boyfriend, language ;0

Today had been a rough day. Training at Top Gun had increased to a new level of difficulty. With each new assignment and flight training demanding a new level of grit and determination to accomplish. And it certainly didn’t help that your heart was still in the process of mending from the pain caused by your most recent boyfriend, well, now I suppose, ex-boyfriend. 

The day at Top Gun was finally over, and the thought of coming home to your single-unit pleased you in the moment, but you knew damn well, that the second you got back to your apartment, the dread of it all would sink in. 

So, after a shower, and a luke-warm beer that you had forgotten to put in the refrigerator, you found yourself perched on the arm of your living room couch, fiddling with the remote that never seemed to work, but probably just needed batteries. You found some shitty action movie on tv and ate a plate of strawberries as the sound of fast cars and men with Floridan accents became a comforting lull in the background.

Your night, or at least how you had planned it, would consist of, 1) the second half of this shitty movie 2) the leftover chicken quesadilla you had waiting for you in the refrigerator and 3) the cheap thriller novel that you had found at the drugstore last week. What you didn’t anticipate happening, was the doorbell ringing promptly at nine, just after you had finished your dinner.

So, you pulled yourself up from the couch, and on the way to the door, when you passed a glimpse of your reflection in the hallway mirror, you debated grabbing a cardigan or a blanket or something to cover up your sloppy look. You were wearing a navy-branded t-shirt (courtesy of your days at the academy), and pair of biker shorts that appeared to be non-existent as they hid beneath the excess material of the mens tripple-XL shirt. But the closer you got to the door, the further that thought was in your mind, and you decided, that whoever was on the other side of the door would just have to deal with your post-work image.

“y/l/n,” Goose stated confidently, a hand resting on his hip, “you busy tonight?”

Your posture relaxed when you realized who it was; the man you practically grew up with. 

You deadpanned and gestured to yourself, “does it look like I’m busy Bradshaw?”

Goose shrugged, not entirely sure how to reply to that retort of yours.

“What do you need Goose?” You asked nonchalantly, both wanting and not-wanting to get back inside to the comforts of your sofa.

“A couple of the guys and I are going to grab drinks at the Duke and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?”

You gestured to yourself again, “Does it look like I’m fit to go to a bar Nick?”

“It looks like you need a pair of fuckin pants,” he said jokingly, which earned a slap to his bicep.

“I know things haven’t been great for you lately y/n,” Goose said, “with Brett and all.” 

Brett. Just hearing his name brought an unwanted surge of pain through your chest. Specifically, the surge of pain that you had been trying to push away for the past couple of weeks. You didn’t cry about him anymore, in the daytime that is. But at night, when you would lie in bed beneath the darkness of the moon, missing the presence of having someone to curl into, the tears would come, and they would temporarily make an impression on your pillowcase. But as you slept it off, the tears would dry, and you would wake up the next morning feeling mostly okayish.

“And I think,” Goose said, bringing you back into reality from the facade of memories that you had been reminiscing upon within your mind just then, “if you came out with us tonight, you’d have more fun than you would here,” he said, gesturing to your townhome, “spilling a tub of ice cream all over yourself while you sit alone with the lights off.”

Way harsh Goose, you thought to yourself. But he did have a point. You hadn’t been out in forever. The last time you actually went and got drinks like a proper twenty-something-year-old was with your parents when you relocated to San Diego for your position in Top Gun. And that was just at some locally owned Mexican restaurant that happened to have a bar inside. Maybe it would be good to get back out there?

You rolled your eyes, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

So, as Goose, your childhood best friend stood in your kitchen, washing the plate you had used to eat your chicken quesadilla, you were busy in your room getting yourself ready for the evening. You dressed yourself in a lacey black tank top that looked only slightly like lingerie, but didn’t if you wore it tucked into a pair of straight-cut jeans and wore it alongside a pair of low beige heels. As you ran a comb through your wavy hair, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror.

Sure, it was a pretty typical outfit that other young women of your age wore when they went out for drinks, but it was cute. And it did provide you with the security of looking  just like every other woman. Thats exactly what you wanted to appear to be; just like every other woman. Brett had dumped you because you weren’t ready to settle down with him. You weren’t ready to move in, you weren’t ready for marriage, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for children. Brett wanted you to finish up Top Gun and then lie low for a while, putting your career aside. “Be realistic,” Brett had said, “This pilot shit can’t last forever. Maybe look at getting a different job, one thats more feminine?” 

Your career was very important to you. You had worked so hard to climb the latter that that is the United States Navy. Your career was the highlight of your life. It was everything you had ever worked towards. And you weren’t going to give that up. And as much as you hated to admit, the reason of your recent break-up, had been affecting your ego ever so slightly.

So tonight, as you admired your curves in the mirror, and put on some mascara, you told yourself that you were just like every other woman.

…

“This better be worth it,” you grumbled, shutting the door to Goose’s Bronco, scanning the beach-side dive bar with your eyes.

Off in the distance, the evening tangerine hue was beginning to creep up and onto the horizon, putting the day to sleep in preparation for the night. And alongside the dimming of the evening, the neon lights of the dive bar became more welcoming.

The Duke, the off-base bar that Goose had insisted you join him and the others at, was the kind of place that had charm, but only if you knew where to look for it. It was the kind of place with neon lights and drinks that were both cheap and good. It was the kind of place that people came to forget about the day they had just had. Thats what you wanted. And the aura of the loud music coming from the bar would sure help with that. 

“Trust me, y/n,” Goose reassured you, responding to your question, “it will be.”

You wanted to believe Goose, you really did. And the moment you saw the table of guys that you’ve began to come to know as your group of friends, the night already seemed better. 

“Look who made it!” Iceman said as you approached the table, making you feel welcome, “Its good to see you Cobra,” he said, calling you by your call sign.

You smiled and as you took a seat at one of the empty chairs, saying your ‘hellos’ to the other classmates that were here. And at the end of the table was no other than Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell – perhaps, your greatest competitor – sitting laxly with a beer in his hands and his regular leather jacket draped around his chair.

Damn he had nice arms.

“Evening Cobra,” he said to you, leaning back ever so slightly in a way that seemed to be slightly too confident.

“Maverick,” you offered as a form of pleasantry.

Slider, who was busy looking at the drink menu slapped it down on the counter, pointing to one item in particular. “Now this,” he said, his finger drawn to a platter of five tequila shots, “this is what we need to get things going.”

So, as soon as a one of the circulating waitresses happened to be walking by your table, she wrote down, and then brought over the collective order of your table, the night certainly got a whole lot more exciting.

“Alright,” Goose said, handing you your stalky shot glass of 100% pure tequila, complete with a rim of salt and an accompanying lime, “To good times,” he said nodding.

“Good times,” you repeated along with the others, before drawing the glass to your mouth, tasting the dryness of the salt right before proceeding to take the shot.

The warmth of the alcohol tricked down your throat as you swallowed, and you forgot just how strong shots could be. You weren’t sure if swallowing it as quickly as possible made the uncomfortable sensation better or worse, but as soon as the clear liquid was all emptied from your glass, you jammed the lime into your mouth and squinted your eyes shut as a way to combat the sensation. You weren’t the only one. It seemed everyone at your table, was just to realizing how strong Slider’s chosen shots were.

“Shit,” Goose groaned, setting his glass down on the table, “And you enjoy these Slider?”

Slider shrugged, grinning, “Its awful right now, but hey, come ten minutes, you’ll feel real great.”

Opening one of the beers on the table, you rolled your eyes Sliders comment, “It’ll take more than that,” you sarcastically groaned to Goose who was seated beside you.

“What was that y/n?” Iceman asked.

You shook your head, “Ah, it was nothing.”

“Do I hear you wanting to go for a round two?”

Now, a sensible you would have said no. But since it was Friday night, you wouldn’t have to get up early tomorrow for class. And its not like you had any other plans for the day besides catching up on some paperwork and going on your usual walk. So for once in your life, you threw caution to the wind and agreed, “You got it Ice.”

So, naturally, when your platter of shots arrived, you passed them out, handing each one of the guys their respective glasses with a smirk.

“Maverick,” you said charmingly – gee, thanks alcohol – and you tried to avoid the warm feeling in your chest when your slender fingers skimmed against Maverick’s as you handed him the glass.

“Three, two, one,” you counted down, giving yourself, and possibly the rest of your group, the mental preparation prior to that same burning sensation that would wreak havoc in your mouth prior to swallowing and quickly placing the lime in your mouth.

There was a collective groan from your table as the five shot glasses returned to their small cedar serving plank. 

You laughed, washing down the remaining remnants of the uncomfortable taste with the beer you had ordered. “I am not doing that again.”

