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cumsockwoundpack · 10 months

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LAST SEMESTER: Ch. 1. (t4t boydyke yaoi)

You've known eachother for a while, since freshman year. You were both at the same dive bar for the same local punk show since you saw the same flyer. They were the only other one to get up off their stool and at least halfassedly go through the pantomime of the mosh, the collective ritual. Wiry little fucker throwing their bodyweight at you. Pack bonding.

You both went out for smokes, looked at eachothers' hands, the sharpie'd-on X marks, the veins, the knuckles. Your sight lingered. So did theirs. You promptly lit your smokes and started shooting the shit about how "Ohhh, Man, Remember When Ceremony Stopped Doing Hardcore?" and "man I wish skinheads didn't ruin being a skinhead," and "new HKFY's fucking sick, right? Can I kill the rest of your ciggie? by the way what's your-"

His name's Ted. Ted and Jack. Rolled off the tongue a little.

You were fast friends after that - genuinely! Really good friends. Like two shounen protags.

Really. Just good friends.

You were at the local community college for trade school, they were there for music. You played bass because you were a caveman, they played guitar because they were smart.

You'd jam together, hanging out, watching movies, smoking weed. Tripped together in the dorms a couple times. Did molly together without fucking, somehow. Lord knows that's an achievement.

Somewhere in the four years between then and now, you both crystallized the realizations people have after listening to Tracy Chapman and being inexorably, inexplicably drawn to other likeminded freaks their whole lives. Dykes are like Stand users.

You got on your meds, started going by Jackie, made sure to lift here and there to keep your muscles from atrophy, he got on his meds and suddenly started spending a lot of time locked in his room. You both had your flings and conquests, sharing enough locker-room chirps with eachother to brag but not enough to break the aura of mutual chivalry. He also got a lot better at guitar - you'd know, you always paid (a completely normal amount of!) attention to his left-hand fretwork, his handling of the pick, his tendons underneath the skin as they flexed so deftly-

You blink.

You're in the drivers seat of your car, clutching the wheel a little too tight in the driveway of his new apartment - he finally moved out of the dorms for these last few weeks of your shared school career. You cut the engine and poke him to wake him up (he's kinda cute when he knocks out in the car like that. you're supposed to call the homies cute, right?)

"Aw, cute li'l thing, got tired? It's a fucken half hour car ride, dude, get up."

You hit the cabin lights to drive the point home.

"Mmnh... huh? Whuh?" -- he blinks, looks a little flustered. Not just disgruntled from an abrupt wake-up. Flushed cheeks, bashful little pout. (Why did you say that?) -- "We're here? Fuckin, help me get furniture in, then grab your amp. Gotta christen the home by pissing off the neighbors."

The apartment is a 1 bedroom, bare, all cold hardwood save for necessary kitchen appliances. He brought his desk, his bike, a new mattress, his stereo system coupled with all his physical media, a toolbag (put together from your recommendations), his laptop, his guitar and gear, and not much else. Clothes arranged on the floor in various states of disarray.

After bringing most of it in, working up a sweat, you cap it off by making some ramen to shovel down your gullets before getting down to business.

You both plug in, sit cross-legged facing eachother. You tune up and play for what seems like a few minutes but what the clock says to be hours, letting your attention wander since the less you think about what you're doing, the easier it is to stay in the groove, to keep the beat, to stay in-pocket. You keep time by looking at his left hand, as always. Thinking about when the next show's gonna be, whether that one DIY venue's finally gonna get their shit together and learn to not stiff local bands, when you'll find your next drummer (If you think male drummers are drama-magnets, lesbian drummers are worse, hands-down.), what the pit's gonna look like, the way he bounces off you to get momentum going.

His huffs of frustration when he fudges a chord, when the strings rattle and buzz, his bit lip, his furrowed brow, the sway of his head, his shoulders, the tap of his foot as it swivels on the heel, the way the heel-taps make the keys on his belt rattle, the DYKE PRIDE tattoo on his upper arm all sinew and tension and sweat despite the midwinter room temp, his black-brown-stress-grey stubble tracing a line from the temples to the jaw, his bit lip again -

"Jackie, baby, you've been playing that same open E string for the past, like, 15 bars... Why's your face so red? You good, girlie? Need a breather? I know I'm hard to keep up with."

