#sometimes you need to smooch a familiar k?

[naffeclipse]

Our Hallowed Ground (Double Toil and Trouble)

Familiar!Eclipse x Witch!Y/N (SFW)

To escape cabin fever, you and Eclipse take a stroll into the winter woods.

Word Count: 2,000~ Warnings: Slightly suggestive and heavy kissing.

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent as I was in desperate need of smooches and some Eclipse shenanigans, however, please be warned that there will be spoilers for Double Toil and Trouble within this. On a different note, I might turn this work into a drabble/one-shot collection for my witch/familiar AU. This is fluffy and romantic with a hint of light angst, and I hope you enjoy!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Hidden (Kim Hongjoong) Rated

Pairing: Soccer Jock! Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)× Nerd! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, College AU.

Summary: There's nothing that makes Hongjoong feel better after a game than to spend it with his secret girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.5+K

Warnings: male breast play (we love the hiddies), light gropings, dry humping, light degradation, corruption kink, unprotected soft, vanilla sex (always use protection), dom! Hongjoong, sub/slightly inexperienced reader.

Taglist: @seacottons (I wrote this for you ♡), @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux @brie02 @multidreams-and-desires @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers when their prized center forward kicked the ball with full force into the opposing team's goal, effectively allowing them to take victory over another college from the area. His teammates hoisted the bleach blonde male over their shoulders, parading him around the field and letting the spectators admire him once more. The athlete shyly smiled and gave tiny waves towards the crowd. His eyes passed through all the rows of people standing about, searching and scanning for a particular person he hoped would come to see him.

Once he spotted a familiar red plain hoodie tucked near the very end of the bleachers, his smile grew even wider and he even felt bold enough to send a wink their way, the tiny group of admirers sitting nearby mistakenly thinking it was directed at them. The figure in the hoodie tried not to let any suspicious look give her away, but even she couldn't stop the faint pink hue that appeared on the apples of her cheeks. He mouthed a few words to her, which she understood to mean for her to wait for him at a certain place while he went to go get changed. Quickly picking up her bag, she made way to step down the bleachers, but unfortunately for her the little group of popular girls had the same idea, thus ending in one of them bumping into her rather harshly and sending her crashing down onto the concrete stairs that allowed one to get out of the spectator area.

The soccer player of course saw this and slightly hissed when he watched her palms come out instinctively to lessen her fall, only imagining the stinging sensation they went through. He then turned his attention to the tiny clique leader who looked completely unapologetic, her mouth saying something that he couldn't quite make out, but judging from the way her little minions snickered and laughed, he deduced it was only another one of the usual jabs they liked to fling at the poor girl. And he hated it, the scowl clearly visible on his face. Just when he was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind, the victim looked up and gestured for him not to intervene and just run along to the showers. He hesitated briefly until she once again assured him she was fine, getting up and quickly escaping before another accident occurred.

Left with no choice but to follow her instructions, the soccer player joined the others in the showers to freshen up after a long and arduous game. He made sure to be quick about it, as he wanted to go check up on her injuries as soon as possible. After drying off completely, he stuffed all his belongings into his bag without caring to check if he was crushing anything and sped out of there. Along the way to the place where he parked his car, he only waved at his fellow classmates and belatedly ignored the prissy bullies that caused the incident back at the bleachers.

"Snakes." He mumbled to himself as he passed by them.

Rounding a tiny corner of the building, he took out his keys and unlocked his car, looking around in confusion when he didn't see the person he was expecting anywhere nearby. Hearing a tiny rustling of leaves, he rolled his eyes when he finally realized they were hiding behind the hedge that decorated the stairs that led one inside the building.

"There's no one else around, now come out of there before the groundskeeper finds out you were messing up his artistic shrubbery." He called out as he walked over to the hedge.

Peeping her head out, the girl looked right then left to make sure he wasn't lying before throwing one leg over the green barrier, trying to get out. It definitely proved more difficult getting out than getting in, as her foot accidentally got stuck when she tried to swing her other leg out. She grunted softly as she tried to yank her foot out, which she eventually accomplished but with how hard she pulled she was thrown off balance. Had the male behind her not have run up to catch her, she would have surely hit her head on the floor. Luckily he had indeed caught her before such tragedy occurred. Looking up, his unamused face was bearing down on her.

"Thanks?" She sheepishly said.

"Don't mention it honey bunch." He snorted when she frowned at one of the many nicknames he enjoyed teasing her with.

"Don't start now Kim Hongjoong." She grumbled with a huff as she sat upright.

When she turned around, she had no chance to say or do anything as he took her hands and made her palms face him. Hongjoong sighed when he saw the tiny scrapes on her fragile skin.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." She asserted before he got anymore upset.

"These 'scratches', and the mean names, wouldn't happen at all if only you'd let people know about us."

She recoiled slightly at his words. He was right, she knew that. Still, she was hesitant about letting the entire school know about their secret relationship, something that he was more than eager about sharing. But he respected her need and wanting of privacy, even if it irritated slightly at times.

"I'll be fine Hongjoong. Really... their words don't bother me anymore. And besides, I'd rather not have all eyes at me at every moment. I like being an invisible wallflower." She repeated what she often said.

He understood her, but couldn't help the sigh that came out his lips.

"Honestly L/N Y/N, I don't know what to do with you sometimes." He confessed as he turned her palms over, his eyes focusing on her left hand. Or more precisely, on the black promise ring that was wrapped around her left finger. He smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over it, knowing that on the inside of it, his name was engraved in white, followed by his birthstone in the shape of a heart. He wore a similar one around his neck, held up by chain that dangled right above his chest, close to his heart. Only the one he wore was a white band and had his lover's name in black with her own birthstone on it. It was a present he had bought for their 1 year anniversary, which had happened not too long ago. Every time he saw her wear it, he felt a warm and tranquil feeling in his soul. He himself never took off the chain off his neck, only when he needed to shower and even then, he made sure to never misplace it.

It was a somewhat nostalgic feeling, standing there, holding her hands kinda like the first time he worked up the courage to come up to her and state his interest in dating her. Even to that day, he couldn't believe she would have actually agreed. He was so happy and full of bliss at having her that he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes and began leaning his face towards hers. His girlfriend widened her eyes and let out a muffled shriek before pulling away from him. Hongjoong grunted angrily as he walked after her towards his car.

"It's not a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public you know." He exclaimed.

"Someone might see us." She kindly reminded him.

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Hongjoong was about to start nagging but opted for taking a deep breath instead to calm down.

"Ok fine, but once we get behind closed doors, I'm expecting a lot of cuddles and smooches from you. You've been giving me the cold treatment at school even beyond what we agreed on and I'm slightly hurt." He pouted as he turned on the ignition.

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned over and placed a peck on Hongjoong's cheek.

"Ok you baby. Only because you were amazing on the field today."

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Safe in the sanctuary and privacy of her apartment, Y/N couldn't hold herself back now as she tangled her limbs around her boyfriend, face pressed against his chest. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from snorting when he felt her cheek rubbed against one of his protruding pectoral muscles. The arm that was stationed around her frame came up to lightly scratch the back of her head.

"Having fun there you cuddle bug?" He raised an eyebrow at her when she snuggled closer to him.

"Hmmm yeah. Your man boobs make such comfortable pillows." She beamed as she reached one hand up to caress the muscle that her face wasn't buried in.

"They are not boobs Y/N. We've been over this how many times?" He dropped his head back onto the pillow as he released an exhausted and frustrated groan.

Feeling a bit on the bolder side that evening, Y/N shifted her weight over so she was fully laying on top of him.

"If they're not boobs, how come I can do this?"

Hongjoong half gasped- half moaned when he felt his girlfriend's mouth part and latched onto one of his highly sensitive nipples. Of course his girlfriend took advantage of this little fact, suckling onto his skin in a tender manner. Hongjoong lost himself in the feeling of her tongue flicking at his hardened peaks, closing his eyes as she kept on enveloping his buds with her warm mouth, first one breast then moving to the other one. This time her suction was a little more rough, teeth baring to lightly bite on the skin around his nipple. Hongjoong obviously didn't mean and was thoroughly enjoying the more harsher treatment as he began bucking his hips up against hers, his tent brushing against her folds which were only covered by her cotton underwear.

Satisfied at being able to rile her boyfriend up, Y/N sat up with a smirk as she peered down at Hongjoong's dazed look. Before he could get a word out, his girlfriend begin grinding herself against his bulge, her hands steadying themselves on his lean but firm abs. Hongjoong looked up at her, his eyes glowing with the same lust that mirrored in her own. Not able to bear to leave her in charge, his hands came up to grip her hips, forcing her to stop momentarily before they started taking control of her movements. He guided her so every time her clothed mound would rub against his tent they would both feel the best friction between them. Not only was he in full control of her body rolls, he made sure to lift his hips up so she would feel him even more. The air around them thickened as their sexual tension grew more and more, their once soft sighs turning more into heavy panting as they both waited for the other one to give in and say they wanted more than just the semi clothed dry humping they were currently doing.

Y/N knew fully well Hongjoong wouldn't say anything, it was in his nature. He'd just keep donning that signature smirk he was hailing at her at the moment as he continued to grind himself up at her. She knew he wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, as a form of payback for not acknowledging him back at the university. She wanted to play at his game, keep her mouth shut and even get off him only to leave him frustrated and aching. But she had no will or mind to do that. Not when her body yearned for his, cried out to have him pin her to the bed as he tore through her intimate places. She couldn't hold back any longer, her bottom lip was starting to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it.

"What's wrong babygirl? Something on your mind? Do you want something?" He teased her as he moved his hands to cup her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and brushing against the hem of her panties.

"Hongjoong... I want...I want.." Even after having done this quite a few times, she was still very nervous and shy about requesting such things from him.

"Use your words darling, I know you can use them. After all, you're the smartest person in school. So tell me...."

Sitting up so he could lean his face close to hers, Hongjoong brushed his lips against hers, replacing her teeth with his own as he tugged at the corner where she had been biting on just a few seconds ago.

"What do you want?" He asked once more, hands going underneath her shirt so they could fondle her perky breasts, a satisfied grin lightly appearing on his face when he discerned the subtle whine that came from her throat.

"You, I want you." She finally answered, her arms wrapping around his neck as she closed the space between them and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled themselves together in a desperate and slightly sloppy fashion. Flipping their positions, Hongjoong carefully laid Y/N down on the mattress, never once breaking their kiss even when his hand dropped down to tug her underwear down her legs. She helped him out by lifting her hips up and was about to pull the hoodie over her head, but Hongjoong stopped her.

"No baby. Keep it on. You look more adorable wearing my clothes." Briefly pulling away from her, he had a cocky smile as he rid himself out of his own boxers.

"Even if I do enjoy taking them off you." He admitted with no shame, which didn't surprise her.

Prying her legs open so he could fit himself between them, Hongjoong peppered butterfly kisses across her forehead and temples, sighing blissfully as he aligned himself at her entrance.

"I love you." He always made sure to state those 3 words before they got lost in their love.

"I know. I love you too." She responded.

Satisfied at hearing his confession being reciprocated, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself inside her, always taking care to be gentle as his lovely girlfriend wasn't as experienced as he was. He let her walls adjust to the intrusion of his member as he busied himself by kissing along the side of her neck and near her jaw while his thumbs rubbed circles on her waist. Y/N took a deep breath and lightly tapped his arm, a sign for him to start moving.

Hongjoong started off with slow and deep strokes, making sure to angle his hips properly so his head would brush against that sweet spot that would have the girl underneath him crying out his name. Y/N's eyes dropped down to look in between their bodies, always fascinated by the image of Hongjoong's cock disappearing inside her. One of her hands came up and slid underneath her covered stomach, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt her boyfriend's bulge poke out from under her skin. Noticing this, Hongjoong chuckled softly.

"You like that baby? Like feeling my cock deep inside of you?"

She could only respond with a light nod of her head as she released a faint moan that turned louder when Hongjoong abruptly slammed back into her at a quicker pace.

"You feel so good around me love. You're so tight, warm, and soft- fuck! I can't get enough of you." He hissed as he continued to roll his hips into her.

Y/N loved hearing him say things like that to her. Hearing him say how much he wanted her, it turned her into puddy. However, there was something she had been meaning to ask him to try but didn't know how to approach the topic. Figuring it was the best opportunity then, she looked up at him with large eyes.

"Hongjoong? Can we try something tonight?"

His eyes instantly lit up when she asked that, always eager to satisfy anything she was curious about or wanted to try.

"Of course. Anything you want." He assured her.

"Then can you..... can you degrade me a little?"

Hongjoong suddenly stopped moving and blinked at her with a worried expression on his face. Y/N wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked that given his reaction. She watched as Hongjoong's bottom lip poked out in a light pout.

"Baby why on earth would you want something like that?" He tilted his head at you.

"I just.... I want you to call me your bad girl." She muttered softly, feeling embarrased at declaring that.

Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh as he cupped her cheeks and squished her face.

"But you're not a bad girl darling. You're my good girl. My sweet, kind and obedient angel who doesn't misbehave or cause trouble." He reasoned with her as he planted his lips on her cheek.