So, for the next while, as the effects of the alcohol began to make itself present in your body, you sat at the table, just chatting and hanging out with your classmates, sharing stories from your lives before the navy. And while the five of you talked, you couldn’t help but stare at the opposite end of the table where Maverick was seated.

Sure, naturally, prior to this evening, you had realized that Maverick was attractive, but being in a relationship with someone didn’t really allow you to fully appreciate his beauty. With his dark hair, carelessly brushed in an effortlessly windswept way atop of his head, and his oceanic eyes, that in some lights appeared green, and in others, appeared to be almost blue.

Physically, he was gorgeous, but your past interactions with him intrigued you to what it would be like to know him. He had an ego, one that was strong and unaffected, but there was something about his drive, about his reach, about the passion he put into everything he did. You couldn’t help but wonder if one knew him intimately, if he would pursue them with the same passion and drive.

The thought cleared from your mind when his eyes met yours, making you look away, and ultimately force yourself to think of something other than the man that is Maverick.

You hadn’t noticed, but with the loss of your collective sobriety that each one of you can your friends had came in with, the music in the dive bar began to form a sound for itself. The radio collection, of rock, and pop, and some hard core groovy songs had elevated in loudness, so much so, that in a section of the bar a cluster of people had begun to dance among the cleared spot in the building.

“Do you guys see that?” Slider asked, his face drawn in a grin. 

You turned in your chair, studying the dancers with your eyes, then turning back to face the table, “What?” You asked.

“That blonde over there,” Slider said, “She’s giving me some serious fuck me eyes.”

Hearing those words come out of your classmates mouth nearly made you choke on your beer, you weren’t expecting that.

“Wanna join me Ice?” Slider asked, “She’s got friends.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of them as they both threw themselves out of their seats and leisurely sauntered over to the dance floor. 

“Anything to get laid,” Goose muttered jokingly when the two men began to sway to the beat of the music not quite beside, but very much near the two women. 

“You could probably meet someone out there Cobra,” Goose said, more directly to you.

You scanned the crowd again, “I’m not too sure if I want to,” you gestured to the men, “they all look like their mothers still pick out their clothes for them.”

Maverick snorted from his spot over across the table, “She’s got a point Nick.”

You turned to face Maverick and flashed him a grin, “see, someone gets me!”

Goose shook his head, trying to hide his smile before saying, “I’m going to go give Carol a call, I promised I’d call her tonight. You two try and stay out of trouble,” he said, lecturing the two of you like children.

Seemingly the moment Goose left the table, Maverick’s gaze met yours. You were usually fine with eye connate, but there was something about the way that Maverick’s enchanting green eyes were staring into your own that made you feel both nervous and calm at the same time. You weren’t too sure what to say, or what the two of you could talk about, so as a way of diverting the imminence of your conversation, you took another drink of your beer, which only provided a moment relief where you weren’t required to think of what to say.

“You dance?” He asked you, the comment coming out of nowhere.

You shook your head, “I can sort-of dance, but I don’t that often,” you told him unsure of why you chose to tell him that. “And you?” You asked him back.

Maverick shook his head grinning, “not really my thing either.”

And then from across the room you heard a voice of familiarity, and right away you knew who it belonged to. Brett. Your ex-boyfriend Brett. The man who broke your heart Brett. 

As much as you didn’t want to turn around, and face the man who had told you to take a step down from your career, your suspicions got the best of you, and as much as you didn’t wish to see him, there was some sort of burning panic in your chest that wouldn’t be fulfilled if you didn’t turn in your seat. 

There he was. Standing tall, with his sandy hair, and well sculpted physique, whispering tiny inaudible thoughts into the ear of a woman with bleach blonde hair. Your eyes met his, and suddenly you wanted to leave. You wanted a sinkhole to come up into the bar and swallow you whole. And the moment Brett flashed you a grin, one that said, this is my new woman, you jealous? You felt the desire, no, the need to get out of the bar. You weren’t ready to face all of this just yet.

But time doesn’t always work in your favour. And so the moment Brett walked over to your table, his arm linked tightly around the slender waist of the bleach blonde woman, you weren’t too sure what to do. 

Brett smiled in the kind of way that reminded you of what it was like to know him, before spewing out pleasantries and introducing the woman known as Crystal who was joined at his hip. “Its good to see you out y/n,” he said coyly, and in that moment, a ping of hatred found its way through your heart, how had you ever been with this man.

But instead of telling him off, as much as you wanted to, you smiled bluntly, your eyes revealing your true nature, “And its good to see you indulging in pleasures other than morning runs and cheap beer from the gas station.”

As Crystal gave you a dirty look, Maverick snorted before walking over to your end of the table and putting an arm around your chair, “I think its time for you to be on your way man,” he said to Brett. 

Brett shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “I was just coming by to say hello,” before he walked away, his hand moving down from Crystals waist circulating above her ass. Good riddance Brett!

You turned to Maverick, flashing him a gentle smile, “thanks for that Mav,” before pausing and looking to the door, “if you don’t mind, I think I just need some air.”

And without protest, you pushed yourself up from your seat, and tried to compose yourself as the night time air hit your face. You felt warm – thanks to the alcohol – but the coldness felt lovely on your skin. You felt refreshed, cleansed almost.

On the opposite side of the Duke, was the sandy beach leading up to the ocean, which now, in the dark of night, was illumined by nearby houses and buildings, and the light of the moon reflected calmly on the waters. You decided to walk onto the sand, removing your heels from your feet and letting the now-cold sand wiggle around your toes as you walked, until you found a spot within the sand to take a seat.

Gosh, the one person you didn’t want to see tonight was Brett, and surely enough, he was there. You hated that you saw him, and you hated that you weren’t quite over him yet. Naturally, things would take time, you just wanted to get through that as quick as you could.

Behind you, you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, which made you turn, your awareness of your surroundings coming into a fuller passage.

It was Maverick, waking slowly towards you through the sand. “Mind if I sit?” He asked.

You gestured to the available ground beside yourself, “by all means, be my guest.”

You didn’t really feel like you wanted company, but then again, it was Maverick, only Maverick, and you didn’t want to turn him away after he had stood up for you back there.

And as soon as Maverick sat down beside you, the warmth and familiarity of his scent filed your way through the air, a blend of sandalwood and citrus, and cedar, and near-summer nights, you found yourself relax a bit in his presence.

For a while, the two of you just sat there beneath the moonlight in one another's company, just listening to the sound of the waves upon the shore. It was peaceful.

“So that was him?” He finally asked you. 

You nodded, turning your face ever so slightly to face him, “that was Brett, the Marine.”

Maverick nodded, “Goose told me about him,” he paused, “he seems like an ass.”

You chuckled, not too sure why, “you’re right about that.”

You weren't too sure how much of your failed relationship you wanted to share with your friend. You and Maverick weren't particularly close, but the two of you obviously cared about one another.

“I just hate,” you sighed, “I hate how when I was with him, I didn’t even realize how big of a dick he could be.”

Maverick looked over to you, as if he knew you were going to say more.

“He told me to give up my career after I’m done at Top Gun,” you said, feeling a sense of relief by telling someone else about the matter, “He wanted to get married, and have kids, and he wanted me to follow him wherever he went.”

Maverick scoffed.

“And its not that I even hate that that’s what he wanted, I hate that part of me, a very, very, small part of me, considered it. And sometimes, all I can do if worry about if I made the right decision, and walked away from him, from that life for the one Ive worked so hard for.”

Maverick shook his head, and in a more quiet tone, he turned to face you, “don't ever doubt yourself like that. Ever.”

You looked away from him, feeling some warm sensation in your chest, but when Maverick resumed to speak, you had no other choice but to turn back to face the brunette. 

“You’re a pilot,” he said, “Its in your blood, its in your veins, its who you are. And you’re damn good at it. Hell, somedays I wish I was nearly as good as you. You fly with so much precision and drive and when you're up there, I only wish I could have a fraction of whatever it is that you do, because you are just so so good at it.”

You looked back to Maverick, noticing the soften in his usual expression. His moonlight eyes were on you, and only you.

“And if you ever think you would be better off with some dick like Brett, you’re wrong, because someone who loves you, shouldn’t hold you back from your potential, they should push you, they should inspire you to do better, to be better, to become better.”

For a while, the two of you just sat in silence, absorbing the pure intimacy of one another's gaze. You hadn’t realized how cold it was beginning to get because you were too busy thinking about what Maverick had just said. You didn’t realize the trail of goosebumps that had found their way across both of your arms, the cool night time air that brushed against them. But Maverick did. 

Maverick slipped his arms out of his leather jacket, and draped it around your shoulders, a peaceful expression on his face. “Here,” he said, dawning the jacket, the very one that smelt so much like him it made you relax, “Its not super warm, but its better than nothing.”