"Fuck UP, dude. Talk shit when you aren't abusing those weezer powerchords like they owe you money."

"Ahh, I'm just messing with ya. It's, uh,".-he scratches the fade on the back of his neck - "getting late. It's like 11. You should probably head back. I don't wanna make you sleep on the floor."

What a great friend! You shake off the impression of wherever your mind was wandering and gather your things, you hop in the car, wave goodbye, turn the key - Nothing.

Must have left the cabin light on.

He's still looking at you.

Fuck.

You turn the key again. Fuck. Fuck. He doesn't have a car on hand. Fuck. It's late.

Ugh. He's knocking on the window.

"My battery's dead."

He deliberates internally for a moment.

You think about reclining the carseat and saying fuck it. You don't want to intrude.

"Ah, hell, it's Friday. Neither of us have shit better to do tomorrow. Come back inside."

You grab the hoodie from your backseat and put it on. Listen, it might be hardwood flooring, it might be like 50 degrees, but it beats sleeping in the car. Once you're curled up in the middle of the living room using a couple of his t-shirts as pillows and getting ready to sleep, he comes out of the bathroom brushing his teeth. In his boxers. Fuzzy legs. Treasure trail. Sweat on the inked barbed wire covering his chest scars. Looking at you almost like you're roadkill on his tire, utterly baffled at what you're doing.

"You nnmmoww you djon't, ope," - he zips back to the sink, spits, rinses, comes back out - "you know I said I didn't wanna make you sleep on the floor, dude. You're a friend. We're good. It's camaraderie. C'mon, get in bed. S'fuckin cozy."

You lay on opposite sides of the queen bed but, y'know, not overly spaced-out since you're not trying to, y'know, employ any no-homo buffer distance, but just, cuz, y'know, you're really good friends and you're comfortable with eachother. Right. Yeah. Gosh, these are nice sheets. Good at keeping the heat in. Li'l too good.

"Ted."

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I strip? i'll keep underwear on or whatever but this fucking hoodie is a bit too m-"

"Woman, I have held you over the toilet by the fucking scalp when you couldn't handle a couple vodka sodas."

"Sorry, I-"

"We have both asked eachother terribly embarrassing medical questions and given equally mortifying aid in the pits of uninsured existence."

"Jeez-"

"Besides, you already know my taste in women. You're fine. No stress."

"You sure?"

"Fucking strip, idiot."

You blush. Thankfully the lights are off.

He starts snoring surprisingly quickly. How cute!

Hey. Wait. Let's examine that. What the fuck has been with you today? It's not your first rodeo when it comes to your brain insisting that you shit where you eat, but him?? Him?? Fucking "Aww, cute li'l thing"? Christ. You half-consider propositioning him at some point tomorrow just for a quickie, like getting a song out of your head by singing it. Hell, you know he'd prolly agree to it out of sheer jackass bravado. He said it himself, you've both done worse.

But you don't need that. It's a line in the sand. He wouldn't look at you the same, despite both your best efforts. There'd be tension. You don't want to fuck this up. You drift off thinking about talking to your doctor to lower your progesterone dose, maybe that's what's got you so hot and bothered. The blankets are warm.

Waking up a few hours later, the first thing you notice is that you have to piss. The second thing you notice is his snored breath flitting across your ear. The third, fourth, and fifth things in quick succession are his arm around you, the fuzz on his chest pressed against your back, and the warm, granite-carved hand placed on your breast.

It's there gently, fingers splayed across it, a pleasant weight, and he's still 100% knocked out, so you quietly peel it off, set his arm by his side, and get up to piss. You explain it away as "Oh, he's a boydyke Casanova running on autopilot, that tender scamp," etc.

Though, it felt nice.

Felt too nice.

You shake it off and go back to bed.

You settle in under the covers. He's on his back and he looks agitated. Still sweating. God, the sweat. Neither of you showered, the day lays thick on your skin and almost fogs up thicker under the blanket. It overwhelms your sense of smell, it coats your sinuses.

