#risk it for the brisket~

[skxrbrand]

[tugstoffoles]

I wish everyone who hates on Chipotle workers a very horrible life

[merthosus]

Damn Brisket Five...

Summary: You stumble into a deli filled with multiple versions of Five, including one called Brisket Five, who urges you to choose a fresh start with him instead of forgiving your unfaithful Five. Both versions of Five plead for your affection, leaving you torn between the past and the possibility of something new. You're faced with a decision: forgive your Five or embrace a different path with Brisket Five.

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"Can I keep her?"

The first time you put a foot up the train-station stairs, your heart was racing. It felt like you were paralyzed as you tried to read the instructions of the railways. Trying to decipher the Minecraft enchantment language you would have found easier. The different colors, which should make it better to understand wasn't helping you either. So your impatient self, thought it was a good idea to just get into one of the trains.

"No risk no story", you always told yourself, but now standing in uncountable of different train stations, you needed to admit to yourself, that this was the worst proverb you could've used in your situation. After clutching yourself on one of the train rods, you watched yourself leaving the station you were. Looking at the display boards didn't help you either to locate your current position.

It feels like a fever dream, every station looks the same, every train looks the same, every fucking thing is identical to the other. White tiles, dirty walls and brightly colored train cards. After your first encounter with a cockroach you stumbled back into the train and made some involuntary pull-ups as that thing was following you. After getting into the fourteenth train you stopped to count. Every train station was empty, no Five in sight.

Instead every time you set foot at a station you were welcomed with mind rotting flickering light and the screeching sound of brakes, which belonged to the train you just got out. Suddently you asked yourself if someone was steering the train, but your fear of see something you didn't want, kept you from it. An hour and twenty minutes after (yes you counted), you had enough. You liked Five, everybody except him saw that, but being trapped in an infinitive translation was too much, even for you.

"One last time", you promised yourself as you waited the doors to open. Suddently Five walked by. You couldn't believe your eyes and hammered onto the glass. As the door opens you squeeze yourself through them and run after him. As he saw you he suddently began to run and vanish behind a corner. "FIVE!!", you screamed madly. All of that searching only to get rewarded from him running away?

You came to a halt as bright led lights blinded your eyes. "Max's Delicatessen", you read. You no longer think and open the door, a loud bell announced your entry. The first thing you saw was Five. And Five and Five and another Five. Your mouth fell open. Three of them surrounded the one you chased, he was standing with the back turned. "Guys you will never believe what I just saw!!", he exclaimed to the others. All of the three stared at me, as the others did too. "Guess we will Five, don't worry", one of the three said.

Even though your wettest dream just came true you didn't know if you liked what you just saw. At least fifteen Five's looked at you, inspecting every move you do. "This is a dream right?", you ask out loud. A few of the Fives smiled. "It's not", you heard a voice in the back. A different looking Five came out of the back, he wore an apron and a white shirt. "Your Five already said that you would eventually show up. You know he Is one of the asshole ones", he says. You still were very confused as he comes to you.

"What the hell is going on here?", you asked. You thought that you already saw the most fucked up shit but this was a different level of fucked up. You heard a few Fives in the back mumbling. "Why is she here? Did her Five lost her?", one asked. As the five with the apron looked into my kind of intimidated eyes, he turned around. "Listen to me dipshits! Continue doing whatever you were doing! I am gonna explain it to her", he said. Most of the Fives listened to him.

Making a documentary about them would certainly be entertaining, I wonder which five had to be the herd leader of the group. "Why do you get her?!", the drunkly looking Five in the back screamed. "SHUT UP DRUNK FIVE!", everyone screamed at the same time. "I am brisket Five by the way", Five exclaimed as he turned back to you. You took his hand and shared it. "I am Y/n", you introduce yourself.

Brisket Five smiled. "I know sweetheart", he said, while guiding you to one of the tables. You began to get red so you tried to hide your face to him, by putting your hands on your cheeks as you sit down on the table. Brisket Five took the seat infront of you and just looked at you, you could read some pity in his eyes. "So... Your Five told me that you were gonna search for him", he began to speak. "Yes! Do you know where he is?", you asked curious, still wanting to find him. Brisket Five took your hand, Butterflys forming into your stomach.

"I hate being the Five who tells you this", he begins as he suddently let go of your hand as drunk Five bumped against the table. The sound of his flask fall against the hard wood made you flinch. "He fucked Lila!", he said slumber. As his last word fell, your heart arches. All the searching was only to find out that he fucked with Lila? "Have you ever heard about sensitivity?", Brisket Five asked him. "Look she's gonna be sad anyway, why being sensitive?", he asked.

"Do you have some baskets in the back", he looks at him, while getting into the kitchen and argue with another employee Five. "You have no idea how much I hate this guy", he tells you, but as soon as he looked into your eyes again he stopped talking. "Look we are all different variants from him. Everyone in here is coming out of a different timeline, everyone tried to fight the apocalypse and everyone horrible failed", he explained to you.

"And every one of these Fives lost their Y/n. You are the first one that got lost in here. So don't mind the reactions from one of them here", he sightly looks into the direction of drink Five. "Their Y/N?", you ask bewildered. A few Fives laugh at the table beside us, they were currently eavesdropping on our conversation. "Your Five is the only Five out of the 23 quadrillions, that didn't had the balls to ask you out. You know your Five is popular by the name scaredy-cat Five. Moste of us don't like him", he says.

You can't help yourself but laugh. "You know if he asked you out before he stepped into this fucked up train it would have never happened. I am sorry that you are the first and hopefully also the least Y/n that has to go through that", he says, while looking down onto the table.

Brisket Five notices the change in your expression. He leans forward and takes your hand again, this time with more firmness and urgency. "Listen," he says softly, "I know it hurts, but maybe this is a chance for something different. Your Five… he’s messed up, and sure, we all have our flaws. But you don’t have to be tied to his mistakes. You deserve someone who sees you, who’s not afraid to fight for you, someone who’s willing to be there without making excuses. I could be that person, Y/N."

Just as you gather the courage to respond, the door to the deli opens again. Another Five walks in, but this one is different. His clothes are disheveled, his eyes look tired and worn. It's your Five. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. For a moment, time seems to stand still. The other Fives in the room fall silent, glancing between you and your Five with curiosity. Your heart races as you look at him. "Y/N..." he begins, but you cut him off before he can continue. "Why?" you ask, your voice calm but cutting.

"Why did you do this Five?" Five looks you straight in the eye, and you see a depth of regret and despair in him that you’ve never seen before. "I made a mistake," he finally says, his voice almost breaking. "I thought I could control everything, that I had it all under control. But I was wrong. Lila... that was a mistake, a moment of weakness. But you... you were never a mistake." Brisket Five leans in, his gaze never leaving yours.

"But Y/N, think about it. Do you really want to stay in this cycle of hurt and apologies? I know I can’t erase what he did, but I can promise you something better. We don’t have to repeat his mistakes. We can start fresh, build something real, without all the baggage." Your Five looks between you and Brisket Five, a mix of panic and realization dawning on his face. "Y/N, please… I know I’ve messed up, but don’t let that push you away. I can make this right," he pleads, but his voice lacks the certainty it once held.

The room is filled with tension as both Fives wait for your response. Brisket Five’s hand tightens around yours, a silent promise of something new, something different. Everything now depends on you. You have the choice to forgive your Five and try again, or you can take Brisket Five’s offer and explore what could be a less complicated, more honest relationship. Maybe you’re wondering if you’re ready to continue with a man who made such mistakes, or if you should embrace the chance for something new with someone who’s already shown he’s willing to fight for you. You take a deep breath as you make the decision in your heart.

Let's be real who would you choose?

[soullumii]

it's a risk but babe, i need the thrill | joel miller x f!reader

part 1, part 2

summary: everything finally comes to a head

warnings: 18+!!! smut! unprotected piv, gentle smut

tags: angst, reconciliation, fluff, pining, smut (but it's light compared to the other two parts), halloween vibes (i was supposed to finish this in october, oops)

word count: 5.8k

a/n: guys. i am SO SORRY for the wait. this was so hard for me to finish i almost gave up so many times. i'm still unhappy with this but i can't make myself work on it anymore so here u go. thank you all so much for your patience, i really appreciate it. special thank you to @joelsfaveouritegirl for your support... i probably would've never finished this if it weren't for you, so thank you. <3. and thanks to all of you who kept me accountable. i hope you enjoy this fucking mess. also, this is probably the last joel fic i'll write for a while. i'm sorry. still, i hope you like this.

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There are only two seasons in Jackson, Wyoming: winter and not winter.

Where other states might have a gradual shift from warm to cold, in Wyoming, it’s like a slap to the face, quite literally. The moment you step into the evening October air, it feels as if you’ve walked into a wall of cold. 

You shiver in your thick coat, and pull your scarf over your frosty nose as you meander down to the plaza.

While Jackson residents enjoy their time indoors and close to the fireplace during the colder months, they still love to celebrate outdoors, relying on their booze to keep them warm.

You don’t stop by Joel’s for a drink this time, he’s likely already in town square, dragged there by his daughter. Or… sort of daughter. He’s told you how he feels about Ellie, but the girl has her own opinions. Sure, she might deny that he’s like her dad, but she sure as hell treats him like he is. 

You’re meeting them there. 

The stars are already twinkling in the sky when you reach the throng of people. All of Jackson’s residents are in the plaza tonight for Halloween, dressed in homemade costumes and ones raided from the Party City in Idaho Falls. Jack-o-lanterns glow menacingly in corners and scarecrows are propped against brick walls. A few people in particularly frightening costumes prowl about, startling kids and adults alike.

Stalls line the edges of the plaza, each one providing something different. Tipsy Bison’s stall is run by Tommy, serving alcohol for the adults of the town. Seth’s stall is serving pork and brisket sandwiches. There’s a few stalls down the road advertising pumpkins and pastries, and you get a whiff of apple cider. Barrels of fire are scattered about to provide warmth. Lights are strung from the roofs of buildings, spread across the road, like clothes on a clothesline. 

It’s incredibly cozy, and already, you feel much warmer than you did walking out of your house. 

Within moments of passing Seth’s stall you hear Ellie’s voice ring out. 

“She's here!”

You can’t see her weaving through the crowd but you can see Joel trailing behind, his arm trapped in front of him. He politely excuses himself and apologizes to those he bumps into as his daughter drags him through a crowd of people. 

You can’t help but laugh, especially when you hear him say, “Jesus, kid, slow down.” 

And then she’s in front of you, smiling and bouncing excitedly on her heels, dressed as one of the superheroes from the comics she reads. Joel is behind her wearing a black blindfold with the eyes cut out, and a felt superhero crest is stitched to the front of his black sweater. He looks very adorable. Clearly, Ellie forced him to dress up. His gaze catches yours, full of something you can’t quite grasp, a small, embarrassed smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he says, voice soft.

“Hi,” you repeat.

It’s been… well… you’re not quite sure how to describe how it’s been since you told him to stop kissing you. 

It’s not like you guys have stopped seeing each other since then. Or that it’s been more awkward or anything. It just feels as if you’ve been depriving your body of what it needs, like you’re actively starving yourself. 

You’d feel full while he was fucking you, and yet there was a hole in your chest, gnawing at your thoughts, a hunger so deep rooted that it’s been taking you longer to come. 

Joel had noticed, too. Noticed your struggle and your frustration. He took it as something he was doing wrong, even though you insisted that wasn’t the case. Still, he took his time with you, trying to meet all your needs, and that, funnily enough, just made you feel worse. 

Your meetings have grown fewer. Sometimes you would go a couple weeks without seeing each other—at least like that.  Funny, how before you were so upset when he hadn’t been with you for a while. And now… now the distance is needed.

You still went out to dinner with him and Tommy and Maria. You still stopped by to say hi to Ellie and ask Joel how he’s been. Things have been normal, besides the overwhelming feeling of longing that strikes your breast the moment you see him. 