When the warmth returned to your arms, almost the minute you gathered the material around yourself, your thoughts were finally gathered back into your head. You turned to Maverick, your knee brushing up against his faintly, but just enough that you were aware of its presence, and the way in which the faint warmth radiated through the fabric of both his jeans and yours, until you became hyperaware of its presence, and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you,” you told him.

“For the jacket,” you said, pulling the leather closer to your chest, “and for what you said. No one has ever told me that before.” You paused a moment, “it means a lot.”

Maverick’s expression softened and he looked at you contently, “its the truth,” he said softly.

You leaned into him, your head now resting on his shoulder, you felt a sense of peace, a sense of relief, you felt relaxed in Maverick’s presence. And when he leant his head, gently atop of yours, you knew that what Maverick had said was genuine.

And so, like you had initially thought, when Goose suggested the idea of going to a bar, you thought you would have maybe made one or two bad decisions, maybe choosing to kiss a man with far too much tongue, or follow him home. But what had ended up amounting from the evening was far better. You made a real connection, with someone who you would later find out, would become well worth you time. 

That was the night you had met Maverick for the second time. The night when the two of you forged a connection one that even time wouldn’t be able to take away. 

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Customer Service au: NHS buys out the shop MY work at so his boss will stop bullying him

Meng Yao walked into the break room to begin the morning ritual of pulling himself together to face the usual shit once he clocked in, only to find Xue Yang lounging at one of the tables with one of his disgustingly over-sugared energy drink concoctions.

Most of which wasn't unusual, except for the fact that Xue Yang was actually early for his shift for the first time they'd ever known each other.

He was instantly wary, especially when Xue Yang grinned at him over the rim of the can.

"Looks like you haven't heard the good news yet."

"What good news?" he asked, unease climbing higher.

"The boss got shitcanned. Or, if you wanna be all corporate lingo fuckery about it, he got transferred to a position more appropriate for his temperament. A whole fuckin' province away."

Meng Yao stared at him, the words taking a bit to process past his disbelief.

The pompous asshole who'd been taking special care to make his job in particular hell ever since he'd found out whose bastard kid he was... was gone? Gone, gone?

"How did that happen?" he asked in an almost wheeze, still not quite believing it.

"Remember last week when he went off on you in front of that little frou-frou puffball in the weird outfit?"

How could he forget? They had actually been chatting up a good rapport about a piece the customer was looking to have made for a friend's birthday when the manager had come storming over to castigate his intelligence over the shade of blue of his shirt.

Short of when his father had discovered his existence and had come to make a row about what he'd do if his mother ever sought child support, it had been the single most humiliating moment of his life.

"Yeah?" he said, trying not to show how badly it still rattled him.

Judging by the way Xue Yang's grin widened, he'd done a poor job.

"Turns out the puffball's related to one of our major suppliers. We're under new ownership and we're getting a new manager starting today."

...Wow.

Wow.

At the time, he hadn't so much as glanced at the customer during Zhen's tirade, too focused on wanting to sink into the floor and disappear, and when he'd been dismissed like an unruly servant, he'd immediately clocked out and left.

But to think a total stranger had been so offended, not by his skills, but by his treatment, as to go this far...

Well.

He supposed he should at least try again. This time to make friends, not just make a sale.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

—

“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Don't have anything to say today, kinda rushing to post this enjoyyy

Ghost has to give it to him, Graves is one slippery fucker. Trailing him around base has given him virtually no new information, the American disappearing without a trace every time Ghost feels like he’s about to get somewhere. He dejectedly thinks that if he trusted Alex a little more, he could’ve used his invisibility powers right about now.

His second objective has been keeping an eye on the Sergeants. Gaz is oblivious to the amount of time Ghost spends just watching over them, but Soap has been making eye contact and smiling at him most times. Something squirms in his chest every time it happens.

Since what Price told him (practically giving him and Johnny his blessing to do whatever the fuck they want), he kept a certain distance from his Sergeant. 

Maybe he’s a little overwhelmed with the possibilities in front of him. At least it’s better than admitting he might be a little hesitant. This whole… human interaction business isn’t his strong suit by a mile.

Ghost watches him now, laughing with some Vaqueros and Alex, animatedly telling them a story about this mission or another. Flaming hands gesture wildly, creating sparks and lighting Johnny’s face in a way he can only describe as dazzling. 

Soap abruptly turns to look at him, and Ghost averts his eyes to walk out of the room. He needs to find out how to deal with this shit. An idea comes to mind, but he’s not fully certain he won’t regret it instantly.

Sighing, he goes off to follow that half-baked plan. He’s got nothing better, after all.

“Garrick.” Ghost calls right behind the floating Sergeant.

The man gasps and drops to the ground, tilting off balance for a moment, “fucking shit, Ghost!” Gaz turns around, exhaling, “what’s up?”

“I need your opinion on something.” he starts, feeling his body go rigid just thinking of his next words.

Gaz straightens, expression turning serious, “yes sir?”

Alright, fuck it. “How would you… go about expressing feelings more… openly?” fuck, that sounds so dumb.

Garrick blinks a couple of times, “pardon?”

Ghost clenches his fists, snarling, “don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself, Sergeant.”

“I’m not-! I’m not trying to make fun of you, Ghost.” Gaz lifts his hands in surrender, “it’s just… I didn’t expect that, y’know?” he adds in a gentler voice, “what… makes you want to do that?”

Oh, he’s definitely regretting asking for help now, “had a talk with the Captain.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow, motioning him to go on.

“About… Soap.”

A winning smile spreads over Garrick’s lips. Fuck this shit. “Why didn’t you say that sooner? Of course I can help you!”

Ghost turns around before he can finish the sentence, muttering, “forget it, I’ll just-”

Gaz jumps over him to block his path, “no no no! You are not running away now! You need my help getting Soap’s affection, eh? I can work with that.”

Affection?! “I think you have the wrong idea, Sergeant.”

Garrick’s face is comically shocked when he almost shouts, “don’t tell me you’re still in bloody denial, Ghost! What do you want from Soap then?!”

“Forget. It.” he will not feel shame because of Gaz.

The Sergeant looks like he just insulted him, like he’s the one being humiliated, “... Alright. I won’t ask. Come on, don’t leave after asking me for something.”

Ghost stands still for a moment before conceding. He supposes the cat’s out of the bag already. “What do you exactly want to do with Soap that you can’t right now?” Gaz hops up to sit in the air, keeping an eye level with Ghost.

He looks away, words climbing up his throat painfully, “I stop myself from… coming into physical contact with the Sergeant. From being close to him.”

“Alright… well I think you should just start small. Like a pat on the shoulder, something casual and short. Won’t be hard, right?” Gaz releases his powers, standing up in front of him.

Ghost hums, “when do I do that?”

“When it feels right.” the Sergeant shrugs. Ghost gives him a withering stare that Garrick needs a few seconds to decipher, “Okay, right, uh… next time Soap does a good job at something, pat him like this,” he claps Ghost’s shoulder lightly, so much so that the feeling barely registers.

“Copy.” he nods seriously, “cheers, Garrick.” he turns to actually leave this time.

Gaz grins, “good luck, Lieutenant. Don’t forget to keep me updated!”

Ghost rolls his eyes, “don’t fuckin’ push it.”

The halls are empty and dark, in a way that almost reminds him of Limbo. Ghost wanders, sleepless again, mind too tightly wound with no missions to distract him, searching for solace in the darkness of the night.

He hasn’t seen Soap almost all day, not without effort to find him. His Sergeant was busy explaining over and over how his powers work to the others, who are trying to plan for the scale of destruction he will create, if left with no limits.

Ghost saw Johnny only once he exited the meeting, and he barely acknowledged him, eyes sunken and dead, flames subdued. He murmured something about a shower and left Ghost staring at his back.

He still didn’t find a chance to execute Garrick’s plan. The longer this shit goes on, the more frustrated he gets - Ghost never liked leaving a job undone.

The night sky doesn’t calm him like it usually does, twinkling stars do nothing but remind him of a person he’s unable to reach, despite so desperately wanting to.

Flashes of light draw his attention back to earth. Periodic sparks come from one of the training fields, wrapping around a figure before going out. Ghost makes his way to a door, the lights attracting him like a moth to a flame, an otherworldly beauty in the destruction.

Frustrated grunts fill the air once he gets closer, steps silent and breath held. Johnny’s silhouette comes to view, his hands held in front of him, sparking and spitting flames, explosions unstable in the air between them. Ghost narrows his eyes. He thought Soap can only create explosions when he touches something?

