#Kenny crossed a dangerous line

[ivy-pendragon]

Who could have guessed we were going to end up crying for Anthony this season, huh?

[nanamisonholiday]

Come to check on you Pretty girl

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

TW: Smutish- no p in v ,daddykink, fingering

other dbf!nanami fic

Summary: Nanamis asked by dad!Geto to check on you ;)

“Nanami, would you mind seeing how my girl is doing?”

A nod of his head and he’s two stepping the stairs with a faint answer for Suguru-

“Sure”

He hates how eager he is, internally cringing on how he hadn’t played that off very well, but it's all thrown out the window as he approaches your door. The small journey feeling like a milennia when he swears he hears the faintest whimper come through the wooden door seperating him from you. He’s half ashamed how quick his body is to respond to the sound. Pants tightening at the image of you possibly knuckles deep-

No

You could be in danger, horribly unwell- or worse.

No

He’s being irrational- he’s an adult, he has a lifetime more experience to know what kind of sound that was. He’d be a dirty liar to say he wasn’t the tad bit excited as he creeps your door open to infact reveal you ass up with your back to the door, his eyes drawn to your lower hald as you piston your little fingers in and out of your pussy. Nanami’s breath is stolen from him

“Fuuckk- fuck fuck”

Fuck indeed

Your whimpers only grow louder, more desperate than ever to catch the much needed release your chasing. He wants to help you out so badly. The decency in him freezing him in place as he watches you unravel on your bed.

“Nngh- ahh, fuuck. Daddyyy~”

Shit

Humping the door almost seems enticing if it weren’t for the fact he’s not the only man in the house. Friends, and family downstairs right under the pair of you. He won’t risk that kind of behaviour, he’s a good man- a gentleman. You adore him and he adores you, but theres a line he can’t cross. He can’t. Everything feels blurry, his head hurts from holding back- so he opts for the next best thing.

Opening the door to let the slither of sunlight grow. Highlighting your bent and arched body- your so caught up in your bliss you haven’t even noticed the added light exposing you to the hungry man. Nanami swears he could cum at the sight, your pussy soaked as your juices drips down your fingers. A hand landing on the small of your back startles you- breath hitching when you see a familiar pair of slacks come into view.

A shiver runs down your spine- or through you, your not sure at this point, as your fingers dumbly continue rubbing your clit. The familiar deep voice making you whine out- rutting against your own hand.

“Be quiet”

Nodding you mindlessly open your legs wider- letting him remove your hand away, and whimpering as Nanami replaces the emptiness with his whole hand to cup you, long thick fingers exploring your soaked cunt. Your soft plush body reacting deliciously as he strokes your sensitive bud with his thumb. It feels like a dream

“Kenny~”

“Shhh pretty. Don’t want y’dad to hear you huh?”

You shake your head shyly- lost in all pleasure as the man plunges his fingers deep into your gummy walls. Cupping your own hands over your mouth you fight yourself to stop making noises. Because this would be deeply embarrassing- getting caught by your father as his dearest friend is knuckles deep in your pussy

The idea has your walls clenching, his eyes shutting, both your breathing going rapid as the pace quickens

“Nngh- Ken- fuck”

Fuck

“Kenny”

It’s like an angelic mantra, your voice repeating the sweet name you’ve always called him, Over, and over, and over again. His eyes fluttering under his eyelids as he feels you on his fingers

Kenny

Kenny

Kenny

Tap

“Kenny?”

Tap

Tap

Huh?

His eyes open and he’s standing at the doorway- eyes hazy as he orientates himself. You’re standing at the door a shy, but concerned look on your face as you go to grab his wrist.

“You okay Kenny?”

He never moved

He never went in

He never felt you

It really was a dream

He should be thankful he supposes. That he hadn't lost his cool and overstepped a line he couldn't return from. But he'd be lying to say if he wasn't even a bit disappointed.

The tug on his wrist and the worry crease of your prettily shaped brows bring him back to reality. His hand instinctively moving, to cup your cheek. Both hearts swelling at the contact- especially his when you happily lean your face further into his touch

“You’re scaring me a bit Kenny”

He smiles at you- you are such a sweetheart

“Came to check on you pretty girl”

All the blood rushes through your body as your shift your thighs together. The slick inbetween reminding you of why you’re alot more worried than usual at his sudden appearance at your door

“Oh, i’m okay Kenny”

He wants to smirk, embarrass you a little. But the ache between his own legs is growing with tenfold with the knowledge that you had been whining into your pillow as you finger fucked yourself. He feels lost again- dissappointment growing with every minute that he gets to stare at your post-orgasm haze, so much more dissappointed than he would like to be, at the fact his little daydream, had been infact a dream.

So he leans down, kisses your head as his hand wraps around the back of your neck bringing you close to his chest. Practically engulding you with his arm

“Good girl then, you coming down for dinner?”

You kiss his cheek, nodding as you bask in his attention. He had always been your favourite out of your fathers friends

“Mhm, tell daddy I’ll be down in 10”

And with that, you retreat back in- poorly closing the door as it’s left ajar in Nanamis face. His eyes raking over your body as you strip down and change.

He runs a hand down his stressed face, mumbling into the palm to himself

“Fuckin’hell”

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[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺: 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑼𝒀𝑨ㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ kenpachi zaraki x afab! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. the last train on a cold december night, a night out that has ended... what about fucking with a hot stranger on the bathroom of Shibuya station?

requested by: @bookandyarndragon ➡ Hi Sashi! For the mini event may I please ask for the next stationis nsfw with Kempachi and an afab reader? Thank you, Bookwyrm tw: MNDI. fucking with a stranger (kenny) semi public depravacy. masturbation. rough unprotected sex. risky behaivour; this is fiction. In real life please be extra careful. shameless cheating. creampie. wc: 1,8k masterlist

That man, sitting right across the train, looks insistently at your legs. You do the same, but his chest is what catches your attention the most.

He is big. Too big. He looks ferocious. Wild, too.

It’s late; the empty seats show it. A drunk salary man sleeps a few seats from you. There are barely two or three more people in there, scattered on the different coaches. Probably the last ride of the day before the stations shut off for some hours until next morning. You are a little dizzy, the night for you should have ended way earlier that it really did. And drinking with your colleagues is not something you were searching for, but you did anyways.

From Akihabara, to Shibuya. That’s the plan. You always take the Yamanote Line. This time, you were pleading to finally hear “the next station is Shibuya” like never before; your heels were killing you. You were tired as hell.

But then, the man… the man that doesn’t look away.

Did I mention he was big? And he also, with that overflowing testosterone, looks absolutely attractive. Long, spiky hair. Sharp edged jaw line. Deliciously manly.

It’s been, perhaps, more than what you could remember since you succumbed to a man that is not your boyfriend. Is it the alcohol in your veins, or maybe your deepest desires what is making you uncross and cross back your legs in the most sexy -yet fiercely- way you’ve ever done.

Your panties give him a little sneak peek of red -or maybe purple- lace. He smirks, crossing his leg, with arms spread to the sides and his head thrown slightly back. His prominent pecs show better on that black t-shirt, the scar crossing his eye shows to be reaching until under his jawline.

You act innocently sensual; an inviting dichotomy, playful and dangerous. Being alone at night, on an almost empty train, alluring a stranger to do something unexpected… depraved…

Oh, how exciting.

You give swift looks at him; he hasn’t stopped watching you. And now, as the train approaches Harajuku, the path  turns a little bumpy. And with it, your breasts, bounce enough to hypnotize him.

A semi see through shirt covers up your upper part, the choice of not wearing a bra today had come up to be a great idea. It is cold, December nights are most likely to be freezing these days. Your nipples hard, erected, grazing against soft silk, protrude deliciously for that stranger to enjoy on his ride home.

You grab your phone when you effectively check he is into the mesmerizing bounce of your breasts; the reflection on the screen shows his protruding bulge, on dark green pants that were not that tight up until now.

His big, enormous hand, that had been resting on his lap, slides down and hangs right before his crotch and in between his spread legs. He is not touching himself; he is just temptingly letting the bumpy motions of the train move his fingers to graze his trousers.

Oh, how inviting… do you want me to touch you, sir? Or maybe, just maybe… kneel right in between those legs for those hands to bury my head against your dick? Do you want to use me like your personal fuck toy, Mr. Stranger?

You bite the inner side of your mouth to the idea. Wondering about the taste. Wondering about the size and width of his sex. Your legs, slowly, open to the point your skirt does nothing to cover your panties once again; the semi see through black nylons are sheer enough to get wet with your neediness… and him, beguiled, seems to be getting annoyed from your games, because that man wants to play his turn this time.

That last drunk man that probably passed two stations already, finally wakes up. He looks at both of you, absent in spirit, only walking out of sheer inertia towards the opening doors.

Now, that stranger and you are finally alone.

And your gazes cross, in the dance of concupiscence and domination that he clearly wins. He lets his right leg, that had been resting on his left one, fall to the side. Wide spread legs, his crotch show the huge hardness you’ve been willing to taste.

No words needed, his hand on his sex allows you -orders you- to do the same. Slowly and deeply sensual, contrasting with the viciousness of his touching, you open your legs enough to let him see the full picture he’s been imagining.

Tracing little circles over your panties, you give him a silent spectacle. And you do, taunting him, knowing that as long as none of you move from their seats, this will only remain in the memories you will succumb on lonely nights.

Shibuya station is approaching, and you know you will have to get off the train to walk home… but will you be able to make it?

“The next station is Shibuya”

That woman’s voice breaks the sexual ambience, and by now the green trousers of that man have already been stained with prominent amounts of precum.

You smirk, playfully closing your legs again and standing up. Nodding as if you were wishing goodnight to him, you walk up to the doors next to your sit.

“Heh” he hums, as if he was happy to know you are descending the train.

You giggle as you walk outside, thinking of the audacious things you just have done…

“I’m such a whore…” “Yes, you are…”

A sudden hand covers your mouth; the grasp is violent and dominant. The presence that accompanies it, huge. It takes your breath away, as if some kind of invisible pressure fell upon your body.

“I’ve been told people in Tokyo weren’t disrespectful, but I can see you in fact are… do you think it’s ok to start something and leave it unfinished?” a raspy voice whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

The circle mirror right next to the railing reflects what you were suspecting; this man wouldn’t leave without getting what you tease him to give…

It is either push him away or let him take it. Little to nothing, is what it takes you to decide… the way his huge frame feels against your back, the way his hand on your mouth muzzles you… a defenceless victim; a victim, really, of lust.

You turn your head to the side, where you can see him better. Your narrowed eyes show nothing but sexual intention. His hand, slides down immediately after. Even a man like him gets amazed by the way you express your desires.

“I have a fiancé waiting for me at home. I have to walk home before it gets too late … however, I might get lost at Shibuya station and take a little longer to arrive home…”

Your words of consent cause in that man something unstoppable; his eyes desperately scan the station for something covered enough to leave your legs trembling.

The green buzzing light on a トイレ  sign catches his attention, making the perfect hideaway.

“Come’ere” he grunts, snatching your arm and pulling you towards a bathroom.

Your legs do what they can to keep up the pace, allowing you to follow him inside. He doesn’t even care for getting into a stall, you are suddenly turned around and pushed against the sinks.

The mirror in front of you shows the imagery of a face tinted in lust, and your mascara to be a little bled off under your eyes.

Your skirt, the one he wished to lift, ends up like a belt around your waist. Your semi see through stockings, ripped by his own hands. Your panties, drenched, moved to the side.

“Suck my finger” he commands, burying index, middle and ring finger into your mouth. Deep, almost making you gag, you coat them with saliva. It was completely unnecessary; you were dripping wet anyway. But it gave that brute of a stranger, hot and needy, time to let his zipper down and his erection out.

You cough, and immediately after, those three fingers slide violently inside of you. They slip so easily, making him to smirk pleased.

“I’m glad I don’t need to prep you; you will take me like a good whore”

You swallow; you can’t see the size, but you most definitely can feel it resting warm and throbbing on the small of your back. You can also feel the way he pumps a few times, coating his shaft with your fluids coated hand.

He lifts your right leg, enough for it to rest on the dirty sink counter and your body to be tilted to the side. Did he do that for better access, or perhaps for deeper? Both… you will need it.

The strong hand of that stranger grips from your ankle, leaving probably the imprints of his fingernails in your skin. His dick, hard to the point of exploding, slides in mercilessly.

Your whine reverberates against the cold tiles of that isolated bathroom, your eyes turn white as the tip feels enough to create a bulge on your lower belly. Your insides feel like squeezed one against the other; his intrusion feels enormous compared to what you have tried before.

“You like it, little whore?” he asks, using now his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair to keep your face up, to maybe enjoy your pleased façade on the mirror.

His right hand leaves your ankle to make a few buttons of your shirt to pop and your chest to freely bounce with the thrusts.

“I … I do, don’t stop” you plead, as if he were to.

“Heh. You are insatiable… aren’t you?” he growls, giving you harder and stronger back shots. Hitting against the front walls of your sex enough to make you shiver and lose control of your own juices.

Coated erection that gets ready to impregnate whether he likes it or not, whether you want it or don’t.

And right before your climax arrives and your walls get painted by his warm release, you look yourself in the mirror for once… “Look at you, about to burst, getting fucked by a total stranger on a random night…”

The next thing you do is walk home, acting as if nothing happened but trying hard not to drip cum from your cunt…

[kyokutsu-sama]

Crossing the line

"You're the one who started it all, don't forget that"| kenpachi x reader Tw: smut (It's kenpachi so you already know what it's about) I have a lot of things on my mind about this man and I need to write them. I hope you like this one

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"Okay, I think it's all here. Do you need anything else sir?"- You asked

"No, you can go Y/n and by the way I'm sorry if you come here so late"- Byakuya said while putting away the papers that were on the table

"No problem, it’s fine. Have a good night captain"- you said goodbye and left the office

"Where did you say she went?"- The eleventh division captain changed his expression after hearing his third seat

"Y/n is in the sixth division, she had to go there and deliver some of the papers you asked me to handle"- Ikkaku kept a trembling voice after noticing that his captain didn't seem very happy

"And why didn't you go there instead of her when you were the one who had this task?"

"Because... Because I... because Yumichika and I have been training until now and besides, she also told us not to worry about it because she would take care of it herself. Captain, could you explain to me why you always get like that when does she approach sixth division captain?"

"First of all, shut your irresponsible mouth and secondly, I already warned you and the others to take care of that noble idiot's business. Keep Y/n away from him, you hear?"- Kenpachi got up from his chair and went towards the exit

Ikkaku shuddered when the captain slammed the door shut so hard it that made everyone hear. He knew a storm was coming, but it wasn't just for him.

As soon as you set foot in the eleventh division, you saw him with his arms crossed in front of the barracks door. You could guess that he already knew where you had gone, you sighed and continued walking towards him. You tried to walk past him as calmly as you could, but he grabbed your arm making you stop immediately. He was silent for a while and it was during that moment that you realized the tension was building and you could barely breathe.