You worry that it shows on your face, especially because of the dreams you’ve been having, like some lovesick teenager. Dreams that don’t involve just having sex. Dreams that frame the two of you as lovers, as parents as… growing old together. 

Sometimes you’ll wake up crying, wondering if maybe you should just stop seeing him, talking to him, being around him all together. But then you’ll see him in town, or on patrols, and you know you’d never be able to stay away.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, and turn your attention to Ellie. 

“Hey kiddo!” You greet, plastering a smile on. She doesn’t seem to notice your being off. 

“You’re not dressed up,” she remarks, arms crossing over her chest. 

“Um. Yes I am,” you gesture to your black sweater and black pants. “I’m a black cat.” 

“You don’t even have ears or whiskers and a nose. That's a terrible costume.” 

Joel squeezes her shoulder with a frown. “Hey, quit.”

“No, she’s fine. She’s right,” you sigh. “This was super last minute.” 

“Cat is doing face painting down by the haunted house. You should let her paint some whiskers on you.” 

You take a glance at Joel and he shrugs. God he looks ridiculous in that costume. Your heart constricts. You might as well be as ridiculous as him. 

“That sounds great,” you say. Ellie looks like she’s about to drag you there when Dina comes running around the corner, practically slamming into her. 

“Hey!” Ellie laughs, “Slow down.” 

“You have to come with me. We’re going to do the haunted house, Jesse is already waiting for us. Come on,” Dina says, and pulls Ellie away before you and Joel can say a thing. 

The two of you stand there for a moment, watching the kids with fond smiles before finally looking at each other. 

His gaze seems to soften impossibly more when it lands on you.

“Your costume is kinda lame,” he says after a moment. 

“Oh shut up.”

**

The paintbrush glides smoothly over your skin as Cat paints the tip of your nose black and whiskers on your cheeks. You keep sneaking glances at Joel who waits patiently for your face painting session to finish.

Once you’re done you stride over to him, grinning.

“Well?” You prompt, turning around and showing off your newly improved costume. “Not so lame anymore, huh?”

He chuckles, eyes roaming your figure. Heat simmers low in your belly at the glint in his dark eyes. “Much better.”

He pauses, eyes catching on your face. “Hey, wait.” He grabs your hand and pulls you in close. He’s warm, a nice contrast to the cool October air. You want to just snuggle up to him, wriggle your fingers up under his sweater to share his warmth.

“You got a little somethin’…” he trails off, hand coming up to press his thumb to your skin. He gently wipes off a stray black smudge from beneath your eye. It takes no less than five seconds, yet it feels like an eternity. Your chest presses into his, his hand is warm as it cups your cheek. His breath puffs against your lips, an almost kiss. And his eyes, focused so dearly on the smudge, slowly drift up to lock with yours. 

“Perfect,” he mumbles, gaze never straying from yours. His hand never leaves your cheek, his thumb brushing carefully below your eye once more, a soft, subconscious caress now.

“Thanks,” you breathe.

Time feels like it’s stopped. 

A kid rushes by with a delighted scream as another kid in a costume chases after him. You and Joel jolt apart, snapped back into motion.

He clears his throat and you swallow hard.

“You want somethin’ to drink?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

***

Tommy is beaming with his own little flush of alcohol when you and Joel come across his stall.

Maria hangs by his side, but her eyes follow every action happening around you. Ever the diligent leader.

“Howdy,” Tommy says, and Maria takes the time to glance over at the two of you with a welcoming smile.

“Hey,” Joel says, and you nod your head in greeting.

“You guys lookin’ for a drink?” Tommy asks. “We’ve got spiked apple cider.”

You bounce excitedly on your toes at that. Joel laughs lightly at the way your expression brightens. “We’ll take two.”

“Comin’ right up.”

“You’ve done a great job planning for this, Maria. Everything looks amazing,” you say.

She turns to you, and to your surprise, she looks a bit bashful. “Thanks. Everyone on the council helped a lot. I’m glad we can provide something fun like this.”

“The kids really need it.”

“I think the adults do, too. It’s nice to be able to scream without it being true fear.”

“Amen to that,” Tommy pipes up and sets two mugs of steaming spiked apple cider down. 

“Thanks, Tommy,” Joel says, and hands you a mug.

“There’s a haunted house down the road, you guys should go check it out. Laney and Paul spent a long time on it,” Maria says.

“We will, thanks. See you guys around!”

You wave goodbye to them and make your way through the plaza. Joel’s hand finds the small of your back, warm and steady. You’re glad for it, as scarers prowl along the streets, jumping out randomly and thrusting their hands in your face.

The haunted house lingers at the edge of the road like a ghost. Party City decorations blot the yard: gravestones, plastic skeletons, witches with rotted cloaks. It’s like everything they could manage to carry was dumped here. 

A line curves outside the door, kids bouncing on their feet as they await their turns. You feel a little ridiculous joining them, being your age, but Joel probably feels even more ridiculous so you push the thought from your mind.

“I’m actually kind of nervous,” you tell him as screams ring out from within the house.

“This thing ain’t nearly as terrifyin’ as the real world,” Joel says.

“Yeah, but still. I’ve never been a fan of being scared.” 

Joel takes a sip of his spiked apple cider and shrugs. “I’ll protect ya.”

“My hero,” you coo and run your hand over the superhero crest stitched to his chest. He smiles. 

Soon enough you’re at the door. 

“You go first,” you tell Joel, and shove him in front of you, but you don’t let go of him.

"Good to know you're not afraid to throw me to the wolves."

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

He rolls his eyes but lets you fist one of your hands in his sweater and hold onto his arm with the other. You peer around him as the two of you venture inside. 

A radio plays spooky sounds from all directions as you trail behind Joel through the house. Your eyes flit across every crevice, searching for who is going to scare you. Still, you don’t notice everything.

From seemingly nowhere, someone pops out in a Michael Meyers mask with a fake knife. You screech and hold tight to Joel. He hardly even flinches.

“How are you so chill?” you ask with a pout once you’ve recovered. Red lights flash in the hallway. Your voice is shaking. God, you’re a wimp.

“Because I’ve got someone I need to protect. I can’t act all scared, now, can I?”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s just making shit up. He’s not scared at all.

You get closer and closer to him as the house progresses. Your hands are now interlinked, your cheek pressed against the warm muscle of his shoulder blades. You’re practically on top of him, trying to stay as close as possible. 

Even with Joel acting so nonchalant, you’re scared. You get jump scared a few more times as you continue, thankful that your hands are preoccupied with holding onto Joel else you might’ve punched one of the scarers.

Eventually you make it to the end in one piece, your heart racing. You know it’s ridiculous—Ellie probably got through this with a straight face. Still, it’s kind of fun, being scared. You’re giggling into Joel’s sweater by the end of it, and he’s tucked you into his side, hand still interlocked with yours as you meander back to the plaza.

Warmth blossoms in your chest. Is this what it would be like if you were truly together? You feel the urge to push up on your toes to kiss him, but you shove it down. Guilt tugs at the back of your mind at the thought. 

“You’re such a scaredy cat, I guess that costume is fittin’,” he muses, rubbing warmth into your waist.

“Sorry we can’t all be macho men like you."

You go to pull away, to create some distance. You can’t keep getting close to him like this. It weighs too heavily on your heart. But Joel squeezes your hand and tugs you back into his side, and you’re so very weak. You melt into him despite yourself.

“I think you rather like my macho-ness,” he says.

Heat pools in your belly at the smirk on his face, the darkness in his eyes. You avert your gaze with a small smile, warmth coloring your cheeks. “Yeah right.”

He turns toward you, towering over you. His hand splays heavily on your hip, and you shudder. “Playin’ coy now, huh? Where was this yesterday when—“

“Joel!” Ellie screeches, skidding to a stop in front of the two of you. You feel the urge to jerk away, but Joel only shifts so that he’s no longer in your face. He still keeps you close. 

“What’s up kiddo?” 

“There’s a campfire, everyone’s asking us to play a song.” 

That piques your interest. Joel has played guitar for you a couple times, though he’s always very shy about it. You’ve stumbled across him playing on his own with no one to watch. It’s fascinating what the music does to him.

It’s like he’s transported somewhere else, his eyes closed as his fingers pluck the strings of his guitar, his foot tapping to the beat, his head nodding along as his hands tell a story through the notes. 

You’ve never seen him play a whole song like that, he’s always noticed you before he could ever finish. And when you’d ask him to keep playing, there was a bit of stiltedness. You realized it was nervousness… he wanted you to be impressed, to like what he was doing. 

You’re not sure how you ever could dislike his playing. 

“You should do it,” you say. 

Joel’s hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. “I dunno—“

“What, you’re not scared, are you?” you tease.

“Don't talk to me about being scared. Pretty sure you stretched out my sweater with how hard you were holding onto me,” he counters. 

“Will you two stop bickering like a married couple? Joel, they’re waiting. Come on!” Ellie says and grabs his hand, tugging him along. You laugh as you follow, though her little comment sticks in your mind. 

***

Joel settles down on a log with his guitar in his lap. Ellie sits at his side. You got a spot a couple logs away, so you could get a good view of them. The campfire lights his silver hair copper, reflecting like stars off the wood of his guitar. 

“Any fans of Bread here?” he asks, and a few hoots and hollers sound out. Joel laughs at that, and Ellie rolls her eyes. You've never heard of the band, but you wait with bated breath. They tune their guitars, and then Joel takes a deep breath and counts down. 

One, two, three, four…

Soft strumming fills the air. Ellie keeps the main melody, but Joel plucks more of the details. He sings first.

Baby I’m-a want you

Baby I’m-a need you

You’re the only one I care enough to hurt about

His voice is smooth, a bit shaky from the nerves, but it washes over you like a warm wave of water. Immediately, you’re drawn in. It’s unrealistic, but you still think that Joel could save the world with his voice. It’s scratchy but soft, if one can be both of those things at the same time.

He looks up through his lashes, his gaze catching yours.

Maybe I’m-a crazy, but I just can’t live without

your lovin’ and affection… givin’ me direction

Like a guiding light to help me through my darkest hours

Lately I’m-a prayin’ that you’ll always be-a stayin’

Beside me…

Your breath catches in your throat while he sings.

It’s just a song, you tell yourself. But the way he’s looking at you… it’s as if everyone else has disappeared. As if the words were created specifically for you. As if… as if maybe he chose this song for a reason…

Ellie picks up the prechorus with her angelic voice, and you’re brought back into the present. But then Joel starts the solo, his eyelids fluttering shut as the music takes over him. His head nods along to notes as he plucks each one out with precision and skill. His foot taps in time with the beat, and people cheer, but you can’t stop staring. 

The solo ends all too soon, but Joel’s voice merges beautifully with Ellie’s harmonies back on the prechorus once more. 

Lately I’m-a prayin’ that you’ll always be a stayin’

Beside me…

Used to be my life was just emotions passin’ by. 

Then you came along and made me laugh and made me cry

He gives you a small grin, secret, for no one else but you.

You taught me why…

Baby I’m-a want you. 

Baby I’m-a need you. 

Oh, it took so long to find you baby

Baby I’m-a want you.

Baby I’m-a need you.

Your chest constricts at the sight of him, at the sound of the last few notes being plucked expertly by his fingers. At the blend of his voice with Ellie’s. You can't bear to sit here at this campfire, watching him only as a friend, a fellow neighbor, just like everyone else. You want him to sing this song for you. To know that it’s only you he’s thinking of as the last few strings are plucked by his nimble fingers, ringing out into the dark, cold night. That it’s only you he sees clapping and cheering him on. But you can’t even grant him that, already on your feet the moment the song ends, practically sprinting away from the campfire as your throat grows tight and tears spring to your eyes.

You hope no one has noticed. You hope the footsteps you can hear crunching on crimson leaves are just someone walking past. Of course they’re not though.

“Are you okay?” the familiar timbre of Joel’s voice asks.

God, no! Why! 

You frantically wipe the tears from your eyes, sniffling snot so it doesn’t drip down your lip and betray you. 