He's shaking a bit. Little grunts n murmurs of fear and discomfort. You wonder if he's having a nightmare. Oh, poor thing.

Before you can think about it, you have your arms around him, your warmth pressed against his. It doesn't seem to do much, though; he's still tossing and fidgeting.

"Mmnh....Hey...."

You freeze. Oh god.

He snores again and his face screws up even harder in his sleep. Oh, oh thank God, he's still knocked out. That would have been embarrassing. You think about what you're doing. You think about the inevitable scene beef, the "Oh, Jackie? That fucking creep?-" coming out of his mouth and you try not to think about how much that'd hurt.

You think about how he smells nice.

He rustles again. You pull him in closer.

"..........mff, fuuuUuuuuhhgck," he whines, eyes still closed, still lightly snoring on the inhale, face still contorted in agony, wait, no, it's, oh, you realize it's not just sweat you're smelling as you feel the damp spot on his boxers rubbing on your thigh.

"Fuck, Jackie....," He's still asleep. It's not a nightmare. And it's about you.

And now you're hard.

And he's grinding on your leg,

"Jackieeeeeeeee........"

And his face is buried in your tits, his face so taut, pressing into your sternum hard enough he's suffocating himself and you're frozen still and

His eyes snap open as something deep within the limbic system reminds him he needs oxygen, he pulls his face away, scrambles back, takes a deep, DEEP fucking breath, and now you're BOTH looking at eachothers' eyes, horrified, breaths stuck in throats. He's cute when he's scared.

And then he looks you down. Then back up. Then back down, where it's definitely too late for modesty. Then back up.

You notice you were drooling. He does too. You see him set his jaw. You see his brown eyes crystallize, noticeable even in the low light. He's hungry.

"You're cute when you're scared," he says.

And then your lips are locked.

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toxifoxx · 11 months

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ok serious thoughts on the fnaf movie this time. they're a little scattered but i did just see it so i gotta think on it some more before i give like an actually structured review. but immediate thoughts post-viewing:

i had fun with the movie! i thought it was enjoyable. was hoping for at LEAST a little more blood (i really wanted to see william fucking explode into blood for one) but i knew there wasn't gonna be much since its pg13. it wasn't scary like in the slightest except for 1 jumpscare that almost kind of got me but i wish they set up the atmosphere a little bit more.

MAJOR GRIPE. i hate that vanessa is related to william. please stop retconning the afton family scott pretty please. give that man his dead children back. i seriously seriously love the "man goes fucked up sicko mode because of his grief" trope but alas.

i think that the pacing is NOTTTT very good at all. william needed more screen time 100% and there wasn't that great of a build up to the climax. maybe its more impactful to people who didn't already know that steve is william, but i'd wager that they're probably like HUH WHUH??? at that reveal because its not really. set up that much. and yes im biased because i fucking love william ok.

i think matthew lillard did a great job, BUT... we barely got to see him at all! and, especially with the "i always come back line..." i cringed a little bit man. like what are you coming back from? you haven't died yet man. there's nothing to come back from yet tf are you yappin about. it felt like it was really shoved in there honestly. we DESPERATELY needed to see more of him! in fact, most of the characters needed more set up! like ok... mike lost his brother? why should i care. mike is gonna lose his sister? why should i care tho?? these kids died but they dont really seem like they care too much about being dead either so whats the big deal.

AND WHY DIDN'T THE KIDS HAVE BEEF WITH WILLIAM/THE YELLOW RABBIT. THEY CLEARLY WERE SHOWN TO KNOW HE KILLED THEM, BUT THEY DON'T TURN ON HIM UNTIL ABBY PUTS UP HER SHITTY LIL DRAWING? FOR REAL????? WHY? + THEY DONT EVEN GET NAMED AT ALL. THE MOVIE CARES SO LITTLE ABOUT THE KIDS AND YET THEY DONT EVEN ALLOCATE THAT TIME TO AFTON EITHER. THEY FUMBLED BOTH SIDES!