"Where did you go?"- he asked in a slightly gruff voice.

"I went to take care of some business"

"With the captain of the sixth division?"

"Yeah, why? Are you jealous because I visited your rival?"- you curved your lips in a smile and looked at him while his eyes seemed to burn

He kept looking at you and you pulled your arm of his grip and made your way right after. He turned around and lifted you to his shoulder as he walked towards his bedroom.

"Hey put me down you..."

"You what?- he entered the room and put you on the floor in a brutal way

You looked at him with a teasing expression, your breathing was already starting to get a little panting. The air now felt much more tense than before.

"When are you going to stop acting like that? Are you really willing to compete with that idiot until the end of your days?"

"I don't waste my time with opponents like him unless those opponents take what's mine"

"Really ? I don't remember you owning me so..."

He slammed the bedroom door and approached you causing you to close your eyes for a moment after his huge body was almost covering you. You could already tell his spiritual pressure was starting to get out of control.

He said as he placed his strong hands on your thighs lifting you and pushing your body against the bedroom window. You prayed that no one would pass by outside or they would probably see a lot of things they didn't want. His lips started down from your ear to your neck, causing some shivers all over your body. Defying him like that was a dangerous game.

"Kenny... We're not going to do this in front of the window, are we?"- you said as he kissed all over your neck

"Yeah you're right, we should be doing this in Kuchiki's office, it would have more emotion"- he said laughing against your lips

"He would kill us if he caught us"

"Tch ! If he tries anything, you can be sure I'd cut him in half without hesitation"

"Wow, that sounds kinda romantic and sadistic at the same time" - you laughed

His hands rushed to take your clothes off as he kissed you abruptly and bitting your lips, you could have sworn you would pass out right there due to the way his lips took your breath away. You removed his kimono which slipped off his broad shoulders and fell to the floor. You ran your hands over the bare skin of his skin leaving some red lines. The distance between you two at that moment was almost zero, both bodies were so close and needing each other, your hand went up to grabbed his long black hair while the other held his strong and muscular arm.

You let out little moans when he left dark marks on your skin, he held your body with just one arm while the other hand was sliding through your completely soaked folds. His fingers went in and out of you making you arch your back, your nails dug into the flesh of his bicep as you felt his fingers go deeper and deeper.

"Tell me who makes you like this"- he whispered in your ear

"It's you... Ken-pachi"- you groaned

You felt your legs shake and your eyes roll as his fingers continued to penetrate you, your insides tightening around his fingers more and more until you came on them. He withdrew his fingers and licked them to taste you, you looked up at him with your breathless and flushed face. He brought his hand to the waistband of the hakama and lowered it freeing his large cock. You shuddered as it touched the inside of your thigh and then your throbbing and dripping slit.

He held it and placed it inside of you without hiding the smirk after seeing the way you lean your head against the window glass and moaning his name as his hands gripped the flesh of your thighs. He didn't hold back from the moment he entered you, you hugged his body close to yours so you could feel even more the heat that his skin gave off.

He was being merciless with you for stepping into "enemy territory", however you were loving having him that way even though you were still a little afraid that someone could see you because of the big window behind you. He just wanted everyone to know that you were his and that he was the one making you feel that way. He withdrew from you and when you felt your feet on the floor for a moment, he turned your back to him and entered you again making you lean your head while one of his hands held your hips and the other arm was around your neck.

You grabbed his arm trying to release the grip a little so you could breathe as you held yourself against the glass with your other hand, the way his body was hitting you from behind fast and hard, made you roll your eyes and open your mouth to begging for more. You couldn't deny that it was making you feel so good that you could barely describe how you were feeling at that moment.

"Let them know...let all of know who's fucking you like that. Let them know this is the dick you're begging for"- he said pushing even harder

You didn't repress any of your moans, everything you felt was being heard by him and probably by the entire division. His arm let go of your neck and pulled your hair causing you to tilt your head against his chest so that he could bend over you and kiss your lips. His hands went down your body and groped your whole body since your hips to your breasts while you felt your legs tremble and your vision was slightly blurred, his fingers slid to your sensitive bud making you feel shivers.

His touch, the heat, the room filled with moans and the sound of bodies hitting each other as he was kissing you rough, all of this was making you closer and closer to come. He kept going even deeper feeling your insides tighten around him more and more, he couldn't deny that it was driving him crazy too.

"Kenny...ahh I'm so close"-you moaned

"Come, come on my cock now"

His voice sounded so deep and full of desire at that moment, you barely resisted and ended up coming, squirting down his length. His arms held your body against the window preventing you from falling due to exhaustion, yet he was still thrusting into you.

"Kenpachi... p-please, that's too much"

"You're the one who started it all, don't forget that" - he placed a hand on the glass beside your head as he slowed down the thrusts. You could already feel the warm liquid of him filling you up until it were dripping out of your folds.

He stopped the movements but continued behind you holding your body, you were exhausted, he really pushed you to the limit. Your legs were shaking so much that if it weren't for his arms holding you, you would have fallen sooner.

"I need to lay down... my legs are shaking"- you said making him laugh

"At least now you can't go too far"- he said picking you up and putting you on the bed lying down next to you

"So you were doing it on purpose so I wouldn't visit your stupid rival?"

"I warned you that I would punish you if you went there"

You couldn't help but smile, he hugged you close to his chest and you looked at him a little surprised by the sudden movement after you were almost suffocating against him.

"Kenny, I'm running out of air" - you squirmed in his arms

"Stop fidgeting and complaining then”- he said, releasing his grip a little.

You sighed and closed your eyes to try to fall asleep, arguing with him was a losing game.

[azikarue]

Life in Color : Index

A collection for MayBlade 2023.

Like last year, this is mostly for personal reference or anybody who might want all the 'Life in Color' chapters wrapped up neatly in one post. This time around, I'm including each chapter's characters/ship, ratings, summary, beginning lines, and links (both tumblr and FFN).

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Day 1: The Past

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Characters: Saint Shields Rating: K Summary: In preparation for their Mission, the Saint Shields have each been assigned a member of the Bladebreakers to target. Mariam's doesn't come without consequence.

How it Starts: “Thinkin’ about Blondie?”

Mariam groaned, inwardly cursing her luck, and whipped around to glare at Dunga.

Something about him rubbed her the wrong way, and it wasn’t the smug tone in his voice when he’d asked about Max Tate just now. No, she’d pegged him for a pain in the neck from the first time the Saint Shields team had gathered. It had been almost a year now, and he’d yet to prove her wrong.

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Day 2: School

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Characters: Tyson/Hilary Rating: K+ Summary: Tyson helps Hilary decorate Miss Kincaid's classroom and realizes they've come a long way since eighth grade.

How it Starts: “I know you’re going with a spring theme, Hilary, but isn’t the canopy of cherry blossoms a bit much?”

Tyson realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn’t need to hear Hilary’s annoyed sigh or to see that he’d asked right as they crossed the halfway point of their time-consuming task. No, he’d known Hilary long enough to know he messed up without any physical evidence to prove it.

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Day 3: Pets

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Characters: Rick/Mariah Rating: M (for language) Summary: Mariah brings a cat in off the street. Rick tells her, in no uncertain terms, how he feels about it.

How it Starts: “No. Absolutely the fuck not.”

“Don’t be so heartless, Rick!” Mariah exclaimed. She had the nerve to sound affronted. Like it was downright blasphemy for Rick to refuse some critter she found in the gutter entry to his apartment. Her face screwed up into a glare that, somehow, came across as half pout, too. “It’s pouring down rain!”

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Day 4: Sci-Fi

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Characters: Kenny and Tyson Rating: K Summary: Tyson tries his best to dodge Kenny's movie invitation.

How it Starts: Tyson was trying not to let what he knew about Kenny’s taste in pop culture sway his decision. It wasn’t easy when the list included Ming-Ming and any piece of media with a talking robot or more than one species of alien.

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Day 5: Crane

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Characters: Claude Rating: K+ Summary: Claude makes it through his first World Championship Tournament with plenty of regrets and even more paper cranes.

How it Starts: Claude started it for something to do. Injured on purpose and forced to play it up for the foreseeable future, he needed something to focus on to keep his mind from racing down dangerous, self-destructive avenues – ones lined with guilt and regret.

He’d been feeling the pull on and off since they beat the Majestics. The desire to peel back the curtain and examine how he truly felt about the direction Barthez was leading the team.

The paper cranes helped.

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Day 6: Restrain

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Characters: Ray/Salima Rating: T Summary: Salima suffers the after-effects of dark memories and too much caffeine. Luckily, Ray is there to wake her.

How it Starts: Salima was running for her life through the jungle. Terror had hold of her insides, squeezing them tight as a vice, making every panted breath hurt like knives in her lungs. Her legs ached from running and jumping over the underbrush, but she couldn’t stop.

If she stopped, it would catch her.

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Day 7: Duty

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Characters: Hiro Rating: K Summary: Hiro has his reasons for siding with Tyson's enemies.

How it Starts: Regardless of what people might think, Hiro didn’t make the decision to join BEGA lightly.

From the outside, it looked like BEGA rose up to usurp the BBA overnight. In reality, it had been a long time coming.

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Day 8: Glitter

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Characters: Daichi/Ming-Ming Rating: K Summary: Daichi finds out there's more to Ming-Ming than glitter and frills.

How it Starts: “Atta boy, Strata Dragoon!” Daichi cried as his beyblade landed one last powerful blow.

The force of the hit sent Ming-Ming’s blade flying into the forest, where it embedded in one of the trees with a sickening crunch. A flock of birds fled in a mass of flapping wings and fallen feathers, after which the clearing was strangely quiet.

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Day 9: Ice Cream

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Characters: Max-centric, featuring Ray and the All Starz Rating: K Summary: Max's third World Championship Tournament isn't the experience he was expecting. Bumping into someone who feels the same does wonders for his outlook.

How it Starts: “Wait, what’s the Italian word for gelato, then?”

“Michael, gelato is an Italian word,” Emily groaned, looking at him like she couldn’t believe anybody could be so stupid. “What’s wrong with you?”

Eddy burst into laughter, causing several pedestrians to turn and stare. If one or two of them snapped a picture, he didn’t notice, too busy slapping Michael on the back as his teammate sputtered out a defense for himself.

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Day 10: Maid

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Characters: Rick/Mariah Rating: M (for language + canoodling) Summary: Rick and Mariah have vastly different priorities when it comes to their days off. Rick does his best to persuade Mariah to his way of thinking.

How it Starts: It was one of those spring days that made most people want to get off of their ass and do something productive.

Rick could tell as soon as he woke up to sunlight streaming into his bedroom and the curtains dancing in the breeze. It wasn’t hot enough for the city air to smell like straight garbage yet, and it was pleasantly cool for what promised to be a sunny day.

But as far as he was concerned, it was the perfect day to have zero obligations and Mariah in his bed, if she was up for it.

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Day 11: Music

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Characters: Julia and Spencer, side of Tala/Julia Rating: K+ Summary: Julia wakes up early and goes looking for Tala. Instead, she finds Spencer and learns what it means to be a part of his family.

How it Starts: There was nothing worse than waking up because you had to pee. Nothing would convince Julia otherwise as she reluctantly slipped out from under Tala’s covers to tiptoe to the bathroom.

At least she didn’t have to worry about waking him. He was a notoriously light sleeper and she knew he woke up every time she so much as rolled over at night. But, since he wasn’t in bed and it was still pitch black outside, that meant it was probably between five and six and he was out training with Bryan.

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Day 12: Fall

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Characters: Max/Mariam Rating: K Summary: Mariam saves Max from falling flat on his face before the World Championship's exhibition match, but it's not enough to stop him from falling in a different way.

How it Starts: Max would never admit that seeing a familiar flash of blue out of the corner of his eye made him do a double-take and stumble up the stairs. He would have fallen right into the seats trying to catch himself, if someone hadn’t steadied him at the last second.

“Thank you! That was close!” he laughed, righting himself. When he turned to address the person who’d saved him, his mouth went dry at the sight of her.

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Day 13: Royalty

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Characters: Daichi and Tyson Rating: K Summary: Daichi feels tossed aside when news breaks of the Bladebreakers' return. Surprisingly, Tyson is the one to talk him through it.

How it Starts: “The Bladebreakers are back! In a recent statement, the BBA announced the return of the fan-favorite team for the upcoming World Championship Tournament. Tyson Granger, Kai Hiwatari, Ray Kon, and Max Tate are considered beyblading royalty by the millions of viewers that tune into the tournament, and it’s predicted that their reunion will make this year’s Championship a record-breaking success.”

Daichi growled and crumbled up the newspaper. His name wasn’t mentioned once in the whole lousy article. Even the picture, plastered in the center of the sports section’s front page, was of the original four Bladebreakers. It looked like it was taken after their very first World Championship win.

“So much for being World Champion,” he grumbled and threw the newspaper across the room with a grunt.

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Day 14: Sorcery

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Characters: Ryu Granger, Tyson, Bladebreakers Rating: T Summary: When Ryu learns from Tyson that Max is leaving practice early for the fourth time, he knows something's up. His attempt to prove it is slightly... unconventional.

How it Starts: It put a smile on Ryu’s face to hear his grandson outside jiving with his friends. It had been too long since he’d stood in the kitchen and listened to the whole team bicker and battle and bond.

Ever since the gang had touched down in Japan, they’d been training morning, noon, and night in preparation for the upcoming World Championships. They barely even stopped for meals – Tyson and Daichi were remarkably chill about it.

That, and the fact that every single one of them were way taller than he remembered, made it feel like they were growing up right before his eyes.

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Day 15: Battle

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Characters: Tyson/Hilary (Ray/Salima and Max/Mariam implied) Rating: K+ Summary: While their friends battle it out, Hilary fights to make sure Tyson behaves.

How it Starts: “Draciel!”

At Max’s shout, Draciel rose from his beyblade to block the oncoming attack from Ray and Salima’s blades. It was a magnificent sight, swimming in the hazy summer air, but standing firm against the tandem attack. When its opponents ricocheted back, Sharkrash came out from behind Draciel, moving so fast that it was skimming along the top of the sand, to deliver another blow while they were vulnerable.

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Day 16: Bouquet

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Characters: Eddy, Michael, Emily Rating: K+ Summary: To pass the time until Steve is discharged from the hospital, Eddy and Michael debate who ordered flowers for Emily.

How it Starts: “Since when does Emily have a secret admirer?” Michael asked, eyeing the bouquet on Judy’s desk that had their teammate’s name pinned on it. He was slouched in a chair in the Director’s office, lazily tossing a baseball into the air and catching it. He looked every inch as bored as Eddy felt.