“Oh,” you start, and internally curse the way your voice shakes. You turn toward the one who has been unraveling you at the seams with a trembling smile. “Hi, Joel.”

“Christ, what’s wrong, baby?”

“Don’t—don’t call me baby,” you say, and it’s not at all what you mean to say. You mean to just reassure, to just brush this off and bury it deep inside and never let it out. But you don’t. 

Joel’s face hardens, and he steps in closer with a hand stretched out but at the look on your face, thinks better of touching you.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he says. “Why are you crying? What happened?”

Nothing. It was just a pretty song.

Was it for me?

Nothing. I’m just being hormonal.

Do those lyrics mean something to you?

Nothing. 

Enough. Enough with the excuses and the rules and the lies. 

“You happened,” you spit. 

He takes a surprised step back. “What?”

“You and your stupid fucking—your stupid fucking friends with benefits and your stupid fucking big heart and your stupid fucking guitar happened, Joel.”

This is probably the first time you’ve ever rendered Joel speechless outside of sex. He looks so stupid standing there staring at you with his wide eyes and his dropped jaw. And yet all you want to do his pull him in and hug him and tell him how much you love his stupid fucking face. Instead, you take a step back. 

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” he mutters. “You’re freezin’. Let’s head back to my place, we can talk about it there—“

“No. No. I won’t let you just fuck me and then pretend like whatever’s between us doesn’t exist.”

“That’s not—“ he starts, but then must register what you said because his brows furrow over his ice cold gaze. “Me? I pretend like it doesn’t exist?” 

“Yes!”

“No I don’t. You’re the one that told me you didn’t want me to kiss you anymore. You’re the one that’s been keepin’ me at arm's length all this time. You’re the one pretending.”

You go to yell back at him, to deny, but the realization that he’s right kills the words in your throat, and you fall silent. 

Joel steps closer, his voice dropping. “You can act like I’m the one that’s been torturing you as much as you like, but it just ain’t true.” 

His eyes flit across your face wildly, taking in the tears in your eyes, the tremble of your lips, the tint of your cheeks from the cold. He softens.

“Darlin' I... I have been in love with you since the first time I heard you laugh. Since the first time you even glanced my way. Every god damn day is torture wanting all of you when all I can have is some of you.”

You can’t speak, can hardly even breathe. 

“If you don’t want to make this anythin’ other than sex, just tell me,” he whispers, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw. His breath condenses into steam in the cold air. “Tell me you want to keep pretending, and we can keep pretending."

“I…I don’t.” You shake your head. “I don’t want to keep pretending.”

His nose brushes yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Tell me you don’t want more.”

You swallow harshly. “I want more.” 

“Tell me you’re sorry you made me stop kissing you.”

“Please, kiss me, Joel.”

“You’re not very good at followin’ directions, are you?” he says, grinning, and you can’t help but laugh into the kiss when he pulls you in.

His lips are soft, deliberate when they meet yours. He coaxes you open, makes you slow down, pulls you into it so you feel it entirely. Reminds you of what you were missing when you forbade him from kissing you. 

God, you missed it so much. Missed him. 

Joel’s arms wind around your waist, his hands sliding along the fabric of your coat, and it’s so cold but god you wish you had less layers on right now. You’re sure the warmth of his hands could keep you from hypothermia. 

“I’m sorry I forbade you from kissing me,” you say. 

He hums, “I guess I can forgive you. Might need some convincing.”

“Oh shut up,” you grin, and pull him back in again. 

“I hate pretending like I don’t love you,” he murmurs against your lips, hands gripping your waist.

“You… really love me?”

“Did you not hear my speech earlier?” 

“I did. I just… can’t really believe it.”

He pulls you in close and gently grasps your jaw with his large hands. He kisses you again, thumbs brushing against your cheeks. 

His lips find the corner of your mouth. “I love you,” he says. 

A kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

A kiss to your eyelid. “I love you.” 

When he pulls back, he’s smiling again. It’s strange to see Joel smile. He really doesn’t do it often around anyone. But you guess you’re an exception.

All that time you had spent pushing him away, agonizing over how much you loved him, fearing that he’d leave you if you so much had hinted that you were in love with him, only for him to be in love with you all this time? Holy shit. The world feels like it’s turned upside down. 

“Okay, I think I believe you now,” you say in a laugh. 

“You haven’t said it back, which I guess is alright—“

“I love you too, Joel,” you interrupt. 

He softens again. “I love you,” he murmurs, and pulls you in again for another toe curling kiss. God, you were an idiot for making him stop.

He wipes the tears from your eyes with a calloused thumb. “Your face paint is smudgin’.” 

“It was a stupid costume anyway.”

“No, it's cute. But…” Joel glances about, lips quirking in a smirk. He leans down, and his voice is so low you almost don’t hear it. “I think it would look better on my floor.”

“Well…” you fight the grin on your face, delighting in the heat curling low within you. “I guess since you love me and we’re kissing again and aren’t exactly friends anymore… we could really put that statement to the test.” 

“I think we should,” he says, and leans down to kiss your neck. 

You hum in approval. “What about Ellie?”

“She had plans to go to Dina’s after the festival,” he says, between kisses. “Come over, please? Or do I need to send you a letter with a wax stamp and everythin’?”

“Well… since you said please, I guess that will do.”

The whole walk to his place he has his arm slung about your waist, proudly displaying that you’re his. 

You nuzzle yourself into his side, grateful for his warmth and companionship. Your heart feels so full, so light, as if you might actually drift up into the air. Thank god Joel is holding you to keep you grounded. 

You smile at Maria and Tommy when you pass by them, and they exchange a look that says something like Finally. 

Then you’re at his house, and he’s unlocking the door and letting you go in first. And this time when you’re welcomed inside, you’re no longer worrying about rules or how you feel, or how you might fuck this up. It’s so fucking freeing. 

Joel doesn’t ravish you the moment the door closes. Instead, he kind of just stares at you. 

You squirm under his attention, growing self conscious. “What?”

He smiles, hands gravitating to your hips. “Nothin’. I just love you.” 

You grin. “I love you too.” 

He kisses you again, and you don’t think you could ever get enough of it. You kisses you roughly against the door, hips colliding with yours, over and over, and soon enough you’re shaking with want. Mind muddled, whispering a single word into his ear, “Bedroom.” 

It feels different here this time. All those times in the past had felt restrained, now, everything feels exactly as it should. 

When before you used to strip down quickly just to get him inside you, this time, you both take your time. He carefully unwraps you like a present as he noses kisses down your throat. He peels your thick black sweater off, and slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders, his dark eyes locked with yours. Joel reaches behind you and undoes the clasp with ease. You can hardly hold back your shaky sigh. 

Your hands smooth over his sweater-clad chest before pulling it up and over his head. That jagged scar is there on his stomach, a reminder of everything he’s been through. You run your hand along it, and he shudders. 

“Sit down,” he says. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and he kneels before you. Then, he grabs your boot-clad foot and sets it on his thigh. He undoes the laces and carefully takes the boot off. He does the other, and then hooks his fingers around your waistband and pulls it and your panties off together. 

“I was right,” he says. “It really does look better on my floor.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, and pull him back into you. His lips catch yours gently, but the kiss intensifies when your mouth parts eagerly as his tongue swipes across the seam of your lips. His tongue slips in, and a moan tumbles out of you as your hands scrabble at his shoulder blades, your nails lightly scratching over thin scars.

His nose squishes against your cheek, and his large, hot hands slide up and down your body, like he just can’t keep them still. Like he wants to catalog all of you right now, remember it forever. 

He rocks against you, still confined in his jeans, but you can feel the hard shape of him brushing against your sensitive core, the friction incredibly delicious. Your hands find his button and zipper, undoing them both with as much concentration as you can muster, though it’s really difficult when he’s kissing you like you contain all of the world’s oxygen. 

Finally, he allows you to breathe, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin of your throat as he mouths hot kisses down your skin. He grips one of your thighs, setting it against his hip, large, rough fingers splaying across the whole of it. God, you love how easily you fit in his palms.

He grinds his hips into you over and over and you moan, aching for the feel of him inside you. You tug at his waistband again. “Joel, please take these off already.” 

“Not yet,” he says, and releases your leg, his hand skating across the skin of your thigh, brushing gently along, making you shudder in his hold. You can feel the warmth of his fingers as he nears where you want him most. 

And then, his fingers are on you, swirling in gentle circles, unraveling you at the seams. Your head hits the mattress and your back arches. He knows exactly what to do to make you putty in his hands, has had so much time to practice. But this time, it feels so much better, knowing now that he loves you. That you’re more than just friends. 

Your palms find his face and you pull him in for a slow, meaningful kiss, trying to tell him just how thankful you are for him. How glad you are that he loves you. How sorry you are for not letting him kiss you. It’s kind of hard to kiss him, though, when he’s making you feel this good. Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging at it, and he moans into your mouth. 

He slips one, two fingers inside you, pumping them at a steady pace that has your hands gripping his hair tightly and your hips scrabbling for that pleasant release dangling in front of you. He urges you on with encouraging, quiet words, his dark eyes boring into yours. Your mind, body, and soul feel hot.

When his thumb finds your clit it’s only moments until you’re shattering against him, warmth flooding your body. Your hips jerk, your legs shaking as he takes you over the edge. 

“Pants off. Now,” you huff between breaths, and he finally listens. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Then, he shifts you up the bed… it reminds you of the first time the two of you had sex again after he was so busy. So much the same yet so different. His hand moves up your body, cups one of your breasts, kneading it gently. When his thumb ghosts over your nipple, you shiver. 

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” he murmurs, and grasps your knee, pulling it over his hip. 

And then he’s sliding in, and the stretch is blissful, so welcome, so familiar and yet so new. You hold onto him, keeping him close as he begins to move. You feel full, mind faraway with bliss.

“God, Joel-“ you hiss. 

He groans out your name, and it rumbles through you like rolling thunder. Lightning lights a fuse at the end of your spine. 

You’re out of control. He tends to do that to you. Make you angry, make you sad, draw all the emotions you tend to not want to deal with out of you. Frustrates you, makes you so hungry with want that you throw all semblance of rational thought away. And he likes it. You like it. 

God, you love him so much. 

You move together as one, pushing and pulling. Everything shrinks down to just this. Him. You. Where your bodies meet. 

“More,” you moan, and he huffs out a laugh, but obliges, thrusting into you deeper, harder, and you’re as tight as a bowstring. 

Every anxious thought, every worry, every single doubt dissipates with every movement of his hips. You shift your own to meet his thrusts, and soon he’s gasping into your skin, growling your name. His hand winds into your hair, and he breathes with you, eyes locked with yours. 

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs. “Come for me.” 

Well, who are you to deny him? He pushes you over the edge in an instant, your body going taught, eyes rolling back into your head. His name flows out of you like a mantra.

Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. 

“I love you,” he says into your throat when he follows you, hips jerking with sloppy thrusts as he comes inside you. 

Joel collapses next to you, pulling you into him, his arm slung heavily across your waist. When you can finally catch your breath, you say, “I love you, too.”

His grin is sated, eyes heavy when he pulls you in for another deep kiss. “We’ve said that a lot, huh?”

“Just making up for lost time. I think it’s alright.” 

“I should’ve said it a lot sooner,” he says, calloused fingers brushing against your cheek as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Me too. Telling you not to kiss me was really dumb.” 

“Probably not the smartest thing you’ve said.” 

You scoff in mock offense, pushing at his shoulder. “Asshole.” 

“Yeah, but you love me.”

You roll your eyes, but scoot further into him, laying your head on his chest. 

It might have been a risk to fall in love with your best friend, but God, you’re glad you did. 

“Yeah, I really do.”

[alwaysoutofpaper]

For Meredith:

What is your favorite food?

What's your least favorite food?

she's a bit of a foodie. also, she has a sweet tooth.

food descriptions under the cut

A sort of dumpling, typically filled with minced meat/brains and a pickled vegetable for a bit of a crunch. Usually boiled, but can be fried, and often topped with a small bit of sour sauce. Would be about the size of a baseball.