Y/N let out a tiny huff as she began to think she would not be getting what she was hoping for.

"That's what everybody else thinks....don't they?" She could hear and feel the shift in Hongjoong's mood, confirmed even further when he suddenly clasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as he started moving once again, only this time it was a more rough and fast pace. He stared down at Y/N with a hungry gaze, tongue poking out to lick his lips as he slammed his hips deeper in her.

"Got everybody in school fooled thinking you're such a goody two shoes, little miss perfect who is oh so sweet, innocent and pure, has never even kissed anyone."

Hongjoong smirked mischievously, pausing briefly before continuing.

"How do you think they'll react when they found out I ruined you? What will they say about the fact you opened your legs for me and allowed me to steal your virginity?"

Y/N threw her head back against the pillow and groaned loudly. It was true, she had let Hongjoong take away her purity a few months back. It wasn't anything she regretted, she loved and trusted him enough to give herself up to him, and she knew the feeling was mutual with him. And now to have him use that against her at that moment, to remind her of it, it felt amazing.

"What will your parents say? Their perfect daughter not only dating behind their back but actually letting her boyfriend stay over with her and fuck her into the sheets. Bet they'd be mad, bet they'll hate me for tainting their precious little angel." He laughed in a mocking tone.

Y/N's moaning now turned to whining and whimpering, her legs wrapping around Hongjoong's waist when the unrelenting tempo of his thrusts was threatening to throw her over the edge. Hongjoong knew this too given he felt everytime she clenched around his shaft, her walls squeezing onto him as if her life depended on it. He muffled his raspy pants when his lips attacked her mouth once more, his pecks aggresive and teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"And so many guys will be jealous. You don't know but I've overheard even some of my teammates whisper about how they wanted to rob you of your innocence. Hell, I know for a fact even some of the professors wanted to shove their cocks inside your little pussy." As he dished out those tiny secrets she never knew about, Hongjoong's pounding became more harsh and he snarled with jealousy at the thought of anyone else looking at his prized possession in an erotic way.

Y/N clung onto him as she was on the brink of topping over, nails raking along his back.

"But they'll never get a chance because you're mine. All mine. This pussy of yours is mine. I claimed it a while back and only I get to fuck it. It's mine..... you're mine."

Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N softly cried out Hongjoong's name as her body started twitching underneath his, face heating up as her juices pooled down her body. With only a few more strokes, Hongjoong himself was shooting his own cum into her, letting out shaky breaths that matched hers, their bodies collapsing on the bed as they tried to recover from the orgasm they just had.

After a few minutes and with his heartbeat back to normal, Hongjoong looked over at the girl beside him. Taking her hand, he held her arm up and aligned it with his so that the matching couple tattoos they got the month before would connect. It was a rather simple and subtle design, both of their wrists decorated with a beach wave that to anyone else wouldn't look out of place or arouse suspicions, but when they held it against each other, the waves formed a heart, which was exactly what Hongjoong was admiring at the moment. Rolling her over so she was facing him, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so it would be easier to slip himself back inside the warmth of her walls. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, both of their eyes closing as they began to drift into a serene sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"I love you munchkin." He giggled when her hand smacked his chest.

"Don't start or else you're sleeping on the couch."

[kinktae]

flesh and blood || 2 (M)

You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren't always required when it comes to love.

pairing: zombie!jungkook x reader

word count: 5.9k

genre: post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, smut

warnings: lots of TV watching, mentions of conspiracy, joon doing some illegal shit, mentions of murder, & smooching

A/N: inspired by warm bodies and the fact that I'm a legitimate crackhead. 

01 | 02 | 03

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PART TWO

Zombies were nothing like hamsters, you had come to find out over the past few days.

It seemed like an odd comparison, but it was the only other pet experience you could call upon. Your hamster, affectionately named Anarchy, was an impulse decision on your part, a running theme in your life it would come to seem. Nevertheless, you and Joon took it upon yourself to ensure she lived up her whopping two years of life, setting her up the biggest tank you could find and spoiling her with chew toys and salt licks. Anarchy was the perfect pet; she didn’t whine or grunt, didn’t eat all the chocolate in your fridge and she certainly didn’t follow you into the bathroom every time you needed to pee.

Your zombie friend, however, could not have the same said about him.

Namjoon and you spent many a night perched on the couch discussing very important zombie matters – Are steak saturdays a bad idea with a zombie in the house? Does he have a name? Should we be charging him rent? – while the zombie in question sat directly in front of the TV, completely consumed by the black and white film Namjoon had put on for him.

“Why can’t I just put some of my foundation on him?” You tried to reason.

“They’ll know he’s wearing makeup. Your foundation is cakey as hell.”

“What about— wait, what?” You blinked, surprised.

Namjoon shifted uncomfortably, flashing you an apologetic look, “Oh, sorry. I thought you knew.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at your TV to find that the zombie boy had not moved an inch since the last time you looked.

“Hey, brains.” You called out, feeling playful. “How would you feel about getting a spray tan?”

“Y/N, this is serious. I really don’t think he should ever leave the house.” Namjoon sighed, pulling your attention back onto him.

“You want to imprison him? He’s a person! He has to leave the house or he’ll go stir crazy. I know I would…”

Your best friend shook his head, and although you still felt like you had a case to argue, you knew that the discussion was over.

“I know, but if we’re seen outside with a zombie… It’s just what’s best for everyone, Y/N. Better safe than sorry.” Namjoon shrugged.

Leaning back into the couch, you crossed your arms over your chest. Of course, he was right, but that didn't make it any less unfair. Even if the zombie man had yet to utter a complaint since arriving at your place, you couldn't help but feel responsible for his well being. He saved your life after all.

A noise coming from the sitting zombie caused you and Namjoon to jump; it was a sharp, high pitched sound, unlike you had ever heard come from him before.

Shockingly, you looked over at the zombie to find the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly as the scene playing out on the television reflected in his dark eyes.

"Did he just..." Namjoon gaped.

"Laugh?" You finished the shared thought, a warm feeling falling over you. "Yeah. Sounds like he just did."

Namjoon hummed, tapping a finger against his thigh contemplatively. Suddenly, he stood up, heading out of the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what he was doing.

"Where are you going?" You inquired.

"To start a Project Z chart. My groundbreaking research begins today!" His voice informed you from somewhere in the apartment.

You grinned, chuckling slightly. Bringing your knees into your chest, you wrapped your arms around them. Project Z, huh? Alright. Count you in.

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A thump against your foot pulled your eyes from your computer screen. You were sat in the living room, legs tucked under the coffee table as your ass took comfort on a pillow you placed on the floor.

"Hi, there!" You cooed, poking your head under the table as you greeted your hamster Anarchy. She had been roaming around the room in her giant clear hamster ball, one of her favorite ways to keep you company while you did your work.

The grey colored rodent continued forward, wheel rubbing against the length of your legs as she ran. Snatching the ball before she could get any further, you brought her up to eye level, her little nose sniffing at you.

"That's enough ball time for today, don't you think?" You asked her rhetorically.

Suddenly, your phone began to sound, the familiar tune of Monster by Lady Gaga ringing out for the kitchen.

"Brains!" You called out towards your zombie roommate, who was sat in his usual place in front of the TV. He wasn't actually responsive to your nickname for him, but thankfully, the volume of your tone caught his attention enough to turn and face you.

You placed Anarchy back onto the floor.

"Watch Anarchy." You pointed at your pet before pointing at him. "Don't let her roll out of the room."

The undead boy showed no sign of understanding, his eyes merely locking onto the contained mammal. He hadn't shown much interest in your hamster up until now, the TV taking up all his attention of course.

Thank god he was already a zombie because the amount of time he spent in front of that damn screen would have surely rotted his brain by now.

Assuming that his attention would not shift away from the rodent now that he was intrigued by it, you made your way out towards the kitchen, where you had left your phone to charge. You cursed as you watched the way the screen of your phone changed, the phone call ending before you could reach the device.

Grabbing your phone, you swiped it open, only to see that it had been Namjoon to call you.

Your eyes fixed on your phone, you sent him a message as you walked back into the living room.

[12:56 PM]

To: Joonie – sorry I missed ur call... did u need something?

You let out a small yelp as your toe hit itself on something– you knew exactly what it was as the sound of plastic rolling across the room rang out.

Your stomach sank heavily as you located the ball, not because you had just sent your hamster whirling across the room, but because the ball... was empty.

Your eyes widened as they found the ball's lid, lying ominously on the floor.

"Anarchy? How did–" You breathed before you realized you had left the zombie alone with your beloved pet.

A chill ran over you as you eyed him; he was once again watching the TV, cross-legged as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh my god..." You gaped. "Did– Did you eat Anarchy?!"

He didn't react to your voice and before you reason with yourself, you gripped his shoulder angrily, forcing him to look at you.

To your surprise, you were met with not just wide zombie eyes, but with the sight of Anarchy cupped carefully between his palms, very much alive. You let out a breath of relief, sinking down to sit beside him.

So your zombie friend didn't have a taste for rodents. Good to know.

"Sorry." You apologized reflexively before a chime, followed by another, called your attention.

The zombie watched carefully as you began to fiddle with that strange device he sometimes saw you occupied with.

You read the texts carefully.

[12:57 PM]

From: Joonie – just stopped by the market and picked up some human brains for dinner… JK lol

[12:57 PM]

From: Joonie – was gonna ask if you wanted something but im otw home. c u soon!

You were just about to put the phone away when something stopped you in your tracks.

Tap.

A finger poked at your screen, and your eyebrows raised to find the zombie leaning in close, attention fixed on the set of texts sent in by your best friend.

You gawked at him for a moment, unsure if he was capable of reading and understanding the words in front of him.

After a few silent moments passed by; you cleared your throat, deciding to read the texts to him.

“Just stopped by the market and picked up some human brains for dinner… JK haha.” You narrated.

To your surprise, the zombie boy let out a grunt, poking at your screen again. Confused, you followed his finger to see what exactly he was pointing at.

Tap.

His finger hovered over the acronym Namjoon had sent. Was he asking what it meant? You could imagine zombies weren't well versed in text slang.

“The letters J and K stand for just kidding.”

It felt silly talking to him like this. You had no clue if he even understood written language – or verbal for that matter.

If the boy understood what you said, though, he didn’t show any sign of it. Once again, he tapped his finger against the message, accidentally causing the word to become highlighted.

“Yes, yes, I see it.” You said, growing slightly frustrated at the clear lack of mutual understanding between you.

Tap.

“Okay, enough of that…” You sighed.

Ten minutes passed by uneventfully; Brains was watching his favorite show again, having had handed your hamster back so you could put her back and continue your work.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention, accompanied by the rustling sounds of the grocery bags Namjoon was carrying.

"Welcome home!" You greeted, not peeling your eyes from your screen.

"Can I get some help, please?" Namjoon's disembodied voice called out, stealing a sigh from you.

Begrudgingly, you closed your laptop, trudging over to the kitchen to help the scientist.

Offering him a nod in greeting, you began sifting through the bags he had heaved over onto the kitchen counter, on a hunt for any frozen foods that needed to be stored immediately.

"Did you buy–"

"Chocolate?" Namjoon finished for you, tucking away a tub of ice cream into your freezer. "Yeah, duh. You only reminded me eight times before I left."

You flashed him a sheepish smile, pulling a plastic container of strawberries from a grocery bag.

"Did you get any work done?" Your roommate wondered conversationally. You shrugged.

"I guess. This article Seokjin has me working on for the paper is dull as hell."

"And how is our zombie friend? Did you guys bond with me gone?"

“Obviously. I mean, we're practically best friends now." You teased, rolling up a now empty bag. Namjoon gasped suddenly, a hand over his heart in pretend offense.

"You're not trying to replace me are you?" He sniffed fakely.

"Well, he does get along with Anarchy. He took her out of her ball and held her and everything." You shrugged, a small smirk pulling at your mouth.

The fridge door shut sharply, Namjoon's eyes narrowing in distaste, "You're telling me that little rat likes an undead stranger better than me? I can’t even put a hand in her enclosure without her trying to gnaw off a phalange!"

"Stop calling her a rat, she's a hamster!" A laugh escaped you, ever amused by the way your pet despised him.

"Interesting that he didn't eat her though." Namjoon continued, the two of you were nearly done putting the purchased food away. "I'll make sure to note that in his chart."

"I was surprised, too." You nodded.

"Learn anything else interesting that I should write down?"

"Not really. Just that he really likes the acronym JK. I read your text out to him and he wouldn’t stop tapping at my phone when I showed him it.” You explained, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans casually.

The groceries were all stored meaning your moral duty as a roommate to help put them away was officially completed.

“Really? Interesting..." Namjoon hummed.

"Is it?" You mused.

"This could mean he understands transcribed text."

You thought back to the way the zombie had shown little to no reaction to Namjoon's words before shaking your head in disagreement.

"I doubt it."

"You said you read it out to him right? Maybe it’s zombie slang for something. Or at least sounds like it.” He pressed.

You pondered that idea for a moment before responding, “You think zombies have their own language? I haven’t heard a sound out of him other than the occasional grunt or groan.”