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Day 17: Hero

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Characters: Moses (Crusher) and Monica Rating: K Summary: When packing Monica's school bag, Moses finds something that brings him to tears.

How it Starts: “Monica, hurry up! You don’t want to be late.”

“I’ll be down in a minute!”

Moses smiled to himself. Hearing his sister’s voice ring strong and true through the house was something he hoped he never took for granted ever again. With one last glance up the stairs, he returned to the kitchen to finish preparing her lunch.

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Day 18: Unpopular Character

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Characters: Alan and Max Rating: T Summary: Alan hasn't seen Max in years when he comes walking into the coffee shop. Fortunately, Alan's break gives them plenty of time to catch up.

How it Starts: Alan recognized his voice as soon as he ordered. It didn’t matter that he was the whole way in the back, hanging up his apron so no customers would bug him on his break, or that it had been years since they’d spoken – he’d know Max’s voice anywhere.

Somehow, it was still a shock to round the corner behind the counter and see him standing on the other side.

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Day 19: Tree

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Characters: Tyson/Hilary Rating: K+ Summary: When a storm causes damage to an old tree in Tyson's yard, one with a particularly sentimental value, Hilary steps in to act as his support.

How it Starts: Hilary knew something was off from the moment she set foot in Tyson’s front yard. The normally uplifting atmosphere had an undercurrent of tension that made everything feel way too quiet for a sunny, spring afternoon. And, when it came to Tyson, quiet wasn’t usually a good sign.

With a deep breath, Hilary followed the path to the front door, glancing surreptitiously around on her way. Nothing was visibly amiss, and she was beginning to think that maybe her intuition was wrong for once, until she walked into the dojo and Hiro said:

“Oh, good, Hilary’s here. Maybe she can talk some sense into him.”

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Day 20: Scars

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Characters: Salima and Goki Rating: K+ Summary: Salima struggles to find solace after the cyber bitbeast incident.

How it Starts: Sometimes Salima spent her nights awake.

It was easier explaining it to Goki when they were somewhere new and exciting. Those times, he’d buy that she was thrown off by the timezone or the different constellations swimming in the sky above their heads. He’d lay awake with her on occasion, sketching the scenery and planning their travels, always tactful enough not to mention her clipped, one-word responses.

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Day 21: Rest

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Characters: Tyson, Bladebreakers Rating: K+ Summary: Tyson leans on his friends in the aftermath of his battle against Brooklyn.

How it Starts: Tyson’s legs felt like jelly as he hobbled down the hall. With every step his surroundings winked in and out of focus, sometimes changing inexplicably, like he’d blacked out for chunks of the journey. It was possible; he didn’t remember any of the car ride home. If Max and Ray hadn’t been holding him up, he probably would have pitched forward onto the ground before he even made it past the dojo’s gates.

Turns out that nothing brought out the bone-deep exhaustion in a guy like a beybattle that somehow transcended space and time, against an opponent with the power to annihilate entire cities.

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Day 22: Cover Art

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Characters: Ming-Ming Rating: T Summary: Ming-Ming's first days with BEGA aren't at all what she was expecting. Turns out, not even pro beybladers can avoid the necessary evils of show business.

How it Starts: Ming-Ming thought that everyone must feel this way in the beginning.

When your life changed so much in a short period of time, it was natural to feel some discomfort alongside the excitement. After all, stylists and photoshoots and glitz were about as far as you could get from biking half an hour to a rinky-dink restaurant job. Of course it felt like her stomach was curling in on itself. That was normal. This was all normal.

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Day 23: Glass

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Characters: Max/Mariam Rating: K+ Summary: Max and Mariam explore some tide pools and find something unexpected.

How it Starts: “There’s no one else out here, Mariam.”

Mariam tensed. Somebody else might not have noticed, but Max could see the sudden stiffness in her shoulders and the way her fingertips pressed white into her crossed arms. He’d become an expert in dissecting her every movement over the course of the tournament. It was how he was able to beat her in the semifinals and also the reason why his stomach became a sea of butterflies every time she looked his way.

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Day 24: Memories

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Characters: Zeo and Gordo Rating: T Summary: Zeo's used to Gordo's visits. What he's not used to, is living life as the sentient shadow of someone who's long gone. Or: if Gordo helped invent Zeo, it's only fitting that he help him reinvent himself, too.

How it Starts: It was a Saturday afternoon and Zeo could hear a motorcycle rumbling up his driveway.

“Just like clockwork,” he muttered to himself. He closed the book on his lap with a heavy thud and carried it to the edge of the balcony to wait.

The gates at the outskirts of the property were barely visible through the lush trees lining the drive, but he could see the metal move through the foliage as they swung shut. Only a handful of people knew the code to those gates. And only one of them had become a regular weekend visitor, even though he had to have better people to spend his time with. Real people, made out of flesh and blood instead of nuts and bolts.

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Day 25: Flame

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Characters: Ray/Salima Rating: T Summary: Ray holds Salima close by a bonfire.

How it Starts: Ray watched as Steve and Goki teamed up to launch what appeared to be half of a fallen tree into the already massive bonfire. Behind them, Michael and Eddy whooped as a spray of sparks erupted into the air when it connected, making several bladers from other teams leap back for their own safety.

Snuggled up with Salima’s legs in his lap on a low, flat rock, a safe distance from the flames, Ray couldn’t bring himself to care. He was much too distracted by the way her laughter reverberated through both of their bodies and warmed him from the inside out. Not for the first time that night, he wanted to cup her cheek, pull her in, and see how it tasted straight from her lips.

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Day 26: Pirate

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Characters: King and Queen Rating: K+ Summary: King and Queen raid their parts stash for the first time in a long time. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

How it Starts: “It’s a shame you have a moral compass now; we could be making a killing off of these parts.”

King rolled his eyes at his sister’s rueful remark. He shot a look her way, but she wasn’t paying attention, too busy running her fingers along a tray of attack rings like they were precious jewels. King recognized them at once as her personal collection of favorites from their parts-hunting days, all carefully packed in a custom case. They were one of the last things they’d placed in the storage unit before closing it up. King hadn’t thought he’d see them again so soon.

Though, he hadn’t thought a company like BEGA would come along and lock away all beyblading parts and components behind a membership, either.

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Day 27: Beyblade

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Characters: Emily, Mariah, Rick, and Michael Rating: T Summary: Emily knows that they're finished if they don't win the next battle against BEGA. She also knows that the odds of Kai coming back are dismal, which means they're going to need somebody else to master the Hard Metal System.

How it Starts: The melodic trill of crickets was more grating than relaxing tonight, Emily realized with a frown. She had too many other things fighting for purchase in her mind, making tension run icy hot from her temples down into the set of her shoulders. She took a deep breath, forced herself to loosen the hold her fingers had on the case she was carrying, and soldiered on toward the river.

The footsteps behind her sped up to match her pace.

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Day 28: Sunset

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Characters: Mariah and Lee Rating: K Summary: After running into Ray and his new team, Lee disappears. Mariah takes it upon herself to track him down.

How it Starts: “Where’s Lee? His dinner’s getting cold.”

Mariah glanced back and forth between Gary and Kevin, waiting for one of them to answer her. Gary shrugged, more concerned with finishing his own meal, and Kevin scowled. He was still pouting about Bruce ratting him out for wandering off to terrorize their competition earlier. Mariah’s grip on Lee’s plate tightened.

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Day 29: Double

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Characters: Johnny, Enrique, and Emily Rating: T Summary: Enrique challenges Johnny to a doubles tennis match which, naturally, requires him to find a partner. Emily just wanted to practice in peace.

How it Starts: “What’s the matter, Johnny? Scared you’ll lose?”

Johnny sneered. If there was one way to get his blood boiling, it was to insult his honor and claim he was afraid. Especially when your name was Enrique and you had a giggling blonde – wearing a hotel tennis uniform with her polo unbuttoned all the way – hanging off of your arm.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the way her arms tightened around one of Enrique’s, brushing her cleavage against his elbow. “You’ve never beaten me at tennis. What makes you think that’ll change now?”

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Day 30: The Future

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Characters: Max/Mariam Rating: T Summary: Sometimes the future holds things even better than you can imagine. Mariam wouldn't have guessed that hers held a fixer-upper in Japan or Max Tate.

How it Starts: “Thinkin’ about Blondie?”

The disgust was obvious in Dunga’s voice even before Mariam turned around and saw the scowl on his face. He looked grumpier than usual, which might have had something to do with the fact that he’d been conscripted to help her and Max move. Never mind that she’d been making sure he got the heaviest boxes all day, waiting to see how long it took him to notice.

Mariam smirked. “We’re married now – I can think about him all I want,” she said, drawing out her words as Dunga’s face screwed up even more.

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Day 31: Free Day

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Part 1 Characters: Max/Mariam Rating: M (for implications) Summary: Max and Mariam meet in secret. He has something pressing on his mind and wants to clear the air. Mariam has other ideas. How it Starts: “You know, Max, asking me to meet you in front of my teammates makes me think you’re missing the point of keeping this a secret.”

Part 2 Characters: Rick/Mariah Rating: M (for language and implications) Summary: Rick's not scared of heights; he's scared of a Ferris wheel that went up overnight that more than likely has a few bolts missing. Mariah helps him relax. How it Starts: Rick didn’t make a lot of decisions in life that he regretted. It was entirely on principle. Regret was a waste of perfectly good time – he preferred to shrug shit off and move on with his life instead of agonizing over every imperfection. He’d do it this time, too, if he ever got off this fucking Ferris wheel alive.

Part 3 Characters: Max/Mariam Rating: M (for implications and undressing) Summary: Max struggles to settle into the hotel room with Mariam doing everything in her power to be a distraction. How it Starts: Max didn’t know the suite had a see-through bathroom when he booked it.

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THE END

[beaticorde]

Músicas que revelam minha alma retro:

TOTO - Hold the line

Queen - Killer Queen

Peabo Bryson - If Ever You are my Arms again

Phil Collins - Don't Lose My Number

Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song

HEART - Barracuda

AC/DC - T.N.T

Blondie - Heart Of Glass

A-ha - Blue Sky

Laura Braningan - Self Control

Berlin - Take My Breath Away

Sandra - Maria Magdalena

Lionel Richie - All night Long

The cars - Drive

Peter Cetera - The next Time I Fall

Eric Clapton - Bad Love

Christopher Cross - All right

America - A horse with no name

Scorpions - No one like you

Tears For Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world

Kenny Loggins - Danger Zone

Paul Engemann - Push it to the limit

[outof10beta]

TOP 50(ish) TRACKS OF 2022

I'm back and lazier than ever! Anyway, here's 50ish of my favorite tracks of 2022.

Spotify:

Youtube:

Full List:

Honorable Mention - Kadhja Bonet - For You (Many Selves Version). Kinda missed this one last year, so I was gonna include this version but that felt like cheating lol.

50. Tokyo Tea Room - If You Love Her

49. Drake & 21 - Rich Flex

48. Magdalena Bay - Unconditional

47. Ghais Guevara - Face/Off

46. FKA Twigs & Daniel Caesar - Careless

45. Hatchie - Giving The World Away

44. Metro Boomin & Future & Chris Brown - Superhero

43. Julia Jacklin - Lydia Wears A Cross

42. Charli XCX - Every Rule

41. JID & Kenny Mason - Dance Now

40. Dawid Podsiadlo - Let You Down

39. EKKSTACY - i want to die in your arms

38. Soccer Mommy - Shotgun

37. Roc Marciano & The Alchemist - The Elephant Man's Bones

36. Ethel Cain - American Teenager

35. Beyoncé - BREAK MY SOUL

34. death's dynamic shroud - Judgement Bolt

33. Big Thief - Simulation Swarm

32. Lil Uzi Vert - Just Wanna Rock

31. Earl Sweatshirt - Old Friend

30. Fountaines D.C. - Jackie Down The Line

29. Boldy James & Nicholas Craven - Power Nap

28. Mitski - Love Me More

27. Freddie Gibbs - Dark Hearted

26. Braxe + Falcon - Step By Step

25. Lil Yachty - Poland

24. Quavo & Takeoff - HOTEL LOBBY

23. Fred Again.. - Danielle

22. Sobs - LOML

21. Pusha T & No Malice & Labrinth - Pray For You

20. KayCyy & Gesaffelstein - THE SUN

19. Hikaru Utada - Somewhere Near Marseilles

18. Denzel Curry - Walkin

17. MJ Lenderman - Tastes Just Like It Costs

16. Jean Dawson - *HUH

15. Arctic Monkeys - There'd Better Be A Mirrorball

14. Danger Mouse & Black Thought & MF DOOM - Belize

13. Taylor Swift - Lavender Haze

12. Carly Rae Jepsen - Anxious

11. Cities Aviv - EVERYTHANG WORKIN ON A NATURAL TIME

10. Sudan Archives - Home Maker

9. Joey Bada$$ - Survivors Guilt

8. Weyes Blood - God Turn Me Into a Flower

7. The Smile - Free In The Knowledge

6. Steve Lacy - Bad Habit

5. Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Part 5

4b. Billy Woods - Pollo Rico

4a. Billy Woods - Remorseless

3. Zach Bryan - Something in the Orange (Z&E's Version)

2b. Alex G - Mission

2a. Alex G - End Song

Vince Staples - WHEN SPARKS FLY

[chiwhorei]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬

paring: kenny ackerman x fem!reader

genre: apocalypse!au, smut, dark content, 18+ mdni [cross-posted to Ao3]

word count: 3k

overview: kenny *i-wouldn’t-fuck-you-if-it-was-the-end-of-the-world* ackerman; but it is and you do . . . and you’ll probably do it again. or, if you read beyond the cut and wind up in hell that is legally not my fault.

tags: dymph does sacrilege once again, post-apocalypse au, blood, violence, zombies (only mentions of gore nothing specific), somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, degradation, smoking, insertion, sloppy oral, big age gap aka kenny is a nasty old man and reader is a sweet little virgin.

a.notes: happy *fucking* easter. this is for the smut pile’s apocalypse collab so go give everyone’s pieces a read, everyone has worked so incredibly hard. this is dedicated to @pleasantanathema​, who was both my beta reader and emotional support while stringing this together. here’s to the old man fuckery, cheers.

hymn: the seven deadly virtues - camelot

But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man. -Luke 21:36

                                      * * *

Wet.

A sticky kind of wet. Clinging on like thick clay, splattered across your neck— gore and sinew wrapped in a noose. Shades of decaying reds and browns are all you see these days. 

The seeping, molding kind of wet.

The smell is suffocating, the toll of death deep in your bones. You keep moving, you have to. One foot in front of the other, fingers fretting with the cross hanging between your collarbones. Counting your Hail Mary’s distracts from the ache in your soles and the burning feeling that you’re rotting away.

It was slow at first. The end of the world, the crashing, clattering end felt like a slow decent to hell. Pieces of the modern world falling away, the promise of tomorrow, the assurance of a cure. You refused to believe the dead could walk the earth until they were stumbling straight towards you. 