A soft, melty, cheese-like substance, usually mixed with a fruit/berry (gives it color & flavor) then wrapped in an edible frond and candied. Usually served room temperature, if heated the filling risks becoming liquidy.

A grainy dough shaped into a cup before baking, then filled with any variety of ingredients. The one shown is topped with hae's mock orange, sweet green nuts, and a whipped cream analogue.

Rolled y'kul brisket. An uncommon, costly import that can be eaten as-is or used for other dishes. Meredith usually gets a sugared type if she can find it.

Basically microwave enchiladas and rice with sliced pepper, though hae "rice" is a bit tougher to chew than our own. Sauce applied liberally. Pre-made meals are strictly regulated to be nutritionally dense, though there are healthier options available. It would taste better than it looks.

Ground meat and vegetables cooked and then pressed into cubes, meant to be used as an ingredient in soups or broken up as filling for some other dish. Meredith would eat them as-is like a freak (college graduate struggle meal)

Microwave noodles with chopped veggie stalks. The noodles would be thick and the overall flavor mild. Usually topped with the consumer's choice of sauce, but Meredith also ate these as-is.

Y'kivta, or more formally, y'kul-kivta (heart of y'kul). A fruit with an acquired taste (like sweet grapefruit) and texture (like raw flesh).

The Horrid Legume. An oversized pea, really. Generally eaten with a sprinkling of salt. They're a "superfood" that Meredith refuses to touch. Enrais likes em though :)

A lot of modern hae food has human influences, because the Hae have learned a lot from humanity. Especially what not to do.

[bellyyearner]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 3: Date Night

Word Count: 1320

Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

Feedee POV, large feedee x thin feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, tight clothes, social setting, stuffing, belly noises

As you both are walking up the stairs you can feel your belly wobbling beneath the strained fabric of your button up, your pants were a struggle to put on and you already know you're at risk of popping the button before dinner even starts. You turn your gaze to your wife and she just looks so elegant, her lithe body adorned with a flowy knee length crimson dress, hugging her upper curves while obscuring her lower, dark brown hair cresting the tops of her shoulders. The smell of the restaurant permeates both of your noses but one of you is clearly more drawn to it than the other. Despite the extra effort of hauling the almost 200lbs of pure fat you've added to your frame you're quite thankful most of it went to your fattened middle, makes going up stairs easier as you don't have to try too hard to balance.

When you both reach the top of the stairs you step to the side and take a short breather. After a moment your partner looks up to you with beaming eyes and a wide smile

"Alright sweetie.. are you ready to have some fun?" ;)

"You know it babe"

"Good, lets go celebrate this right"

You both walk to the receptionist, they check your reservation and guide you on over to the booth your wife booked, a fact you learned less than an hour ago which explained why she was so restrictive with your meals today. "Restrictive" as in a normal day of eating for a normal sized person. She slides into her side of the booth with ease to watch the show, as you bend your knees to slide on in. Ass barely against the seat and you can feel the table digging in to your gut already, but your belly is doughy enough to not have issues sucking it in and sliding the rest of the way through.

You pull out your phone to scan the QR code on the table but as soon as you try she puts her hand over your phone and lightly pushes it to the table.

"I'll be handling this tonight sweet heart. Just be a good pig and wait a few minutes as I get us situated, get comfy you're gonna need it"

Your heart flutters as you shake your head, unable to form a proper reply. The squeeze from the table against your fattened gut is causing the rumbling to begin, an angry belly demanding to be filled letting out a roar, your wife just chuckles in response as she peruses the menu.

After the minutes pass she sets her phone down and presses the button next to the QR code, a server comes by moments later, you now realize that the kitchen door is only a mere 20 feet away. Something she definitely knew before hand.

"What can we get started for you both?"

"Hey yeah we'll get a Sea Food pallet, a Caesar salad, 2 brisket specials , 2 margaritas, and 2 glasses of water to start"

"Sounds good, I'll get those drinks out for you now, the food will be coming out in about 10 minutes"

With that your server walked to the kitchen and returned shortly after with the margaritas and water. The both of you engage in conversation and sharing memories while you wait for the plates to arrive. The margaritas went quickly so your wife presses the button again and orders another 2. The food comes out with the drinks and it smells so enticing. Unsure where to start you look to her and she greets you with hungry eyes

"Well? What are you waiting for baby? Pick up that fork and get to work, I've got big plans for you tonight"

Obediently you grab your fork and start on the brisket, the tender meat falling apart so softly in your mouth, infused with the southern flavors you've grown so accustomed to. Quickly you get sucked into your own little world, pushing more and more of the juicy meat past your lips between sips of your margarita. By the time you finish the first plate your angry gut has been replaced with a greedy one, leaning back a bit you caress your love handles to your belly button beneath the table. You feel the tip of her heel poke your fupa and you look down back at her, her head resting atop her hands as she quietly says "Good job sweetie, but that's just the start, nows not the time for a break"

Your crotch grows hot as you stifle a burp, she presses the tip of her heel into your gut deeper this time as she stares you down with greedy eyes, forcing a little more gas to come up. You taste the brisket on your breath before she says "Was the brisket good piggy? Go ahead, I didn't order this one for me anyways" she inches the plate towards you, eyes locked onto your lardy middle spilling onto the table. She presses the button on the table again as you tear into the meat once more, barely even registering her placing another drink order when the server comes by. Juicy meat with intense flavor sliding down your throat and falling into the abyss that she owns and maintains very well.

As soon as the 2nd plate was cleared the server had returned with cocktails and took away the 2 plates you already cleared. You notice your wife has just been sipping her drink and taking slow bites of her salad this whole time

"Are you not gonna have any of the seafood babe?"

"Not at all, sure it's meant to be shared but... I'm enjoying making you look like a complete and utter fat ass"

You blush hard, looking her over and taking in her thin form, the contrast between you is undeniable. Sure the booth is somewhat secluded but you know damn well your server has probably already alerted the kitchen staff to the obese pig they're cooking for. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of them had peeked through the window on the kitchen door to see the gargantuan size of who their feeding.

The thought quickly fades though as your wife picks up a shrimp and presses it to your lips, instinctively you open up and lean in, forgetting all about decency as you do so. With subtle words of encouragement and more of her heels poking and probing your belly the sea food pallet slowly but surely disappears. By this point your gut is pressing against the table hard. The buttons above the table are stretched tight, making the fabric between them take the shape of ovals. You're stifling burps as the gas in your belly shifts and the food churns.

A small break occurs and the two of you just enjoy each other's company, talks of when to take pto next, where you should go on vacation, what shows and books you've been wanting to watch/read. She presses the button again without acknowledging it and the conversation keeps going, once your server arrives your wife orders a parfait, a sundae, and a whole chocolate cake to go. As the server walks off your wife turns to you and rather curtly says

"The parfait is mine fatty. It may look good and tasty but you're not touching it" a smile crest her lips and she laughs, you join her as well before saying

"Don't worry about that, a sundae is just what I need, besides I doubt that cake is for tomorrow"

"Of course not, as soon as our desserts are gone, you're gonna squeeze your way out of that booth you've eaten yourself stuck into, we'll head home, and I'll have you face down in that cake as soon as we're upstairs"

She leans over the table and beckons you closer, with a whisper she says

"I'll be making you my bitch tonight sweetheart, the lube, strap on, and towels are already laid out, happy anniversary piggy"

[strayrumia]

Road to Relationship (Ch. 3)

lee know x fem!reader

Synopsis: [Y/N] and Minho have been best friends since childhood. The two have never talked about the possibility of a romantic relationship between them, but then again, why risk losing a friendship? As they continue their college years, [Y/N] starts to take interests in the guys around her. Unbeknownst to [Y/n], her best friend may actually take that risk the more she goes after guys who don't really deserve her. - or - [Y/N] starts to crush on other guys, but Minho doesn't like the idea of other guys being beside her romantically but him.

Follow these best friends as they navigate their feelings for one another!

Genre(s): fluff, best friends to lovers, angst, love triangles Other tags: jealous/possessive minho, bts side story, fake texts au, semi-social media au + written Content Warning(s): swearing, suggestive themes, mention(s) of forgetting to eat/take care of yourself -> will be updated every chapter!

You stood nervously outside of the AYCE restaurant that Chan had told you about. Although he gave you that suggestion a few days ago that you should do a group hangout with Jungkook and your own respective friends to make things more comfortable for you, you decided last minute that it'd be best to keep this a small session just between you two. You didn't want to act as if you were both friends right away so you initiated a lunch between you two which, to your luck, Jungkook had agreed to!

You dressed pretty but casual and wore light make-up. After all, as much as you wanted to look nice for him, you didn't want to scare him away and go all out on this one hangout. You looked over the menu of the restaurant when you heard a masculine voice call your name, prompting you to turn to the source.

There he is, Jeon Jungkook, in all his handsome glory.

Although he dressed in a simple black graphic hoodie, ripped jeans, and some branded shoes, had his hair slightly parted, he still looked as good as ever. It was hard not to stare at such an attractive man, but you made sure your gaze didn't linger for long.

After quick small talk, you both entered the restaurant and eventually sat at your table, letting the server prepare your table with side dishes. You were able to converse with Jungkook as you ordered and ate, and ultimately, it felt as if it was a normal, natural hangout. 'Things are going pretty well so far!' You thought happily to yourself as you bit into a freshly cooked piece of brisket.

"So, [Y/N], the project... do you really believe that it's better to date an acquaintance over your best friend?" The question itself was so unexpected, it made you nearly choke on the meat you were in the process of chewing.

Jungkook must've noticed your subtle reaction because he immediately waved his hand in front of him apologetically. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way. If you believe that, that's okay! I was just curious because the way you defended your piece that day was amazing. It felt as if you experienced something that encouraged the side is all... b-but you don't have to answer if it's too uncomfortable for you!"

You thought back to that day where you both had the debate. You remembered how much you wanted to win the debate, but at the end, you reflected more than anything from the points Jungkook had countered with.

"You'd be with someone you've known your whole life, the one who knows you well enough that they wouldn't betray your trust."

"Oh, but you mentioned that your best friend is essentially your other half. The idea is still likely, is it not?"

"Then the only things you're worried about are the fears of losing your close friend due to romantic interest and rejection."

"Well, I had what I thought was a relationship a little while ago. It was with someone who I used to consider really close to me. To spare you the details, they were someone who didn't treat me as well as I thought I did... and now we're no longer friends." You replied, unfortunately remembering the person you were with. You quickly looked up to him with an uneasy smile as you continued. "Don't worry about me, Jungkook! Honestly, it was for the best we're no longer together nor are we friends. After all, that person was a walking red flag! Haha..."

Jungkook listened silently and attentively as he watched you with a worried expression. "Anyway, I don't miss the person as much as I used to back then. If anything, I just think of it sadly because of the pain I went through, but now I know what I should've been looking for right?"

"Someone who you don't know so you don't have to feel attached?" he answered immediately. You sadly looked at him with a smile and nodded.

"Yes. Why should I try for someone close to me ever again? That person was a close friend of mine who I eventually caught feelings for. I don't want to feel that again - no, I don't want to risk it again. I don't want to take the chance of getting with a friend just to lose them all over again. I don't think I can take that risk..."

You thought about your close friends, especially the ones you've turned to as of lately.

Chan's a great friend as always and you're more than open to ever being in a relationship with him, but unfortunately as much as he would be someone you would trust, you aren't attracted to him. You can't deny that he is an attractive and kind man but you also just don't have the romantic feelings for him. He's been a big brother to you for as long as you can remember. Speaking of Chan, you usually spent time with him alongside Minho and your two other mutuals. Felix was definitely a sweetie and you've definitely thought about him in that way before, but you've always saw him gamed with him that you just enjoyed your mutual bonding with a gaming buddy. Minho and -

"Thank you for opening up to me, [Y/n]. I know doing that must be really hard to do, especially since we're not really that close - actually, that might've been easier if you saw me as a stranger, heh. What you're feeling is completely valid and I don't blame you for thinking that way. You must've been through a lot to get to where you are."