“Why not? If animals are able to communicate within their own species, why not zombies? Nonverbal communication occurs in the animal kingdom all the time.” Namjoon explained, once again proving himself to be the smarter of you two.

Suddenly, without warning, he began to make his way over to the living room; you cocked your head in confusion before following him.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, worried he was going to harass the unsuspecting zombie again. Often you'd have to step in and remind Namjoon that the zombie wasn't a test rat that he could just poke and prod at whenever he wanted.

Said zombie was, of course, exactly where you had left him, sat upright on the couch looking stiff and unnatural as ever as he watched his TV with a blank expression.

“I’m gonna test out a theory.” Namjoon declared without warning, and to your disbelief, he let out a loud grumble.

“J...K…” He groaned out, voice clearly trying to imitate that of a zombie’s. Oh, god. Your best friend was an idiot. He really was.

Just as you were about to hit Namjoon on the shoulder for being such a dumbass, the seated zombie unexpectedly turned towards the two of you, clearly responding to the word.

He stared at you both with wide, unblinking eyes before letting out a huff of his own.

“Holy shit.” You breathed silently.

“Well. I think I just spoke zombie." Namjoon whispered. Neither of you dared to take your eyes off the walker as a small ounce of fear began to set in.

What exactly had Namjoon said to him? Was it possible to offend a zombie? Should you both start running now?

And as if you weren't taken back enough, you completely lost the ability to breathe altogether when a corner of the zombie boy’s mouth twitched upward, flashing you both a crooked, yet unmistakable smile.

“Is he... smiling?” You turned to face your best friend only to see that he was smiling back at the zombie.

“Remind me to put zombie whisperer on my résumé.” Namjoon grinned smugly.

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"No, this is mine. That one is yours." You huffed, grabbing back the stolen candy bar.

"Mine." JK repeated, reaching over for the very item you had just taken back from him. You let out a groan, throwing your hands up in defeat.

"I take it he's not grasping the concept of ownership?" Namjoon glanced up from whatever hospital file he was looking over.

"That little brat knows what I mean, he's just greedy and stubborn." You accused, glaring at the zombie who had already peeled open the wrapper of your chocolate.

In the past two weeks since you first brought home the stubborn zombie, there had been much development on his part. For starters, Namjoon and you had deducted that his name must be JK as it was the only word he responded to every time without fail.

Along with that discovery came the shocking utterance of words on his part.

Y/N. Joon. No. Mine. Sorry. Candy.

Each one was just as jarring as the one before, even if simple. Namjoon, although disappointed your name was JK's first words and not his, was thrilled. Language reacquisition was certainly something reports on zombies failed to notice.

"Hmm... wonder where he picked that up from..." Namjoon muttered sourly. At his words, you frowned.

"Excuse me, are you suggesting something mister?" You raised an eyebrow at him challenging.

Your best friend let out a laugh, "You say that as if you aren't the most hard-headed, unyielding human being to ever walk this earth."

"Bold words for someone who can't even go to sleep unless a nightlight is present." You scoffed.

"Hey!" Namjoon slammed the paperwork down onto the coffee table, causing you to roll your eyes. The zombie frowned, eyes flickering between the two humans. "That was a low blow! I could have brought up the fact that you're in your twenties and still can't drive but some of us have class, you know."

"Driving is scary!" You defended, turning your nose up at him. "Besides, why do I need to drive when I have a chauffeur?"

"You ass, I am not your chauffeur–"

"Joon." JK's gruff voice rang out suddenly, silencing the room. His eyes glared at the tall human openly.

Namjoon looked taken aback at the zombie's sudden call, his eyes flickering to you for reassurance, but you hadn't a clue what was happening either.

"...Yes?" He finally replied, voice hesitant.

The zombie immediately dropped the chocolate, hand coming up to point at you instead. You quirked a brow, noting the way he had yet to take his cold eyes off Namjoon.

"Sorry." JK demanded.

You let out a laugh.

"Wha– Are you kidding?" The scientist marveled. "Hell no, I'm not apologizing to her."

"Joon. Sorry." The zombie said once more, a clipped tone behind the word.

You were a giggling mess, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you watched your roommates interact with amusement.

"Why just me? Y/N should apologize too!" Namjoon whined.

JK held the man's stare for just a beat when swiftly, he grabbed the file that he had placed down onto the table.

"Woah– Hey, naughty zombie! Give that back."

"No." The zombified man responded dryly, only causing you to laugh harder.

JK glanced your way for a moment, taking note of how pleasant the sound before once again turning to Namjoon.

"Yeah, Joon! Say sorry." He could hear you tease beside him.

"Yeah." JK repeated after you, his head nodding in a way that was convincingly human-like.

"Son of a bitch. He's like the undead male version of you." Namjoon griped, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ultimately, he cried uncle.

"Fine. Y/N, I am so sorry, please forgive me." His eyes flew back to JK, extending his hand out pleadingly. "Now can I please have that file back?"

JK frowned, wanting to say something but lacking the necessary words to express himself, so instead, he turned towards Y/N.

You were already looking at him, elbow perched on the table as you rested your chin on your open palm. You were smiling in the way that always made him feel funny; your eyes shiny and amiable.

You gave him a nod, which was all the reassurance he needed before he finally handed the file back over to the man he had stolen it from. Namjoon snatched it back eagerly, pulling it into his chest in case either of his roommates tried to pull that same stunt again.

"Monsters. Both of you." He said in a flat tone. You chuckled, heeding his words no mind as you spotted the abandoned chocolate lying on the table that the zombie had set down.

JK watched with a frown as you took the candy bar from him, his noise of protest dying in his throat the moment he saw the way your lips wrapped around the sweet treat.

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“Y/N.”

“Hm?” You replied, still concentrating on the apple you were slicing up for the zombie. As willing as he was to keep eating candy all day, you didn't want Jungkook's insides to decay any more than they already had.

Jungkook.

The sudden discovery of the zombie's full name was an unexpected one. It happened last week on a night much like others. You had just finished drying up his sheets and pillow cover, the fabrics warm and heavy in your arms. You had noticed your zombie friend had been particularly pensive that day, not chatting much which certainly was unusual for him nowadays. So as you walked into the living room, you weren't surprised to find him sitting at the couch staring out at the metal bars that ran along the length of the window as he appeared lost in his thoughts.

"Here you go. Nice and warm." You had announced, dropping the sheets onto the zombie's lap. He was yanked from his thoughts by the sudden weight.

"Nighty-night, sleep tight, don't let the zombies bite." You chimed breezily. The childhood rhyme might not apply in this particular case but you found the humor in it enough to say it to him every night.

The zombie gave you a slow nod, causing your brows to furrow slightly. It really wasn't like him to be this quiet. Lately, it had almost seemed as if he couldn't shut up; he was a human parrot, regurgitating and repeating every word that caught his interest, even occasionally forming sentences.

Namjoon deduced that this must be something of a second term speech emergence– or as you understood it, just a fancy science term meaning JK was rapidly learning how to speak.

A soft click rang out as you flicked the light switch on the wall off. The moon was bright and full tonight, it's light seeping through the window as it painted a wash of blue on the zombie and the couch.

"Y/N."

His voice was small; if it weren't for the quiet of the night you doubt you would've caught the call at all.

"Yes? Is everything okay?"

There was an undeniable melancholy in the air. It seeped through his tone and engulfed the room.

"I remember."

The words stunned you and after a silent beat, you were walking over to him, sitting down on the coffee table across from him.

"What? What do you remember? Tell me." You urged softly.

You watched as he swallowed shakily, eyebrows furrowing as his jaw opened and closed, fighting for a response. He could see it all, flashing from one scene to another in the back of his mind. There was a family that loved him. A pretty girl that made his chest tighten like it did when he was near you. A car accident. A morgue. Screaming. A group of six boys taking him in. Men in black uniforms pinning them to the ground as he hid and watched.

It was suffocating.

"JK?" You called out worriedly, noticing the way emotion clouded his eyes and how his breathing was becoming ragged.

"Jungkook." A name came out raspily as if saying it out loud was painful.

"What?" You blinked.

"Jungkook." He mourned, tears falling from his eyes. "I remember."

Your heart sank as his face twisted up, and before you could stop yourself, you stood and pulled him into you, his face finding the crook of your neck as he began to weep. You let out a breath, your hand petting the back of his head in hopes to comfort him, his hair still damp from his shower earlier.

Needless to say, when Namjoon came back from his night shift to see the two of you curled up asleep on the couch together, he had many questions.

“Y/N, come here.” Jungkook's voice insisted, causing you to huff.

'No please, huh? Typical man.' You thought to yourself bitterly as you placed the knife in the sink, scooping up the plate of freshly cut apples as you made your way over to him.

"Here. Apples. Eat." You ordered, placing the plate down in front of him. Jungkook had graduated from sitting on the floor to the couch while watching TV, truly an astonishing character development on his part.

"What are they doing?" Jungkook ignored you, completely captivated by whatever he was watching.

Pressing your lips together, you watched the scene unfold on the screened box.

“They’re kissing.” You said, glancing back at the fascinated man that sat beside you, unsure of how to approach this subject.

"What?" Jungkook cocked his head, clearly not familiar with the term.

“What they’re doing? Yeah, it’s called a kiss.”

The romantic lead and his female counterpart were locking lips under an umbrella as rain poured around them, uplifting music humming in the background. Just the kind of grand romantic movie ending all pre-apocalypse movies seemed to have.

“Kiss.” Jungkook repeated, testing out the word.

“Yeah, you do it with someone you care about. Someone you’re close with.”

“Do Y/N and Namjoon... kiss?” He muttered.

Your eyes grew, quick to shake your head vehemently, “Huh? Oh no! God no. We’re just friends.”

“Friends?” The zombie pressed.

“Yeah. We’re close and care about each other but… definitely no kissing.” You shuttered. You had known Namjoon for too damn long to even entertain that idea.

“No kissing. Just friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded, seemingly content with the information he was just given. "But why do they kiss?"

You shifted in your seat. Was this what parents felt like when it was time to give their kids 'the talk?'

“Well… It feels nice. And I guess it's a way of showing someone you love them.” You shrugged shyly.

“Love."

Jungkook seemed to be merely repeating you rather than pressing for an explanation as he turned his attention back to the movie.

“Confusing.” Jungkook concluded.

“Yeah, well, you’re not wrong.” You mused through a laugh, bringing his attention back on to you and the way he couldn't help but smile every time you heard you do so.

And there it was again. That strange, tight feeling in his chest that he had yet to find a word for... up until now.

"Y/N."

Turning towards him, your world froze the second his lips found yours. They were soft and warm much like the hands that cupped either side of your face.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jungkook opened his eyes, heat finding both your faces as you gawked at him with wide eyes.

"Sorry." He apologized suddenly.

"Y-You just..." Your words failed you, there was no possible way to wrap your head around what just happened.

You brought a hand to your lips, fingers running along your bottom one before covering your mouth altogether.

"Gosh. You have to ask before you kiss someone, brains." You turned away from him, tone of voice serious as if to scold him.

Jungkook nodded quietly, unsure of how to reply, especially when he could see the way you smiled behind your hand.

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You were trying to sleep, you really were. But unfortunately for you, when your, admittedly good looking, zombie roommate kisses you, it tends to consume your thoughts. You felt like you were overthinking everything despite the fact that you knew nothing.

Was it a misunderstanding on your part? Did you explain kissing in a way that confused him and he was just trying to express his gratitude towards you for taking care of him for all this time?

Or did he... love you?

God, you sounded ridiculous, you know you did. How could a zombie even understand an idea as complex as love? Why was this even affecting you so much? Why did it matter?

Your thoughts were bordering on dangerous territory right now, and in desperate need of a distraction, you rang up Namjoon.

"Joon!" You greeted the second he picked up.

"Uh, hey?" Your best friend replied warily. “Is everything okay?"

"What? Yeah! Of course, I mean, why wouldn't everything be okay?" You replied, heart racing as you swung your legs against the side of your bed.

"Well, for starters, you're calling me at three in the morning? Why aren't you sleeping?"

Namjoon often went to do work late at night at the hospital for his internship; usually, it meant you got to see little of him in the mornings as he was passed out cold but this time it actually worked to your advantage.

"Oh, I'm just... thinking, I guess. How are things at the hospital?" You diverted quickly.

"It's kind of a slow night," Namjoon revealed and you could almost picture the way he'd shrug, "but I'm guessing you didn't call me to ask me that. What's going on, weirdo?"

You let out a sigh. He was your best friend, after all. Of course, he'd see right through you.

"It's just... Jungkook. He's just so different from everything we thought we knew about zombies."

"I know, right? He's nearly completely fluent now, don't you think?"

"No, it's more than that." You furrowed your brows, laying back on your bed. "He's just– I mean he's got... emotions and preferences and memories. I think he might even... Ugh, nevermind I’m just overthinking.”

"Did... something happen that I should know about?" Namjoon mused. You bit down on your lip, unsure of how to answer.

"We know he's different from the others but–" You chose to ignore before he cut you off.

"But what?"

Staring at your ceiling, you sorted through your thoughts– thoughts that you had been toying with for a while now.

"What if there are more like him? And if so, where are they? Have they been killed? What role does the DEAD Team play in this?"