All of us, you think, are rotting away.

“Pick up the pace, kid. Are you trying to end up like the rest of those fuckers?” His voice rings from a few feet in front of you. The brush under your feet is dry, leaves crunching loudly with every weary step forward. 

Kenny always likes to remind you of your naïveté, insults about your rose tinted glasses barked crudely from around a cigarette. Your youth, your optimism, your beliefs-- useless traits in his opinion. What good is God in a world like this.

“Friends. They were our friends.” Your words come out in a whimper, the tone further irritating the man ahead of you.

He stops, turning around to catch your eyes, gaze piercing through the night like a knife. All that’s left of your composure is used to keep from crashing right into his chest.

“Ain’t no more room for friends in this world, baby doll,” a long pointer finger lifts your chin, the slightest touch still bruising, “thinkin’ like that is what’s going to get ya killed.”

Rose tinted glasses, cracked and splattered with blood, fall off and are lost to a world that no longer exists. Kenny let’s up and turns, pulling you farther into the thick brush. You could swear you feel the lenses as they splinter under your shoe.

                                      * * *

Kenny is a vile man. He knows his name isn’t on a reservation list at the Pearly Gates, he’s aware that a sinner lives on borrowed time. 

Nowadays, everyone is living on borrowed time. Even you.

You, he thinks, looking back to where you stumble over a tree branch, far to good for a world like this.

He can’t help but laugh, the absolute absurdity of his current situation. Escaping death by the skin of his teeth, watching any familiar faces burning in the remnants of a camp he couldn’t really call home. People that fought to the bone, melting or devoured or both.

And then there was you, standing in front of the flames, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks, stiff in shock and horror. He remembers the way your lips moved, mumbling a quiet prayer instead of trying to run. Stupid little thing.

It’s not the earth the meek inherit; it’s the dirt.

Was it pity that made Kenny pull you away from an infernal gravesite all those months ago? He’s never the hero of any story. No, it must have been something else.

Maybe it was the way you looked up with teary eyes, silently begging for help. Unwittingly making a deal with the devil. His teeth grind at the memory, the vision of how beautiful you look so completely helpless. 

Kenny leads and you follow, he hunts and you flitch at the sound of an arrow piercing flesh. The small squeak and proceeding thumb of meat as it hits the ground never fails to make you sick. When he’s not hunting for food, he’s hunting something else.

The sounds of death are all the same.

Some days you’re lucky, coming across abandoned hideouts or deserted cars. Snagging whatever hasn’t already been picked over; some ammo, the occasional can of peaches or pack of cigarettes. Kenny laughs dryly everytime, chucking the carton into his bag. Always the cigarettes, never the lighter. Most days, not so much.

Every night, you fall asleep to the flicker of a campfire, lulled by the steady sound of Kenny’s knife as it scrapes against a piece of wood. He’s always the last asleep. The woods are a dangerous place, the possibility of monsters circle at every moment. Under the veil of night, anything could happen. And it does.

He wipes his mouth, settling back into the harsh ground below him with a pleased hum. Your whimpers have settled back into a light snore. 

Kenny is a vile man, and you’re too concerned with the lifeless villain in the shadows that you forget about the one sitting on the other side of the fire.

Three months of waking up to aching limbs and misplaced panties can’t be a coincidence, can it?

                                      * * *

“Well ain’t this something.” Kenny pulls on the door, swinging it open with a loud creek. Your neck strains to look up at dark wood and steepled roof, the tall building hidden by dense forest, you two must be the first people to step inside in months. 

“A church.” You’d find comfort within these walls if you weren’t so positive that God had abandoned this world.

Statues of the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph are empty behind their stone eyes, shadowed with an unsettling shade of red from the stained-glass windows. The moment is a time capsule, a vision of the congregation of saints bathed in blood.

A chill runs down your back, counting every vertebrae.

You push down the unsettling foreboding, focusing back on the instincts to survive instead of lingering on a religion that you can no longer make sense of.

“Hey kid, over here.” You pick up the pace, quickening footsteps away from holy symbolism and towards Kenny’s voice. You walk into the closest room off a dark hallway and find him leaning against the doorframe. The rooms are getting darker with the vanishing sun, but you make out shelves of cans and boxes, food, blankets, clothes.

“I bet they used this as a food pantry,” Your comment was probably an obvious assumption, but Kenny just hums in response, “there’s enough here to last up months.” 

Good samaritans in the first life are a saving grace is this one. Your cynicism lifts from heavy shoulders for just a moment. The lines between luck and divine intervention are fuzzy at best.

“I saw a well right outside too. Water’s probably cold as ice but it’s better than anything we’ve come across yet.” Kenny’s voice is even, but you swear he cracks a smile.

He was right, the water is cold enough to shatter your bones like ice. You shiver and chatter, teeth threatening to crack, but the feeling of being clean has you dumping bucket after bucket over your head. The grime and grit of your reality running down to seep into the grass below.

There’s no home to run to after the world ends, but water and food is more than you could imagine in recent months. Shuffling through boxes of donated clothes, you find a shirt big enough to sleep in. The fabric smells like moth-balls and dust, but the feeling of clean cotton against your skin is heavenly. 

You find Kenny in the clerical office, rummaging through the priests desk. The sun is replaced with a flight of candles, for the first time in forever, you don’t feel like death is standing right behind you.

“Would you look at that,” Kenny pulls a cigar from the desk, bringing it up to his nose for inspection, “Looks like father had his own little habit.”

Despite yourself, you laugh at his comment, rounding towards the large leather chair he’s settled into.

“Smoking kills you know.” You lean against the desk next to him. Your bare legs brush against his knee, the heat from your skin makes his mouth water.

“I think there’s more pressing concerns than tobacco, kid.”

There’s something different about tonight, even more than just the four walls and roof around you. There’s something about Kenny and the way his stare has followed you all night. You can feel a cord pulling taught, fraying in the middle before it snaps.

“Asshole.”

The plush of Kenny’s bottom lip is close enough to your cunt to be disastrous.  Friendly banter becomes laughing and swatting at his chest like a teenager. Communion wine and tension pulling you into him. The loneliness of this life becomes more apparent the closer he is to touching your skin. When did the man in front of you make your heart race so fast? 

Maybe you’ve always felt this way.

You feel it, the ghosts of last night, the night before. The ghosts of weeks or maybe even months. The familiarity of a touch you weren’t quite awake for. 

Ass arching off from where it sticks to the cherry wood, you want to feel it again. The laving of tongue and mouth against you. The devouring of your most intimate planes of skin, places no one else has ever touched before, places you were saving for your future husband.

The kiss as hot as hell.

“Awe, c’mon now,” His nose nudges against your clit, the movement pulling another cry from your throat to bounce against the high ceiling, “that’s not my name.”

“I’ve been tracing it into this precious cunt of yours every night,” each word is more unhinged than the last, no longer worried about the doe in his sights running away, “Do I need to spell it out for you again?”

There’s nowhere to run, pressed in between his canines.

Dreams of calloused fingers and a wandering mouth are now cementing as memories. The feeling of rough facial hair. The sounds of desperate moans and how they shake against you. 

The way his tongue curls like a signature. 

His mouth is flush against you again, sucking at your aching clit for only a moment before moving his attention to long lashes against your clenching hole.

“You must remember. You were moaning it so sweetly,” he nips at your puffy lips before drawing back. His chin is sheened in your arousal, slick refracting off the dimly lit space between you, flickering candles outline his features with a dance of orange shadows. Kenny’s eyes hold you captive, giving you one more chance to answer.

“What’s my name, kid?”

His tongue breaches you, a set of large, familiar hands keep your legs spread wide atop the desk. 

You remember— of course you do. You remember everything. The name stuck in your head like a broken record. The name you call for in a sleepy haze as your body is dragged into orgasm.

The name that’s spelled against you like a promise.

“K-Kenny please.”

That’s all that he needs, the only thing, if he’s being honest, that he’s ever needed.

“There’s my sweet little girl. Finally using your manners.” Two fingers come up to swipe against your pussy, stopping right before your clit and collecting slick to bring up to your eye line for inspection. You jump when the warm digits drag against your bottom lip, a silent prompt for your mouth to fall open.

Kenny sticks his fingers in, the intent to make you gag is clear but you take it. You’ll take anything he gives you. Your tongue swirls around the intrusion, running against each joint and suckling loudly. The sound is wet and lewd, the spit collecting at the corners of your mouth makes his head spin.

Your destruction, he decides, will be beautiful. 

Kenny’s fingers release with a wet pop. He runs callouses down from your cheek, over the curve of your tits and down your abdomen. Two fingers stop at your pubic bone to trace lightly against the skin in random patterns. 

“Your body is just as agreeable when you’re awake.” His words drip in sin, reminding you exactly how familiar he is with you. All of you.

Both thumbs come down to spread your lips, Kenny can’t help but take a moment-- just a beat-- to stare at your swollen, glossy clit and the quiver of your little hole. Your skin is soft, completely untouched by anyone else. He laid claim to almost every inch before you begged him to.

He sinks from the leather chair, kneeling in front of you. You’re the body and blood as far as a sinner like Kenny is concerned.

There’s a plea stuck in your throat. You want to beg him to slow down, it’s too much all at once, but you know if you cried out-- all you would do is beg him for more.

His tongue is long and flat against you, every swipe is punctuated with a growl. The rumbling from his chest is thrown against your clit like a current through cold water. Sharp, shocking, terrifying.

“Kenny, I- I want,” He sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the hood. There’s no words in any language that make sense to you. There’s nothing but his name. 

“Kenny ah, I need, I don’t know how t—”

Your dangling over a fire, trying desperately to jerk away from the lick of the flames. 

“I know, kid, I know exactly what you need.” his breath is heavy and warm in fans across your skin. You're dripping down the sides of his face and onto the cleric’s desk. Kenny is covered in you, open mouthed kisses against the sweetest thing he’s ever had in his mouth. The tangy taste of your pussy mixing with the wine still on his tongue. 

If he spent forever between your thighs, it wouldn’t be nearly long enough.

“Such a sweet little thing, you’re insatiable.” All you can do is nod dumbly, eyes glazing over with a distinct look of teary submission. It’s so new to you, but grinding upwards and catching your clit against his chin seems like second nature.

The primal need for release is much stronger than any prayer of abstinence. 

“What would your little prayer circle think if they knew you spread your legs for a dirty old fucker like me?” Kenny coos against the apex of your thighs. His words knock on the hollow space behind your breastbone.

Your family and friends, the priest from St. Mary’s who baptized you, old man Jaeger from next door— all buried or burned to ash or so much worse.

Anyone you’ve ever loved is dead, maybe that’s why Kenny is still around.

There’s nothing that can hold you back anymore, the control you claw at slips from your fingers like watery silk. There’s no escaping the roughness of his stubble and an evil, serpent tongue.

“Kenny!”

You cum with a shattering cry, the sound ringing so loud in your ears you swear any enemy of the living in a 10 mile radius could hear you. In reality, what escapes is little more than a broken snivel. 

It hurts, muscles aching from the exertion of trying to keep from falling apart. Your body is a hairpin trigger, the comedown feels more like withdrawal.

“There’s my girl, my good little girl.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, doting while you fall back to earth. It’s a strange feeling, you’ve never found comfort in Kenny before, he isn’t the shoulder you go to lean on. 

But tonight he’s the chin you buck into.

The aftershocks run across your naked skin, already missing the feeling of his touch as he settles back into the cracked leather chair. 

His cock presses into the denim confines uncomfortably, the ache can wait though. Whether this is his last night alive or has all the time in the world-- he’s going to savor the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. Kenny’s fingers find the cigar where it lies next to your knee, bringing it up to examine while you squirm at the cold night air against your wet cunt.

“No one will ever make you feel as good as I do,” both legs kick out, falling to dangle on either side of his knees in surprise as the cigar comes down to trace your outer lips. He presses the tuck inwards, pulling out slightly so you cry out. The harsh texture of the wrapper mixes with the most minimal of stimulation, causing tears to clump in your waterline. 

“Why don’t you think of a way to repay me, hmm?”

You push past the heaviness in your muscles, sitting up to meet his incredulous stare. Kenny sticks the cigar between his teeth, striking a match from the desk drawer to light the cap. The cigar is stale, cheap tobacco. But every drag now tastes like you.

“I- I could try to--” Words are left unspoken on your tongue, even now, the intonation is poison in your throat. 

You expect Kenny to laugh at your bashfulness, instead, two fingers come up to curl around the Rosary around your neck. He drags you forward, exhaling smoke into your parted, quivering lips. You try your best not to choke. 

He pulls the cigar away, ashing it carelessly on the floor.

“Use your words, kid, tell me what you want.” His words are sleazy but his voice is soft around the edges. Prompting you to shuffle onto his lap. His free hand rests in the small of your back to keep you steady.

“I want--” Fuck, your voice feels like it’ll fail, you take a moment to breathe, “I want you to fuck me, Kenny.” 

Your plea is rushed, so quick to hit his ears he almost misses it. There’s no hiding anymore, there’s nowhere else in this world but the private quarters of a long-dead clergy member. The space between you and Kenny is foggy and tense, only inches between lips.

There’s no more penance in this world, no more time to sit and atone for his sins with prayer. The soft, syrupy feeling of your cunt wrapping around his cock is a slice of heaven, cut out and stolen right from the sky. 

“I thought you’d never ask, doll face.” 