Jeon Jungkook, man. You just can't help how much you admire this man. How can such a being be real? Despite being complete strangers even though you've had mutual classes together, he never made you feel judged or anything. He's definitely a kind guy, inside and out.

"But you know, life is pretty short, but we're also really young. That experience you've had must've been a really bad one, but the world is big. Life itself has a lot of risks, it's just up to you to take them or even fight for what you want." He's right. When your situationship ended, you didn't want to put up a fight, but nor did they even try. You had already learned that there was no point in trying for someone who wouldn't give you the same effort back. You knew it, you would only fight for someone who would fight for you back, unlike that partner. "Plus, there's definitely someone out there who'll understand you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Who knows? Maybe you've already met them and you just don't know it."

"I don't know about that. Besides... what if you're ever interested in pursuing someone that might not be entirely a stranger? Like you've seen them enough to know their name and face, but now it's just up to you to take the chance and learn who they really are. " You said that with the intention to counter his statement, but when the words left your mouth, you immediately remembered the situation you're in. You're eating KBBQ with your groupmate- your crush. The very person you were nervous about having this lunch with. 'Wow, this guy really is good...' He was able to make conversations with you so naturally that you forgot you were trying to get to know him for your group project.

"I don't think I'd want to get with a stranger. It's better for me to get to know someone. Once we're friends and become closer, then I'll be able to tell what kind of person they are. That's why for me, I'd rather go for someone who's already within my circle of friends."

Feeling your chances get broken down was an understatement. It took you a lot of courage to even ask out the guy to this lunch, but knowing you have to become closer friends with him to even become a potential option to date? You were hoping to just be lucky with a few more dates before he might have a similar spark with you, but to know that you as an acquaintance has no chance until you worked for it? Honestly, it felt like a challenge - one you weren't sure you wanted to take, but Jungkook was someone you thought might be an exception. After all, it felt as if the time was right when you've learned Jungkook was in your same class again. If you couldn't befriend him the first time, then maybe this is the time to do so now.

Before you could respond to his answer, you got a text from your roommate. You were lucky to have a good friend as a roommate because you were able to save the troubles from the horror stories you've heard about when finding roommates for an apartment. You had earlier asked her if she can pick you up once your lunch was over since you had decided to take public transportation to get to the restaurant in order to save money and gas. Unfortunately in this case, she had just texted you that she was unable to pick you up as something came up in her extracurricular.

You looked up at Jungkook who resumed eating the last of his portions and shook your head mentally. There was no way you were going to ask him to give you a ride home. You would feel bad for having him to do so, but you also did not want this to be the way to leave things off with him on your first ever hangout.

The only one who was free today that you could recall was Minho. With that, you immediately shot him a text.

As you two finished your round of meat, you were able to divert the conversation so that you got to learn a bit more about Jungkook. You learned that he was currently a Graphic Design major, but was looking into doing architecture more despite his love for drawing. He was also doing sports on the side as a hobby. He talked about his hobbies with so much love and passion, you couldn't stop your cheeks from hurting from how much it made you happy to hear him gush.

Eventually the two of you had finished eating, split the bill and had just exited the restaurant when you saw Minho standing outside his car, leaning against it while he scrolled through his phone waiting for you. You also couldn't help but notice how many people walked by and often stopped and stared at him. It made something in you churn a little inside, but it quickly went away when Minho looked up and saw you, a smile replaced his handsome yet intimidating expression.

"Minho! Thanks for coming to get me! I appreciate you so much-" You exclaimed, immediately running towards him with your arms out so that you can embrace your best friend in gratitude. He returned your embrace while patting your head gently.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. At least you're safe with me now. Let's go now." he said, gently separating you two as he gestured to the car.

You nodded in return as you exchanged 'thank you's' and 'goodbyes' to Jungkook, when you paused and remembered your earlier conversation with him. His feelings towards being comfortable in his own circle of friends was just as valid as yours, but for some reason the challenge of pursuing him like that left you unsure yet you couldn't exactly pinpoint why. One thing for sure is that you listened to his words of advice to you very clearly and you wanted to return some back to him.

"Maybe just as you're telling me to be more open to the people around me, maybe I want to tell you to be more open to the strangers or acquaintances you come across."

Jungkook blinked, taken aback, and chuckled in response as he regained his composure. "Is this for the project or for me, [Y/n]?"

"Probably both, but I'll leave that up to your imagination." You said with a playful grin as you got into Minho's car. You got settled in his passenger seat and buckled up when you looked out the window and noticed the two were exchanging a conversation of their own. You smiled unknowingly as you were unable to hear what they were saying but happy to know that Minho was able to see his fellow club member and let them have their own talk for a bit. You went on your phone until Minho got back into the driver seat, got settled, and started to drive.

Before he could even say a word, you immediately told him how the lunch went and the conversations you've had that you could remember, but temporarily omitted the talk you've had about your situationship to Jungkook and his reply in return. You felt that you could tell him about it at a later time, but he should hear the happier, fun things of the lunch.

"Oh! I forgot you guys already knew each other from the beginning, I'm sorry you guys weren't able to chat longer earlier." You recalled the information you learned from Jungkook and felt guilt upon not bringing up Minho at all to him. You knew Minho and Jungkook knew each other, yet you were unable to mention your relationship to Minho so that you could have a mutual conversation about him. He was essentially the bridge between you two!

"It's fine, [Y/n], we see each other all the time because of Dance Club. Don't worry. Besides," he replied, a small smile, yet questioningly cocky, turning his lips. "I told him about all he needed to know."

The expression made you confused but you shrugged it off, assuming he probably was playfully tricking him about something related to Dance Club. You didn't think about it long as he started a new topic with you that immediately took your attention, leaving your initial confusion forgotten.

To be continued...

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[whos-starr]

Risk (4/4)

Summary: Tech and Omega have been reunited, but Hemlock’s still an issue. The two must find a way to escape and get back to their family—before the rest of the Empire shows up.

Word count: 2212

Notes: guys oh my god it’s done

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Omega sat on the small raised table in Hemlock’s office. Her legs dangled off, her right leg swinging gently as Tech applied a splint and cast to her left. She could hardly believe it. He was alive. He was here. He could help her. He seemed well enough to patch up her leg, and he was able to use the supplies in Hemlock’s office to make the pain subside for a while. He had determined her leg was in fact broken. He silently worked on it, neither of them quite sure what to say. Just several minutes ago, Omega was hugging and crying on him as he came to his senses. Now everything seemed…somewhat normal. Hemlock was still there, of course. He had been oddly silent. He’d let Omega find Tech. He’d let her reunite with him. He’d let Tech use his supplies to take care of Omega, when Omega had declined his help before. She wondered what he was up to.

Tech finished up wrapping the cast and bandages.

“There. That should suffice.” He said. He took a last close look at his work and let Omega stand up. It was much easier, and less painful, to walk around now. Omega smiled at him. He looked nearly the same. There were a few scars on his face and shoulders, his hairline had further receded, and he didn’t have his goggles, but he was still the same. Still her brother.

Omega looked over at Hemlock. He was still on his communication device. He said Tarkin would be showing up soon. Why did he need to call for help? Maybe Tarkin didn’t like Hemlock. Omega could work with that, if that was the case.

Hemlock finally stopped fiddling with the device. He stood up and began walking over towards Tech and Omega. Before he could get too close, Tech stepped in front of Omega and glared at him. Hemlock scoffed and decided not to approach any further. It wasn’t worth his time.

“Governor Tarkin will be here within the hour. We will be packing essential supplies and leaving with them when they arrive.”

“No. Tech and I are leaving. We’re heading to the hangar to check for a ship.” Omega said, stepping back out in front of Tech. Hemlock sighed and grumbled.

“I have given you back your friend. Is that not enough incentive to come with me? It has been revealed he is not dead, and I could have kept that fact hidden. But I allowed you to find out. I have done a great service to you, and now, the only way you will be leaving this facility is if I allow it.” He said, caressing his left hand in his right. His right arm had gotten better fast. Omega thought she had seen him inject something into it earlier, in between waiting for someone to respond to his distress signal. She wondered if it may help her leg as well. Tech’s splint and cast was working for now, but if she had to make a run for it she wouldn’t make it. But, if Omega was correct, whatever injection Hemlock used could give her and Tech a fighting chance. Well, Tech seemed to be doing fine for the most part. A little woozy from hibernation, but fine.

Omega scoffed at Hemlock’s response. She decided the best thing to do right now would be to wait. She could come up with a plan, talk it over with Tech, and get out. Provoking Hemlock was not going to help Omega do that right now. She would keep quiet. For now.

The three of them were simply wandering around the office. Hemlock didn’t stray too far from his desk, making it hard to get near it.

“Stealing’s not a skill.”

“It is when you’re good at it.”

That’s what Benni had told her, back when the Marauder was stolen. That was a long time ago now. Back when things were…much simpler. Omega reminded herself to not get off track. She had to get whatever sort of painkiller Hemlock had stored away. She crept slowly towards the desk, trying to not make it obvious. Tech had seemed to notice what she was doing. He probably didn’t know what Omega was specifically doing, but he knew that she needed Hemlock’s eyes far from her. Tech walked over to Hemlock and did his best to create a distraction.

“It…has occurred to me that you have not specified the equipment you wish to bring when Governor Tarkin arrives. I thought you had wanted to pack that up before we left?”

“…yes. Can I trust you and Omega to not run off? If you did, the consequences would be��unfortunate.” Hemlock spoke softly, back to his normal self. He and Tech began conversing about the equipment and how to transport it. Tech asked many meaningless questions just to give Omega more time. And it was working. Omega got behind the desk and carefully looked through the drawers. She found a small injection device that looked similar to what she’d seen Hemlock use earlier. As she got a closer look at it, she found it was labeled ‘painkiller’. She had been correct, and that was a very good thing right now. She took the device in her hand, finding a spot between the cast where she could inject it into her leg. There was a sharp spike as the needle went into her skin and muscle, then it went away. Just like that, any remnants of pain in her leg were gone. She even felt some of the pain in her side from the fall go away. Hemlock really knew his stuff, apparently.

Omega grabbed a few more of the painkillers and shoved them into her sleeve, saving them just in case. She walked back out from behind the desk, signaling to Tech she had what she needed. Tech abruptly stopped his conversation with Hemlock.

“Very good, yes, let’s get to work then, hm? You said Governor Tarkin would be here within the hour, so we’d best get started.” Tech said, walking towards the door. Omega stood on the other side of the door, waiting for Hemlock to open it. She couldn’t make a run just yet, she needed to make a plan with Tech. But she’d make it. She was ready.

Unfortunately, Omega didn’t get much time to talk about a plan with Tech. Hemlock most likely figured they’d try to do that, and sent them to opposite sides of the base to retrieve his supplies. Omega was standing in what used to be the main lab, now partially flaming and burnt up. She was supposed to be looking for anything salvageable. Omega wanted to applaud whoever did this, there wasn’t a scrap of anything left. Nobody would know what this place used to be, save for those who had been there before.

Omega kicked at a shard of metal and looked around the room, lost in her thoughts. How was she going to plan with Tech? Tarkin was sure to be there any moment. She remembered her theory that Hemlock and Tarkin didn’t like each other. Maybe she could spill a few secrets about this place to catch Tarkin’s attention and start an argument. That would give Tech and Omega time to run.

Omega walked a little more around the now destroyed lab before the P.A system rang. Omega had heard it chime a few times during her initial stay, but it didn’t go off often.

“Go to the hangar. Governor Tarkin has arrived.” Hemlock’s voice said. Omega sighed and went for the lab exit. This was going to be

their best chance.

Omega arrived at the hangar, where Tech and Hemlock were already waiting. Omega saw a man just a smidge taller than Hemlock, old and wrinkled with gray hair that was slicked back in a kinda weird way. Omega remembered him from when he came to Kamino. That was so long ago. Everything that wasn’t being on Tantiss seemed so long ago.