"Hm. I don't know... but let me see if I can find out." Namjoon said, causing you to sit up in surprise.

Of course! Research was Namjoon's whole thing. If anyone could find out more about this, it was him.

"Okay, yeah! Let me know if you find anything." You replied.

"And Y/N," Namjoon began suddenly, his tone shift slightly. "If you’re right... Wait. Nevermind, let's, uh, just not talk about this over the phone anymore, okay?"

"Oh... okay." You blinked in confusion at your best friend's nebulous words.

"Good night, weirdo."

"Night." You muttered back, hitting the end call button as you tried to suppress the uneasy feeling in your gut.

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The feeling of someone yanking the covers off your body jolted you awake. Squinting, you tried to orient yourself, the lights in your room blinding your tired eyes.

"What the fuck?" You grumbled, eyes focusing on the hovering body that soon revealed itself to be your boisterous best friend.

"Morning, sunshine!" Namjoon chimed.

"Ugh, what time is it?"

"Around six in the morning!" He answered before taking a seat on your bed, dropping a pile of what looked to be meaningless junk next to your body.

“Can I just say, finding anything outbreak-related that isn’t Anti-Zombie propaganda is fucking difficult… Luckily for you, I happen to be a genius with a lot of friends in the computer programming field.” Your best friend explained cockily.

“Oh shit." You rubbed at your eyes before taking in the pile. "Find anything good?”

“Oh, yeah. Turns out you’re not the only one who thinks there is more to the zombie story. I found an archive of a forum of people like us sharing stories and conspiracies about the Great Outbreak and the government’s involvement in it.”

“Really? How have I never stumbled upon that before?” You pondered.

“That’s just it. It was an archive, meaning the forum doesn’t exist anymore, it was shut down. The whole site was shut down actually, seemingly out of nowhere. Unfortunately for whoever took it down, once someone takes a step onto the internet, there are always footprints left behind. Nothing is ever really gone forever.”

You let his words sink in, still on sleepy brain mode.

“So... do you think the government took the site down?”

Namjoon flashed you a look as if to say well, obviously.

“A lot of the thread was purely he said she said stuff, but I did find some compelling pieces of evidence. Most notably… this.”

Namjoon reached into the pile and pulled out an old copy of a newspaper, placing it on top for you to read. Printed on the first page was a picture of a family you didn’t know, consisting of a mother, a father, and two daughters. On top of the picture in all bold was the title, “FAMILY KILLED BY ZOMBIE DAUGHTER.”

You vaguely remembered hearing about this story on the news when you were younger. But even then, you hardly gave sensationalized news much thought.

“Anyway, the youngest daughter, Shelby, died some time ago from some form of cancer. There are records of her parents taking her in to get that sketchy ass drug if you remember–”

“Immortuos, of course.” You nodded.

“Yeah. Obviously, she ended up dying and coming back to life. However, instead of letting the DEAD Team take her into custody, her family somehow managed to sneak her out of the mortuary her body was being stored in.”

Your eyes grew in size, “Are you serious? Wait, how do you know this?”

Namjoon rummaged through the pile, pulling out a piece of paper before holding it out to you. You stared down at it.

“Is this… a credit card statement?”

“Shelby’s father’s credit card statement.”

You shifted back away from the paper, sitting up in your bed. You were looking at a dead man’s credit card history. Weird.

“How the literal hell did you even get your hands on this?”

“I have my ways.” Namjoon smirked. You nodded, impressed at just how much your best friend had gotten away with.

“Anyway, look at this. Five days before the entire family’s reported death, the father bought four plane tickets.”

Four plane tickets?

“Well, that doesn't make sense. If it was just the oldest sister and her parents, they would only need three.” Your brows furrowed.

“Right. But with Shelby alive again…” Namjoon hinted.

“Four tickets.” You marveled, finally understanding. “They were trying to run away.”

You shook your head, “But wait this newspaper says Shelby killed her family, right? So what really happened? Why didn’t the family make their flight?”

“So there’s speculation that the government heavily monitored the immediate family of the recently undead after their resurrection. People on the forum theorized that the government caught wind of the family’s plan and killed them off before they got the chance to flee. Clearly, they thought the family knew something they shouldn’t have otherwise they would have just taken the girl. I mean think about it, do you really think a six-year-old could overpower her sister and two adult parents? ‘Cause I don’t.”

You sat in silence for a second. It made sense. The zombie girl was already back with the family so it would be the perfect guise to fall back on: ‘Naive family takes back zombie child only to be eaten alive!’ That would certainly deter other families from trying to do the same.

A thought crossed you suddenly.

“Hey, this happened in our town. You have access to the hospital's morgue records… do you think there is any way–”

“One step ahead of you.” Namjoon interrupted, pulling out an aged manila envelope from the pile, the word confidential clearly stamped onto it.

You held Namjoon’s eyes in disbelief, wondering how the fuck you had befriended a master level criminal, before taking the envelope into your hands and prying it open. Inside were four sheets of paper. Copies of autopsy reports, with each respective family member’s name on it. Your stomach dropped as you let your eyes roll over them, realizing each sheet of paper had been signed off the same way:

Cause of Death: GUNSHOT TO HEAD

Manner of Death: MANDATED HOMICIDE

Police Notified: NO

"Mandated homicide– whoever executed their deaths was ordered to do so. And if the police weren't notified then..."

"Yeah." Namjoon confirmed grimly. A wave of nausea rolled over you suddenly.

“The family knew what we know. That not all zombies are dangerous.” You breathed, swallowing dryly. “And now... they're dead.”

Your apprehensive eyes met Namjoon's, the air thick with the feeling that you two had just stumbled upon something much bigger than yourselves– something you would not come out of unscathed.

[sloppy-butcher]

Maybe J, K, L, W and X for Hillbilly?

anon... you know DAMN well what you are doing. playing with my heart like this. i legit screamed when i saw this. thank thank thank YOU !!! he's JUSt what the doctor ordered <3 much love anon. hope you enjoy

edit;; i wrote SO DAMN MUCH I i need to go to horny jail

Fluffy Alphabet for The Hillbilly (Max Thompson Jr.)

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh yes, but he would never even know he was. Max doesn't know what being jealous is nor does he know what it feels like. He would just begin to feel angry for no apparent reason, a burning familiar fury igniting in his stomach making him want to scream and get his chainsaw. Watching you interact with other people, be it killer or survivor, makes Max very sour. It’s extremely bitter when he sees you talking to others - were you happier with them? He’d get mad and his intrusive white noise would threaten to blind him with unjustified rage. 

He’d growl as he looms over you, silver eyes burning with unspeakably deep anguish. No words would fall from his mouth but you could tell from the mere way he stood there that he was upset. You tentatively reach up for him, Max flinching away from your gentle hand. Your heart breaks as you see a wave of unworthiness wash over his deformed features - he feels undeserving of your affections. Max is unsure if you even love him anymore. You belong with normal people with normal faces. How could he ever have believed that you would want to be with him? He recoils from your attempt to touch him again and you feel tears well up in your eyes. There was such profound sadness in that face and your inability to alleviate some of that pain scorned you more than any knife ever could. 

Before he could react, moving faster than lightning, you engulf him in a hug. Desperation to soothe his obvious heartache seeping through your embrace. Suddenly he breaks and gives in to your understanding and unwavering love. You must teach him how to recognize and deal with jealousy in a less self-destructive manner.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Hell no. Gonna be dead honest, he would be terrible. There would be too much teeth, his lips would not be able to conform to the correct shape and his tongue is untrained and a little too eager. But what he lacks in technique, he makes up for in passion. Once he knows that you don't mind that his kisses are wet and unusual and his confidence to seek you out grows, he wastes no time in getting quite accustomed to smooching your face. Every chance he got, Max would be planting multitudes of kisses on your person, moving up and down your body with his mouth leaving behind moist teeth-marks and red skin. His favorite place to kiss is your face - be it your cheek, the corner of your mouth, the top of your forehead, it is always your face that gets drenched in his love. 

The first kiss was an awkward one, Max had been acting suspicious all day. When the elephant in the room became too much to leave unchecked you approach him and ask him softly if something was wrong. You’d notice right away that he was shaking, his nervous hands fidgeting with the frayed edge of his shirt and his gaze never once having the confidence to meet your line of sight. After having a moment to compose himself, Max finally raises his head and meekly asks if he could give you a kiss. It's such a jarring, out-of-place question that for a few minutes after you remain stuck in stupefied silence. When you manage to give him a gentle nod, Max shuffles closer, his breathing hot and flustered across your face. In an instant, his lips are on yours, not even kissing you more just sloppily pressing themselves against you, and his eyes are closed. The kiss lasts only a heartbeat then he's pulling away, filling with embarrassment and shame. He begins to hurriedly apologize for the awful attempt at such a delicate and intimate act, shrinking away into his own self-doubt. 

He stops when you put your hand on his shoulder and sweetly plant another kiss on his forehead. “It was great, Max.” You whisper into his ear feeling all tension drain from his body at your reassuring words. “You were great.”

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’d be an absolute mess. Why was he feeling this way? What even was this feeling? Perhaps he was sick? Maybe he was dying? He had never expected dying to feel this good, however. If he was dying then he’d gladly do so because then he’d get to stay longer with you. It was always you who set off that suffocating goodness in his chest, his knees always felt like straw when he’d steal a sneaky look at you. He would assume that feeling like this was normal for everyone when being around such a wonderful and kind person such as you so it would take a long time for him to realize that pining the way he does was not actually the norm. 

He remembers how the men did it on T.V, how they expressed love to their partners, and though nervous, Max knew what he had to do. So one night when alone he pulls you to the side gets down on one knee. He produces a strange bundle of dead flowers and other miscellaneous items that you supposed was meant to be a bouquet. He coughs and tries to force the words to come out but all he could manage was a pathetic mumble. Getting over your stupor at his forwardness, you suddenly sigh and let out a gentle giggle. He looks up at you with wide, unsure eyes - so much like a desperate child that you couldn’t help but place your hands around his crooked face. You call him a goofball and he smiles. You weren’t refusing him so, that means you love him, right? He’s elated. Ballistic! Wild! Walking on air! He stands up quickly and effortlessly sweeps you off your feet, cradling you to his chest as he spins around, all the while laughing his relief and joy.   

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Max has a great fascination and strange enjoyment in being openly flirtatious with you. He absolutely loves it when you make crude jokes, smacking his ass and calling him sexy. He blushes and buries his head in his hands, unsure about what to do with himself when showered in such open tenderness. He babbles and shrinks away and to anyone else watching it would seem that he hates being so degraded but really he absolutely loves it. Call him a good boy, a strong, handsome man and he crumbles like a sandcastle against a wave. It makes his insides burning in a most fabulous way and he feels something fuzzy buzz up in his chest. It's a borderline praise-kink thing. 

He also enjoys showering you in that same raunchy show of likeness, though do forgive him for all the lines he uses are the same ones he picked up earlier from you (he’s not very creative). He’d smack your ass then would pull away and wait for your reaction. When you’d smile, he’d wheeze and produce a sound you assumed to be his own version of laughter. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes. Most definitely. Having been deprived of physical affection all his young life, Max would behave like a starved man when you first introduce the concept of cuddling. He’d never want to stop cuddling you. His love language is touch. If you are at the point in your relationship where he is comfortable enough to allow you to touch him, Max constantly begs you for attention. 

He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you rake your fingers through his hair. It's an odd thing, coarse, wiry, and scattered across his shoulders in patches, but you manage to always find the best spots to gently stroke as he lies peacefully in your lap. Often you find that Max has fallen asleep and his ragged breathing simulates a cat purring. 

When he wakes expects to be covered in kisses and wrapped in an impossible bear-hug. He’s careful to not hurt you with his strength but sometimes he can't help the urge to bring you as close to his chest and humanely possible. He kisses the top of your head and goes wild when you start peppering his face with butterfly kisses. He giggles and can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut and grin like an idiot. You just made him feel so good. 

[gullethead]

Writing In Eternian

Hey! I made a post about a little season 5 easter egg yesterday (not linking it here because for some reason it blocks the post from showing in the tags)and while I was poking through the tags, I noticed that a lot of people want to learn how to use First Ones writing! Writing and orthography are actually things I'm really interested in, so I decided to make this guide for people. It's a bit more in-depth than the official press release, so if you just want to use that, feel free!

Here’s the original tweet from the She-Ra Twitter account, which has more examples: twitter. com /dreamworksshera/status/1055474341553623040

Here we go! Putting it under a break so it doesn't eat up your whole screen.

THE SOUNDS OF ENGLISH & THE IPA

So first of all, we need to start with a brief introduction to the IPA. (If you’re already familiar, you can skip to the next big heading.) Lots of languages use a lot of different letters or other characters to represent certain sounds, but when you're working with linguistics, you need to be able to say exactly what you mean. So, we made the International Phonetic Alphabet. This is a long list of individual letters and markings that represent very specific sounds, and you use them by placing them between slashes, like /d/, and sometimes to distinguish, you place the actual writing between corner brackets, like <d>. So for instance, /t/ and /h/ make the same sounds that <t> and <h> make in English, but <th> (usually) makes either the /θ/ or /ð/ sounds. These change based on where you live, but in general the consonants are the same for all English speakers.