also a lot of stuff just kind of isn't resolved? like the mike vs his aunt thing. is his aunt dead or...? + what was the fucking freddy saw trap thing that doesn't get explained at all. did the police not see that or does william just lug that thing in and out of the building constantly. what's it even for.

im also curious about some things. whats up with that kid who had a midnight motorist shirt. whats up with the other random springlock animatronic that is never named nor do we get a full look at. Where's Henry. are we just straight up ditching henry this time around?

i came into this knowing it wouldn't be lore accurate nor gory because of the rating but ugh. Ughhhh. can we please settle on one fnaf timeline to be canon its been almost 10 years we don't needa be playing like this anymore bro. i want to see the afton family for REAL show me cc getting his fuckin head chomped off or elizabeth getting snatched. give us literally any of the original missing children give us cassidy or something. like even in the silver eyes at least we got henry ffs! it just makes me a little sad knowing that one of the rejected scripts WAS accurate to the game lore.

shout out to my homie @yellowbutterbear for seeing the movie with me and discussing this stuff with me 🔥

6/10 not enough william afton moaning and whimpering AMEN!!!

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #i dont have a text post tag on this blog. ermmmmm #toxi.txt #good enough

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starrook · 5 months

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[ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth.

A part of her full well understands this isn't serving its intended purpose at all. She had volunteered to do this, insisted this kind of thing worked all the time to help keep her little siblings warm in cold seasons like this but she hadn't realized just how different it would be.

Wrapping her arms and hooking her legs around Alcryst from behind, she's so very clearly the smaller one here. In comparison to his frame, she feels so dainty, so unable to really shield him at all from any chilling breezes. But still, she tries, not one to attempt things half-heartedly and genuinely wishing to help him out in her own way...

But she wonders if, despite her being on the outside, she was the one benefitting more from this than him? No matter how much she tries to cocoon herself around him, it's her that feels enveloped by a blistering warmth at complete odds with the weather outside, heating her from the inside out.

"It's, um, a bit chilly outside, huh?" she speaks to distract herself from that feeling, burying her cheek further in against his shoulder blades. She prays he doesn't turn around to see how shy she's truly become from their situation for one but also...

If the truth is given away, then this moment would have to stop. For just a little longer, she hopes as she tightens her embrace ever so little more.

I wish to stay like this forever.

When Lapis suggested sharing their body heat to keep warm, Alcryst hadn't been sure. It's not exactly proper, even as a prince and retainer, but surely she knows that already. Vicious winds and heavy rains created the literal "perfect" storm of circumstances to make it necessary... Alcryst used to cuddle with Diamant and Citrinne on cold nights when he was younger. He thought he was overthinking things as usual. With their intentions laid out beforehand, it's perfectly innocent!

Alcryst should have said no. He could have saved them both from himself. Because the way Lapis wraps her arms around him and pulls him into her chest almost causes Alcryst to lose his composure.

Since then, for the past ten minutes, he's laid here unmoving, stiff as a board. Lapis has no idea what she's doing to him, and Alcryst would rather die than explain. So he lies there, trapped within his own mind. Alcryst tries to think good thoughts.

(AAAAA!!!!! AUAGHAHGAHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OWOUGHAGARAGAGHAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—)

(It doesn't go well.)

The sudden sound of her voice startles Alcryst. "Whuh?! Agh, um, s-sorry! Um, yes. The wind's getting worse." He can feels her nuzzling against the nape of his neck, the tightening embrace. "Are you cold?" he asks.

...Alcryst's next words come out timidly. "We should switch places." He shifts his weight, trying to turn his head back to look at Lapis. "It's... it's colder than it was earlier. Let me keep you warm instead." Whether that's better than their current positions... remains to be seen. But there is a certain sense of pride that comes with knowing he's keeping her warm, he thinks, something that scratches his protective instincts.

Everything else? Best not put into words.