✞ all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[newcountryradio]

New country 25e jaargang  #1119 (678) van 4 april  2022  (wk 14) tussen 19.00 -22.00 op Smelne fm

Album van de week  * Hailey Whitters *Raised -  Pigasus Records / Big Loud Records 

1.    Merle Haggard—Mamma Tried

2.    Sam Hunt—Body Like A Back Road—

3.    Clay Davidson-Unconditional--1971

4.    Jeff Carson—Not On Your Love -- **26-3-2022

5.    High Valley --Somebody Tell That Girl *way back

6.    Hailey Whitters-Raised   *raised

7.    Hailey Whitters-Everything She Ain’t *raised

8.   Clay Walker-Catching Up With An Ol’Memory -60

9.    Ryan Hurd -Pass It On--59

10.  Adam Doleac—Drinkin’ It Wrong  57

11.  Overzicht # 5-2 countryairplay

12.  Cody Johnson—'Til You Can’t -- human   #1

13.  Maren Morris—Bakground Music --*humble Quest

14.  George  Strait—Carrying Your Love With Me    1997    

15.  Lonestar—Come Cryin’ To Me --    1997

16.  Kenny Chesney--She’s Got It all-

17.  The Wilder Blue—Shadows and moonlight -- favoriet    

18.  Faith Hill—Breathe-   breathe    1999

19.  Faith Hill—The Way You Love Me -breathe    1999

20.  Thomas Rhett- Death Row   *where We Started Sofi

21.  The  Tennessee Studs –Shrink—turn the heat up

22.  Robert Pant /Alison Krauss—Searching For My Love—raise the roof

23.  Joshua Hedley –Broke Again --2022

24.  Jesper Lindell –Westcoast Rain --

25.  49 Winchester - “Annabel ”

26.  Silver Lining—Your Everything--

27.   Hailey Whitters--Big Family *raised

28.   Hailey Whitters-College Town *raised

29.   Ned Ledoux – Rodeo Dreams   *Buckskin

30.  Randall King—Shot Glass--  shotglass

31.  Ernest – Flower shops – flower shops the album

32.  Morgan Wallen -  7 summers    --dangerous double album 2021

33.  Re: Reba McEntire –Because Of You --

 34.  Charles Kelly –The Driver --    Trucksong

34a. C.W. McCall- Convoy  -   zie clip hierboven ** 1-4-2022

35.  Merle Haggard /Heather Myles—No One Is Gonna Love You Better

36.  Tyller Gummersall—If I Had You To Hold--  -juweeltje

37.  Garth Brooks –Don’t Cross The River *scarecrow

38.  Sandra Vanreys -..Falling in Love With You  

39.  Angie Flare—With The Car Running

40.  Blackfields—Disappointed -

41.  George Jones --He Stopped Loving Her Today

42.  Dolly Parton - I Will Always Love You   (3in 1)

43.  Garth Brooks -If Tomorrow never Comes  *Garth brooks

44.   Hailey Whitters-Boys Back Home *raised

45.  Zephania Ohora- She’s Leaving In The Morning—this highway

46.   Willie Nelson    --Our Song  * first rose of spring

47.  Jon Wolff- A Cowgirl Like You—Dos Corazon.

48.  Kenny Rogers-- Lucille  1977  

 Adres  Bauke van der vliet Samensteller/ presentator New Country  Barten 30 8447 BS Heerenveen  

Voor verzoekjes   en  tips voor de agenda : (newcountryradio@gmail.com)

[voguingtodanzig]

THE CELESTIAL JUKEBOX, PRESENT TENSE - 250 SONGS

Again, some of this is personal and sentimental, linked to time and place and experience.

50 Cent, “Many Men (Wish Death)”

100 gecs, “800db cloud”

10,000 Maniacs, “Candy Everybody Wants”

Bryan Adams, “Everything I Do”

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass, “Spanish Flea”

America, “Sister Golden Hair”

Julie Andrews, “My ​​Favorite Things”

Animal Collective, “Brother Sport”

Aphex Twin, “Tha”

Fiona Apple, “Extraordinary Machine”

Louis Armstrong, “What a Wonderful World”

Ash, “Shining Light”

Atlantic Starr, “Always”

Atlas Sound, “Washington School”

Autechre, “Vose In”

The B-52s, “Deadbeat Club”

Bananarama, “Cruel Summer”

The Beatles, “All My Loving”

Beck, “Girl”

Belle & Sebastian, “Seymour Stein”

Benoit & Sergio, “Boy Trouble”

Beyoncé, “Countdown”

Bikini Kill, “Alien She”

Bilal, “West Side Girl”

Bjork, “It’s Oh So Quiet”

Black Dice, “Pigs”

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, “Stop”

The Black-Eyed Peas, “Imma Be”

Blast Off Country Style, “Cutie Pie”

Blondie, “Heart of Glass”

The Bloodhound Gang, “Your Only Friends Are Make-Believe”

The Box Tops, “The Letter”

Brainiac, “I Am A Cracked Machine”

Michelle Branch, “Everywhere”

Laura Branigan, “Gloria”

The Breeders, “Off You”

Danny Brown, “Gremlins”

James Brown, “Get Up I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine”

Jackson Browne, “Somebody’s Baby”

Vanessa Carlton, “A Thousand Miles”

Harry Chapin, “Cat’s in the Cradle”

Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”

The Carpenters, “Yesterday Once More”

Julian Casablancas and the Voidz, “Human Sadness”

The Chemical Brothers, “Free Yourself”

Chixdiggit!, “My Restaurant”

Cibo Matto, “Sunday, Pt. 1”

Ciara feat. Missy Elliott, “One, Two Step”

Clipse, “Dirty Money”

Jim Croce, “Operator”

Crosby, Stills, and Nash, “You Don’t Have To Cry”

Christopher Cross, “Ride Like the Wind”

Cryptacize, “Mythomania”

Crystal Castles, “Air War”

Culture Club, “Karma Chameleon”

Terrence Trent D’Arby, “Sign Your Name”

Daft Punk, “Around the World”

Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich, “Hold Tight”

Dead Kennedys, “Kill the Poor”

DeBarge, “The Rhythm of the Night”

Deerhoof, “+81”

Deerhunter, “Octet”

Depeche Mode, “Personal Jesus”

Dial, “Helium”

The Diplomats, “Dipset Anthem”

DMX, “Stop Being Greedy”

The Doobie Brothers, “Black Water”

Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg, “Nuthin’ But a G Thang”

The-Dream, “Love King”

Duran Duran, “Hungry Like The Wolf”

Bob Dylan, “Positively 4th Street”

The Eagles, “Lyin’ Eyes”

Eat Skull, “Cooking a Way to be Happy”

Elastica, “Connection”

The Everly Brothers, “All I Have to Do is Dream”

The Ben Folds Five, “The Battle of Who Could Care Less”

Eleanor Friedberger, “Stare at the Sun”

Eminem feat. Dido, “Stan”

Brian Eno, “Cindy Tells Me”

Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”

Extreme, “More Than Words”

The Fall, “Glam-Racket”

Roberta Flack, “Killing Me Softly With His Song”

Flipper, “Ha Ha Ha”

Dan Fogelberg, “Longer”

The Free Design, “The Proper Ornaments”

Fur, “Devil to the Lamb”

Garbage, “Only Happy When It Rains”

Judy Garland, “Over the Rainbow”

Kevin Gates, “Paper Chasers”

Ghostface Killah, “Shakey Dog”

Freddie Gibbs, “20 Karat Jesus”

Godspeed You! Black Emperor, “The Dead Flag Blues”

Gorillaz feat. De La Soul, “Feel Good Inc.”

Go Sailor, “I’m Still Crying”

Granddaddy, “A.M. 180”

Colleen Green, “I Want to Grow Up”

Green Day, “Basket Case”

Grimes, “REALITi”

Gucci Mane, “Break Ya Self (Brrrussia version)”

Guided By Voices, “Teenage FBI”

Harvey Danger, “Flagpole Sitta”

Helium, “XXX”

Keri Hilson, “Pretty Girl Rock”

Hole, “Malibu”

The Hollies, “All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe”

Michael Jackson, “Rock With You”

Jay-Z, “Hard Knock Life”

Henry Jacobs, “Guitar Lesson”

Jawbreaker, “Fireman”

Jeremih, “Oui”

Jewel, “Standing Still”

Jimmy Eat World, “Sweetness”

Billy Joel, “Uptown Girl”

Scott Joplin, “The Entertainer”

Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin’”

Juelz Santana, “Mixin’ up the Medicine”

R. Kelly feat. T.I. & T-Pain, “I’m a Flirt (Remix)”

Kool and the Gang, “Celebration”

Lana Del Rey, “Off to the Races”

Lagwagon, “May 16”

The Libertines, “Horror Show”

Limp Bizkit, “Re-Arranged”

Lindstrom, “Where You Go I Go Too”

Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, “Lost in Emotion”

Lit, “My Own Worst Enemy”

The Lonely Island feat. T-Pain, “I’m on a Boat”

Lotus Plaza, “What Grows?”

Lower Dens, “Candy”

Courtney Love, “I’ll Do Anything”

Love As Laughter, “Idol Worship”

M.I.A, “Bamboo Banga”

Madonna, “Hung Up”

Madlib, “Mystic Bounce”

Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, “Ramp of Death”

The Mamas and the Papas, “California Dreamin’”

John Mayer, “New Light”

Meek Mill, “Dreams and Nightmares Intro”

Men at Work, “Safety Dance”

George Michael, “Faith”

The Modern Lovers, “I’m Straight”

Modest Mouse, “Heart Cooks Brain”

The Moldy Peaches, “Nothing Came Out”

Chris Montez, “The More I See You”

Alanis Morissette, “Head Over Feet”

Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, “Lucky”

MXPX, “Party, My House, Be There”

My Bloody Valentine, “You Never Should”

Nas, “The World Is Yours”

Johnny Nash, “I Can See Clearly Now”

Neu!, “Hallogallo”

New Order, “Subculture”

New Pornographers, “The Laws Have Changed”

Wayne Newton, “Danke Schoen”

Harry Nilsson, “Jump into the Fire”

Nine Inch Nails, “Wish”

Nirvana, “About a Girl”

The Notorious B.I.G., “Warning”

Maura O’Connell, “Summerfly”

The Orb, “Little Fluffy Clouds”

Panda Bear, “Mr Noah”

Pavement, “Harness Your Hopes (BBC Evening Session)”

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, “They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)”

Liz Phair, “Shane”

Pinhead Gunpowder, “I Am An Elephant”

The Platters, “Only You (And You Alone)”

The Pointer Sisters, “Jump”

Michael Praetorius, “Es ist ein Ros entsprungen”

Elvis Presley, “A Little Less Conversation”

Primal Scream, “Keep Your Dreams”

The Prodigy, “Breathe”

Propaghandi, “Anti-Manifesto”

Brian Protheroe, “Pinball”

Psychic Graveyard, “No”

Public Enemy, “Fight The Power”

Aileen Quinn, “Tomorrow”

Radiohead, “A Wolf at the Door”

Gerry Rafferty, “Right Down the Line”

Bonnie Raitt, “Something to Talk About”

The Ramones, “Chain Saw”

Otis Redding, “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay”

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, “In Motion”

Lou Reed and Metallica, “Junior Dad”

Rihanna feat. Jay-Z, “Umbrella”

Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton, “Islands in the Stream”

The Rolling Stones, “Sympathy for the Devil”

Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram, “Somewhere Out There”

Rosemary Krust, “Private Amber”

Diana Ross, “Theme From Mahogany”

Roxy Music, “More Than This”

A Savage, “Eyeballs”

The Shangri-Las, “Leader of the Pack”

Shanice, “I Love Your Smile”

Ed Sheeran, “Thinking Out Loud”

Sightings, “Yellow”

The Silver Jews, “Blue Arrangements”

Alan Silvestri, “The Back to the Future theme”

Paul Simon, “Kodachrome”

Ashlee Simpson, “Pieces of Me”

Slade, “Cum On Feel the Noize”

The Smashing Pumpkins, “Here’s to the Atom Bomb (New Wave version)”

The Soft Pink Truth, “Do They Owe Us A Living?”

Sonic Youth, “Jams Run Free”

Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown, “No Air”

Spoon, “The Mystery Zone”

Starving Weirdos, “Land Lines”

Stereolab, “Plastic Mile”

The Strokes, “12:51”

Swell Maps, “Let’s Build A Car”

Taylor Swift, “Style”

Stylophonic, “R U Experienced”

Jazmine Sullivan, “Mascara”

Suicidal Tendencies, “Institutionalized”

Taco, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”

James Taylor, “You’ve Got a Friend”

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy”

Throwing Muses, “Not Too Soon”

TLC, “Baby-Baby-Baby”

Tortoise, “Djed”

The Toys, “A Lover’s Concerto”

John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, “Summer Nights”

A Tribe Called Quest, “Can I Kick It?”

UB40, “Red Red Wine”

Joe Walsh, “Life’s Been Good”

Scott Weiland, “Paralysis”

Steely Dan, “Do It Again”

Stiff Little Fingers, “Suspect Device”

Stylophonic, “RU Experienced?”

T.I., “What You Know”

Mary Timony, “Blood Tree”

that dog., “I’m Gonna See You”

The Tymes, “So Much In Love”

Ultimate Painting, “Out in the Cold”

The Unicorns, “Child Star”

The Velvet Underground, “The Gift”

Waka Flocka Flame, “Hard in da Paint”

Ween, “Even If You Don’t”

Weezer, “Endless Bummer”

Kanye West, “Devil in a New Dress (G.O.O.D. Fridays version)”

WHAM!, “Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go)”

White Hassle, “Oh, What a Feeling”

Matthew Wilder, “Break My Stride”

Bill Withers, “Lean on Me”

Wolf Eyes, “Human Animal”

Stevie Wonder, “My Cherie Amour”

Wye Oak, “Siamese”

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Maps”

Yo La Tengo, “My Heart’s Reflection”

Zaimph, “Removing Bits of History”

The Zombies, “Time of the Season”

[professorchaos]

Cartman for your latest ask meme

Why I like them

he's probably the funniest character in the show. it really would not be the same without him in the slightest. his character also points out a lot of societal problems and makes some interesting points regarding bigotry in america and the ways it manifests itself. from a more personal standpoint... i think that his situation unfortunately rings true for a lot of children and even makes a strong statement about how bigotry festers and perseveres. he reminds me of kids i grew up with, and people i know, and even, in some aspects, of the uglier parts of myself. which is exactly what he's meant to do, and that's really cool!

Why I don’t

sometimes (fairly often, actually) i think that he is written in a way which comes across as immature, and because of that immaturity in the writing he can become far too sympathetic to the casual, genuinely bigoted viewer. there is a serious danger zone where he crosses over from "constructive commentary" into "vessel for genuine bigotry" and, unfortunately, a lot of people simply do not have the reading comprehension, outside knowledge or critical thinking skills to view him through the unbiased and extremely metatextual lens through which he should most healthily be viewed. i've had huge arguments unfold, on this blog, in my inbox, where people from two very extreme sides of "south park discourse" have attacked me for the exact same statements about eric, for entirely opposite reasons! people simultaneously criticising me, with extreme passion and violence, for being too sympathetic to him and not sympathetic enough. all i was doing at the time was presenting factual evidence from within the text. i think that divisiveness is a huge flaw in the writing, though i appreciate that it is often the entire point of it... it can come across as spineless. i think matt and trey could stand to have a little more conviction.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

1%, super fun time, casa bonita, the death of eric cartman, awesome-o

Favorite season/movie

pretty much anything from the early seasons (he was so so cute!) and a lot from around season 15-17 too (where his dynamic with kyle was the funniest imo)

Favorite line

ugh that's so hard but what always sticks out to me is his little song "i hate you guys" from jakovosaurs (stupid ep imo though) and also when he used to say "i love you guys"... LOL... also like any time he does a weird voice when he's trying to sound cool.

Favorite outfit

his wizard outfit without a doubt

OTP

none <3

Brotp

main 5 dynamics - especially with butters and kenny - and shelly marsh (:

Head Canon

i think that he would like warrior cats. like he would call it stupid but he has all the books and knows all the lore. only butters and kenny know about this.