Tarkin’s expression was stone as Omega approached and stood next to Tech, on Hemlock’s left. Omega noticed a small device in Tech’s hand that was flashing. Before she could get a better look, her head snapped over as she heard Tarkin speak.

“This is the child who caused this?” He questioned, sneering down at Omega. “I don’t understand why you haven’t killed her yet.”

“She is important to the research here, Governor.” Hemlock swiftly replied. Before he could continue his statement, Omega jumped into the conversation.

“And don’t you wonder why?” Hemlock gave her a terribly cold look, while Tarkin’s expression became curious.

“You know? I’d be concerned if a child knew this little project of yours, Hemlock, and not someone as highly ranked as myself.” Tarkin said, something like a smirk playing on his lips. Hemlock looked nearly livid. Exhausting was catching up and making him lose patience.

“It is none of your concern. She knows because she is crucial to the project, the very life of it. I will not tolerate any more questions—“

“You won’t tolerate? I, for one, won’t tolerate this sort of behavior from you anymore. I want an explanation. Now.” Tarkin said, his expression and tone firm.

Tech watched as Hemlock and Tarkin bickered back and forth, Hemlock coming up with every possible excuse and Tarkin persisting and prodding further. He saw the smug look on Omega’s face and understood perfectly. She’d pitted the two against themselves to buy them time to sneak away. However, she had failed to account for one other thing. Tech had not been gathering supplies, but had been formulating and executing a plan of his own. He had used spare parts he’d found and created a temporary long-distance communicator, sending out a signal to Clone Force 99’s emergency channel. With any luck, they’d be on their way. He mindlessly observed the hangar, not very entertained by the bickering between the Imperial officers. Hunter enjoyed those silly holovideos with drama and gossip, not Tech.

Tech suddenly snapped out of his trance when he heard the yelling stop. A stormtrooper had approached the two with a datapad that was rapidly beeping.

“Sir! We’re detecting an incoming ship. Not Imperial.” He said, showing Hemlock the datapad. Hemlock shoved it back into the trooper’s arms.

“They’re back.” He grumbled. Hemlock turned to Omega, clearly thinking she was the guilty one here. Omega, who was clearly distracted by the hope that her brothers would be here soon, didn’t register the raging look on Hemlock’s face. Tech quickly stepped in front of her and showed Hemlock the makeshift comm in his hands.

“I contacted them. We are leaving.” He stated, plain and simple. Hemlock glared at the two and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’ve really had enough of you two.” He made a quick motion with his hand and troopers began surrounding the two. Omega came back to reality as they began moving, and quickly realized what was going on. She squared up, not going down without a fight, when the sounds of a ship’s cannon filled the space. A ship Tech recognized as belonging to Phee. The blasts hit the hangar floor, knocking away most of the troopers. Tech turned away from the ship and back to Hemlock, about to attempt an attack, but Omega beat him to it. She jumped on him, punching his face and yanking on his hair. He tried to shove her off, but clearly didn’t have much in the way of physical strength. Tech decided to move on to Tarkin. But he didn’t get that chance either—Tarkin was running off to his ship. Tech attempted a chase, but was stopped by a few troopers still left over. At this point, he noticed Phee’s ship had landed. And a shot went right past his head, precisely aimed. It struck Hemlock right in the chest. Another followed afterwards, less careful that one that would have been shot by the man he called his twin. Several more shots followed, and ended with Hemlock, definitely dead, on the ground. Omega gave his body a final kick as the remaining troopers hurried off, far too afraid to face these clearly angry clones. Omega looked over to the ship’s ramp, and so did Tech. Standing there was Crosshair and Hunter, blasters both smoking. Wrecker came out behind them, limping and bandaged. Echo helped him along. Omega wasted no time. She ran straight to all four of them, being welcome by a group hug. Tech smiled and walked over as well. The group rose for a moment, in some shock that it really was Tech standing in front of them. And it was Crosshair who stepped forward first.

“…Tech?” He asked, his gravelly voice just as Tech remembered. Tech noted that one of Crosshair’s hands looked different. His dominant hand. It seemed to have the typical structure of a cybernetic hand, one quickly made as a placeholder until a better one could be acquired.

“Yes. That is my name.” Tech replied, not meaning it as literally as he would have in any other situation. He smiled widely and joined the others in their embrace, happy to be with his family again. They were all here. All together.

[countrymusiclover]

18 - Mr and Mrs. Cooper

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Part 19

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley

Missy ran down a hallway to the last bedroom putting her baseball and mit away. She came back grinning ear to ear. “So my brothers are weird. My dad drinks beer and my mom is really strong about god. Other than that I’m the normal one.”

“Okay I’ll keep that in mind.” I nodded, putting my hands inside the pockets of my jacket until the back room opened.

I noticed Sheldon was carrying some mittens in his hand and he stood in front of us. “You’re Y/n from my math class that sits in the front row. You did well on our last test. Not as good as me but not bad.”

“Uh thanks Sheldon. Can I ask why you have mittens?” I made the mistake the first night I had dinner with his family.

Missy rolled her head back. “Oh no.”

“I don’t know where your hands have been. I don’t want to risk the likelihood that you have some kind of disease. There are too many in the world.” He explained moving around us to watch a science tv show.

The back door opens and I saw their mother come in with some brisket getting the table set in the dining room. The bedroom door in front of me and Missy opened and I smiled seeing it was Georgie. “Hey Georgie.”

“Hey Y/n.” He smiled wearing a yellow tea shirt with a football number on it. He had blue jeans on with henna shoes. I gulped feeling nervous since I was just wearing a Texas tea shirt that was light blue and some dark blue jeans with my hair in a ponytail.

The three of us headed into the kitchen seek Mr. Cooper had come in from work wearing his red coach gear. “Hey ya’ll. Georgie, did you invite a girl from school to dinner?”

“No!” He fought back.

Missy piped up. “I did.”

“Alright well let’s eat.” He shrugged his shoulders sitting down at the end of the table. Missy sat across from me. Georgie and Sheldon were on the same side.

Someone entered the house where I saw an older woman sit down at the other end across from George Senior. “Hey ya’ll who’s the new girl?”

“Y/n, ma’am.” I smiled while putting some brisket on my plate.

She smiled at me. “Call me Connie.” Mrs. Cooper had us all take hands while she blessed the food before we all dug in.

“This is really good, meemaw.” Georgie told Connie with his mouth full of meat.

She sat her fork down on her plate. “Really good. You’re spitting the best brisket in Texas all over the damn table.” I snort covering my mouth with my hand holding the fork trying not to laugh out loud.

“Close your mouth.” His mom said.

Sheldon suggested back. “Or aim your face the other way before you spit on Y/n.”

“You're acting like a barn animal. Y/n probably won’t ever kiss ya.” Missy stuck her tongue out towards her brother causing my face to turn red at the thought.

Georgie hit his other hand on the table where I glanced out the corner of my eye seeing that he was blushing too where a smile grew on my face. “Shut up, Missy. I ain’t gonna kiss the girl in my class that you invited to dinner.”

“I bet you a dollar that you will get with her in two years.” She challenged him.

I added on playing her game smirking at Georgie. “When she is going into middle school.”

“Oh yay!” Missy leaned across the table high fiving me grinning with me. Unknown to either of us it would actually happen when we were both sixteen years old.

Georgie and I were huddled up as close as we could be. Aurora, Eve and Montana in between us with the storm crashing outside the upstairs of the church. I didn’t know how long we had been down in the basement. But it was scary as hell that much I knew. Clutching my eyes shut tightly I whimpered like a dog until someone peeked outside announcing to our group. “The storm has passed now. We can go check out the damage.”

Everyone got to their feet and shuffled outside as best as we could. Georgie got to his feet first helping me to stand on my own two feet. “I’m sorry about your dress, darling.” He dropped his gaze downward to my wedding gown.

“It’s just a dress, Georgie. I’m more relieved that my family is safe.” I shrug my shoulders pushing hair behind my ear. The dress was stained with dust and dirt on the bottom train but otherwise it was white still for the most part.

Aurora and Eve ran towards the main doors pushing them open. I was carrying Montana in my arms where he was drooling a little on my shoulder. “Mommy, look at the truck.” Eve points out where we both gasped in relief.

“Holy crap.” I sighed seeing that a large tree limb was laying right beside our car meaning it was fine but it definitely was a close call.

Georgie put a hand on my shoulder squeezing it gently. “Things could have been worse.”

“Thank you lord.” His mother said, holding her hands together praying to the sky.

Sheldon just glanced at Amy who gave him a look. “Don’t say it.”

“She probably will say God sent the storm and then took it away.” He didn’t listen and said it anyway.

Connie came over to us pulling a box of firecrackers in her hands. “I thought I’d get you two of these as a wedding present. Since Mary is going to be watching your kids tonight.”

“Oh mom.” Mary rolled her eyes.

Georgie glanced down at me wrapping his arm around my waist tugging me into his side smirking. “Take you back doesn’t it, Y/n?”

“For sure. At least this time we won’t have to worry about being grounded.” I chuckled at him, grinning up at him. I would remember that night forever.

Mary came over gently picking up Montana from my arms. “I know your father would be happy if he was here. You’re a good father and husband Georgie.”

“Mommy, can we throw the poppers?” Eve asked tugging on the side of my gown.

I bent down handing the box to my husband, opening my arms for her. “Unfortunately no sweetheart. They are for your father and me. But we will let you throw some if we don’t use them all. Now give me a hug.”

“I love ya.” She mumbled jumping into my arms hugging me gently.

She ran towards her daddy jumping up into his arms where he grunted at how fast she ran at him. “Woah Eve. I love ya too.”

“Rora, behave for Connie.” I warned our eldest daughter when I noticed something in her pocket when she walked over to her father hugging him. “And don’t set you or your sister on fire with that cracker in your jacket pocket.”

Georgie smiled when I sent him a raised brow. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t give it to her.”

“Sure, you didn’t Mr. Cooper.” I trailed off, raising myself to stand heading over to his truck. Georgie came over to me making me squeal when he picked me up bridal style sitting me in the passenger seat. He got in the driver's seat taking us back to our house that was down the road from Connie’s.

We finally had gotten enough money to move out of the apartment and buy a house of our own. Georgie opened his door coming over to my side where I wrapped my arms around his neck when he picked me up again. “Georgie, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this now.”

“Neither can I, babe. Now let’s do this the right way.” He opened the door when I grabbed the keys from his back pocket. After fiddling with the lock I got it open since he was still carrying me in his arms. “Welcome home, Mrs. Cooper.”

My dress hit the floor where I spun around underneath his arm when he gave me a spin. “Thank you, Mr. Cooper. I love you, Georgie. Just thought I needed to say it again.”

“You don't have to stop saying it ever. Cause I love you too. I’ll never stop, darling.” He tugged me against his chest watching when I moved my hands up undoing the tie he had on throwing it off when he shut the door with his boot.

I smiled up at him leaning up on my toes and he closed the gap kissing me slowly. One of his hands moved to the back of my dress tugging on the zipper where I broke the kiss smirking. “We should probably move this to the bedroom.”

“Probably a good idea.” He nodded leading me by our intertwined hands into our bedroom. We both kicked off our shoes and he removed his jacket just being in jeans and his white tea shirt.

Laying down on the bed I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss. He put one hand on my hip, kissing me slowly. His other hand was in my hair tugging on it for a second until he broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“With our track record of when we sleep together I just….I want to make sure you're cool. With ya know maybe a fourth kid and all.” He searched my face for any hesitation and he has done it every time since we were teenagers when we had Aurora.

Running one hand through his hair I drew him in for another kiss. “Georgie, I said this with Eve and I said it with Montana. I ain’t gonna run because you get me pregnant. I love you always. Now kiss me, Mr. Texan.”

“God you don’t know what that nickname does to me.” He smirked quickly trying to shrug his shirt over his head and then helped me remove my dress by tossing it on the chair by the shut bedroom door so it wouldn’t end up on the floor.