#answered #lazuliennne #getting the silly one out first bc the rest are depressing :pensive:#just put him out in the rain lapis it's what he needs it's what he deserves

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hallows-evening · 8 months

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Skaterbeetle fic based (kinda lol) off of this drawing!!! (Skaterpartybeetle if you squint..) Enjoy ^w^

I made this VERY late at night and while tired as heck so I'm sorry if there's any typos or things are worded weirdly, brain was not braining /silly

It's cold outside, so Pest and Infected decided to warm up in Poob's apartment while they were away shopping.... and then Pest finds an interesting discovery about Infected.

⚠️ This is a tickle fic, if that makes you uncomfortable then move on!!!! ⚠️

NSFW / PROSHIP / FETISH DNI

🍂 Ler!Pest, Lee!Infected, Ler!Poob at the very end :3

Infected yawned and stretched, snuggling closer to Pest laying behind him. They were both (or was) watching T.V. and whatever was on at the time, which happened to be some sort of cartoon about objects.

Pest was bored out of his mind, and he was getting agitated over how Infected had made them watch it and there he was, dozing off.. in his arms. His agitation lessened seeing him look so comfortable, but he needed to figure out a way to keep Infected awake since he didn't want to suffer this show alone. Their hands felt cold, and an idea popped into his head on how to warm them up.

He slowly moved his four hands to Infected's waist, stopping when he sniffled from his allergies. Pest chittered. "Psst." Infected drowsily opened his eyes, and mumbled out, "Huh? wat?" Pest smiled.

"My hands are cold, I thought you could help me warm them up?" Pest adjusted them both, shifting to half laying on Infected. "Whuh... how?" Confused, and a bit scared at their sudden friendly facade, Infected sat up slightly, head now resting on the couch armrest and looking at Pest nervously. It was never a good sign when Pest actually smiled at you, especially when it looked as mischevious as it does now.

Pest turned his head and focused on the T.V., still smiling. "Is this fine?" They moved their hands up Infected's shirt, earning a gasp from him, with a little hint of something else. A giggle, it sounded like.

"DUDE your haNDS!!! Are FREEZING!!!!!!" He shifted on the couch, not sure how to feel about the freezing cold hands laying on his stomach and sides. Other than the ice cold sensation, the soft pawpads on Pest's hands, and the blunt yet sharp claws, it tickled. Infected blushed, squirming and growing more nervous and reaaally hoping the giggles bubbling up in him would dare not escape.

Pest chuckled. "Well.. it's working. If you don't mind." He turned his head back to Infected, somewhat surprised at how flustered he looked already, but not missing the wobbly smile he was trying but failing to stop. "You okay?" They softly trailed their fingers up Infected's torso. He jolted with a soft and giggly yelp. "GEHEHT YOUR HAHANDS OHF-" Infected yelled and playfully swatted at Pest, accidentally smacking their mandibles, making Pest's head tilt down.

He growled and slowly looked back up at Infected, noticing the fear but also playful excitement in his eyes. "You asked for it." Infected moved to grab Pest's hands from up his shirt, opening his mouth to say something.. but all that came out was a shriek as Pest started tickling his belly with one set of hands, the others against his sides.

Infected bucked, making Pest decide to sit on his legs to make it where he can't accidentally kick him off the small couch. "PEHEHAHAHAAST??!????" Infected laughed, anything else he wanted to say being lost to the giggles and wheezes spilling out of him. He flailed his arms frantically since he couldn't put the energy into kicking his legs, using them to either try and stop Pest's attack on his torso, or to cover his face in embarassment. Infected couldn't remember the last time somebody actually tickled him, the closest thing to it having been from when his cat Poptart would do biscuits on him. Having his boyfriend do it to him literally? Whole other territory, exciting but scary territory.

Pest lessened the tickle attack on him, taking in his reddened cheeks from smiling so much and melting at the affection he was receiving. Infected breathed in, before falling into another bout of giggles as Pest moved his top set of arms to tracing his ears and jawline, and the lower moving down to his hips. Infected let out a squeal as they poked and scritched them, the soft fabric of his pajamas making it feel more tickly. He was so focused on trying to grab Pest's hands that he hadn't noticed that they had lifted his chin until he was forced to look straight at him. Ruby red looking into deep amethyst.

Pest stopped tickling him momentarily to plant a quick kiss on Infected's lips, finding him being shocked at it hilarious. Infected whined, smiling and covering his face.