Knowing this is important, because something I love about the First Ones alphabet is that it isn't just a letter substitution! Many "secret language" alphabets I've seen in kid's series (like Artemis Fowl, for instance) are just simple one-to-one substitutions for the Latin alphabet we use. But First Ones writing is actually very different! It uses the actual sounds made in the word. So if you wrote "cat" in the First Ones script (which I'm gonna call Eternian, after Eternia from He-Man, which flows better than "First Ones script"), it would actually look like "kat", because the letter c can be used for the sounds k or s, so it doesn't translate.

The alphabet we're using right now was created for the Latin language, derived from the Greek alphabet, which itself has a very long history behind it. English is NOT descended from Latin - it's a Germanic language, and the Germanic family is only kind of related to the Romantic family that developed out of Latin. However, a lot of our vocabulary has a Latin infusion because of mixing with Old French in the 1000s-1100s, and even before that, we used the Latin alphabet because it was the most common. This means that in order to express all the sounds we have, English speakers writing English had to combine different letters together; this, plus over a thousand years of different spellings and dialects, means that our orthography - our way of writing the sounds we say - is FUCKED. The Eternian alphabet is actually a much more efficient way of writing these sounds!

This is the total list of English consonants:

A few notes here:

To make sure you're not lost, /ŋ/ is <ng>, /j/ is <y>, /θ/ and /ð/ are <th>, /ʃ/ and /ʒ/ are <sh> and <zh> (the French <j>, not usually distinguished in English writing) respectively, and /tʃ/ and /dʒ/ are <ch> and the English <j> respectively.

Most consonants can come in voiced and unvoiced versions (although, because English is weird, these are called "fortis" and "lensis" because we pronounce them with different amounts of energy). /b/ is /p/, but pronounced using the vocal chords. Only the nasal sounds, the "approximants", and /h/ don't have pairs in English, although /h/ DOES actually have a common voiced pair, and you can technically pronounce the others voiceless in some languages although it's very rare.

The /x/ sound, famously the end of the Scottish word "loch", is only found in Celtic accents (Scottish, Irish, Welsh) and in the South African accent (because of influence from Dutch). Other English speakers realize it as /k/.

The /r/ sound is weird. What /r/ technically represents is a trill, like in the Spanish <rr>. However, in English, that trill is very rare; what we use <r> for is called a "postalveolar approximant", [ɹ̠]. However, it is usually easier just to write the letter r, so that's how we transcribe it for English's IPA.

English also sometimes has what are called "syllabic consonants", which are consonants that can act as the center of a syllable in the place of a vowel. In English, these are mostly /l/, /m/, and /n/. For instance, the word "bottle" is technically pronounced [ˈbɑɾl̩] in General American English, and the same goes for words like "rhythm" and "button"; however, because this would complicate things a lot, phonologists consider it to include a very small vowel, so with the example of "bottle", it would be /ˈbɑtəl/ instead.

The vowels are a bit more weird than the consonants. Our alphabet was originally created for Latin, which only has ten vowel sounds, long and short a, e, i, o, and u (although technically the short vowels are /a ɛ ɪ ɔ ʊ/ instead of /a e i o u/, because fuck it I guess). However, we have a MUCH different vowel "inventory" in English - instead of the uniform 10 paired Latin vowels, in General American English we have anywhere from 11-13 vowels depending on your interpretation along with three diphthongs (combinations of two vowels used as a single vowel):

If you look at the British (Received Pronunciation) chart it's much different from that, which is why the accents are so distinct; however, Eternian is made with GA English in mind, so I'm just going to focus on that.

More notes:

/ə/ (a schwa, like in "uh"), /ɜ/ (very similar and hard to distinguish in writing), and /ʌ/ (something between an "uh" and an "ah"), are all very close to each other and sometimes interchangeable, especially between the first two.

/oʊ/ is usually simplified to /o/, and /eɪ/ is sometimes simplified to /e/, since the normal versions of those sounds don't show up so we don't have to make the difference clear.

A lot of accents in North America make /ɔ/ sounds (similar to "aw" or "au", like in "caught") into /ɑ/ sounds (the o in "hot").

Now, let's move on to the alphabet!

ETERNIAN GLYPHS & SIGILS

The "letters" of the Eternian alphabet, in my opinion, are better described using the more general term "glyph". This is because, while they are distinct shapes that mean specific sounds, they are used kind of artistically and variably within one large interconnected word-shape called a "sigil", much different than we would consider letters in the English alphabet. These glyphs are organized in words by lines starting at the basic shape of the sigil and stringing them together in order.

Eternian glyphs are split into two major categories that differ by shape: consonants and vowels.

CONSONANTS

The system of glyphs for Eternian consonants is actually very easy to remember, once you get the shapes down! Let's go back to the voiced/voiceless pairs. English has eight pairs of these, four plosives (made by quickly starting and stopping air with your mouth) and four fricatives (made by constantly moving air through your mouth). These eight pairs - along with another pair for /r/ and /l/ even though they aren't voiced/voiceless, because they're also closely related - make up most of the sounds in English and most of the consonant glyphs in Eternian. In each of these pairs, the voiceless (and /l/) have a basic, empty polygon shape; the voiced pair (and /r/) use the exact same shape, but with a dot in the middle. Like so:

Outside of this, English has four more vowels - /m/, /n/, /ŋ/, and /h/ - and two "semivowels", which can be used either as a vowel or a consonant. One of these semivowels, /j/ (the English y), is used as a vowel in Eternian, while the other, /w/, is treated as a consonant. Except for /w/, these remaining consonants are all marked by the fact that they’re solid color; they also all use the same basic shapes as many of the others, but aren’t related to the sounds which share their shape:

Pretty simple once you get the hang of it! Excuse the messiness; if you want a more precise rendering, you can reference the original release at the top.

I'm pretty sure this is all accurate, but there's one thing that seems weird to me. In English, <th> can be used to express either voiceless /θ/ or voiced /ð/. However, in Eternian, they gave us a "dh" glyph. I assume that this is meant to represent /ð/. However, in Wrong Hordak's "Smooch The Chef" apron, "the" is spelled with the glyph used for /θ/. But honestly I'm just assuming human error on that one, especially because /ð/ is very rare at the beginning of words except for articles or pronouns like the and these, most cases of <th> at the beginning of a word are /θ/ like in "thorn".

Now, for vowels!

VOWELS

Like I said earlier, this bit is much more complicated to get than the consonants, but luckily, this is actually much better for English than Latin letters!

Eternian vowel glyphs are divided, seemingly at random, into two subsets with a single exception. First are line-glyphs, which are formed by altering the connective line between two geometric glyphs. The others are circle-glyphs, the ones used for /ɛ/, /i/, /u/, and /o/. These function in the exact same way as the consonant glyphs, except that they are all circles where none of the consonants (except /n/) are.

There's a few issues here with transcribing words, but they mostly come out of simplifying English's horrible vowel fluidity. For instance, there's no distinct letter for writing the schwa /ə/, but it can be folded into the letter for /ʌ/. That, and combining /ɔ/ with /ɑ/, simplify 16 sounds into 13 letters. The last letter, /j/, is the other semivowel I mentioned above; <y> in English can be used for either /j/ or /aɪ/ and /ɪ/, but this letter specifically represents the /j/ sound like in "yes" or "yak".

BRINGING IT TOGETHER

This is where things get very interesting. Let's start with the basics, walking through how to write the word "Adora".

Eternian, as a writing system, is much more artistic by design than Latin, and words and sentences can be constructed in many ways which are all read the same way. Eternian words - better called "sigils" - are read right-to-left, like Hebrew, Arabic, or traditional Japanese and Chinese. We form the sigils starting with a line sloping down in that direction book-ended with dots. The exact angle and length doesn't matter, but the right side is always noticeably higher than the left, like this:

We then add two additional decorative lines built off of that base, which end in dots:

These flourishes can be curved, geometric, or a mix of both, and often inform a lot about the "personality" of both a sigil and its writer, and can distinguish one sigil from another. They're like the sigil's signature. They can be any shape or length, but never overlap with themselves or other lines.

The next step is to begin adding the sounds. Much like the flourishes, these are constructed differently for every sigil, although again they are all read from right-to-left and the symbols are placed with that in mind. These are strung down from the sigil's base, connecting with straight lines. Let's start by placing the a-sound in "Adora" near the right-side edge of the line (this is the /ʌ/ line-glyph, like the u in "fun"):

Because the /ʌ/ glyph is a line, it replaces the normal connecting line. Let's finish this syllable line with the /d/ glyph:

...and then add another line with the glyphs for /orʌ/:

Generally, when a cluster ends with a line-glyph, it connects back to the base line. Clusters not at the end cannot end on a line-glyph (though I'm not sure about what to do for line-glyph-only words like "I" or "a" - perhaps the base line is changed, the line curves in an arc, or it ends at the changed portion?). Additionally, line-glyphs are always turned in the direction they're going - the beginning and ending /ʌ/ glyphs are flipped from each other, because the ending glyph is turned upwards going towards the base line while the beginning is stemming from it.

The important thing to remember is that sigils can be formed in a variety of ways - the flourishes, line angles, how you structure the syllables, all of these are dependent on the writer, so long as they follow those general rules. I constructed that sigil “AD.ORA”, but it could just as easily be “ADO.RA”, and in larger words there’s much more potential for structural changes.

Sigils in a sentence are connected through lines which meet the word next to each of the flourishes, and which bend to fit the shape of the sentence. Sentences are not read in any specific direction, but words are clustered in aesthetically pleasing ways and sentence order is shown by these connecting lines. However, The initial word in a sentence only has a line connecting on its left side, the final word only has a line on its right side, and words in between connect to the previous word on their right and the next word on their left.

Let's try extending this to a simple sentence - "Adora is She-Ra." We already have the She-Ra sigil from canon, so we just need to connect them with the word "is".

First, let's write the next word, below and to the left:

And connect the two with a line:

And then repeat with the "She-Ra" sigil.

...and finally...

There we go! You've officially written a sentence using Eternian glyphs! I hope you have fun with it! If you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask. Thanks for reading!

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All you have to be is here - Part 8

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age who has a phenomenal smile and who is way too nice to him.

I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 8 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7

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[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

Mötley Crüe is playing from the headphones connected to his walkman as Billy takes a few hops the stretches his arms in preparation.

The air is sizzling with excitement and anxiety. An all consuming scent of rubber and sweat and deodorant washes through the halls and the cluster of boys get ready to face off against another team.

Billy has been allowed back on the team after a short suspension. It’s not that the coach has such a soft heart or that he feels in any way sorry for Billy. Really if this was any other situation, Billy is sure he wouldn’t be allowed back on. Thing is, Billy is their best player and everyone’s well aware of that. 

Neil always says things are only worth something if you’re the best at them. Anything else doesn’t matter. Billy vividly remembers one time in 3rd grade when he won second place in a track and field competition. It was just for run really but the 3 best runners got a little trophy. Billy was so proud of himself. So full of confidence and joy to take home this small little plastic trophy. Neil scoffed at him, threw it right in the trash. Second places don’t mean shit, Billy.

Work harder, Billy.

Stop disappointing me, Billy.

He shakes his head trying to rid himself of the memories. Repressed childhood trauma is not something his mind should be lingering on right now. He needs to get his fucking head in the game.

The boys all huddle together in the center of the room as Coach Bell enters, clapping his hands together to get their attention. Billy takes his headphones off and stores the walkman in his locker. 

His eyes sweep around the room, wandering from one teammate to the next. He should be feeling some kind of connection to these boys, they’re his team. His mates. Though this isn’t a coming of age movie is it ? This is real life and sometimes in real life you have to face the facts that you don’t give a shit about your teammates and that high school basketball isn’t the epic bonding experience the movies like to make people believe it is.

He lets his eyes wander towards Coach Bell, a tall burly man with a receding hairline always hidden beneath a baseball cap and a bushy mustache. He loves to portrait the fatherly mentor type. The down-with-the-kids, BBQ-on-a-sunday kinda guy. What he really is though, is an asshole who likes to project his own teenage dreams and failures onto the team.

It doesn’t matter though, not to Billy. Bell was a good coach and Billy was a good player and that’s all that matters. 

The next 10 minutes consist of encouraging words and awkward group huddles and some kind of stupid chant to get them all hyped up for the game. Billy can slowly feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. This is his game, everyone else is just playing along.

The crowd is bustling with excitement as the team enters the court. They’re all clad in greens and oranges, faces painted, waving tiny flags and holding up signs. It places a smirk on Billy’s lips. To have people cheer for him, it feels euphoric. 

His eyes scan the people, and although he knows he’s not gonna find the face he’s looking for, his heart still holds onto that teeny tiny spark of hope that one day he might. He’s mentioned the game a few times during dinner, has purposely left a flyer on the kitchen table and one pinned to the fridge.

Neil isn’t there though. He never is. He probably never will be. This isn’t worth his time, Billy isn’t worth his time. Basketball just ain’t no Baseball. 

Billy has to bite his lip, trying to keep himself from getting riled up over something he can’t change. This really is no place to get lost in his anger towards Neil.