Resting my hands on his shoulders I smiled up at him hovering above me. “Probably the same way you call me darling. Every time it drives me crazy and I love you for it.”

“And I’ll never stop cause you're always going to be my darling.” He smiled wrapping his arms around me when I put my legs around his waist pressing my lips onto his. The rest of the night was spent in bed enjoying being in each other's arms finally as a married couple after ten years.

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 9

[I ask you, what's the sound of one hand clapping? Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous part here.] Below the cut.

Aether smiles at him.

Smiles!

And, fuck, does that have Swiss feeling conflicted.

It's not like he hasn't been talking to Aether, trying to be sympathetic to his side of things, but he's also been around Dew almost every day since he left.

Not that Dew has ever said anything to poison the waters between him and Aether, actually Dew's been way more forgiving than Swiss would personally be when talking about an Ex-

"How have you been?"

-and, fuck, that's what so messed up about all of this.

"Uh, fine, man. I've been good." Swiss manages after a second of confused floundering, "When did you get back? Why are you back??"

Aether holds up a stack of files in his hands.

"Ministry business, I'll only be here a day or so."

Or so.

Or so.

Or so...

Swiss chuckles nervously, but he hides it by wrapping his arm around Aether's shoulders and whispering, "I hope you have some downtime while you're here, because I have a big problem I need your help with."

"...Do is have to do with why your crotch is glowing?"

He was going to say something about the new quintessence ghoul not having his basics down -a blatant lie, the new guy rips- but when God closes a door, Satan opens a window, and, swallowing his pride, Swiss nods his head furiously, doing his best to look concerned about his glowstick.

"I can check you over once I deliver this paperwork to Papa." Aether says, patting Swiss' back and beginning to head back down the hallway, only for Swiss to snatch the back of his collar, choking him slightly, "Swiss!"

"Let's go this way! That way's-" Swiss hurriedly looks around the hall, catching sight of one of the custodians passing by, "-closed off for maintenance!"

"What?" Aether twists around to remove Swiss' hand, "It looks fine to me-"

"Hey, Jeremy!" Swiss calls out to the blue haired man, "This hallway's being shut down for maintenance, right?!"

Satan, please...

"Huh??" Jeremy glances between him and Aether, "How'd you know? I haven't put the floor signs out yet!"

"See?" Swiss grins, "I wasn't just yanking your cha-"

"Also your crotch looks like you have a fucking flashlight on in your pocket!" the others shouts, his face scrunched up in concern, "That better not be contagious!"

Swiss facepalms.

"Thank you, Jeremy!"

"Wait a second..."

"Bye, Jeremy!"

"Have you been fucking Lamb?!"

Swiss hooks his elbow around Aether's arm and pulls.

"We should run now-"

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.

.

"Wow, little man has to muscle on him." Cumulus laughs, watching Brisket pull Mountain along through the courtyard.

"Nah, Mount's just scared to pull back 'cause Brisket's so small." Dew says from here he's propped up on his elbows beside her on the picnic blanket they've spread out on the grass, "It's fine though, it'll tire him out for his bedtime later."

"I'm surprised you got such a little dog." Cumulus says, "I took you for more of a Rottweiler type."

"Mount said pretty much the same thing." Dew lays back, stretching slightly, "Brisket's size makes sense for how much space I have available for him to run around, plus size isn't everything."

"Actually, I put a lot of thought into what kind of dog I wanted to get." he continues, "Temperament, trainability, health risks, quality of life..."

"And you landed on the Chiweenie?"

"Okay, part of it was the name." he admits, making Cumulus laugh, "But it was mostly because when I saw him, I was like, 'Man, that's my dog.' and that was it."

"Charmed by his good looks and killer personality... He is a very handsome boy, even if he does smell like a side of ribs." Cumulus says, recalling Mountain holding the puppy out to her to smell after Dew proclaimed, quite proudly, that he smelled like beef.

"Honestly, I'd say that's a bonus." Dew laughs, "He keeps me from staying in my room and wasting away."

"Pets are good for that."

"So, how'd your talk with Cirrus go?" Dew asks, turning to look over at the ghoulette, who gives a noncommittal sound, "That bad, huh?"

Cumulus lays down beside Dew and moves onto her side to face him, "She's not happy that I asked for space... I dunno, she's still acting weird, like she's hiding something from me, but I don't know what it could be."

Dew rolls onto his belly so he can rest his chin on his arms.

"I haven't really talked to Cirrus since before Aether and I broke up." he says, then furrows his brow, "Haahh... It's a little messed up that Swiss apologized for being a jerk about things, but Cir won't even give me the time of day."

"Have you tried talking to her first?" Cumulus asks, "I know you shouldn't have to be the one to initiate things, but maybe it would help?"

"Worth a shot..." He yawns, "Swiss was right, it is a good day to be outside..."

"Kind of weird he isn't outside enjoying it with us after bothering to tell you how nice it is..."

"Ehn, he probably just told us so we wouldn't be in the dorms during his little experiment."

Cumulus blinks, "His what now?"

.

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.

"...So, how is Dew doing?" Aether asks casually as if he's not currently checking out Swiss'...

Glowstick.

He tenses.

"Uhh, why do you ask?" Swiss laughs nervously, "H-He's doing alright?"

"Hm."

Hm???

"How... how have you been doing since you left?"

"Good." Aether says, "Busy."

Satanas, this is fucking awkward.

"...Hey, Aeth?"

"Yeah?"

"Y-You know you can talk to me, right? Like, about anything..."

Aether leans back, sighing.

"...Why... Why did you decide to leave?" Swiss asks, "Like, besides he stuff with you and Dew. Don't get me wrong, that has me curious, but... It's not like you to just pick it up and go like that."

"If you're looking for some deep philosophical reason, Swiss, I hate to tell you this, but there isn't one." Aether says, motioning for the ghoul to pull his pants back up, "I wanted a fresh start. I had fun being here while it lasted, and, yeah, dating Dew was..."

A pause.

"It was something for sure, but I didn't go into dating Dew with much hope for a future together." he continues, "I tried to imagine it, but our ideals never seemed to line up, and, well, the only reason you date someone like him is to f-"

The crack of Swiss' palm across Aether's face comes as a shock to both of them.

Aether hadn't even finished his sentence, but his body had acted on impulse, and now...

"The fuck, Swiss?!"

The multi-ghoul steps back, hands at his sides.

"I just... Stop."

"Stop- Swiss what the Hell is wrong with you?!"

"No, what the Hell is wrong with you?!" Swiss shouts, jabbing his index finger into Aether's chest, "I don't know when you turned into such an asshole, but you cannot talk about Dew that way, man!"

"Oh-ho-ho? And who are you to defend him all of a sudden? His new fucking boyfriend?!"

This time, Swiss slaps him on purpose.

[impernious]

The other day I saw a TikTok where someone was mispronouncing Buc-ee's as bussy's. I thought it was pretty funny in that "glad you tried something new and enjoyed it, lol" way. Anyway, two days later we went on a road trip, and if you aren't familiar with Texas road trips, Buc-ee's has sighs every few miles or so starting over 100 miles away. And they are often cute, pithy things, like "Risk it for the brisket" and "You can hold it."

Well, this infection in my brain made me read all these signs as bussy's. Here's some of my favorites...

There will be fudge

The 2 most important things are #1 and #2.

I'll meet you at the jerky counter.

Thirst trap ahead.

[rageagainstmymachine]

Kinktober 2023 | Edward Richtofen/ F! Reader | Fic 8

Self Pleasure

Words: 3,454

Tags: Masturbation, assisted masturbation, cum drinking

The fight was rough today. Being in the freezing alps of Austria did nothing to help your skills, and the food situation was keeping you on edge. You've been surviving on some deer meat Dempsey was able to kill, but the meat was running low, and so rations have been smaller and more spread out for a few days now. You were hungry.

The thought of what would y'all do if worse comes to worst has crossed your mind, you won't lie, you've thought about who would be tastiest to eat. It was a fleeting thought, you promise, and you really haven't given it much thought...

but it would probably be Nikolai. Big man means more meat. Tender meat too, if it’s grilled like a brisket. But, he would be harder to kill, he would give you a good fight. They all would, they're soldiers... except Edward. He's not a soldier. Not as much meat there but Dempsey and Nikolai could overpower him... Now would he be tasty?

"Dempsey, if you had to eat someone-"

"Probably you." The marine answered before you could get the entire question out.

You crossed your arms, giving him a baffled look. "Me? Why me?"

"You're weak as hell compared to the rest of us. Easy kill." Dempsey said, smirking at your annoyed face.

You huffed and readjusted your crossed arms, looking away from him. "I'm not that weak." You're not mad that he's thought about it, because you have too. You're just annoyed that he has the audacity to not lie to your face.

"You wouldn't get as much meat from me than you would from Nikolai." You argued, trying to save yourself in this scenario. "Wouldn't the fight be worth it if it meant more meat?"

"Yeah but I could take you down in a heartbeat. I wouldn't want to risk getting tired out."

"I'm not THAT weak!"

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

"What if we team up and eat Edward?" You say, looking over at your lover, who is currently looking through the window of the castle, staring off into the distance. "I'm sure he would forgive me."

Dempsey didn't even have to think before he furiously shook his head, a grimace finding his face. "Hell no! His meat is probably cursed or something. With all the voodoo that follows him I wouldn't be surprised." He said, before giving a look over to the scientist, eyebrows still furrowed. "I'm afraid if I even consume a bite of him I would turn into him."

"That's ridiculous." You laughed. "He's not contagious."

"We don't know that!" He pointed at you, narrowing his eyes.

"Fine. We're eating Nikolai then."

Just as you finalized it, the main doors slammed open, getting your attention. Speak of the devil. The Russian had been gone for a few hours, and you had wondered what he had been up to, but now it seemed that he was back, and was carrying something.

"We shall feast!" He yelled, happily. He was holding a large deer carcass across both shoulders, as well as two rabbits and a whole chicken tied to his belt. It only made sense that the man who grew up in these conditions would have a better time finding food in the snowy mountains than the rest of you, and with Nikolai's skills, the amount of food that the deer and the rabbits would provide should keep you fed for a good while.

Dempsey turned to you, a pointed glare on his face. "This is why we are eating you and not Nikolai. He's actually useful." Dempsey got up and walked with Nikolai outside, no doubt to help skin the animals. You happily jumped up to get the cooking supplies ready.

You were whistling a tune as you got the firepit ready, going outside to get firewood wasn't pleasant with the nipping cold but at this point you couldn't care less. You were going to get a filling hot meal! You shuffled in, carrying a few pieces of firewood, chastising yourself that you couldn't carry more at a time. Damn, maybe you were as weak as Dempsey said...

"Here let me take these." Edward offered, taking the pile from your arms and walking them to the firepit. He waved at you to stay there while he went outside to get more wood, able to carry much more than you. In the meantime you got the pot and filled it with snow, intending to boil it down to sterilized water to make the stew with. You only had a few cans left of vegetables, but this was better than nothing, and the meat would be the real star of this show.

As you waited for the water to boil, Edward came back in with another armful of firewood, stacking them into a pile by the pit. "I think that's enough, yes?" He asked, hands on his hips as he looked at the wood.

"Looks like it." You smile, watching as the small flames devoured more and more wood under the pot. "I'm really glad Nikolai was able to come in clutch like this. I was getting so delirious from hunger I was contemplating how you would taste."

Edward gave a light chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "I would be offended if I didn't have the same thought about you."

You looked at him, feigning hurt. "So everyone's first cannibalistic choice is me? Unbelievable..." You mutter, hiding your smile by becoming too interested in the slowly melting snow. "I now know to keep an eye on you and Dempsey if we start running out of food again."

"Mein liebe, it was only a fleeting thought, truly the better meal would be Nikolai." Edward reasoned, smiling as you shook your head. He then cocked his eye at you, thinking more of what you just said. "Dempsey thought about eating you?"

"I mean, he wasn't foaming at the mouth about it, but I did ask who he would eat if it came to it... tried to get him on my side to agree we eat you but, no dice." You explained, chuckling at the end.