"Hey. You. Why are you hiding your face?" Pest teased, gently grabbing Infected's arm and pulling it away from his face. "You're- YOU ARE makINg ME- SNRT-" His eyes widened at the sound he just made and the jolt he felt as his knee was squeezed. Oh that jerk.

"NOHOHOT COOL DUHUHUDE!!-" He snorted again, Pest finding amusement in it. "'Not cool dude!' Exactly why I'm doing this, I'm trying to be a warm dude." They adjusted themself, letting Infected's legs free but still squeezing and scribbling his fingers under his knees. They took note of each squeeze and the snort and giggle and laugh that it produced, surprising himself with the joy he felt making Infected laugh like this.

Pest quick squeezed one of his knees, making Infected kicked out. Pest dodged quickly, grabbing his leg. If they hadn't moved out of the way in time, he would have been socked right in the face, and Pest let out a growl at that sudden realization. "Did you just try to kick me? Did you really?"

Infected tried pulling his leg back, getting nervous at the glare he was receiving from Pest. "Reflexes!! You know! Dr. Retro has a little hammer-" His excuse was interrupted by himself barking out a laugh and bouncing at the electric sensation of Pest using a claw to scribble his socked sole. "Mhm yeah, we all know about the reflex hammer."

He tried desperately to yank his leg back but to no avail, Pest being so much more stronger than him. Infected knew he probably wouldn't last long with those claws of Pest's and the soft material of his socks, a terrifying duo he did not want to experience (although.. he wouldn't admit this, but he kinda did). His blush deepened and his heartrate got faster as Pest continued to hold down his ankle, glaring at him. "I'm sorryyy.." Infected whined.

Pest's eyes became half-lidded as he looked at him, almost with a tired expression. "Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. I'm sure you're very sorry." They quickly grabbed Infected's other ankle before he could stop them, holding both down with his top set of arms. Infected sat up fully, about to try and grab Pest but at that moment they struck his feet with soft scribbles and pokes, taking advantage of the fabric between their fingers and Infected's foot. He scream-laughed, loud enough that Pest was a bit scared one of the neighboring residents were going to come check in on them.

Infected slammed back down on the couch and tilted his head back, cackling hysterically and flopping everywhere where he could. It felt like being electrocuted, the sensations making his brain melt to where he couldn't think a single coherent thought. He wrapped his arms around his torso, not sure what to do with them anymore as he laughed his heart out. In his flailing, he ended up knocking the pillows under him off the couch, making Pest scoff. "Poob's gonna get upset seeing their pillows scattered everywhere right after they just cleaned." Infected let out a snort at that, and Pest looked up and towards his face, heart melting at how happy and at ease he looked (other than the violent flailing that was happening at the same time.) His goofy smile and joyful expression, his fluffy hair turning into a mess as he shook his head, they found it adorable.

They were surprised at how sensitive Infected was, finding it interesting all the little spots that made him tic. It reminded him of Poob, in a way, with how you could barely touch them and they'd be a giggly mess just at the teasing and anticipation alone. Pest was so into his thoughts that when he heard Infected's laugh getting wheezy in a worrying way, he snapped out of it and and they stopped their onslaught on his feet, letting his ankles free.

Infected instantly gasped for air, giggling hysterically and quickly pulling his legs up to his chest. He sniffled and wiped the tears off his cheeks, feeling lightweight and dizzy. Pest slithered up to him and wrapped his arms around him, resting their head on his shoulder, their hair tickling his neck and making Infected let out breathy hiccups.

After around 10 minutes of just laying together in an embrace, they both stilled at the sound of the door unlocking, opening, then closing, and they both nervously turned to look in the doorway. Poob stood there, holding a few bags of groceries and hair ruffled with a few bits of snowflakes on their jacket. "Seriously? On the couch?" They laughed, setting the groceries down on the breakfast table. Both Infected and Pest blushed, Infected scrambling and falling off the couch ungracefully and making Pest laugh.