Unpopular opinion

i do not think that he is irredeemable! but i also do not think that you can analyse him or talk about him sympathetically without seriously acknowledging the harm he has done both to other characters within the text and to people in the real world at large. it doesn't have to be a chore, nor does it have to be the majority of your engagement, but it is extremely important (and also really interesting and fun!)

A wish

in general, i think that sp needs to take much stronger stances against bigotry in the modern world, and eric needs to be a part of that, whether it's through making even him disgusted by certain things, making him have changes of heart, or portraying his bigoted views as even more outlandishly stupid and unsympathetic than they are.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

i guess the inverse to the above - just... make sp better. not worse. it has the power to be both hilarious and a tool for, if not good, at least the better side of neutrality.

5 words to best describe them

eric cartman therapy speedrun now

My nickname for them

eric <3

[starlightswitch]

Symptoms

(for Writer’s Month day 6 prompt amnesia. Sorta inspired by Script Medic’s concussion story; I hope the amnesia was realistic!)

He’d thought the most terrifying moment of his life was when the chair tipped over backwards.

When Ty beat out Kenny after five minutes as the last two standing, and Kenny dropped his controller and flung himself at the recliner where Ty was sitting, and the recliner rocked back, teetered, and then crashed to the floor, Logan learned what it meant to feel like your heart was in your throat.

But less than a second after Kenny yelled, “Oh shit!” and leaped off him, Ty was saying, “What the hell,” the same way he always said it where “hell” sounded almost like “hale”– maybe a little bit more like “hale” than usual– and crawling to his feet and trying to help stand the chair back up. It almost tipped over the other way, and everyone laughed, and Logan swallowed and took a couple of deep breaths to try and get his pounding heart to slow down before someone heard it.

Ty played the next match and then stepped out when one of the other guys started nagging for a turn. As he moved to a chair not in line with the TV, he rubbed a hand over his face, covering one eye. “I think that did something to my head. Do you remember if we have Advil in the kitchen, Rogan? –Roman? –Logan?”

“What?” said Logan, his heart speeding up again.

“I think I confused you with Rob. Or like, not you, but your name.” Ty gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh.” Logan was going to say yes to the original question, but then changed his mind. “You– Wait, hang on.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure if you should take Advil. Hang on.” He reached into his pocket for his phone and unlocked it. More thankful than ever to have a paramedic on call, he rattled off a text to his brother. If someone fell and then they’re talking weird and have a headache and got my name wrong, that’s bad, right?

“What?” Ty said again.

“Hang on,” said Logan, staring at his phone screen and hoping Jake was working somewhat normal hours and wouldn’t be asleep.

The answer came. Sounds like a concussion.

What do I do about that?

Get it checked to make sure it’s not bleeding. Who?

Logan looked up. “Are you bleeding?”

“No,” said Ty. When Logan impatiently started to walk around him to check, he grunted and turned his head. His blonde hair showed no sign of blood. It’s not bleeding, Logan texted his brother.

Internally, doofus. The person literally needs to get their head examined. And you didn’t say who. Is it anyone I care about?

Just someone at school. “All right, bro,” he said to Ty, shoving his phone in his pocket. “I just talked to Jake and we need to get you to the hospital.”

“The hospital? I’m fine, I’ll just take some Advil. Is there Advil in the kitchen?”

Logan sucked air between his teeth. He hadn’t answered the question, but Ty hadn’t said that like he was repeating a question he hadn’t gotten an answer to. He’d said it like he’d just now thought to ask. “You could be bleeding inside your brain. We need to get it checked. Let’s go.”

No one else seemed to notice as the two of them crossed in front of the TV and headed out of the house. Logan thought for a second about getting someone else to go with them, but if he had to argue with them too it would waste time. And no one else had heard Ty practically repeating himself. He wondered as they walked the two blocks to his car if he should get an ambulance instead, if Ty’s head should be held still on the drive, but if that was important Jake would probably have said so, and he didn’t want to wait for an ambulance either.

The hospital was close, but of course they hit that stupid intersection where every direction got its own long light just as their light turned red. Ty was rubbing his head again. “Ugh, my head is not great. Do you have any Advil?”

Logan closed his eyes. Jake hadn’t answered that part. Had he even asked? “At this point let’s just wait until we get to the hospital. If you need something better than Advil, they can give it to you.” And if he needed something safer than Advil, they could give it to him. And if it wasn’t safe to give him Advil, they could tell him that.

“We’re going to the hospital?”

Logan’s stomach twisted. “Yeah. You hit your head and you’re acting weird and not remembering things like you hit your head or you already asked me about Advil.”

“Oh.” There was a note of dread in Ty’s voice for the first time.

“My brother who’s a paramedic–” Ty should know that, but if he wasn’t remembering things…  “–said you needed to go to the hospital. So I’m taking you.”

As the light turned green, Ty said in a soft voice, “Thanks for thinking about me.”

Logan knew he couldn’t say the first thing he thought. Then he thought again and decided if he was ever going to say anything, then now, with Ty possibly in danger and seemingly not going to remember what he said, was probably the best time to do it.

He braked for the light to turn into the hospital, flicked the turn signal on, and not looking at Ty he said, “I think about you more than you know.”

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

I'm sorry to hear you've had a bad day. I hope this makes you feel a bit better 💜

Part 20 of Jimercury Kid series

‘I’m going to die.’ Freddie whined dramatically from the sofa, arching his back as Jim walked through the door with a tray of tea and biscuits, carefully setting it on the coffee table in front of the singer. ‘I’m not sure how much more of this pain I can take, darling.’

‘I know, love.’ Jim replied softly, placing another pillow under Freddie’s head. ‘But that’s what happens when you decide to do acrobatics on stage when there are wires lying around.’

‘It was entirely Roger’s fault.’ Freddie huffed. ‘He could have warned me that his drumkit was a danger zone.’

Jim chuckled and kissed his husband’s forehead. ‘The doctor said you’ll be right as rain in a few weeks, so long as you get plenty of rest and keep up the physio.’

The Persian grumbled, ‘I hate rest.’ Then he looked up at Jim with an accusatory glare. ‘And I can’t believe you’re abandoning me to galivant off and cut people’s hair! The audacity.’

Freddie hadn’t been all that pleased when Jim announced that he had accepted a weekend job at the barber shop down the road. The Irishman had befriended the owner, Carl Pritchard, in a bar a few months ago and while he had declined the offer of a full-time job (he still had the garden to think about and Khaleel to look after when Freddie was at the studio,) he was more than happy to lend Carl a hand every Saturday, when the shop was at its busiest.

Khaleel hadn’t been too happy about it either; he was used to Jim being around 24/7 and the sudden change of routine caused him a great amount of stress. Jim was almost late on his first day of the job because his son had cried and refused to let go of his leg. But eventually, the boy begrudgingly accepted it and Jim was able to pacify his separation anxiety with the promise of bringing home a treat when he was finished at work.

‘You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.’ Jim teased, dodging as Freddie attempted to swat his backside. ‘You think I’m going to fall head over heels for Carl’s dashing good looks and run off into the sunset with him.’

Freddie pouted like a child and crossed his arms. ‘So, you do think he’s good looking.’

Jim chuckled and dropped a kiss into his husband’s dark head of hair. ‘I’m old enough to be his dad, sweetheart. Besides, he’s really not my type.’

‘I wasn’t your type either and you still went for me.’

‘Well, how could I possibly resist? Have you seenyour arse?’

He roared with laughter as Freddie attempted to swat him again, but this time the singer grabbed his hand and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

‘Do you love me?’ he whispered once they had parted, brown eyes staring into Jim’s own almost fearfully. They had been together for almost ten years now, and yet he still needed that reassurance.

‘To the moon and back.’ Jim replied, leaning down for a much deeper kiss. He could have stayed like that all day, but a quick glance at his watch told him that he was already pushing it for time.

‘I’ll be back about six.’ He placed one final kiss against Freddie’s forehead before heading to the hallway to grab his coat. ‘I’ve left the shop’s number by the phone in case there’s an emergency. Try not to have too much fun without me.’

‘Very funny.’ Freddie sniggered as Jim blew him a kiss and turned the keys in the door. ‘Have a good day, darling. Don’t snip any ears off.’

The last thing he heard was Jim shouting goodbye to Khaleel up the stairs – which was quickly followed with a cheerful, ‘bye Daddy!’ – before the door was pulled shut. Freddie sighed and stretched his sore back, wishing he could at least hobble over to the piano and belt out a few show tunes to take his mind off the pain. He hated being alone; Phoebe was in town with friends and Khaleel had been colouring upstairs for most of the afternoon. He knew that colouring was one of the ways his bijou coped with Jim’s absence, so he didn’t want to disturb him.

Well, since he was bedbound (or in this case, sofa bound) he might as well catch forty winks. After finishing his tea and munching on a biscuit, he plumped up his pillows, propped his feet up on the armrest and did his best to ignore the constant throbbing in his lower back as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Freddie was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing in the hallway, and he groggily rose from the sofa to go and answer it.

‘It’s Bernie, Bernie Morris.’ Said the voice on the other end of the line. ‘I know you usually have your physio on Sundays, but my 2 o’clock just cancelled and I don’t have any other appointments today. Would you like to take the slot?’

‘Oh darling, that would be wonderful.’ Freddie sighed in relief, rubbing his back as he spoke. ‘It’s really acting up today. I could use your magic hands.’

Bernie chucked jovially. ‘Alright then, see you in twenty.’

Bernard Morris was a tall, broad, cheerful man, recommended to Freddie by Doctor Atkinson after he had his accident. The vocalist had been apprehensive at first, thinking he could simply deal with the pain on his own; but he eventually relented when it became unbearable and had agreed to six weeks’ worth of sessions, so long as he could do it in the comfort of his own home. So far, Bernie’s methods had proved remarkably effective; Freddie’s back still hurt like hell, but he always felt slightly more relieved once he had been stretched and bent over a few times by a handsome looking man.

‘Thank you so much for this, darling.’ Said Freddie, as Bernie laid the exercise mat out on the floor and shifted the coffee table over to give them more space. ‘I was doing well for a couple of days but last night it started hurting like a bastard. I made the mistake of lifting Khaleel up too quickly during playtime.’

‘It’s no bother at all.’ Replied Bernie. ‘How’s the family? I still have yet to meet your little man.’

‘He’s very shy, our Kenny.’ Freddie chuckled fondly. ‘He’s been a bit clingy lately because of this new job Jim has taken up. He’s not used to him being away and he’s finding it hard to understand.’

‘Poor thing.’ Said Bernie sympathetically. ‘My little girl was the same when I started working full-time. But they get used to it eventually. Now,’ he cracked his knuckles, ‘shall we get started?’

‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’ Freddie said with a laugh and carefully laid himself down on the mat.

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Khaleel let out a soft yawn as he finally finished colouring in Goliath’s bright yellow eyes and carefully added the picture to the pile of cat drawings he had been working on all afternoon. He didn’t like it when Daddy went to work; he was used to Baba being away, even though he missed him, but Daddy was always there and suddenly not having him around all day made Khaleel confused and scared.

His tummy began to rumble, so he hopped off his bed and carefully climbed down the staircases to tell his Baba that he would like a snack. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a strange noise coming from the lounge. The door was open a crack, so Khaleel peeped through curiously.

Baba was lying on the floor and a strange man was sitting on top of him, pulling on his leg. Baba was moaning in pain, his arm flying up to cover his eyes as the strange man continued to push on his leg until his knee reached his chest, before stopping and doing the same with the other one. Baba started to cry a little, and the man said something, though Khaleel couldn’t hear what it was. The boy felt his tiny heart racing. There was a strange man in the house, and he was hurting his Baba. Daddy and Uncle Phoebe weren’t here to protect them. He wanted to run into the lounge and jump on the horrible man, but his feet were frozen to the floor, unable to move.

Then he remembered the phone. Daddy and Baba had taught him how to use it, though he was only supposed to use it in emergencies, and he was never to call 999 unless he really needed to. Daddy had left his work number beside the telephone in the hall, so Khaleel quickly hurried to it and stood up on his tiptoes to grab the handset. He stared hard at the numbers on the little piece of paper and slowly began pressing the buttons. (1/2)

Jim had to admit that it felt good cutting hair again.

Pritchard & Sons was nothing like the Savoy; it was small and intimate, with a far more welcoming atmosphere and friendly regulars who were always happy to make conversation. He instantly felt at home in the place and found himself actually looking forward to working on a Saturday; despite his full-time commitment to the garden, he had been longing for a change of scenery as of late, and this job offer was exactly what he needed.

He was busy brushing away the stray hairs from the shop floor when the telephone at the front desk began to ring. Carl was nowhere to be seen and his two co-workers, Simon and Neil, were busy with clients, so he set his broom against the wall and crossed over to the desk, picking up the handset before it could ring off.

‘Pritchard & Sons, how can I help you?’

‘Daddy?’ Came a small voice from the other end of the line.

Jim was taken back a second, as if he was hearing things. ‘Kenny? Is that you? Kenny, you shouldn’t be calling Daddy at work, he’s very busy.’

‘Daddy, I need help.’ The little boy whimpered in response.

‘Sweetheart, if you need help with something, ask your Baba-’

‘There’s a strange man in the house.’ Khaleel started to sob, his voice a terrified whisper, as if he was worried about being heard. ‘There’s a strange man and he’s hurting Baba.’

Jim felt his blood run cold. ‘W-what do you mean? Where’s Baba, Kenny?’

‘In the lounge. The man is on top of him, and Baba is crying.’

Oh Jesus. Jim began to shake, sweat beading his forehead as a million images flashed before his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let Khaleel hear the fear in his voice, otherwise it would just panic the little boy further. ‘Sweetheart, listen to me. I need you to go upstairs into your bedroom and hide under your bed, okay? Daddy’s coming, everything’s going to be okay.’

Khaleel continued to sob. ‘Daddy, please hurry.’‘

‘Please, Kenny, do as I say. Hang up the phone and go upstairs as quietly as you can. I promise I’ll be home soon.’

There was a loud sniff, before Khaleel mumbled, ‘hurry, Daddy,’ and the line went dead.

‘Tell Carl there’s been an emergency!’ Jim yelled over the counter to Simon, as he raced to the hat stand and grabbed his coat, racing through the door before he even got a response. He cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, almost dropping them into the gutter as his hands trembled violently; as soon as he was in the driver’s seat, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped down the road.

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As soon as he reached Garden Lodge, Jim immediately went around the back entrance, not wanting to alert the intruder by ringing the bell. As soon as he had turned the key in the back door, he immediately called for Freddie, feeling his heart sink when he didn’t receive a response. He slowly walked down the hallway, glancing into every room in case someone leapt out and attacked him, until he reached the kitchen and quickly armed himself with a large knife that had been left sitting on the counter. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to use it.