His Sergeant catches him from the edge of his vision, as always, Ghost can’t melt to the shadows when it comes to him. He wipes beads of sweat from his brow, “can’t sleep either, LT?” he grunts, irritation and roughness in his voice.

Ghost looks Johnny up and down, brows furrowing. How long has he been here? “Experimenting?”

Soap scoffs, looking at his hands, shaking the tension from them, “I just-had a nightmare.”

“I’m listening.”

“I was… captured.” his fingers flex, fire growing for a moment before subsiding, “they locked my hands in front of me, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t escape.” fire reflects in Johnny’s eyes, wide and angry at imaginary evil, “they took you, and Gaz, and Price, and I couldn’t-” he looks at Ghost, “save you.”

Ghost looks at his shaking form, exhaustion pulling Soap down, and yet he still fights to stand.

“I was trying to… use explosions without touching anything. I knew the air must count, if only I could concentrate enough on the particles, I could blow them all to fuckin’ nothing-” he stops himself, growling. Hands going back up, and Soap glares at them.

Fire intensifies between his fingertips, little crackles fill the air. Soap’s eyes look feral, teeth clenched as he tries to push himself beyond his limits. Something in Ghost’s chest screams, needs Johnny to stop before he hurts himself.

For once, he listens to it.

“Johnny-”

A loud pop cuts him off, Soap’s eyes bulging, trying to maintain the explosion.

Ghost glares at it, deciding against logic to remove his gloves and grab his wrists. He barely winces as the fire burns his hands.

The explosion instantly extinguishes, Johnny taking a step back, “what are ye doin’?!”

He continues to hold Soap, the flames continue to poke at him, “you need to rest.” the fire retreats to Soap’s fingertips, and he successfully shakes Ghost’s hold off.

“Yer off yer heid, Simon.” Johnny huffs, tension finally melting off his shoulders. He looks down, “show me yer hands.”

Ghost must’ve been too slow for him, because his Sergeant takes his hands in his, and turns them over to inspect the burns. A smile tugs at Ghost’s lips when he sees the surprise on his face, “my hands have been through far worse than your little candle-fingers, Johnny.”

Soap pouts at him before his face breaks into a small smile, “with all due respect, sir, fuck ye.”

“Noted, Sergeant.” he exhales, basking in the feeling of Johnny’s hands on his, flaming fingers tracing scars.

The night ambience fills the air for a few moments, Ghost gazing at Johnny’s face, lit only by his fire. He decides it’s his favorite way to see the man.

Soap doesn’t look back. His eyes are stuck on their hands when he speaks, “you were avoiding me. What changed?”

Ghost deflects, “I wasn’t avoiding y-” 

“Bullshit.” his Sergeant interjects, his softer tone not matching his words, “ye said everything was fine, that you didn’t mind me losing my feckin’ memory and hollerin’ at ye, but clearly it changed something, didn’t it?”

Ghost watches the emotions fleeting over Johnny’s face, too fast for him to understand. He wants to say yes, but he can’t explain. Everyone asks him what he’s feeling, what he wants, why, and he simply can’t answer.

“Actions speak louder than words, son.”

Simon tugs at their joined hands.

Johnny’s eyes widen, finally looking up at his, “what are ye-”

He lets go of his hands, wrapping around Johnny’s body, one hand around his shoulders, another at his nape, guiding his head to tuck under his.

Johnny is rigid for only a second before strong arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Simon feels him exhale, body going limp, leaning on him. Something dislodged in his throat, and he’s finally able to speak.

“You fucking worry me like no other, MacTavish.”

The hands around him tighten, “doing my duty then.” he feels more than he hears the answer,

Simon huffs, “I hate you.”

“Why?”

“You changed everything for me.”

Flames warm his back, over his heart.

“You changed me as well.”

Simon feels the hands of Limbo tug at them, but they’re weak when assuring arms shield him from the world, “for the worse, Johnny.”

He pulls away, Simon panicking only for a second before Johnny whispers, “for the better, Simon. You don’t know how much you turned my life over.” his blue eyes shine, boring into his soul, somehow seeing none of the revolting, sharp parts of it, and only finding comfort.

He doesn’t know what to do with the emotions he recognizes in Johnny. Hands at his neck pull him down, and Johnny places his forehead against his.

Simon closes his eyes.

The world, the cold night, the inky hands, melt at Johnny’s fire. All he hears are his content breaths. All he feels is safety.

His mind quiets down.

Ghost forces the two of them to go to sleep, after Johnny almost fell over unconscious, nodding off in his arms. He has a feeling he’ll be able to fall asleep easily enough, his skin singed with supernatural fire.

Soap holds on his forearm while they walk back, smiling gently. 

They reach Johnny and Gaz’s room, and Ghost turns to him, leaning in to speak quietly in his ear, “you better sleep well, Johnny. Don’t wanna see your eye bags turn into eye suitcases, do we?”

Soap grumbles, “not my fault I don’t ‘ave a mask teh hide it like ye.”

Ghost pats his shoulder, internally satisfied with finishing his mission, “not all of us are as lucky as me. Good night Johnny.”

Soap huffs, grinning despite his put on annoyance, “g’night, Simon.”

He watches Johnny go in before exhaling. Pinpricks have showed up on his neck a few moments ago, and he sharply turns to catch a shadow slink around the corner.

Gone are the tender beating emotions in his heart, Ghost rushes towards the stranger, turning around the wall to find nothing. He cracks a knuckle as he looks around, muscles coiled to pounce at the bastard trailing them.

He finds nothing. His gut tells him this is the work of Graves. Seems like he’s going through the same thought process as Ghost.

Information is power. If this Shadow will report Graves what he saw… the American might use it against them.

He stalks the halls for the rest of the night, trying to catch anything. He should’ve known you can’t grasp at shadows.

Gaz is munching calmly on a pile of scrambled eggs when Ghost leans over his shoulder. He waits for the sleepy Sergeant to spot him, making his jump and fling pieces of egg around.

Garrick sighs and glares at him. Ghost hides a smirk under his mask when he says, “mission accomplished.”

That seemed to be enough for Gaz to forget his previous offence, “how’d it go?”

“Smoothly. Appreciate the advice, Garrick.”

Gaz grins widely, clapping Ghost’s shoulder, “any day, sir. Now, we can move on to more difficult tasks-”

Ghost raises and glares down at the Sergeant, “don’t let it get to your head, fucking hell.”

He leaves Gaz snickering as he goes to get his own breakfast. Ghost can’t help but share the sense of victory with him.

[Me in the distance shouting] gayyyyy

[miuszn]

Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)

What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,

They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort

Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing

(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)

hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?

it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.

you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.

later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.

you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”

you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.

“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.

“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“

“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”

“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“

“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”

ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.

“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.

“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.

“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“

“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”

“are you going to forgive him for it?”

“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”

“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”

“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”

you nodded hesitantly.

while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #12

This week we're taking a slight detour from the main chapters of PKNA to read the very first PKNA Special Issue: Missing! (Which came out in 1997 alongside the release of Silicon). This chapter is basically the equivalent of an anime OVA where we get to see the various characters just kinda hangin out and doin stuff outside the main plot, which I think is fun!!

Oh boy haha can't wait to see which of the colorful cast of characters we'll be focusing on fi-

OH NO

No cause like she fuckin got his ass here. I think if PKNA took place in 2024 then Angus Fangus would have a verified account on twitter and every time he posts about PK there would be people in his replies like "oh rent must be due" just roasting the shit out of him. And they would be right too.

Bro AI generated a photo of PK stealing ice cream from a child 😭

Woah dude that's crazy. Could you imagine like, an evil toy manufacturer? Like some sort of toy-based villain. Maybe one that hates video games and dresses like a clo-

DID HE JUST KILL HIMSE

oh nvm there was a balcony. dammit

THEY WHITEWASHED ZIGGY?!??!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO

See I TOLD you it was the anime OVA, they're at the beach and everything! Just look at that FANSERVICE!

I'm talking about Camera 9 in his little beach outfit btw. What did you think I meant? Lyla? What does this have to do with Lyla

So PK is missing and her first instinct is to go and check the jail 💀 I mean I can't say that he WOULDN'T get arrested by the time police I just think it's really funny

Screaming wait I love overly-confident Lyla

he's died

So Camera 9 won't talk to her and she PULLS A FUCKING GUN ON HIM. Cop moment.

...wait wasn't Camera 9 wearing shorts earlier? Where did his shorts go???

UNOOOOOOO HI UNO

"biological associate" is a really fancy way of saying your boyfrie

No cause like I'm obsessed with the resolution to this story. Dude kept his grudge for 250 years, get fucking owned Raider.

Bro shows up for two whole panels just so he can manspread and make a cheeky time reference. I'm exploding him with my mind.