As he takes another sweep across the crowd his eyes land on a pair of familiar ones and his heart takes a leap in his chest. Suddenly all the resentment that has been cursing through him just second before, is gone and replaced by unfiltered pride and confidence.

She’s giving him one of her radiant smiles, one that just demands for you to smile back. So he does. (Y/N) points down at her shirt and only then does Billy notice she’s wearing his team colors. A team that’s technically the rival of her own school team.

He likes knowing where her loyalty lies.

The timer on the board is counting down mercilessly as the tigers get the ball, moving towards the goal. 

Matt Carraway has the ball, passes it to Tim Johnson who passes it to this new guy named Chris but he’s not gonna make this shot, everyone can see that much. 

Billy’s free and Billy is the best player and when he meets Chris’ eyes, a silent understanding is reached. Chris passes the ball. It feels heavy in Billy’s hands, whatever moves he makes next determines if they win or lose this game.

All eyes are on him now, he is awfully aware of that. The weight of this game rests on his shoulders as the clock is counting down. 

He pushes himself off of the shiny gym floor, trying to channel all his anger and frustration into this jump, this throw. His mind flickers back towards something Dr. K has said, something that they have told the kids at the center. “ Take the bad and make something good out of it “.

Take the rage and channel it into energy. Score these fucking points.

The ball leaves his hands and he knows it in. There’s no doubt in his mind when the crowd goes silent, so silent you can hear a needle drop, that just a second later they will be cheering, they will be jumping off their seat and clapping up a storm and it will be for him. 

The ball falls through the basket and hits the floor just as the buzzer sounds and just like Billy’s predicted, the crowd goes wild. 

A certain sense of disbelieve mixes with his pride, this is just fucking high school basketball. But then again, it gives him a feeling of pride, of doing something right. Even if it’s not baseball. Fuck you, Neil.

Billy is vaguely aware of his teammates clapping his back and pulling him into euphoria fueled halfway hugs. Though his eyes firmly search for one person and one person only. When he finds her, he raises his arms above his head and lets out a cheer himself. Who cares if his dad is here, as long as she’s sitting on the bleachers in his team colors, smiling that smile that makes him weak in the knees.

It’s then, when their eyes connect and the world around him seems to melt into the background, that a pair of arms wrap around his neck and a pair of lips collide with his. It’s not the lips he wants to kiss though. These lips don’t taste like cherry coke and too much sugar. 

Billy pushes the girl away and she looks at him with confusion written all over her face. She’s one of the cheerleaders. A petite girl with gorgeous ginger curls and big brown eyes. Billy before (Y/N) would’ve loved this. Winning the game and getting smooches from a beautiful girl. 

Lately that’s not what he wants though, he doesn’t want to kiss other girls, just (Y/N). exclusively (Y/N).

“ What ? Billy did I do — “ the girl questions but Billy isn’t listening. It’s like her voice vanishes in the euphoria of the crowd, creating a chaotic melody.

What she has to say, doesn’t matter. What does matter, Billy thinks as his eyes wander back over towards the bleachers, is that (Y/N) knows the truth. Thought where just a moment ago a pair of eyes looked back at him, now there’s only a a deserted space and a knot growing in Billy’s stomach, hoping that he hasn’t just had a first class seat to ruining his — relationship ?! 

He wants to follow her, see where she’S gone and try to fix what has just been cracked by a kiss he never asked for. A kiss he never wanted. The gym is stuffed with people though, a cluster of humans he’s unable to maneuver his way through. With every second he gets more and more upset more and more frustrated. This isn’t how he wants today to end. With a sad girl and a broken heart. 

There’s eyes following his every move, admiring him. He is well aware of the attention resting on him right there and any other day he would relish in it. Not tonight though. All he wants right now is a shower and to get the fuck out of here to explain the situation to his — his girl.

A loud chatter still sounds from the inside of the gym and Billy pushes through the side entrance of the school and steps outside into the chilly nightair, hair damp from the shower. 

His hands desperately fumble around his gym bag, looking for the pack of cigarettes he’s sure he’s thrown in there sometime before the game. Though he stops when a voice speaks out to him.

“ Good game, pretty boy. “ 

She looks like an angel in the moonlight, he thinks. Ethereal. The jacket she’s wearing, the denim one, is tightly wrapped around her frame, shielding her from the cold winds of a fast approaching fall. 

That denim jacket — it’s his. One he purposely left at her place one he discovered she liked wearing it. Her place, where his toothbrush now rests in a little cup by the sink and where there’s a drawer specifically for his clothes. Her place that feels so much like a home.

“ You’re here “ he chokes out, the words feeling bitter on his lips. Of course she’s here. (Y/N) doesn’t run from problems. Doesn’t just leave when things go south. 

He feels kind of ashamed he even thought she would just leave. Not her. Never her.

“ Of course I’m here. “ 

“ (Y/N) I — “ he says, ready to grovel, to beg and plead and explain, though he doesn’t the chance. (Y/N) shakes her head and softly cuts him of by placing a loving kiss on his lips.

“ I know. I saw you push her off. I just — “ he sighs and combs a hand through her hair “ I was so angry at this girl kissing my boyfriend I just had to leave otherwise I probably would’Ve punched her and I — I really didn’t wanna do that. It’s more than enough having one fighter in this duo “ she laughs then kisses him again.

No matter how casually she slips it in, Billy notices the term boyfriend being used. He wants to ask her if she truly means it, if she’s sure that’s what she really wants. He wants to remind her than he’s been with quite a lot of girls but that he’s hardly ever been a boyfriend. Not since 6th grade and back then it was all just a childish fantasy. He wants to tell her all that, but he doesn’t. It would only complicate things right now. This is neither the time nor place to have long serious talks about their relationship and what they mean to each other. 

And maybe he wants to be a little selfish too. Enjoy the fact that she trust him even when things don’t seem to go in his favor. That she wants to be with him. That she likes him enough to call him her boyfriend. Maybe just for tonight he’ll decide to believe her words. That you don’t have to earn love, don’t have to be deserving off it. Maybe for tonight he’ll just let her love him and love her in return. No questions asked.

“ Really ? Aw man I would’ve loved to see that. I bet you have a mean right hook. That just put some real sexy images in my head “ he jokes then buries his head in the crook of her neck placing hot kisses on her skin.

“ Billy ? “ another voice calls out to him, pulling him out of his euphoric bliss. 

When he looks up, Billy is faced with yet another redhead, only this one is quite a bit smaller and way more familiar. She’s flanked by another girl who’s stuffing her face with nacho chips and looking at him and (Y/N) with curious eyes.

“ Max ? “ 

“ I just wanted to congratulate you. That was — a really good game. “ 

“ Thanks “ he says but notices her eyes keep flickering towards (Y/N).

“ Uh — this is (Y/N) “ he says, motioning towards her.

“ Oh that’s (Y/N) “. 

He hates the teasing edge in her voice and for a moment he thoroughly regrets every telling her about his girl. Though he must admit, Max had been nothing but sweet about it. Helpful and honestly interested. She genuinely cared about his date. Had been nothing but kind when Billy did nothing to deserve her kindness. 

“ (Y/N) this is Max — my sister. “ 

It’s the first time he’s ever called her this without ulterior motives, without it leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. This is his sister whether he likes it or not. Maybe it’s time to start seeing the good and ignoring the bad because none of the bad is Max’s fault in the end. 

(Y/N) shakes hands with Max, asks her a few questions, gets friendly with the two girls. Maybe this is what his future could be like, Billy thinks, a beautiful girlfriend and a sister that’s a pain in the ass but who’s also fiercely loyal and protective over her family.

Maybe this is the family he needs. Fuck Neil. Fuck mom. 

This is all he needs.

“ That sounds awesome but I think Billy wants to go party with the team. Right, Billy ? “ (Y/N) asks, shaking Billy from his daydream.

“ Huh ? “ 

“ I said I think you wanna go party with the team tonight ? Celebrate your win. “ 

Honestly, Billy didn’t give a shit about the team. Hawkins parties were usually boring as fuck and especially those thrown by Tim Johnson. Usually he went anyway, because as bad as the parties were, they were loud and he could pretty much always count on some girl being there that would at least blow him. Booze and loud music and a warm body always managed to take his mind off of the shitty situation at home. Could numb his breaking heart for a few hours.

He has a new way of coping now. One that looks at him with gorgeous eyes full of love. One that cooks him breakfast even though she’s horrible at it and gives him space in her closet. Hawkins can keep it’s parties if only he can keep his girl.

“ Nah, not really feeling it. “ 

“ Really ? Huh. What do you wanna do instead ? “

Have sex with you for the entire night in various ways on various surfaces. He thinks. But there’s two middle schoolers present and though he can be quite crude this is crossing the line, even for him.

“ I don’t know. What do you wanna do ? “ 

“ Well … “ she says, a small smirk pulling the corner of her lips upwards as her eyes move towards the two girls. 

Oh no. What has he gotten himself into.

Hundreds of sparkling lights are illuminating the fairgrounds in vibrant hues of red and greens and blue. There’s music and laughter coming from every direction and the smell of cotton candy and candied apples carries heavy through the air.

Billy used to love going to the fair. Whenever things at home were particularly bad, mom used to take him to one of the many boardwalks along the west coast to go on rides and eat their body weight in candy. 

Sometimes they would drive for hours just to check out one they hadn’t been to before. They’d ride the ferris wheel and win little trinkets at the game booths and challenge each other on the bumper cars. Billy remembers begging his mom for just one more ride on the merry-go-round, just one more. 

She always let him go at least 3 more. 

And they’d laugh and cheer and eat so much cotton candy they’d almost throw up. 

But he was happy then. So so happy. And mom was smiling. Even though, thinking back now, Billy wonders if her heart was breaking even then. If maybe she was just good at hiding it. But she was smiling and she never did that at home.

Those are some of his happiest memories and walking onto the Hawkins fairgrounds makes them all come crashing down on him like rain in a thunderstorm.

Max and El quickly disperse to somewhere else and (Y/N) grabs onto Billy’s hand shyly almost timidly. As if she’s not sure whether or not this is okay.

It is okay though. It’s more than okay and he wants her to know so he pull her closer, throws an arm across her shoulder and kisses her softly on the head.

“ Where to first ? “ 

“ Hmm … “ she wonders “...how about the merry-go-round ? “ 

Glancing down into her eyes, Billy can’t help but admire the way the lights reflect in them, like tiny multicolored stars, like fireflies dancing on a resting river. His heart does the weird flatter things again. It’s strange and unfamiliar but he’s growing to like it. He’s getting used to the fact that someone can make him feel an emotion other than fear and anger. 

He loves this girl and the girl loves him back.

“ Merry-go-round it is “ he agrees and quickly drops a kiss on her lips. He decides then, that her lips are his favorite taste.

“ Which one do you want ? “ Billy asks (Y/N) who’s tucked into his side as they approach one of the game booths. He’s purposely steered them towards the basketball game. Firstly because he’s already won a game today and secondly because he knows the ways in which this game is manipulated which in return mean he knows how to outsmart those and win after all.

(Y/N) eyes wander along the wall filled with stuffed toys one looking cheaper and uglier than the next. There’s a pink plush bunny about the size of a small dog. It has black buttons for eyes and a loopy smile stitched onto it. (Y/N) points it out to him and says “that one. He’s looks so cheap and so sad. I gotta give him a loving home. “ 

And it’s ironic really, how his girl has a heart so big she chooses the ugliest and most sad looking plushy just because she feels bad for it and thinks it deserves a loving home. 

“ Alright babe. I’ll get you that bunny, you just watch” 

Billy pays the clerk and gets handed 3 basketballs as (Y/N) jumps up on the little ledge and watches him with childlike wonder. He throws her a wink, moves the ball from one hand to the other and back, trying to get a feel for it. He knows this ball is way overinflated and probably has a hard time fitting through the hoops as it is. Not to mention the hoop is most definitely oval shaped. 

The only way to win this is a high shot straight into the hoop, if it bounces off the board it’s game over. 

Billy takes a deep breath, lines his shot, exhales and — makes it, earning him a kiss on the cheek from (Y/N) and applause from the people nearby.

“ You’re doing good, baby “ (Y/N) cheers and for a moment he feels like he’s back at the Santa Monica pier with his mom, who said those exact words when he first attempted the hoop game.

He only made the first throw but it didn’t matter, his mom was proud anyway and he got a little heart shaped keychain as a consolation prize. He gave it to mom and she had it on her key ever since. Billy wonders if she still has it. If she looks at it sometimes and thinks about him.

Shaking those thought off, he lines another shot. Makes another shot.

2 out of 3.

Another kiss and another cheer.

One last time he lines up a shot and gets it in, making the crowd cheer and earns him a bunch of kisses all over his face. 

A disgruntled looking clerk hands him the bunny and Billy hands it to (Y/N) as they walk away from the booth. This feels good, this feels like the movies always tell you it’s supposed to feel. Being young and being in love. 

She’s smiling, Billy is fairly sure she hasn’t stopped smiling all night. Her lips taste like cotton candy and funnel cake and with the air growing colder she cuddles closer to his side. 