‘Freddie!’ he cried out again, almost in tears, the hand holding the knife shaking so hard it was a miracle he didn’t drop it.

The kitchen door suddenly swung open behind him, and he yelled in surprise, whipping round, knife clasped in both hands and pointed straight at his would-be assailant.

There was a high-pitched shriek and a crash, and only then did Jim realise it was Freddie, clad in one of his silk kimonos and surrounded by broken teacups. They both stood there, frozen, as Jim looked his husband up and down; Freddie appeared unhurt, though shell-shocked, the tray he had been carrying now lying at his feet amongst shards of china.

‘Jim!’ Freddie screamed, once he had overcome his initial shock. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing?!’

Jim didn’t respond. He dropped the knife immediately, letting it clatter against the kitchen tiles as he ran to Freddie and scooped him into his arms, hugging him fiercely. His husband let out a surprised squeak as he was suddenly lifted off the floor and he quickly wound his legs around Jim’s hips before the younger man dropped him on his arse. It felt like Jim stood there forever, holding onto Freddie tightly, swaying back and forth like he did when soothing Khaleel to sleep.

‘Darling?’ Freddie finally whispered into Jim’s flushed ear. ‘Darling, what’s going on? What was all that about?’

Jim finally released his husband, brushing away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks as he cupped Freddie’s face and looked desperately into his eyes. ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’

Freddie looked baffled. ‘Hurt? Of course not! Why would I be hurt? And what are you even doing here? I thought you didn’t finish work until six.’

The Irishman’s heart finally began to relax as he took a moment to process this information. ‘Khaleel called the shop. He said there was a man in here and he was hurting you. I got here as fast as I could.’

Freddie stared at him with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. ‘Oh my God…Jim, that was Bernie. Bernie Morris, my physiotherapist. He’s in the conservatory, I was just about to make us some more tea.’

Jim looked like he was about to collapse to the floor. He leaned back against the counter, colour finally returning to his face as he realised that Freddie and Khaleel had never been in any danger. All the horrifying scenarios that had been playing in his mind finally ceased to be.

‘Oh God…’ he covered his eyes with his hands, taking deep, uneven breaths, ‘I thought some psycho had broken in, I thought…’ He cut off, not wanting to even consider what could have happened.

Freddie carefully stepped over the mess on the floor, careful not to cut his bare feet as he approached him and put his arms around Jim’s neck, gently kissing his forehead. ‘You really would have killed a man just to protect me?’

Jim removed his hands from his eyes and replied without any hesitation. ‘Absolutely. The bastard wouldn’t have known what hit him.’

Freddie chucked softly, ‘my knight in shining armour.’ Then suddenly his eyes went wide. ‘Kenny! Where’s Kenny?’

‘I told him to go upstairs and hide under his bed.’ Replied Jim. ‘Come on, let’s go and get him. He’s scared out of his wits.’

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It had taken a while to coax Khaleel out from underneath his bed. But his parents eventually managed to convince him that the mean man downstairs was actually a very nice man, who was helping Baba get better, and the only reason Baba had been crying in the lounge was because his back hurt so much. They praised him for being such a brave boy and using the phone to call for help when he thought it was needed. Khaleel eventually crawled out and let Freddie carry him downstairs.

He hid in face in Freddie’s shoulder when he saw Bernie, his body trembling in fear. But he gradually looked up when Bernie started chatting to him, realising this strange man wasn’t really that scary up close. By the time Phoebe arrived home from town, Kenny was sitting on Bernie’s lap, giggling as the man held one of his soft toys, pretending to make it talk in a deep gruff voice.

‘What happened here?’ Phoebe asked as he walked into the kitchen to see Jim sweeping up the broken china into a dustpan.

‘Long story.’ Was all the Irishman said in reply. (2/2)

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Aww an extra long update! I loved it😊 It was exactly what I needed after the exhausting day I've had, thank you for making me smile with this part (and all your stories everyday).

I was happy to see Jim take up a part time job of a hairdresser. I've often wondered about that in Freddie!lives scenarios. I think one of the reasons why Jim took up the job of the gardener at GL is to be close to Freddie who had received his diagnosis by that time, if I'm not wrong.

And aww, baby Khaleel being so smart and calling up his father when he saw that his baba was in danger. And ofc, Jim being ready to do absolutely anything to keep his family safe... my heart.

And lol, I can see Phoebe rolling his eyes in the kitchen like, "I take one day off..."

(More drabbles by writer anon)

[ceruleanmusings]

Fireworks

Summary - The pitching became frequent as of late, a strange topsy-turvy sort of flutter accompanied with an irregular heartbeat. He'd confided in Ray at one point, supposing he was suffering from some sort of medical emergency. Ray merely laughed, a sparkle gleaming in his golden eyes, telling him he'd be fine. Happy New Year! Pairing - Kai Hiwatari x Crystal Manning (OC) Fandom - Beyblade Contains - watching fireworks, a skittish dog, actually feeling feelings for the first time Note - Happy New Year, everyone! What better way to celebrate the year from hell that was 2020 finally ending than to write Kai agonizing over having feelings for someone for the first time? I also didn't anticipate the challenge I would be facing trying to write Kai grappling with having feelings for someone when he's not much of a talker but I had fun with it! Enjoy!

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A pounding boom from the blooming flower overhead nearly drowned out a yelp.

Kai’s eyes opened with a snap and his relaxed posture against the side of Mr. Dickenson’s home stiffened, eyes darting around the stretching expanse of lawn. When seconds passed and any sort of danger failed to make its’ presence known, his shoulders lowered from his ears and his tense muscles eased. One of these days he’d be able to live his life without needing to be ready at a moment’s notice to drag his teammates away from whatever calamity they dove into headfirst. It took a full minute for his clenched jaw to ease and trust that, indeed, no danger had presented itself. Habits die hard, even at the onset of a new year.

Crossing his arms, he resumed his previous leaning position only to snap to attention at another yelp following a burst of green up in the black sky. So he hadn’t been hearing things; in fact he’d heard the sound once before when he’d accidentally stepped on Hana. She always had to be at his heels, following him around his home, kneading at his feet, staying close. And yet now she was nowhere to be found.

Eyebrows crinkling, Kai scanned the backyard again, taking care to sweep over his friends huddled together beneath large wool blankets Mr. Dickenson provided them, faces tilted upwards for the light show. Mr. Dickenson had retired to his room a few hours ago; Kai supposed with the man being his age, he’d seen enough new years to last him. His friends, however, nearly vibrated with excitement the closer time edged towards midnight.

A hum rumbled in his chest, finally spotting Hana curled up in Crystal’s blanket-covered lap. Her body formed a tight C, her tail tucked tight next to her hind leg. Head laying near her paws, her dark lips quivered, and her big, wet eyes blinked with every color-filled pop overhead. Crystal’s hand gently scratched at Hana’s copper coated back, her other hand covering one ear. It was with another resounding gold-tinted boom did he notice the wince on her face and the tremble rippling her body.

“I know, Hana, it’s a little loud isn’t it?” she said, glancing down at the shiba inu. Her smile, once so wide and exuberant, waned to a wobbly, lopsided feeble effort.

Something pitched hard in Kai’s stomach at the sight of it, something he would much rather not put a name or a label to even if he couldn’t ignore it outright. The pitching became frequent as of late, a strange topsy-turvy sort of flutter accompanied with an irregular heartbeat. He’d confided in Ray at one point, supposing he was suffering from some sort of medical emergency. Ray merely laughed, a sparkle gleaming in his golden eyes, telling him he’d be fine.

Another firework exploded overhead; another yelp punched the air. Whether it came from Hana or Crystal Kai wasn’t sure. He gritted his teeth, his fingers twitched against his crossed arms. Was he supposed to do something about it? Hana he could help and no one would bat an eye, but how could he help her? Fix that problem? His team was chock full of them, problems that is, and he tended to be the one to fix them lest he wanted to be driven insane by their inane grievances. And, okay, maybe after all these years being a team, their well-being, whether physical or personal, became important to him. The happier they were, the less effort he had to put into keeping them that way.

But Crystal, well…they were…hmm.

Kai could admit their relationship had shifted over the past couple of months. He didn’t mind her presence, in fact he found himself more at peace with her knowing he didn’t have to worry she’d say or do something stupid he’d then end up needing to drag her out of. They weren’t together though he didn’t mind their time spent together lately: early morning walks with Hana through the farmer’s market for her to get ingredients for dinner (apparently going the crack of dawn is the best time to get fish), quiet study sessions at a nearby Starbucks, lying on the soft grasses of the riverbanks as the team got a few blading matches in nearby, reading after dinner, she tried to teach him mahjong and he tried to teach her chess (both to disastrous results), somehow she’d even convinced him to take up yoga which he didn’t hate, and if he had a particularly hard time sleeping, well, there were worse people to be up eating ice cream out of the carton with.

They were…they were something.

And it was that something which had him tense on two folds, to move and to remain in place. No one else noticed Crystal’s discomfort, her attempt at standing strong to see the fireworks despite the pain it brought her. Of course she could always go inside but she wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t rob herself of an experience with her friends on such a spectacular scale. Who would want to watch the fireworks inside on a nice night?

Still, she didn’t need him to protect her. He knew this. Her independence streak may as well be painted across her face, she could hold her own and not just in the beydish or the gym. Still, if they were…something, shouldn’t he be doing something?

Kai’s eyes flickered over to Tyson, squinting at the grin on his face, the relaxed rounding of his shoulders, the ease to his arm slung around Hilary’s jacket-covered shoulders. Tyson’s jacket, Kai noted with a lip curling sneer. Hilary pulled one lapel tight across her chest, keeping warmth in, and, with her free hand, laced her fingers with Tyson’s, a pleased flush reddening her cheeks. They sat close, Hilary leaning into Tyson’s side, eyes skyward, Tyson’s eyes on her. Next to him Kenny droned on and on, something about the chemical makeup of the fireworks to create different shapes and colors. Not that it mattered, Tyson’s gaze wouldn’t be shifted even if a buffet had been laid in front of him.

Fucking Granger, making it all look so damn easy. How that immature buffoon managed to land himself a girlfriend, let alone Hilary, he’ll never know. (Okay, it was inevitable Tyson and Hilary would either kill each other or get together. He always thought Hilary would have some sense about aligning with him, but if she got Tyson to be less…Tyson, then Kai would count his blessings.) Still, how was Tyson able to crack the secret code about being…something with someone? He couldn’t figure out even the most basic Sudoku puzzles without gorging a hole in the paper due to his heavy erasing, but, somehow, he made a relationship with Hilary work? It rankled.

“Whoa! Check out that one!” Max uttered, pointing upwards in the sky at a blue explosion.

“Dude, it looked so much like a beyblade right?” Ray commented, his grip tightening around a steaming mug.

Hana let out a high-pitched squeak and Crystal sighed, uncovering her ear to cover both of Hana’s. “We should probably get inside.”

Huffing out a growl of a breath—frustration or resolution, Kai didn’t place—he pushed off the wall and, in a few strides, reached his friends. His hand cupped her shoulder when she began to rise, and she turned a surprised and curious gaze up at him. He pressed down on her shoulder; she caught the hint, settling back on the ground, cuddling Hana close to her chest. Kai settled on the cool grass behind her, sliding his hands up the lines of her neck, pressing on her pointed ears.

In a matter of seconds it occurred to him how much of a bad idea it was: being this close, getting a strong whiff of jasmine from her inky blue-black hair, taking in heat radiating from her body when she leaned against his chest, seeing Hana so content wrapped in her protective hold.

His stomach swooped hard and heat crawled up his neck, reddening tendrils stretching and reaching like ivy on a wall. He gulped, shifting rising lump in his throat and wondered if she felt the thrumming of his heart at her back. He really should have gotten that second opinion.

He chanced a glance to the right only to take in that familiar sparkle in Ray’s eyes and a stretching, curling smile Kai suddenly wanted to wipe from his friend’s face. Nothing good came of it, not especially the air of amusement wrapped around it. Kai lifted his chin, waiting. With raised brows, Ray brought his mug to his mouth, took a sip, and broke eye contact.

Closing his eyes in a slow blink, Kai took in a (jasmine scented) breath and turned his eyes up to the flaring sky, taking care not to focus on the fact he swore Crystal outright purred at his thumbs brushing against the backs of her ears before uttering a soft, “Thanks Kai”.

They were something, it was the best label he could offer in the circumstances.

As for the swooping, it came with a striking clarity like the glittering shower above:

Fireworks.

[wearevillaneve]

Would the Last Dude Killed Off on Killing Eve  Turn Off the Lights?

Roll back the calendar to a different time in Killing Eve.  All the way to April 22, 2018 and the third episode, “Don’t I Know You.” That is when we learn how little value a man--any man---holds in moving this particular story forward.

The Wikipedia’s synopsis was an outlier of things to come. Villanelle lures Eve to Berlin by using Eve's name while committing another murder, and trails Eve as she investigates it. Bill spots Villanelle and follows her to a nightclub. Before Eve can get to him, Villanelle stabs Bill repeatedly, killing him. The stunning demise of Bill Pargrave, Eve’s colleague and best friend, was the moment we knew that anyone could die on Killing Eve at any time.  Even Eve and Villanelle had their mutually-afflicted murders at the hand of the other, until they got better.  The “anyone dies” riff faded a bit in S2, but it has roared back with a vengeance in S3, with the deaths of Eve’s last friend (Kenny) and spouse (Niko).  We're only halfway to the finish line, so Konstantin should be extremely nervous.

Villanelle took out Bill, likely had nothing to do with Kenny’s big fall, and is being framed by Dasha for Niko’s gory death, but Eve hardly has clean fingernails.

She didn't get Bill killed, but losing her job(s) at MI5 and then MI6? That's on Eve. Screwing up her marriage? Again, take a long look in the mirror.  Eve did more to ruin things between herself and Niko than he ever could.

Getting shot by Villanelle? We can split hairs, but she did turn her back on an armed psychopath she had greatly pissed off, and she had been warned by Villanelle about the risks of upsetting psychopaths, so again, she's gotta take SOME responsibility for it. As for Niko, had Eve only left him alone, he might not have ended up with such a terrible death. Why did she go chasing after him in Poland? Why after receiving those text messages wouldn't Eve CALL Niko to tell her she was on the way?  If he had not picked up, she might have been able to see one action didn't match the other. But that requires a little critical-thinking and after just seeing her girl-thing in the flesh, Eve can’t focus on tiny details like that.  She’s busy scraping up the air fare to some godforsaken, nameless hole in Poland where her hubby is hiding out. As we have seen time and again, Eve can be incredibly myopic and think only of herself. Whether its discarding her foul-smelling underwear in a waste basket, or walking out on the investigation of Kenny's murder, to chase rainbows with a man who no longer wants her around, when Eve's selfishness is at its most virulent toxicity, it harms everyone around her.