AAAAAH EW OLD MAN JUMPSCARE shoutout to the picture of HDL though

WOW how lucky for Xadhoom to have found an entire thriving colony of her people!!! So happy for her :)

Also PK is there too for some reason

SHE'S SO HAPPY IT'S MAKING ME DEPRESSED

Yeahhhh they really didn't think this one through did they

WAIT THE NEPHEWS ARE HERE?? WHEN DID THEY GET BACK FROM AFRICA

WH- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS COMIC YET??

You gotta love them dedicating a story to two random Evronian goons and then having it end with both of them just being murdered by Xadhoom. Like they never EXPLICITLY say that Xadhoom is killing the Evronians when she fights them but we all know that's what she's doing right.

Gotta love Donald vanishing off the face of the Earth so he could fuck off to Tibet with Everett Ducklair 💀 Levitating would be a useful skill to have if he didn't like immediately forget how to do it after this oops

Anyways that's all for today. I really like the PKNA special issues they're all really fun and silly and nothing bad happens in them ever!! So look forward to reading the next one in uuuh idk like 10 more issues or something?

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 35: Bad Ju-Ju

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language

* Word count: 3,195ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Tate stood on the fence the next morning and watched his dad train Lucky some more. “Are you gonna ride him today?”

“Probably not today, buddy.” Kayce stepped closer to his son.

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t be in a hurry with horses, buddy.”

“The day after tomorrow?”

Kayce laughed at his son’s impatience and looked over to Stella standing over by the run up area. They smiled at each other and he went back to running the horse around the ring.

Stella heard footsteps crunching in the gravel behind her. John’s voice came from her right. “Spend most days wonderin’ why I bother, then see something like that, and it all comes back to me.” He paused. “So, what’s going on here?”

“Whattaya mean?”

“Between you and my son.”

“Oh,” Stella chuckled. “We decided to give it the old college try.”

“So that’s why my grandson has been spending time with me.” Stella felt her cheeks heat up. “I can’t have that cloud your judgment when it comes to helping him like I asked.”

She leaned sideways on the fence to face him. “I know, John. Trust me.”

“I do.” He observed her peaceful manner. “How’re you doin’ after the other night?”

“I’m okay for the most part. Trying to settle with myself that if I hadn’t done what I did, I would be the one that’s dead.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “For what?”

“Handling it. Stepping up.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“This new role looks good on you.” He grinned at her and spotted Rip walking to the arena.

Stella saw the lead wrangler at the same time and sprayed gravel behind her as she took off. “Rip!”

“Easy easy easy,” he pleaded with her coming in hot.

Stella skidded to a halt in front of him and placed her arms around his neck standing on her toes. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“Me too, Stella-belle.” She let him go, dropping back onto her feet.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” John joined them in the alley walk up.

“Shit, I’ve slept more in the last two days than I did all last year.”

“Just take it easy.”

“I will.”

“You better,” Stella threatened from beside him.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you regret even coming out here.” The men chuckled at her seriousness. “You think I’m kidding?”

“No, Stella. If there’s one thing I think, it’s not that.” Rip laughed.

When they reached the pen, Kayce continued running Lucky. Rip leaned against the fence and groaned.

“We’re startin’ to have a few too many things in common, big fella.” John mentioned to Rip.

“You got any more of them pain pills left over? If I take anymore banamine I’m gonna fuckin’ whinnie.”

Stella laughed, but it was cut short when she spotted Beth coming down the hill. “Sir,” she nodded to the hillside.

John followed her line of sight and looked back at Rip. “Thank you. I mean it.”

“I know you do, sir. I know.”

John stepped to the side and Stella trailed after him. She figured she would leave Rip and Beth be. John asked Kayce, “you close to bein’ done there? Need a word.”

Kayce saw Stella next to his dad and moved closer. “Well, we were just gettin’ started.”

Rip patted his boss’s arm as he weaved in between John and Stella. “You know what, I’ll take care of him sir, all right?”

John warned his trusted right hand, “I said easy.”

“Yeah well, Tate will look after me, won’t you Tate?” He tapped the boy on his arm. “Go on, run over there.”

“I’ll help him, sir.” Stella offered.

“No, I need you over here.”

Her eyebrows rose for the second time that morning. She trailed behind the men as they got further from Tate and Rip. They paused at a lower fence and John looked around carefully before going into detail.

“The Becks have their own plane.”

“Those slimy motherfuckers.” Stella said, disgusted. Kayce locked eyes with her around his dad.

John caught his son’s gaze. “Is that useful information to a soldier?”

“Where is it?” Kayce asked.

“Private airfield in Billings.”

“Yeah. It’s useful.”

“Then use it.”

“How much do you wanna know about it?”

Stella felt like she shouldn’t be here for this part. “How much should I know about it?”

“For this? You should know everything.” She nodded to him.

Kayce formed a plan. “Set a meeting. Somewhere too far for a man with a plan to drive.”

“It needs to happen where we can control it,” Stella offered locking eyes with her best friend.

Kayce did the math quickly in his head and determined a place for his father to set up. “Set the meeting in Jackson Hole. They’ll fly right over us.”

“Alright.”

“Dan Jenkins has an SF guy working for him.”

“Yeah I met him.”

“I’m gonna need his help on this.”

John shook his head. “I don’t know, Kayce. I dunno.”

Stella defended Kayce’s idea. “With him involved, Dan can’t use our plan against us, John.”

Kayce interjected. “I just want this whole thing to be over.”

“I don’t know that this game’s ever over, son.” A solitary crow cawed from their left. Stella locked onto it sitting about five feet away, and dread crawled up through her belly.

In the lodge, Stella flitted around the house anxiously cleaning the rest of the day. Kayce came to watch from the bedroom door. She’d already done the dishes, cleaned the counters, mopped the floors, picked up and separated laundry, folded blankets, cleaned the bathroom, remade the bed; which he’d never seen her make any bed she’d slept on. Ever.

“Stella.” Her head snapped to him. “What’s wrong? Remember what we talked about?”

“I’m not keeping it from you. I’m just trying to figure out what I need to say.”

Kayce stepped into the main room and made his way to her. He wrapped his arms around her. “Just breathe.”

A wave of calm washed over her brain, and she felt her thoughts line up. She pulled back to look up at him. “I’ve got a terrible feeling.”

“About?”

“This whole situation with Malcolm. He attacked your livelihood, your sister, me. What’s next? He’s evil.” She cuddled her arms in between her and Kayce and looked down at her hands.

“Don’t think about what’s next because you know what’s next. We’re gonna set him up, and he’ll fall.”

Stella groaned. “But we don’t know who’s working for him because he’s clearly not the type to get his actual hands dirty and destroy his precious reputation. So how do we know what they will or won’t do for him? How far they’ll go?You know what I mean?”

“I do, but we’ll take care of it as it comes. Like we always do.” He pulled her back into a hug.

A loud knocking at the door startled them. “Kayce.” John’s voice floated through the wood. Kayce let Stella go and headed for the door.

John knocked again. “Kayce, it’s me.”

Kayce pulled the door open and took in his dad’s appearance. “Where you headed?”

“Is Stella with you?” She peeked around his son.

“I’m here.”

“Hop in the truck. I need to get Jamie. Stella, make sure you’re armed.”

She and Kayce frowned at each other. “I’ll meet you at the truck. I gotta get my gun from my car.”

They left the lodge and Kayce headed toward the truck, but made sure he had an eye on Stella the whole time. Her Subaru wasn’t far from where the truck was, so it wasn’t hard. Kayce hopped into the front seat and watched her through the windshield.

She moved quickly but skittish. Almost like she was waiting for someone to jump out from the shadows. He had never seen her this freaked out. He didn’t blame her, of course, especially after the events of the last few weeks. She looked like she was holding her breath. Her jaw remained tight and her eyebrows furrowed. Kayce knew her mind was racing in a million different directions; processing taking lives, being attacked, diving further into his family’s bullshit. He didn’t have any doubt in his mind that she knew she was safe with him, but there was something hovering over her that Kayce wasn’t sure even Stella could explain. He wished there was something he could do to ease her mind.

She opened the white Subaru’s passenger door and opened the glove box. Her pistol sat there in its holster, reloaded from the other day’s events. Stella shut the white door and made her way to the truck. She fussed with her belt to get her holster on. She undid her belt and slipped the holster along it until it reached her right hip.

As she approached John’s truck she hopped into the backseat behind Kayce. “Do you know what this is about?”

Kayce eyed his dad getting closer to the vehicle. “I’m afraid to guess.”

John got in the truck with a groan. Stella watched Jamie come out of the bunkhouse, swinging his jacket on. He pulled the door open where Kayce sat and looked spooked. He then tried her door.