He wants to stay in this moment forever. Content. Happy. Free. 

“ Hey, “ he says and nudges her a little before nodding towards the ferris wheel “ you wanna go up ? “ 

(Y/N) bites her lip in consideration, he can tell she’s unsure about it.

“ What ? Are you afraid of heights, baby ? “ 

“ Nooo “ 

It’s an obvious lie. He thinks it’s adorable.

“ Come on, babe. You can hold onto me real tight and I won’t even slip the guy a fiver to make us stop at the top so we can makeout. “ 

She takes another deep breath, looking up at the ferris wheel. Billy can almost see the gears turning in his head. 

“ You know, “ (Y/N) starts and cuddles further into his side “ I’ve been taking quite a few risks when it comes to you and so far I don’t regret a single one. Let’s do this. “ 

It makes his heart soar. To know that she doesn’t regret being with him. She’d have all the reason to. Everyone seems to regret him after a while. He hope she never does.

“ But promise to hold me though. “ 

“ Always, babe. Real fucking tight. “ 

Hawkins looks different from up above. Quieter. Peaceful. Almost — beautiful.

Maybe it’s the magic of this evening or the perpetual enchantment (Y/N) brings to his life but this is the first moment since he’s moved here, that Billy feels completely content. 100% at peace.

“ This is terrifying. Tell me something to keep my mind off of things “ (Y/N) mumbles and hides her face against his arm.

“ What do you want me to tell you ? “ 

“ I don’t know, let’s play 20 questions. “ 

“ What are we ? Teenagers ? “ 

“ Yeah, Billy. We literally are. “ 

It’s then, that Billy realises how far removed he feels from people his age. Tragedy and sadness and fear make you grow up faster and the make you grow bitter and despite being the center of attention, Billy never felt like he belonged when going to parties. He always felt like watching the world around him move and dance and be teenagers while he was playing his part and then went home to where misery lived and anger and pain.

This feels different. 

This feels like he’s finally living his life. Finally he gets a few moments where he can be 18 and silly and goofy and fun. With his girl in his arms.

“ Okay, I go first. If you could see any band live, who would it be ? “

“ Easy, Queen. No doubt about it. “ 

Billy shrugs “ okay answer. “ 

(Y/N) scoffs “ Okay. You don’t know what you’re talking about. They’re the best. Anyway, my turn. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you want to be ? “ 

His mind immediately wanders towards California, the beaches and the sun and the feeling of home. Thought there’s a shift in his emotions lately. Home feels closer now. Feels like it’s bound to her not to California, not to a place.

“ Right here with you “.

That earns him another kiss on the cheek. 

“ What’s your favorite thing about me ? And you can’t say my dick because that’s fucking vulgar and there’s families around “ Billy jokes, successfully getting a laugh from her.

“ I wasn’t gonna say that. “ 

“ What, is it not good ? “ 

“ It’s great just — It’s not my favorite thing, goofy. My favorite thing about you is your smile. And I know this sounds cheesy as hell but you have a great smile. It’s phenomenal. So radiant. I love your smile. “ 

I love you, he wants to say but can’t bring himself to.

“ Have you ever been in love ? “ (Y/N) asks.

Billy thinks back to California and a time when he thought he knew what love was. There was this girl, her name was Grace and she was gorgeous. She knew how to surf and how to throw back 4 tequila shots and still looks good doing it. She was funny and charming and she kept Billy on her toes. But she also didn’t get him. She got upset when he was late for dates and she didn’t show any interest in Max. She laughed at him that one time he mentioned he was able to play the piano.

She was never his girlfriend and now Billy thinks that’s a good thing because he was never in love after all. 

“ Before now ? No. “ 

“ What about now ? “ 

Billy gently cups her face and nuzzles his nose against her. Their lips are so close he can feel her skin against his, her breath mingling with his.

“ I’m in love with you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Think you should know that “.

Kissing on top of a ferris wheel feels different. Maybe it’s the stars shining above or the ocean of colorful lights sparkling below but something is different.

Or maybe it’s the fact that for the first time in his life Billy’s told a girl that he loves her and she says it back.

“ I am 100% sure I’m in love with you, pretty boy. “ 

Whatever it is, it feels magical.

The gravel crunches underneath their boots as (Y/N) and Billy make their way towards her car, the bunny is tucked under her arm and he hand is holding onto Billy’s as he’s chewing away on the candied apple she so desperately wanted and then had been unable to finish.

“ Hey, pretty boy ? Thank you for tonight. I got to feel like a real teenager for the first time in a long time. I got to see my boyfriend win a basketball game, get jealous over a stupid cheerleader kissing him, spend time at a fair. It just — it was wonderful. Thank you. “ 

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t know how to. So he pulls her closer and kisses her head and he hopes she knows that he feels the same.

There’s a big crowd of men in their path, yelling and howling and scuffling around and it makes (Y/N) terribly uneasy. 

“ Think we should take another way around them ? “ 

“ That’s the only way to get to your car, babe. Don’t worry I bet it’s just some stupid high school kids. Maybe some drunk truckers.  It’ll be fine. “ 

But things aren’t fine, are they. There’s a sinking feeling in Billy’s gut. Like something is about to happen and destroy the magic of tonight.

They get halfway past the group as their huddle opens and one of the men falls against one of the booths right in from of Billy and (Y/N), as the crowd roars up in a sickening chant of mock and laughter before they wander off.

The man’s face is severely damaged. There’s a cut above his eye, his nose is swollen and there’s blood coming from his mouth. They really did a number on him.

Billy is about to walk on as (Y/N) pulls him back, rooted firmly in place. 

“ Babe, whu— “ 

“ Billy, “ (Y/N) chokes out, voice timid and scared “ that’s my dad. “ 

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Spring Fever (6)

@adrinetteapril 2019 story

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |

AO3 / fanfiction.net

Chapter 6. Secrets

In which Adrien gets to grips

Once again Adrien was asked to wait, this time in Marinette’s room, as his hostess returned downstairs for the ice pack and the promised macarons. The pull appeared as soon as the trap door closed behind her, pressing him firmly to the floor and demanding he moved from place to place, undoubtedly following Marinette’s path around her apartment. He was lucky the kitchen was directly below her room or things would get really difficult for him.

He looked around. The cat in him wondered, how many secrets were waiting for a curious kitty to be uncovered. The chest under the window caught his eye. He was tempted to snoop around. After all he was alone in here for the first time. Well, almost alone. And he had one very pressing secret to learn.

‘Talk to me, Plagg,’ he whispered.

Plagg peeked from under his shirt inspecting their surroundings with surprising scrutiny. ‘I’m not really sure it’s relevant,’ he finally said.

‘Are you kidding me right now!?’ Adrien hissed. ‘“Not relevant”, he says. When I literally can’t stand up from the floor. What if there’s an akuma attack?’

Something between amusement and mischief flashed in Plagg’s eyes, before he settled on the boy’s knee.

‘I’m not sure you want to know, kid. It’s a bit…’

‘What?’

‘Embarrassing?’ the sprite offered.

Adrien sent him an disbelieving look. ‘You mean more embarrassing than what I have already gone through?’

‘Weeeeell…’

‘Spill.’

‘Fine. But you asked for it,’ the little cat waved a warning paw at him. ‘You've caught spring fever.’

‘Like an allergy?’ Adrien scrunched his nose. As far as he knew he was only allergic to feathers, never to pollen or grass. But maybe one could develop those later?

Plagg just rolled his eyes. ‘No, like a magical infection.’

Uh-oh. Adrien didn’t like the sound of that. ‘And what does it do?’

‘It makes you find a… mate.’

‘A mate?’ Adrien repeated flatly.

‘Soulmate. Loved one. Whatever,’ the little cat shrugged.

‘Plagg, don't be ridiculous. You know I love Ladybug.’

‘Eeeeeeee… really now?’ the sprite arched his brow.

As if Adrien hadn’t given him enough reasons to believe it. ‘You know I do.’

The kwami rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. ‘No. You know you were in love with Ladybug, but how do you feel about her now?’

The boy considered this. The place that Ladybug occupied in his heart was now filled with spring blossoms, earthy soil, pearly laughter and the buttery scent of the bakery. What once was a Ladybug-shaped space, was now all Marinette. He’d been trying to put a finger on it for the better part of the last two hours, but somehow it slipped his mind as soon as he grasped the edge. Up until Plagg spelled it out for him. And yet it still didn’t feel wrong. There was nothing worrying about it. His heart was an oasis of calm, confident in it’s choice to redecorate and replace the Ladybug shrine with a new one.

‘H-how? Why?’ he stuttered.

‘Sometimes the miraculous gets stuck like that,’ the black sprite shrugged again. ‘It tries to push you to find a mate, because humans apparently work better when properly motivated and pampered. And who’s better at that than a loved one?’

Adrien blinked. So the miraculous magic was responsible. He could believe it. He’d seen what it was capable of many, many times. But it didn’t mean he liked to be on the receiving end.

‘And Ladybug?’ He asked weakly. ‘Is she affected in any way?’

‘She powers up to balance you. It makes her stronger, faster, more perceptive, not to mention her scent draws-’

But Adrien was no longer listening. ‘This can’t be happening,’ he groaned. ‘I don’t mind loving Marinette. She’s a wonderful girl, but I can’t be tied to her forever! I guess I can get used to the flashes of fever when she looks at me or touches me, but I need to get home sometimes! I need to fight the occasional akuma!’ He tugged at his hair. ‘I can’t take her with me and ask her to just keep her eyes closed just because I have a secret!’

Plagg cleared his throat.

The boy turned to him. ‘You know a way, right? There is a cure?’

The familiar shit-eating grin crawled onto the kwami’s face. ‘As it happens, yes, there is one. Otherwise spring fever would automatically entail getting rid of a perfectly good holder. And they don’t come by easily, let me tell you.’

‘Then what?’ Adrien interrupted, knowing perfectly well Plagg could rant about anything until the next day and some. ‘What is it?’

‘Oh, you’re gonna love it, kid!’ the little cat curled his whiskers in excitement.

‘Something tells me I very much won’t,’ the boy muttered under his breath.

‘In order to cure the spring fever,’ Plagg recited, ‘you need to unite with the object of your affection.’

There was a sound between a whimper and a choke and Adrien realized it came from him.

His kwami actually had the audacity to cackle. ‘Hold your horses, boy,’ the sprite snickered. ‘A simple kiss will do.’

‘A kiss?’ Adrien didn’t know if he should feel relieved or mortified. ‘I need to k-kiss Marinette?

‘Technically she needs to kiss you. Voluntarily.’

The boy froze, still in shock, while his imagination ran wild and unattended. The ideas it brought back… The gentleman in him tried to reign the galloping thoughts, but it was as effective as herding cats. He wanted to kiss Marinette. Very, very much. He wanted to cuddle, snuggle, nuzzle and smooch. He wanted to belong to her, and her only. And he wanted to call her his. Was this him, or the fever talking? Suddenly the heat struck again, enveloping his body in a thin layer of sweat. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

‘Oh, come on kid. This isn’t so bad,’ Plagg reasoned, unaware of the boy’s internal struggle. ‘If there’s anyone who would agree to do this, it would be her. Good luck, lover boy!’

‘What do you mean “good luck”?!’ Adrien finally found his voice.

But Plagg already zipped away into hiding. A second later the love of his life appeared at the trap door, balancing a tray with sweets, an ice pack and a jug of orange juice in her hands. Her lips stretched in a beamy smile.

Her gorgeous lips, pink like magnolia petals and probably as soft and dewy.

Adrien gulped. Yup. He was so, so screwed.

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get to know your author asks! i cant say "all of them" so instead have 5,6,7,10,15,18, :D

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Superman from Superman Returns (y’know, Brandon Routh). Inkie demanded fix-it fic and I was suddenly seized by OT3 feels because love triangles are booooriiiing, so I did the thing. It’s not finished yet because I belted out a chapter in between Dishonored stuff, but it’s on the list for this summer. I’m not huge on superheroes — I watch the movies, but I’ve read precious few comics — and Superman on his *own* is not a character I know a lot about. I find him more accessible when he’s got the Justice League with him, or at least Bats. So to want to write him based on *that* movie, and with Lois and Richard, was a surprise.

But I’m all about giving the people what they want ;)))

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

Disclaimer: generally, once a chapter is posted, that qualifies as too late, even if the plot strand the thing is connected to is still up in the air, or if it has little to no bearing on the main plot.

I don’t usually get the urge to go back and change things, because if I haven’t thought of something by the time I post, chances are my brain isn’t gonna find it then; but like I know that descriptions of settings aren’t my strong suit. So perhaps one thing would be what we talked about a couple days ago, with Corvo not even taking a look around when he enters Daud’s office for the first time in ISTBW. Like, that’s emblematic of how I work with sets, and I do want to get better at that.