Then they die.   Usually a dude, but always painfully.  It’s not quick.  It’s not nice and God, It HURTS. With Niko out of the picture and the last remaining link to her old life, where does Eve go next?   We already know who she’s going with, but how does Villanelle fill the void left by the last man in Eve’s life? Can she?  Does Eve even want her to.

Villanelle is the Anti-Niko.  She can do things for and to Eve he could never imagine, but Niko was the anchor which prevented Eve from possibly tipping into a pathological world even Villanelle isn’t certain she wants to live in.

I can envision a scenario outside of fan-fiction where Villaneve is a real thing and they are together.  While this may sound a bit dehumanizing toward Villanelle let me put this out there for your consideration. The always deep-thinking Candace, of the "Well, Well Villanelle" podcast recently related a story about a friend of hers who owned a pit bull. He had gotten the dog from a rescue shelter. The dog had been abused by its previous master and was not friendly. He took the dog in and it bonded with him--and ONLY him.  Candace explained she would go to visit the friend, he would have to put the pit bull in a room because the dog was wary of people and territorial. Around him the dog was playful and loving. Not around him, the dog was aggressive and dangerous. This is likely the only time Villanelle has been compared to a pit bull, but there are similarities there. She can have sex with anyone she wants to, but she only feels true affection with Eve. She would fight for Eve, be soft for Eve and kill for Eve. There's no space for anyone else and why she doesn't understand why Eve would choose to be with a dull man like Niko over an exciting woman like her, she has learned from the Anna experience that killing someone's husband does NOT clear the path to their heart.

Villanelle knows that and Eve knows that about Villanelle. She could have killed Niko at any time she wished, but did not because as she told him, "Eve would never forgive me." Eve wasn't present when those words were uttered, but she knows Villanelle well enough to know that's a bright red line she wouldn't cross. She certainly feels affection for Konstantin, but she knows he can't be trusted. With Eve she sees a damaged reflection of herself. Maybe Villanelle, with all she's been through and how little she knows about love is incapable of feeling it as "normal" people do, but she knows there is such a thing and she wants it. But only from one person and she won't force or trick or coerce Eve into giving it to her, because Villanelle knows it wouldn't be from her heart.

Which is why I believe though there is no redemption in store for Villanelle or Eve, there is a possibility they could forge a relationship which would be workable,  if not necessarily sustainable for long.

[billie-ford]

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What Comes After

14

The morning sun rolled over the Hilltop colony like a warm blanket; a golden shine of reassuring hope that today would be better than the last. The rays that shone over the tall walls of the community made the smoke of Billie’s cigarette almost entirely opaque as she brought it to her lips for another drag.

It was the first sense of peace she’d felt in days despite the underlying melancholy that had become her, soaking in the warmth that touched her skin as a gift opposed to a nuisance for the first time since that awful morning while she watched the community come to life. 

“Would you be bothered if I asked how many hours of sleep you got?”

Billie watched as Sasha emerged from Gregory’s mansion and approached her trailer, taking a seat on the stair below her before lighting up her own smoke when the box was offered.

“Not as bothered as you would be by the answer.”

Sasha’s smiles were always so warm. Warmer than the sun. She donned a fresh pair of clothes gifted by Hilltop’s resident laundry hanger and the already worn in appearance led Billie to believe that Sasha was losing hours of sleep too.

“You know,” Sasha’s chest swelled with a deep sigh, “it’s been hard to close my eyes for more than a second since the other night. Much less fall asleep for more than a minute.”

“It plays over and over again in your head doesn’t it?” She nodded. “Yeah...me too. You been in to check on Maggie yet?” Billie took one last deep drag of her cigarette, her first of many for the day, and stubbed the butt out on the traction of her boot. 

“Not yet. I passed Dr. Carson in the hallway and he said she was still asleep.”

“What about..uhm..them?”

Sasha frowned, eyes falling to the ground as she shook her head. “I haven’t really been able to stomach it. We should wait for Maggie to wake up..then we can all go together.”

“Sure, guess we can.”

15

Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under Millie’s heavy boots as she walked down the long, deserted road. The coming of Autumn made the already dismal roads that much more gray and with the new addition of crunching leaves and wind blown twigs, that much more dangerous too.

Dawn had barely broke when she began her journey; tip-toing carefully throughout the house she shared with Eugene and Rosita while packing her bag and running through the streets of Alexandria as quick as she could to avoid being spotted. By the time she had hopped down from the community walls her clothes were already splattered in blood, burying her old aunt’s bowie knife in skull after skull when the crunching leaves beneath her boots gave away her position to the multitude of walkers roaming around the other side. She had walked for miles by the time the sun had fully set in the sky, checking her wrist at every street sign; the directions to Hilltop scribbled down her pale skin in blue ink.

She missed her aunt, her godmother, her guardian now that her father was dead. Being home without Billie was almost unbearable. Since that night, nobody in the community treated her the same; crossing the street when she approached, refusing to look her in the eye, stumbling over their words when they so much as mentioned his name. They were either avoiding her or they were overbearing, and their apologies and eulogies just barely clung to their tongues. She was looking for any excuse to get out, and going to see her father’s grave was just excuse enough. It troubled her deeply that she never got to say goodbye to her dad, not even a last glace. Sasha had been quick to obscure Millie’s vision when the first blow of the bat landed and as the days rolled on a part of Millie was thankful for it - but a part of her also resented Sasha for not giving her that closure.

As she trekked along she wondered if he was buried or burned. If a memorial of flowers and other trinkets had been placed in the wake of the fallen. She remembered that Billie had hand carved a sign for Kenny’s cat when he eventually died, she would do the same for her own brother. Something told her Billie wouldn’t let anyone burn her brother, and it was that feeling that drove Millie to make the journey to Hilltop.

16

The infirmary was empty when Sasha and Billie entered, Dr. Carson looking up to the door when it whined on its hinges. At the far back of the sickly white room was Maggie, just a lump of steady breathes beneath her just as white sheets.

Her eyes cracked open ever so slightly upon the feeling of Sasha’s hand on her arm and she smiled weakly at the two who had worked tirelessly to assist her here. She was frail, her eyes sunken and her skin so pale it edged on blue. She had just barely the energy to lift an arm to clutch  Sasha’s hand.

“Welcome to, beautiful,” Billie patted Maggie’s leg, “’member us?”

“Unfortunately.”

“How ‘bout Dr. Carson? Resident life saver here at the Hilltop?”

Just over Billie’s shoulder stood the striking doctor with a kind smile of his own when his patient looked at him. “How long have I been down?” She asked.

“A little over three days,” Carson answered. “You suffered from the condition abruptio placentae; it’s a separation of the placenta from the uterus. It’s unusual this early, but uh, could be brought on by severe trauma. Possibly the bruises on your abdomen-”

“Did I-I...lose..?” Maggie exhaled sharply, almost too afraid to ask. Even more afraid to hear the answer.

“No.” She let out her held breath. “Thanks to your friends. Had they not got you here when they did things might have looked much worse. 

Baby’s heart rate is normal but you’re going to have to take it easy for a few days. You don’t want to exacerbate the separation any more.”

“Where is he?” Maggie asked, looking between her friends. “Where are they both?”

“I took care of it.” “I want to see them.” “You heard Carson.” “Billie, please.”

Billie looked to Carson, sharing a look of concern with the doctor. He cleared his throat, “just make sure she goes slow and get her straight to bed afterwards.”

Before he could say any more, Maggie was throwing her covers to the floor and standing on shaky legs as the two raced to either side of her to hold her steady. Much like the morning they had arrived. ‘Easy, easy, easy.’ Billie cooed.

“Straight to bed.” Carson reiterated as they guided her out of the door and into the hot sun.

17

Billie sat on a rock as she watched the two stand over the graves she had dug, slicing her breakfast of a single green apple with her hunting knife before chucking the pieces between her teeth dispassionately. Her frown was heavy and her eyes almost burned at the sight of the graves she wished she could forget. It was like a nightmare she couldn’t shake; vigorously digging her own brother’s grave before rolling his headless body into the dirt before doing the same for one of her best friends. She reached into her pocket, feel the brass chain cool her fingertips as she pulled the pocket watch from the place it had been nestled for the last three days.

“Here.” She called out to Maggie, reaching out and dropping the accessory into her open palm. “It was in Glenn’s pocket,” she scoffed, “all Abe had was a cigar..”

The pain was pronounced. For all of them. Tears welled in every eye of the trio as they tried in vain to make any sense of it - how they would go on without their leader, without the ones they loved.

Maggie placed the watch over Glenn’s grave lovely as Billie wondered if back home, in Alexandria, there was anything left to honor her fallen soldier with. There had to be something more than a smelly old cigar now stained terribly with near black blood.

Sasha’s eyes darted over Abraham’s grave, searching for an answer she wouldn’t find. “Everything feels so wrong..”

“Not everything.”

Maggie’s optimism was admirable and Billie felt she was once that way; able to find even the tiniest of gems when she dug through all the dirt. But now, now she just felt irritated by the glimmer of hope in Maggie’s eyes, and when a Hilltop member peeked in to whisk her away she leapt at the chance. 

It was Bertie who had recognized Millie first when she was stopped at the gates of Hilltop and smiled at her before running off to fetch Billie. Billie’s eyes widened in shock when she saw her niece walk through the gates and ran to gather her in her arms, checking her for injuries and swiping at the splatters of blood painting her skin. It wasn’t her own, Millie promised. “Are you- what are- Why are you here?”

“I missed you...all of you.” “Millie?” “Hey, Sasha!”

Sasha appeared at Billie’s side with the same surprised look before hugging the teen tightly. It was a relief to see her alive and well after the night they all suffered, but one more Alexandrian in a community they weren’t supposed to know about meant one more person to hide when the saviors finally rolled around for their pick ups. 

“You can’t be here, Mills. It’s not safe for you, you have to be home.” A look flashed behind Millie’s eyes, a sadness that sunk her shoulders and clenched her jaw. It baffled Billie just how much she looked like her father when she did such a thing, how their twin hues of blue in their eyes would darken like a mood ring and their lips pressed into a thin line. So much of how they were feeling could be conveyed in their eyes alone. Billie sighed. “I came to see him, didn’t you?” She nodded.

The women shared a look and Sasha, the woman who was well on her way to becoming her step-mother, grabbed Millie by the hand gently. “I’ll take you.” She spoke softly. “We can go back to Billie’s trailer after and I’ll make you something to eat. Sound good?” Millie nodded and with one last yearning look to her aunt she went off with Sasha to finally see her father’s resting place.

Billie watched them disappear beyond the grove before dashing behind the guards post and sinking to the ground with accelerated panic. With Maggie’s oncoming pregnancy, Millie’s sudden appearance, the looming shadows of the saviors and her own grief she has yet to properly deal with, it was all becoming too much for Billie. As her breath became harder to catch and a fresh round of hot tears reached her eyes, Billie realized she was officially having a panic attack. 

Jesus had just emerged from the mansion, the tips of his ears hot from another argument with Gregory when he spotted the woman across the grounds, the same woman he was just defending up in Gregory’s office. He rushed for her, dodging community members to be by her hyperventilating side.

“Billie! Hey, hey, hey...” He squeezed her arms softly while they shook from her sobs. “Billie, can you look at me?”

Jesus had seen many panic attacks within the Hilltop walls; new comers barely getting a grip on life within the walls, losing loved ones, just life in general. Yet seeing it now, with her, felt completely foreign. This wasn’t the person he had met on the road just weeks ago; who had pistol whipped him when he tried to steal supplies from herself and her brother, who had gotten into a sarcasm battle with Gregory and won, who had snapped Andy’s arm when he got into a fight with Abraham. This was just a shell of that person. 

Her eyes met his, half-lidded bambi eyes ringed with red. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth to stop its quivering.

“Just watch me okay? Breath like this, in,” he inhaled, “and out.” After a few repetitions she followed, her gaze breaking from his to his hands on her wrists as her breathing steadied and her heart slowed to a normal patter. He released his gentle grip before sitting back in a crisscrossed position. “May I ask what that was about?”

She shrugged. “I’m just...overwhelmed.”

“Overwhelmed generally means someone needs a break.” “I can’t take a break. Too many people need me.”

Jesus sighed, looking off into the community. “I don’t think Sasha or Maggie would hold it against you for looking out for yourself. You aren’t sleeping, that much I can see...it’ll only make things harder for you if you don’t take a step back now.”

Billie kissed her teeth, rolling his words around in her head. “S’at your professional opinion?”

“Personal. We’re just friends here.” He smirked. “One can only hold so much before they start to crumble, Billie. That’s what community - family - is for. We share the load when some of us start to crack.”

Knowing it and hearing it were two very different things. She knew she was taking on too much, she always did, but someone else knowing it and seeing it...it made her feel too vulnerable. Being seen made her feel vulnerable. Billie liked Jesus. He was a pain in her ass when they caught him on the side of the road but since introducing them to Hilltop, showing them that there was so much more in the world, she’s considered him almost a brother. 

Their gentle interaction was suddenly disrupted by the roaring sound of engines and Kal’s boots above them stomping along the wood of the guards post.

“The Saviors are coming!”

The pair jumped up from the grass like a fire had been lit beneath them and Jesus grabbed her by the wrist roughly, throwing caution to the wind as he pulled her quickly behind the trailers. If she was seen by any of the Saviors that were on the road that night they’d know the communities were colluding. Knowing they were colluding meant consequences for both of their communities; consequences including their death.

“Come on, I know a place to hide.” They were now dashing along the wall of the colony as the gates opened and trucks of Saviors flooded in.

That dreadful panic settled back into Billie’s stomach as she ran in time with Jesus as she wondered where Sasha, Maggie and Millie were. Where they inside the mansion? A trailer? Still at the graves? She feared they got caught up with Gregory, knowing that if it benefited him he would sell them out in a second. 

“Here.” Jesus stopped along the wall furthest from the gate, standing in front of a large crate of wood. “They don’t know about this.” Before Billie had the chance to question him he was lifting the logs, revealing a secret bunker within. She supposed it was made for this very reason; hiding for something that shouldn’t be in the colony. “I’ll come get you when they’re gone. Two knocks. Stay quiet.”

It was a tight fit, scratching the walls and bearing splinters in her biceps while Jesus watched over his shoulder. He casted one last look her way, bright blue eyes filled with worry before shutting the top and encasing her in darkness. 

Her breath was ragged, terrified, and she held it periodically when she thought she had heard something. It felt like hours spent in the pitch black bunker, rocking in the cold dirt, nothing to be heard but the rushing adrenaline beating in her own ears between short bursts of breath. Steady footsteps from above made her lurch back further into the darkness, holding her breath once again. The voice was muffled as it approached, whistling a familiar tune that caused a wave of nausea to settle in Billie’s stomach.

Whoever was above her was not Jesus, and she feared whoever it was knew just what they were looking for.