Stella smiled. “Hey Jame. Other side.” He saw her holster and he looked even more panicked.

They drove along in silence until they reached a security guard box outside of the reservation. It was the place they planned the construction to build the new casino with Dan. Jamie breathed heavily every few minutes.

The cop lights lit up the inside of the car and Jamie looked around. “What is this?”

John turned to face him. “You’re a lawyer tonight.” Jamie’s body crumpled in relief. “Where’d you think I was takin’ ya?”

Stella giggled from behind Kayce. Jamie glared at her. “I’m sorry.” She cleared her throat. He must have thought they were making a trip to the train station. They climbed out of the truck and made their way over to Officer Waters and Sheriff Haskell arguing about who the jurisdiction belonged to.

Kayce put his hand on her elbow. “Back here for a minute.” She huffed, but listened to his direction. She caught sight of the bullet hole in the poor security guard’s head and her mind flashed back to the other night. She gripped Kayce’s forearm tightly.

He whispered, “you okay,” as he leaned closer to Stella to give her some semblance of safety from her own mind.

She gulped. “Yeah,” she mumbled while she stepped closer to him.

Jamie watched the interaction with curiosity. It wasn’t out of their norm, but the way they leaned toward each other was different.

Donnie walked over to John and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be damned if this doesn’t look like you.”

Stella rolled her eyes at his accusation. Mumbling under her breath to Kayce and Jamie, “this motherfucker always has something to say.” Kayce nudged her, giving her a side eye. “What? It’s true. He did this with Rip and I too.”

John defended himself. “This wasn’t me, and you know it.”

“I’m not sayin’ it was you. I’m saying it looks like you. You’ve been real clear about how you feel about this casino.” Donnie stopped talking as Thomas came to join them.

“Oh we know who did it.” Thomas stated. He glanced between John and Donnie. “Witnesses?”

“No.” Donnie answered. “No evidence other than the bullet hole in his head.”

“So now an investigation.” Thomas prompted Donnie.

“Yeah.”

“That halts construction.”

Donnie sighed. “Look, I know them. And they are not gonna wait around for a reaction. They’re already plannin’ what’s next.”

Stella leaned close to Kayce, facing away from the group of leaders. She whispered through her teeth. “I told your dad months ago during that bear problem, that Donnie was full of shit, he knows more than he’s letting on.”

“Wait.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Don’t you—,”

Kayce interrupted her. “Stella not now.” She took in his flat face and decided now wasn’t the time. The words she heard next from Donnie made her nauseous.

“I highly recommend you make a public statement saying that you’re halting the construction on your own. Even that’s not gonna stop him, but it’ll slow him down and give you time to figure out a move. Cause right now, you don’t have one.” Donnie pointed at John. “And he’s gonna take a swing at you next.”

“He already took one.” He locked eyes with Donnie.

“Twice.” Stella interrupted with a deadly sounding tone. She was still pissed about almost being kidnapped or killed.

“John, you need to watch out here cause there’s another one comin’. If he sees deputies outside your place, it’ll be me he’s after next. I can get state police—,” John interrupted him.

“Nothing would please me more than them comin’ on my ranch. I’ll leave the gate open.” John marched back over to his sons and Stella.

Stella jumped at the chance to talk to John and didn’t hold back. “I told you he was full of shit and now it turns out he’s fuckin’ buddy buddy with the bastards!” Kayce grabbed her arm to slow her attack down. “Why does he know so well how they’ll move?!”

John stared at her and waited for her to stop. “We’re takin’ care of this right now.”

John made a call to Malcolm to set up the meeting. John, Kayce, Jamie, and Stella hopped into the truck. “Kayce, you’re going with Dan’s man tonight. Be ready.”

When they pulled into the ranch, Stella stopped Kayce on his way to lodge. “Hey,” she grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry for earlier. And it doesn’t matter now. Just please, be careful tonight. I’ll keep an eye on Tate.”

He didn’t bother looking to see who was around. He leaned down quickly and laid a kiss on her that she swore stopped her heart. When she pulled back, she could feel eyes on her and Kayce. She looked to the side and John and Jamie stood there unsure of how to proceed. It was a new sight for both of them.

Kayce pulled her focus back to him. “I’ll come home. Just have Tate in bed by 10, please.”

“Yeah.” She was still breathless. She walked in the opposite direction, past John and Jamie, ignoring them. She wanted to get her brother to see if he would come stay with her while Kayce was gone.

She went inside and the bunkhouse was calm. “Hey Ry,” she called out for her brother.

He poked his head around the corner. “Yeah Stellee?”

“Kayce’s gotta take care of some stuff. Would you mind keeping me company while I watch Tate?”

He could read the message that she didn’t want to be alone loud and clear. He smiled fondly at her. “Of course.” He disappeared around the corner to finish whatever he had been doing.

Jamie came in and stared at her. He stood next to her. “So that was new.”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It’ll take some gettin’ used to.”

Jamie smirked. “You sound like him.”

Stella glared at him, hoping it took away from the blush that crept up her neck. “Shut up, Jamie.” They shared a chuckle. Jamie continued by her and started to take his jacket off and settle in.

Ryan strode around the corner and grabbed for his jacket. “I’m ready when you are.”

“John’s bringing him down from the big house. So head for the lodge.” Stella directed him while she stood. They exited the house and began their adventure to Kayce’s place.

It was quiet. Which wasn’t out of the ordinary for them, but Stella needed to tell someone else. “Ry?”

“Yeah?”

“I've got a really bad feeling about all of this.”

He tripped over his own feet a few times not used to hearing her so unsure and stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I just have a feeling this Malcolm thing is gonna bite back harder than we anticipate.” She glanced at him. “Which is partly why I don’t wanna be by myself with a nine year old to protect.”

“You’re also still spooky from the guys following you, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’ll be in the lodge until Kayce comes back.” He scratched his neck and thought about how to tenderly ask the next question. “Speaking of him, have you two had a chance to talk?”

“We have.” Stella stopped walking when she spotted John’s truck in front of the lodge. She didn’t want Tate to catch wind of the conversation.

Ryan crossed his arms as he came to a stop. “Did you guys figure it out?”

“We did. We’re gonna give it an actual try instead of just hooking up and ignoring the topic.” She cringed as she admitted that to her brother. “We actually had a productive talk about expectations and such. I promise.”

He took a moment to breathe. “Okay. The second he pulls any dumb shit, I’ll kill him.”

Stella smiled at his overprotective nature. “Okay, brub,” she chuckled. John walked around the back of his truck looking in their direction.

The sibling pair made their way over to their boss. “If you two need anything, just call me.”

“Okay, sir. He’ll be just fine.” Tate bounced around the truck to them and Stella laughed. “Won’t ya bud?”

“Yeah it’s gonna be awesome!”

“And before you know it, your daddy will be back.” Stella told him with a soft smile.

“Grandson, run inside. I need to speak with them.”

“Okay!” He took off for the door and raced inside, excited for his sleep over with his dad later.

“Thank you for watching him tonight. I know Kayce’ll like coming home to him. I packed a toothbrush from my house for him.”

“Thank you, sir. I used my last one for him a couple months ago.” Stella laughed through her nose. “Oh, did he eat earlier?” Ryan smiled fondly at her maternal instincts coming to the surface.

“Yeah, I had Rip make sure he ate. You two be safe, and keep my grandson safe.”

“Yessir!” Stella grabbed the bag from John’s hand and headed into the house to get Tate ready for bed.

Ryan walked in behind her and he and Tate watched her set to work. She went into the bedroom and placed his bag on his dad’s dresser. She pulled out some pajamas for him. “Tate! Come get a shower buddy.” She heard a little groan from the living room. “You’re gonna hate me even more when I tell you to brush your teeth.”

“Oh c’mon! You’re supposed to be cool!”

She came to stand in the door. “Hygiene is cool, little dude. C’mon. Ryan and I will be right out here if you need anything.”

She plopped down on the couch next to her brother with a sigh. She was ready for sleep. She closed her eyes to enjoy the silence. Well the sound of the shower running, and the silence. The past few days had taken a lot out of her.

“You’re gonna be a great mom, you know that?”

Her eyes shot open at Ryan’s observation. “I’m sorry, what.”

“You heard me.”

“I dunno about all that, now.”

“Don’t you want kids?”

“I do, but I still got time. I’m not thinking about that for a while. I’m not gonna make him run for the hills just yet.” She laughed sleepily. “Do you?”

“If it happens, it would be nice.” He shrugged. “If it doesn’t, I won’t be broken over it.”

“I, for one, know that I would absolutely thrive with little yous running around for me to wrangle.” She smiled wide and her dimples cut into her cheeks.