Other than that, sometimes a detail jumps out at me while reading back old chapters where I realise I missed an opportunity for characterisation or connecting two plot points for maximum suffering; but since I’m also still writing while posting, I can always work that into future chapters. I wouldn’t go back in to change it in a finished chapter.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I used to not mention it or talk to people about it who weren’t in fandom. These days, I tell EVERYONE. Like, my mum knows all about the carnage in the comment section, my co-workers ask how plot’s coming when we’re at lunch, if I’m making small talk and they ask what sorts of hobbies I have, I’ll talk about it. To clarify: I’m talking about fanfic writing here. I’ve always happily talked to people about my original writing projects and my blog and shit; but I left out the fanfic. Don’t do that anymore. They’re gonna know I make Corvo and Daud smooch.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I definitely need background noise. For Dishonored, I have a dedicated playlist with songs for each chapter; and when I draft or edit, I either let that cycle through or put one specific track on a loop. It has to be music I’m familiar with, otherwise it won’t fade into the background, but non-distracting music is perfect.

I live alone, so I rarely write around people — only if I’m travelling and writing on the train, really. And then I put music on, so I don’t really notice :D

15) why did you start writing?

I became a writer because I started as a reader. I grew up in a house filled with books, as bourgeois and cliché as that sounds, and my parents also bequeathed me their love of movies and TV. So every day I would engage with loads of different stories, and then I would go and make up my own, even if I didn’t always write them down. I started about putting everything online when I was still in school. Blogging first, then some original fiction, and then fanfic.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Ursula K. Le Guin taught me how to be concise, but expressive. How to do more with fewer words. Jane Austen has taught me the wonders of free indirect speech.

If we’re talking fanfiction, then I learn most in terms of smut writing. If we’re talking Corvo and Daud specifically, then ‘of what you’ve done’ by Aescela and taywen was a huge nudge to get writing this pairing in general and definitely also informed how I write Daud and Corvo’s intimacy; using less explicit language than I usually do in smut for other genres/worlds/pairings.

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why k/urotsukki is bad, without hating on the actual ship

i feel like this shit is long overdue, as the fandom seems to have not noticed what’s wrong with the portrayal of krtsk and frankly im sick and tired of seeing the same terrible thing in tags. so, without bashing the characters or the actual idea of the pairing itself, i’m about to list the issues of the godawful fanon kurotsukki and why it needs to stop like immediately. i mean there’s been three seasons ffs, with actual interactions between the characters. there’s no excuses now for how terrible it is. 

so krtsk has pretty much existed from the get-go. like, since that single interaction in s1 where kuroo says something to tsukishima, tsukishima is disinterested and seems annoyed kuroo would even speak to him, and kuroo brushes it off like nothing while still smirking about it. this became the entire portrayal of krtsk. maybe understandable at the time since there was nothing else to go off of in terms of how these characters would interact for people who only watched the anime, but… that portrayal literally has never changed, despite things like 3rd gym and tsukishima’s development. and that has made it pretty much the worst pairing in this entire fuckin fandom. 

another example of simplifying characters to their most prominent trait was tsukkiyama, a lot of people used to argue it was abusive when there was only s1. when s2 aired people actually understood no, it’s a pretty balanced relationship, and the shitty portrayal of tsukishima being abusive and yamaguchi trailing after him like some lost puppy died out. for some reason this has never happened for kurotsukki even though it should’ve by now, and this has led to a really odd fanon that is sometimes so ooc i can’t even believe people have gotten it from canon. 

so ok, when you see this, is this a good healthy relationship or is it a shitty one?:

shitty? cause thats the right answer! it’s not great huh. does it seem familiar at all? no? because this is the way i tend to see kurotsukki mostly portrayed: tsukishima forced into an awkward, usually sexual, situation whilst kuroo is using his ~totally suave sex god skillz~ to coerce him into stuff - even if he does explicitly state no, he doesn’t want it, and no, he doesn’t even actually like you kuroo! but it’s cute right? because tsukishima is just an adorable salty tsundere, and he’s being so mean to poor kuroo when all he’s doing is trying to win tsukishima’s love!!! we should feel sorry for this fanon kuroo even though he’s forcing somebody two/three years younger than him into sex!! 

as if this wasn’t shitty enough, kurotsukki is inherently oversexualised by fans. the majority of the ao3 krtsk tag is rated explicit, as in it’s straight up porn. this is…. kind of gross, considering tsukishima was 15 until recently in the manga. anyone into yoi will know there was a lot of discourse regarding ota/yuri, which has the exact same age gap, and that shit wasn’t even portrayed sexually by fans - it was a lot more innocent smooching, and people still had a huge problem with it. somehow this pairing went under the radar and continues too, with that there dynamic i demonstrated being the basis for a lot of it - tsukishima all ‘ugh i don’t actually want this and i look uncomfortable throughout, baka kuroo!!!’ and kuroo just smirking like a douche. it gets creepier when you consider a lot of the fans producing this content are either adults (like 20, though this is from personal observation) or those ‘yaoi !!!! xDDDD’ fangirls. but hey, have a series with two hot dudes who interact and they’ll want them to bang and it’s all cool right?

my point is pretty much like…. if you’re going to ship kurotsukki, can you at least not ship it Like That. the fanon of it is literally so repulsive to me and many others that it’s sickening to see ANY content of it, and this dynamic is dated anyway. if you’re now upset because ‘that’s the way it is though!!!!’ you need to reevaluate dude. anyway if you read this shit, congrats, and have fun shipping 

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Working Title: Honeymoon (7/?)

Rating: G

Pairing: Sans/Grillby

Summary: Some fluff about Sans and Grillby’s honeymoon.  It takes place in this series.

Part Summary: There’s some resolution of the drama from the previous part.  There are bad jokes + cuddling.

>>First Part<<

Grillby sat down on the edge of the bed.  

"ok," Sans said, after a few minutes.  "how nervous we talking?  you don't usually pick me up and haul me around when i'm sleeping."

"I...overreacted, I think."

"you've got a lotta experience guessing what drunks are planning," Sans said.  He sat up, groaning, like the effort to move was too much. "all right, babe.  what's up?"  

"There's a stain on the ceiling."  

"look, trying to distract me with the best joke i've ever heard isn't going to work."  He shuffled over and put his head on Grillby's shoulder.

Grillby looked at him.  

Sans winked.  "so, what went down?"  

"...that chip you dropped."

"oh, thanks."  Sans leaned over the bed and grabbed the potato chisp. It finished its long journey to his mouth, with some added dust for seasoning.  "lemme see.  what's left?  what's the right thing to ask, here?  c'mon, pal, give me a little direction."  

"I may have...lost control," he admitted.

"uh. with those humans?"  Grillby saw the lights in his eyes flick to the left, worried, but he couldn't hear it in his voice.  "oh well.  they're, uh...okay, right?" 

"I don't know."  

"ok. ok, let's see.  i'll go check.  then, uh, if things are bad, we'll figure it out."  

"...what?" Grillby didn't think he had done anything bad enough that it would have to be "figured out."  He wasn't sure how upset they would be with him.

"did it take me long to get up?  maybe we should skip it and just get outta here."  

"......what?"  What did Sans think he had done?  "They're alive."

"ok.  great.  but you think the cops'll still be on you?  how much hp damage are we talkin' here."

"......none?"   The one man had maybe fallen on his butt hard enough to lose a hit point, but he doubted it.  

"oh." Sans paused.  "like, you just spooked 'em?"  

"Yes?   Where were you planning on taking us?"  

"what?   i was just kidding."  

"...were we hiding in the desert...until the police gave up?"  Grillby was briefly amused.  It was almost sweet how ready Sans seemed to be to run from the cops with him.  

"ok, let's quit joking around a sec and you can tell me what actually happened." 

"...quit..."

"yeah, i know.  me, saying that?  we gotta pause to let that sink in before you go ahead and just get it over with and tell me.  ok.  good.  time's up."  

Grillby sighed.  Sans was actually worried about him.  "No one's dead." He explained what happened.  

"eh, they were being jerks, and you didn't hurt anyone, so it doesn't sound like a big deal."  

".........it is."  

"you do that whole intimidate thing to drunks all the time.  it's pretty funny."  

Grillby didn't say anything.  

"if i repeat 'it's not a big deal' over and over, will it start working?"

He shook his head.  

"maybe i should try somethin else."  He was leaning against Grillby's arm.  He closed his eyes.  "ok.  why's it a big deal?"

"It's not."  

Grillby thought he could hear the sound of teeth grinding.  After a minute, Sans said, "ok."  

It wasn't.  It just felt like it was a big deal.  

"oh well."  Sans bumped his face against Grillby's cheek.  He made a fake smooching noise.  "it'll work itself out."  

Sans started to move away, to lay back down, but Grillby grabbed his arm. Sans looked at his hand, curious.  

"......wait."

"k."

"I'm fine.  I just...acted without thinking."  

"yeah."

"I don't like to lose control."  He shrugged. "...that's...obvious."

"i'm shocked, here.  but, uh. i mean.  no one got hurt, right?"

He nodded.  

"i mean, you, uh, 'lost control' and no one took a hp hit, so that's pretty good.  unless you're planning on just giving up and not caring about anything, i think that's the best you can do."  

"...right."

"and, hey, someone was putting their weird flesh hands on the frail, kinda sickly guy you married, right?  that's gonna knock anyone out of whack.  i'd be sitting on the sulking side of the bed, too, if that happened to me."  

"...I'm not..."  He had to laugh, a little.  "...you are...delicate."  

"yup. had to pay some price for all these good looks, though.  it's like how it's tough to get in a state of mind where you've got your highest defense without taking a hit to attack."  

"...your health is poor...because you are so handsome?"

"you got it."  He was staring up at him, wide eye-socketed and innocent.  

"......that explains so much."

"right?"  He winked.  "and then i went and met a guy even hotter than i am."

Grillby considered disagreeing with him and calling that impossible.  Sans was a very good looking skeleton, after all.  He couldn't deny that he was infinitely more hot, however.  "...true.  We should be models."  

"yeah. i can be like one of those guys on poles they keep in science labs, and you can stand right at the center of a solar system diorama."

"...Sans, but that sounds like...a job."  

"shoot. you're right.  scratch that."  He was laughing.  "thanks, grillbz.  you saved me again."  

"I guess I want to do that."  This wasn't really the "sulking side" on the bed, was it?  He had a side he usually slept on, wherever they were, so when he sat up to think, he ended up in the same spot.  Was he supposed to climb over Sans for some variety?  

"that's nice and all, but what i really need saving from right now is being stuck sleeping by myself on my honeymoon."  

If Grillby turned him down, Sans would pout and make jokes to cover that he was hurt, and then he would go to sleep in a bad mood.  Grillby was still uneasy about what he had done, and how he had done it before he even really thought about it, but that uneasiness wasn't going to disappear in a few hours. 

He would work it out, but trying to do that immediately was just another thoughtless, dangerous action.  He was trying to avoid those.

Grillby shifted away from Sans and put his hands on his shoulders.  He pushed, gently, showing he wanted him to lay down without actually having to talk or shove him enough to actually move him.  

Sans fell back.  "augh.  that's it.  glass bones sans is done for, now.  tell my bro...he's pretty cool..."  He put his arm over his eyes.  "put my dust in the salt shakers at grillby's."

"...now I can inherit...your fortune?"  

"i shoulda known.  this was the plan from the start."  

"Yes." Grillby took his shoes off and climbed onto the bed.  "...all your..."  It took him a minute to think about what Sans owned that he valued.  "...socks.  And...your trombone?"  His joke shirts?  He had kept the same mostly empty bag of chisps in their fridge for so many months now, maybe it was an artifact Sans cherished.  Grillby knelt over him on the bed, knees on either side of Sans' legs.  "...they're mine."  

"aw, man.  they were always, yours, grillbz.  i didn't know you wanted 'em.  what's mine is yours, right?  it's been a few months since i ran the socks through the laundry, so you'd better get on that."

"What was that?  ...through the...garbage disposal?"

"grillbz, i hate to be the guy to tell you this, but it's pretty obvious you don't have ears sometimes."  

"What was that?"  He tipped his head.  "You want me to ignore what you're saying and kiss you?  That would be...rude."

"oh, good.  guess you can hear me."  He uncovered his eyes, and he was looking directly at Grillby.  The lights in the black circles of his sockets pierced straight through the space between them.  Sans was wide awake.  "it's okay if you want to be a little rude with me.  i'll put up with it."  

Grillby leaned down.  He remembered the first time he had kissed Sans, and how oddly solid he had felt.  Grillby had dated monsters who weren't fire elementals, before that, but Sans had been so different than them, too. Now, the way he felt was comforting and familiar.  Had there really been a point when he thought kissing him was strange?  

"uh, you're ok, right?"  Sans asked, quiet.  

"Hm.  I'm fine."

"i mean, maybe i changed the subject before it was a good idea."  

Grillby settled down on the bed next to him.  "I don't like how I reacted.  But no one was hurt."  

"yeah."

"You missed one of the humans falling on his butt."

"oh, man, no.  i did?  heh.  and i thought that place was a complete bust after they didn't have one a those bulls to ride on."

"...the look on his face...was priceless."  

"that's what i get for nodding off, i guess.  i coulda gotten it on video."

Grillby kissed Sans' cheek.  Sans tipped his head, and Grillby kissed down his vertebrae to his shoulder.  

"so it's all right," Sans pressed.  He closed his eyes.  

"No, but I don't mind being distracted."  

"well. anything to help."  He laughed.  

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