"Pest was tickling mEeeEe!!! Under the guise of WARMING HIS HANDS." He said dramatically, leaning against the couch and wiping his face, not even trying to stop the smile that formed on his face at the realization of what happened settled in. He felt like his heart would burst if he even dared to look at Pest.

Poob smirked and leaned on the doorway threshold. "Oh, was he?" they said smugly, moving towards Infected and wiggling their fingers. He yelped, scooting away from Poob's fast approaching figure but accidentally falling right into Pest's arms. He trapped him, grinning as Infected struggled and Poob closed in on him. "Poob has been out in the freezing cold, you should also let them warm up." He teased, making Infected blush and stammer, his voice getting high pitched. "t-thErE'S NO WAY THAT actUALLy WORKED????"

"Pest's right, I'm freezing. I gotta see this for myself!" Laughing and playful yelling ensued.

#MICROWACING THEM IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW......#doing a little spin..#sfw #sfw tickling #tickling #tickle content #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic

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hongtiddiez · 11 days

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4 minutes ep 2 raw reactions

oh ok starting out intense again, i see.

still so fucking in love with the opening. what a haunting gorgeous image. no notes.

oop room 4 we know who that is. ooh 10:04pm

oh now i feel bad for saying tyme gave me bad vibes, he just has rbf. i get that lmao same

ohhh yikes great's friend sucks but i also don't trust dome.

i really feel like this shit with title is a red herring bc this would be way obvious with how aggro and shitty he's being.

ooh shit it's dat time - 11pm.

is his cheek bruised? oop yes it is.

oh. well. huh. hmm. OH. HEY MAN. WOW. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

HOW IS HE ASKING HIS BESTIE TO MURDER SOMEONE SO CASUALLY? BRUH. THE FUCK.

i dont like how lackadaisical great is about things and how complicit he is. like. i get this whole show is giving him a chance to NOT be complicit and give him 2nd chances to do the right thing but like. my guy. why are you like this? why don't you give a fuck about all the terrible shit happening around you?

rewinding real quick to see if i missed any numbers aside from the 00:04 and 00:00 - okay i did not.

but like... someone really needs to get view away from this guy pls. he still has a whole ass other person in his nasty clutches.

BOI LMAO. i thought he was gonna be shitty to great bc of his "mom" but no dr. rbf has a lil crush. but like, who can blame him?

DAYUMN OKAY. you're both fucking ridiculous. the palpable gay panic. but like, again, fair.

IT'S PRETTY DEEP LMAAAO. i shan't say it.

i'm wearing headphones and this song is way too bass-y in my ears, it's rattling my skull.

my guy half of that bandage is on his hair, you're a terrible doctor.

man i really love sammon shows, they really build this perfect level of tension.

OH HE'S DEAD. HOW FUCKIN' HARD DID HE HIT HIM DAMN.

that blood was left at midnight, it would NOT still be that red at, what? 6am? but okay. the magical humidity of thailand i guess.

EVIDENCE MARKER 4 I SEE YOU.

UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH WHUH OH WHOOPSIE OOOOH THIS WILL HAVE MORE LASTING REPERCUSSIONS ON THE NARRATIVE THAN I EXPECTED

great really doesn't seem like a bad guy, just more like he's not taking any sort of active role in the world around him.

whoa whoa whoa wait. what??? if title is there who the fuck is dead?

bruh this rich boy garage? there's no way there isn't-- yeah. that. a camera. dipshit. love the clock ticking effect on the perspective tho.

dr boyfriend!!! what are you doing here?

wait now that we know title is fucking crazy is he the one who shot tyme in the ep 1 preview thingy?

god DAMN tyme's legs are long.

BRO HE WANTS TO FUCK YOU SO BAD IT MAKES HIM LOOK SILLY. LMAAAO WE LOVE A RIZZLESS LOSER.

it's 11!! but at least there's a pretty kitty.

ohhh no. oh wow. korn buddy. i know you're working but like, at least a single word to him, c'mon. OH DO NOT YELL AT HIM.