“Well, it’ll happen for us one day.”

Stella leaned against Ryan’s shoulder and listened to the shower turn off. She groaned and stood. She went to the bedroom door to call out to Tate, “you good bud?”

A muffled, “yeah,” came from behind the bathroom door.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth, mister!”

“I’m gonna do it right now!”

Stella and Ryan jumped awake on the couch to the sound of the front door. Both of them grabbed their pistols and pulled them up, aimed with deadly precision at the intruder.

The silhouette in the door held up their hands. “Woah, it’s me!”

Hearing Kayce’s voice made her sigh out in relief. “Thank god.” She popped the safety back on and holstered it as she stood. “I’m still jumpy, I guess. Even more so, since I was responsible for your youngin’.” She jutted her thumb behind her to the bedroom door.

He met Stella across the floor and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you for getting him to bed.” He flicked on the light seeing that the door was closed to the bedroom and wouldn’t bother his son. He spotted Ryan on the couch as he took off his hat and hung it with his jacket at the door. Kayce glanced at Stella in curiosity. “You needed help?”

“No, Tate was fine. I just didn’t want to be by myself. Like I told you, I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this.”

Kayce walked over to her and wrapped her in an embrace. “It’s gonna be okay.”

She returned the hug and said into his chest. “I hope you’re right.”

Ryan rose from the couch. “That would be my cue. Sleep tight, Stellee. I’ll see you in the morning for winter prep, yeah?”

She looked out from Kayce’s arms. “Yeah, I’ll see you in the mornin’.”

[ganthritorchic]

I am not sure I am going to articulate this with any semblance of clarity. I expect this to be mostly rambling

The short version is I'm trying to figure out my own internal heuristics on how I decide something is relevant to me, others, my disbelief at others going into places and just doing or saying the most unhinged thing for the context and are genuine about it.

I'm at work today and I'm part of a voluntary work group thing that exists to facilitate changes in tech and be guinea pigs to test stuff out before or if it's rolled out enterprise wide. I fell into being part of the guiding committee and my sub team is committed to facilitating new associates to the group getting settled in--this has been a BIG OPPORTUNITY for this group. VERY sink or swim, after they drowned you with a firehose. I've only been involved in it about a year. We had a "getting started/intro" meeting today and a dude in it is like. "I have been in this a year and still don't know what to do" and I'm just like. Imma facilitate THE SHIT outta this.

And I did! With patience and genuine investment. But like. How????? Sure, this IS voluntary and is not the job I(or the bulk of the ppl involved) do that pays my bills. But if you go to the monthly meeting... Or watch the recording of it the meeting after. Or read ANY of the posts on the group in Teams. How do you NOT know what you should do??? WHY didn't you ask? Your question wasn't dumb by any means! But why wait a YEAR????

We just rolled out a new task we're responsible for on our team. Some of us have been doing it for years, most have not. Multiple genuine times have been offered to ppl if they had questions if they needed help did they feel lost..... And NO ONE FOR WEEKS has asked. They have just been.... Suffering?

And then I started pushing. Offering to shadow, share my notes, show me working, answer questions. Doing so individually and in team meetings. It's a job, sure and the state of the world is WILD rn. I too would rather not be here. But to sit there and just ignore the work, or miserable bc you feel stupid about not getting it bc it's new to you? WILD.

I ask so many questions at work. All the damn time. And I take notes and all that jazz.

I go online. I game, go all over. Here. And you just see over and over people what looks like blatantly refusing to read the room. Don't try to figure shit out. Maybe I just have a fucked up perspective.

But like...

If you're playing a game and it's not working for you and you blame the game this is generally one of several problems. If it wasn't to your address in the first place and you're not engaging with it in the generally intended manner. Don't blame a game bc you suck at interfacing with it--the game in this example is an exploration game. You are genuinely intended to go EVERYWHERE. If you can't find your way through the plot, there ARE points you can fuck your up, but the dev has been GREAT about helping ppl on the boards and I'm providing the tools to help yourself but it doesn't hold your hand. You are supposed to fuckin GO AND LOOK. And to say you don't think that is what you should have to when that is the FUCKING POINT....uhhhh what???

I was in another games forum and this one player very politely and nicely was like. "I am being harassed in multi player. There are no tools in your mp games to address this can we do something about it?" And he was. It's been a month and this other fuck is harassing them in chat being dumb in games, etc all harassing actions. And to read that forum, which I should know better now, you would think this person asking for some reasonable solution was the fuckin WORST. They were all upset bc OP of the post was going into MP to learn to play the game. On MP. Which is different than single versus the computer. What's happening to this dude is more than the time honored tradition of smack talk. And the one fuck was like "I'm reporting YOU for harassment bc you're a liar and your malicious about wasting someone else's time in MP" and I'm just like????????? Do you ... All not have anything better to do?

I got away from myself. If a game is ultimately not to your address. If a game IS actually designed poorly. If there are bugs. If he directions for what should be really really clear are just wrong. If the UI doesn't do the work. If the controls suck are or unable to be adjusted.

There is a fine line to build a game where you have an intended way to play and how much ability you provide to players to tweak it to their preference. Like. I LOVE Hades the game. Suck at it! But not bc of the game. When I die, it is bc I put Zag in the dumbest place or didn't pick my boons real well or didn't figure out how to use what I had. And that's on ME. Not the fuckin game. EVEN if that game WAS cheating me somehow it didn't feel like it. My runs ended bc I was a dumb bitch who needed to keep playing and get better lol.

And then that gets me to Tumblr. I KNOW I KNOW. It's fuckin Tumblr. It's WILD to see the takes you see here. But like. Going into a fandom and getting mad you see ppl shipping and doing any and all the things that go on in there? Why are you in there. What did you expect to find. Why didn't you research the concept before you jumped in?

Is it me. I must be the weirdo. I too am not without hypocrisy but I do try to minimize it. but like. Before I do or go into something I do a minimum bit of recon generally. I ask questions. I Want To Know. Even if only very surface level. Proximate knowledge of many things.

Which leads me all the way to you to the way first point, how I think I try to organize, sort, identify components of things in my life and around me.

Because there ARE things I should pay attention to and stick my nose or maintain a degree of agency in it. I.e. My Internet settings, who I interact or don't with. Blocking tags here. Driving and paying attention to others while driving.

There ARE things I want or need to pay attention to, but aren't my fuckin business even if it annoyed or grossed me out. I.e. What ppl ship and how they do it can be something I don't wanna see or am just not into but there isn't really a wrong way to do it in most cases.

I would put it down to being nosey but that's not really it though. I just don't know how you can interact with your life and the stuff around you if don't know how it works and aren't curious about it. If only to know "hey I'm not going to fuck around with that and get a pro to do it" like. I would much rather do plumbing shit before I do electrical but I can change an outlet successfully. Fuck drywall though don't have patience for that. My bathroom is so ugly for that lololol.

You don't need to know everything. Just how to find the solution/answer/best guess/expert. That post about 13 younger voters who all voted for that 🍊 turd. And if that's real... Those reasons are. Not great. And I can only be ??? ???????? Bc NONE of those are good reasons. How can you not care enough to find out? It directly effects you, if those were real.

I don't know. And this is alllllll over the place. Out of my head now though. Guess that's good

[goat-yells-at-everything]

Had a semi Karen moment at Walmart today.

I'm picking up some meds and this worker in a reflector vest comes up and tells me that Rosie has to go in a cart from now on. I'm like, what?????? He goes "its the new policy. All dogs gotta be in the cart with a pad in it. Its cuse people are allergic to dogs."

I'm like... what???? Thats not... thats now how this works????? She weighs 60+ pounds??? How the HELL am I suppose to lift her into a cart?!

He replies, "well, thats our policy now and if you can't follow it then she can't come back in here." And he just fuckin walks away?!

The kid at the pharmacy counter is just as confused as I am.

So I finish and go up to customer service. I tell the girl "I'm really sorry but im probably gonna have a Karen moment" then explained what happened. She looks at me like I've got 2 heads and im about to go off if she says the same thing he did. Legally they CANT make that required. Not by the ADA. Its an undue hardship on the disabled person and ive got receipts to back me up that I printed and fucking laminated and keep in my wallet.

But she just looks at me and goes "who the hell told you that?!"

So she takes me to her supervisor and we explain it all again and SHE looks at me like I'm nuts and says "what??????"

Long story short, no. Thats NOT the policy at Walmart.

The new policy is, IF you have a small dog that you DO put in a cart (like a pet or esa or even an SD that doesn't need to be on the ground to do their job) then you need to have some kind of barrier between it and the cart. Food and safety put that into effect cuse of people with allergies and the fact our Walmart has fresh food.