"oh ja? I assumed he would jump at the chance to kill me. Why am I not the first choice?"

"He's scared that your meat is cursed and he'll turn into you." You say, laughing.

Edward rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face. "Gut, let him think that if it keeps me safe from his grubby little fingers." He grimaced. Edward grabbed one can from the table and grabbed his pocket knife, using the can opener on it. "How come Dempsey und Takeo are safe from being eaten? You didn't mention eating either of them."

"Dempsey because one bite of him would probably clog all of my arteries and Takeo because I'm afraid the emperor himself will show up and... I don't know, make me atone for my sins or something." You say idly, stirring the half melted snow to hurry along the process. "Also I am not going to fuck around and find out with a samurai." You added, making a gesture with your free hand, as if swinging a sword. 

"Well lucky our gut und gracious Nikolai has fetched us some food. So we should not have to worry about it, ja?" Edward says. "Also I cannot stand to see Takeo silently starve another day. I respect him, aber... there is truly something wrong with that man. I have not heard him complain once. Es ist unnerving."

Edward was really one to talk, he would definitely be crowed man with most wrong with him if there was a vote. But, you couldn't deny the point he was making, the Japanese man had yet to show any sign of distress from the lack of food. You have seen him take the smallest portions without a word, and eat them silently, no sign of any emotion. Still, it was funny to hear Richtofen call someone else unnerving.

Soon enough, Nikolai and Dempsey were back with a pile of skinned and cleaned meat, as well as some organs that were also edible. Nikolai was visibly happy that some of the innards could be cooked and eaten too. With all the meat and organs, the stew would be plentiful.

The meat, innards and giblets were soon in the pot, and later on the vegetables. You used the last of the seasoning you have been hoarding on this meal, determined to truly feast like Nikolai exclaimed. It was unfortunate that you didn't have fresh coffee grounds, though. After much debating, Dempsey settling on using the already used grounds once more because it was better than nothing. It made weak coffee, but at least you could faintly tell you were drinking coffee.

It wasn't long after when the food was finished, and the group was gathered around the fire, each having a bowl in their hands and a spoon in the other. None of you had any manners as you wolfed down the warm, delicious meat, savoring every bite. You had never tasted anything so amazing in your life, it was truly heavenly. Even Takeo ate with less decorum than normal, the delicious meat must have taken over his senses.

After you were done eating, the bowls were left to the side as the group lounged by the fire, stomachs full and bodies warmed by the flames. You were laying against Edward's shoulder, the German's arm resting over yours, and his hand playing with the hem of your sleeve. One by one, the group started to retire to the rooms and nooks they've claimed, leaving you alone to clean up. You didn't mind, it gave you time to relax alone. Edward had tried to coax you to bed, but you told him to go ahead without you.

You felt tired and accomplished once everything was cleaned, and all the food was put away. You had placed the remaining meat outside so it would be preserved and kept. Dempsey would probably make jerky out of most of it tomorrow. You were humming a tune, looking at the stars as you made your way back inside, the warmth of the castle welcoming you as you closed the door.

You walked through the hallways, looking up at the paintings and artifacts that were on display. It was a shame that most of it was damaged, Richtofen had told you a lot of this castle and how he had been there before when he was a less important scientist. Now the paintings were ripped, the furniture was ruined and the entire place cold and barren, a stark difference from what he had described.

You made your way to the room Richtofen had claimed, a room he had mentioned belonged to Samantha many years ago. He had wished to be in the room he once stayed in, but with the damage the walls have suffered and the zero privacy, he had deemed the room unfit to sleep in. He had worked on fixing makeshift doors in the open doorways, and at this moment you were grateful for his craving for privacy. You felt the same way.

You opened the door as quietly as you could, hoping not to disturb your lover. The room was dark, the only light coming from a burning candle on the desk opposite from the bed. Edward was laying already - you could barely make him out, but it was him. He was on his back; small, curious noises escaped him as something rhythmically moved under the cover of darkness. You couldn't help but smirk, closing the door behind you, the click of the handle making the German jump slightly. He quickly snapped his eyes over to you, pulling the blanket over his lap. It was obvious he was doing exactly what you thought he was doing.

"And you didn't even wait for me?" You ask, crossing your arms. The alarm was still painted on his face, morphing into embarrassment.

"Scheiße..." Richtofen muttered, turning his head away from you. " I didn't know how long you were going to take."

Edward's face was flushed, you could tell even in the low light. His grip on the blanket tightened, as if he wanted to pull it off of himself but was fighting the urge, while his other hand was under the blanket, and you were willing to bet a lot that it was wrapped around his cock. He was breathing hard, and he looked so pretty in this light. He seemed to squirm in your silence, finding the need to fill it himself.

"I've been so stressed lately, so... tense. Haven't had any... release in days because of the food situation. Didn't want to use more energy than necessary..." He admitted, the grip on the blanket relaxing.

You hummed, taking a step forward, a smile forming on your face. "You must be really pent up then. What were you thinking about?"

Richtofen licked his lips, turning his head back to you, his eyes meeting yours. "Du. Always you." He said, his voice almost sounding needy.

You found you way over to the bed, crawling onto the soft mattress next to him, placing a hand on his clothed chest. "Is that so?"

Edward nodded, his hand still under the covers, unmoving.

You leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips, his body instinctively moving closer to you. You could feel the tension in his shoulders as you trailed a hand over them, your hand going to the back of his neck, keeping him in place as you deepened the kiss, his tongue finding yours. You pulled back and he followed, a whine leaving him.

"Why don't you give me a little show?" You whispered, your breath tickling his ear.

Edward groaned at the suggestion. A suggestion in which you knew drove him wild. Little bits and pieces of his desires would come to light each time you made love to him, you had figured he had some exhibitionist traits, but this is what confirmed it. He wanted to be watched, and you would indulge him.

He slowly lifted the covers off of himself, revealing his erection. His pants were shoved down just to his mid thighs, His button up twisted to the side as evidence of his hurried actions. He was gripping his cock, the tip flushed red, precum glistening from the candle light. You bit your lip, looking back up to meet his eyes, his expression lustful. You could see it much better now that your eyes have adjusted to the low light.

Edward slowly moved his hand up his shaft, his fingers squeezing lightly, a quiet gasp escaping him. He was slow, dragging out the motions, his hips bucking every now and then, wanting more. His eyes stayed on you, not once breaking contact.

You placed a hand on his thigh, running it up his leg, your hand wrapping around his, guiding it along his cock. You squeezed tighter, adjusting his grip. Edward was biting his lip, small moans escaping him with every stroke. He let you control his actions, his hand all but limp as you basically used it as a toy to stroke him with. He was beautiful like this, and he was yours.

You stroked him a few more times like this, teasing him with his own hand. His calloused fingers weren’t the same as your smooth ones, but you controlling him was almost as good. Almost.

"Show me how you like to be touched." You whisper, letting your hand fall away. "How do you please yourself when I'm not around?"

Richtofen swallowed a groan, his hips rocking as his hand worked his cock. He twisted his wrist each time he got to the head, his thumb pressing against his slit. His breathing was ragged, and his body was writhing, his legs trembling. His free hand fisted the sheets, gripping them tight.

"You fuck yourself so well, herr doctor" You cooed, kissing the side of his neck, biting his collarbone, the skin not hidden by his collar. He was making such lovely sounds, and the noises he was making were making you ache between your legs. "Now tell me what you fantasize about." You demand, wanting to know and see every little detail.

"Ich..." He breathed, his voice shaky and low. He was getting close, and you couldn't have that.

"Stop." You demanded, taking his wrist and pulling his hand off of his cock. Edward made a pitiful whine, his hips bucking in search of any friction, but finding none. You could see his eyes were glassy and half lidded, his pupils blown wide, a pleading look on his face. "Use your other hand." You instructed, letting go of the limb.

He looked at his left hand timidly, he was unpracticed with that hand, his right being his go-to. "But..." He started, his fingers flexing as if he were thinking about what he could possibly do.

"It's either that hand, or no hands at all." You warned. "I won't repeat myself again, Richtofen."

Edward nodded, moving his left hand to his cock, his fingers curling around the base, slowly dragging it up. It felt wrong, uncoordinated. He let his fingers tease the tip, a shiver running through his body, his legs twitching. He could only imagine how awkward he looked. It's like he couldn't get a good grip. It was infuriating- exactly what you wanted.

"You look frustrated." You commented, watching as his movements were jerky and unsure. He could hear the teasing tone in your voice.

"Scheiße, it feels wrong." He admitted, his cock twitching against his fingers, his hips bucking.

"You poor thing. Fine. I'll help." Your hand once again wrap around his, helping him pump his shaft. With your help it was much more pleasurable, the rhythm was set, his hips rolling with it. He was letting out a moan each time the head of his cock was rubbed.

"Does that feel good?" You whisper in his ear, moving your hand from his to solely focus on the tip. Your thumb stroked fast, tight circles against his frenulum, the action making him cry out and his back arch. You loved hearing the noises he was making. He was so desperate. The only words he could get out were strings of German curses and your name. He was close, you could tell.

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to spill over my hand, make a mess of yourself?" You ask, feeling the throb of his cock.

Edward couldn't speak, he was panting, his voice too strained, his mind hazy. He was too fucked out. He could only nod, his legs shaking as he thrust his hips up, wanting more. His left hand worked the base of his shaft, with messier strokes than you've seen thus far. He was a complete wreck, and he looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Then cum for me." You say, moving down his body, "Let me eat you right up." You wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock, sucking on it, your tongue teasing the slit, flicking over the sensitive flesh.

That was all it took. With a strangled cry, Edward's body went rigid, his hips bucking upwards into the warmth of your mouth, the muscles in his legs spasming as he came, his cum spilling over your tongue. You moaned, taking everything he gave you. His hips were bucking as his orgasm ran its course, the hand on his cock pumping himself through his release. He filled your mouth, and you swallowed every drop, not spilling a single thing.

Edward's body went slack against the mattress, his breathing hard and shallow, his eyes fluttering closed. He was completely exhausted, and you could tell. He was covered in sweat, his hair disheveled and stuck to his forehead. The German was a sight for sore eyes, and you couldn't help but kiss him. He kissed back, his arms weakly wrapping around you, his lips lazily moving against yours. It was slow, and full of passion.

You pulled back, looking down at him, his eyes slowly opening, a lazy smile on his face.

"I'm so glad I got to feast today." You tell him, the double meaning hanging in the air.

“I couldn’t let my frauchen go hungry.” He murmured. His breathing was slow and even, any and all stress leaving his body. He weakly pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. "Lieb' dich." He mumbled, already falling asleep.

"I love you too." You whispered back, knowing he probably didn't hear you. The candle burned out, the room was now bathed in darkness, the only sound was the howling wind outside.

You were happy.

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Mo-Mo I just had the funniest Bungalow!Bob thought (lol).

Bob and wifey's little one was born on July 4th so they not only do a big giant picnic with all the neighbors, friends and family (Bob's brothers, dad and grandpa will literally drive to the next state to get fireworks which pisses the neighborhood hag off something fierce). There's always a huge array of hamburgers, hot dogs ,salads, crockpot dishes, fresh picked fruits and veggies from the greenhouse and the garden as well as giant briskets, pork butts and a prime rib that's the size of Bob himself (lol).

Bob and wifey's little one gets all excited because not only do they get to celebrate his/her birthday (I feel like it'd be a boy) but they get all excited because "the fireworks are just for me!!" (lol).

Mary, this is so cute!! I absolutely see them getting so into the holiday and the birthday, making them both super special for kiddo!

bungalow!Bob lore says that they have three children (two boys and a girl) and the youngest is definitely a July 4th baby. Thankfully that backyard is big enough to hold everyone - although they do have to drive out into the sticks for fireworks because Bob won't have any risk of his beloved bungalow burning down.

Now I'm getting all 🥹 thinking about littlest Floyd playing with sparklers and thinking that all the excitement is just for their special day. Kids celebrating holidays is what keeps me going!

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