It is NOT that a person with a disability has to hoist their 60+ pound dog into a cart to go shopping.

Someone got their ass chewed out and, y'know, I ain't sorry. Fuck him for giving me an anxiety attack for no reason except that he's ignorant of policy/possibly on a power trip.

Another supervisor, i think she's one of the store managers, saw us a bit later and she always comments on how cute Rosie is when she sees us but this time she does a quick screech to a halt and goes "oh hun! I wana say how sorry I am about what happened. I'm gonna make sure this is addressed with everyone so it doesn't ever happen again. You know you and her are ALWAYS welcome here. You ever have an issue again you come find me and I'll raise hell, ok?"

Love people who stand up for our service dogs.

[therealvikingstrash]

Blackout Summer

My entry for the Prompt Wine of @vikingsevents Valentine's Week. A bit late, sorry. This got an incest warning, Ubbe/Hvitserk. Nothing smutty happens, just a wee little kiss. (1k fic under the cut)

Ubbe drifted slowly into awareness, the room dead silent except for Hvitserk’s snores. For a moment he thought someone was playing music from another room before he realized it was a pounding headache forming behind his temples. With his eyes closed he buried his face deeper into the pillow and just so kept himself from groaning in displeasure. The sun was up and way too bright for his liking. 

Every breath he took made him more aware of the sticky and warm body pressed against his back. Right, they had fallen into the first bed of their hotel room in the early morning after dragging themselves out of the club. There had been wine. Lots of wine. Accompanied by rum, vodka and beer. Not in that particular order. And maybe the lack of order was the reason his skull felt like an entire heavy metal festival had been hosted there. Or maybe he was simply getting old.

He couldn’t suppress the groan this time, when flashes of memories from last night made an appearance. Hvitserk had been so drunk on wine already, he practically hung off Ubbe’s neck– effectively running off any interested Italian women. 

“You’re not in love, you’re fuckin’ drunk!”

His eyes opened in an instant as he remembered what he’d said to Hvitserk and also what it had been in response of. Ubbe regretted it the second he realized just how bright it was in their room. “Fuck,” he grumbled, rubbing his neck where his brother had peppered it with sloppy wet kisses in the club. Then he proceeded to move a little, the weight at his back moving with him, firmly staying in contact. “Hvitserk,” he said, tone full of annoyance. Ubbe could feel his bladder becoming a very pressing issue and his brother didn’t help the cause by being so heavy. “Ge’ off me!” He grumbled, jostling his shoulder.

It only resulted in a disagreeing sound coming from the creature stuck to him. Ubbe had to turn on his back to make Hvitserk move. “Wake up,” he grumbled, pushing at his brother’s back, only to be met by a muffled “No.” as Hvitserk curled up and hid himself under the blanket. 

Ubbe decided to pick his battles and get up to relieve himself instead. A short glance at the mirror let him know he looked like shit and that it evidently didn’t stop at sloppy kisses. His whole neck looked like one big bruise and he sighed. One of these days he had to learn how to say no to Hvitserk. There wasn’t much else from last night that he remembered, and even though he felt less dead with a bit of cold water sprinkled at his face Ubbe didn’t suppose he’d be doing much of anything today.

When he got out of the bathroom, he saw Hvitserk staring at him from underneath the blanket. “What happened to your neck?” he mumbled, apparently remembering even less than Ubbe. Whatever his brother thought it might’ve been, made him suddenly sit up and look around the room. Ubbe frowned at him in question, inspecting the room as well. “Did she leave?” he then asked, sounding hoarse and tired. 

The frown deepened. “Who?” 

Hvitserk let himself fall back into the pillows and scratched his stomach in thought. “The one who tried to suck you off through your neck.” He replied eventually in his sleepy tone, his face hidden behind his hands as he scrubbed at it in a futile attempt to get rid of the sleepiness.

A sarcastic snort escaped Ubbe against his better judgment. The vibrations of it slightly furthering his headache. “You think that’s what they did?” he asked, occupying himself with closing the blinds correctly, sighing in instant relief. “Interesting.” Ubbe hummed, going through their bags to find their water bottles. His mouth felt as dry as a desert and tasted as if something died there. 

“Looks like it,” Hvitserk shrugged, his eyes closed tightly before he opened them again. His brother appeared to have the same problems Ubbe did. “Prob’ly wanted to fuck you.” he mused and Ubbe could tell Hvitserk had absolutely no memory of what he’d done. But so far on their journey, that appeared to be a theme for both of them.

Time to change that. “Did you?” Ubbe asked innocently and then grabbed another bottle and threw it onto the mattress next to Hvitserk. Then he took a seat on the bed next to his. “Want to fuck me, I mean.” In all the time Ubbe had known his brother, he’d never seen him so perfectly still. He was sure Hvitserk wasn’t even breathing. 

For a while Ubbe thought Hvitserk was about to suffocate himself by simply refusing to let any air in and snapped his fingers to jolt his little brother into motion. With a big gulping breath Hvitserk broke his stare and directed his gaze at the ceiling. He appeared to be in shock. If due to the revelation of his doing or from Ubbe’s brazenness he couldn’t tell. “Sorry?” his little brother finally said and swallowed thickly before daring to look at him again. It brought back another memory that almost made him laugh.

Ubbe shrugged, “You’re forgiven,” he said and took another sip from his bottle. 

“Must’ve been the wine,” Hvitserk elaborated before he reached for the water bottle. Instead of drinking it, he started peeling off the plastic band. His lips were on a good way of being bitten raw when Ubbe got back into the bed with him. He snipped at his brother’s forehead, forcing a very heartfelt “Ow!” out of Hvitserk, who let up from the bottle to hold his head. 

With a scoff his little brother lay back into the pillows, for all the world looking like he was pouting. “You’re so dumb,” Ubbe told him, earning a hurt look. He leaned down, carefully studying Hvitserk’s expression before taking hold of his brother’s face. “So utterly stupid.” 

He kissed him straight on the lips, something he knew he’d done last night as well, because frankly, it hadn’t been the wine for either of them. 

[dosisofdepression]

Chapter II: Mother´s day

I do not know how to start this. Sometimes is a lot what had happened before that had affected me so much that some parts are blurry in my memory.

I can probably start with the mom-related sad stories since mother´s day is coming soon.

I consider that I do not have a good relationship with my mom and hurts me in so many ways. Isn´t she the one who is supposed to be my best friend? someone who can I share the first time I kissed a guy? who can I receive a woman-to-woman advice? well, this was not our case and has never been. My mom always tried to be nice at some point, at least I can recognize that from her. I would feel sick and she would spoil me with either ice cream or some sort of treat, including if there was nothing to give, she would give like great news or something like positive and I´m grateful for what she has done for all of us as a parent.

Unfortunately, her dark side will always appear. She never tried to listen and understand our feelings and thoughts including our own preferences in life, even after marriage. She would always look at us with prejudice, would laugh at us and judge us even for the way we look every single day or the things we liked. Sometimes I would be so tired of letting her hurt me with her words that with all my anger, sadness and frustration will come out with a lot of screams, bad words and say super rude things to her that you would never imagine saying to your mom. It always ended up so bad. She would slap me, smack me, sometimes with things, like a hanger, cords, sandals and the belt, she would pull my hair and say hurtful and terrible things. You might probably be wondering, but why? Idk I ask the same stupid question every single fucking day.

She hurt me in so many ways that I ended giving up including my self-esteem. I didn´t have one, specially at the teenager stage. Moms should be proud, nice and tell you "you look beautiful no matter what you wear" but instead my sisters and I, specially me, received a lot of hurtful comments like "I don´t like that, take it off, you look slutty; I can see your ass; you look ugly; no men will like to marry you if you show off your body; if you keep showing your body, someday a man will rape you (like wtf? this means because I fucking decided to wear shorts that day because it was hot I deserve to be raped?); you don´t even know how to even fucking cook, how would you feed your children in the future? what will your future husband say about it?

Fuck that, no wonder why today I'm suffering from anxiety, she destroyed my self-esteem and made me worry for a lot of stupid stuff that doesn´t FUCKING MATTERS and the church as well. WHAT FUCKING MATTERS IS MY HAPPINESS THAT IS FUCKIN IT!!!!!!!!!

I hate the fact to admit it but I fucking hate my mom, I really hate the way she is and what she did and has been doing with the intention of hurting me. I hate the fact that I hate her because she is MY MOM and I know she had suffered too as a woman specially at church, I just don´t get it, why she would be my biggest enemy? why? why I feel so much hate and love at the same time? why should I even feel the min. love of someone who destroyed me and keeps trying to do so? Why I keep letting her hurt me? Why can´t we just have a normal relationship?

Happy fucking mother´s day.