BITCH I'LL KILL YOU IF TON KLA DOESN'T DO IT HIMSELF.

still REALLY confused who is dead and why tho, not gonna lie.

oh whaddup gun theerapanyakul 2.0

BUDDY USE YOUR NOGGIN. HE "TOOK CARE" OF HIM. C'MON.

straight sex in my bl??? also like. man. i was hoping to like korn but he can go to hell now for all i care. hope her pussy tastes like soot and ash.

how did i know detective man was gonna be a rebound. he was looking at him a little too intently.

WHOA. WHOAAA. DR RBF???? WHAT'RE YOU DOING? AND WHO IS DEAD? like am i stupid??? dome, title, and great were all at the field. great took dome to the hospital. title confronted great in the garage. so whomst is dead??

I UNDERSTAND EVEN LESS THAN I DID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE.

#oat reacts #4 minutes #4 minutes the series #tymegreat

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waitineedaname · 3 years

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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"

For benrey @ gordon?

“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”

“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”

“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”

“Yeah. Cow things.”

“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.

“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.

“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”

“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”

“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-

Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?

Aw, fuck.

They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!

Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.

One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.

That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.

And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.

That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.

Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.

By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.

“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.

“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”

Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.

“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”

Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”

“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”

“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.

“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”

“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”

“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”

“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.

“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.

“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”

The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.

“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”

“Night, Gordon.”

“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”

He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this is not my best work but my brain is toxic slutch rn so here you go!!!#I did not proofread this at ALL have fun lol

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xx-superstar · 3 years

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Valentines Day ONAF cast x Reader

Hi!! Sorry for not including any of the Flumpty clones or Golden Flumpty. I couldn’t think of anything for them :(

FLUMPTY BUMPTY:

-He was very, very prepared. Flumpty started the day by slowly shaking you awake. His innocent face smiling at your groggy awakening.

-“Good morning, my love…~” He cooed, rubbing your hand lovingly as he waited for you to wake up.

-“Huh— Whuh—“ *Insert you tiredly smacking your lips as you gather yourself up*

-He happily began the day with breakfast in bed, (toast with jam spread on it in the shape of a heart, hashbrowns and a salad with heart-shaped cherry tomatoes) and recited a poem dedicated to you

-Of course, everything had to be perfect for his beloved. At the snap of a finger, he had to immediately commence the next part of his planned day.

-He even wore a bow tie for you… Ain’t that sweet?

-Flumpty would never admit this, but he had this special day planned for the both of you.

-It’s all so corny and cheesy, and he knew this. That was the charm of all of it, y’know?

-Everything goes well in his favour, of course.

-He’s such a sweet egg. If you were to reward him for his hard work with a kiss to the forehead, or cheek..

-Oh, he’ll fry…

GRUNKFUSS THE CLOWN

-SO. UNPREPARED.

-He had completely lost track of time!!!

-Grunkfuss immediately scrapped up whatever he could for you, eventually caving in and going to ask for the other’s help.

-You, on the other hand… You already had something prepared for this shy clown.

-With very eager help from Beavowl, you whipped up some chocolates to give to Grunkfuss.

-With the two of you, your teamwork seriously helped with the presentation of these chocolates. They looked bomb, definitely something to be proud of.

-With very careful wrapping and whatnot, you deliver them to the door of his room with a handwritten note.

-Of course, Grunkfuss had been freaking the fuck out in the corner. Flumpty had been desperately trying to console him through this ordeal.

-The gentle knocking of your knuckles rapping against the frame of the door eventually stopped his fretting, and he crawled over to retrieve what you had left him.

-Oh how he trembled from the sheer joy he felt..

-He screamed into his hands, sounding like a fangirling little girl.

-Thing is, Grunkfuss didn’t even try the chocolates. He was far too busy ordering a display case for them.

-Beavowl complained about it, going on and on about how long you two (three…?) spent preparing them.

-Grunkfuss barked back yapping on about how a treasure such as this should be stored and preserved.

-…What the fuck Grunkfuss

BIRTHDAY BOY BLAM:

-Kevin Jr. greeted you when you came over, actually.

-“Good afternoon, my dear.” He bowed to you as a greeting.

-“Hello—“

-You prepared something for him, too. A brand new hat, a nice picnic.. You even dressed up nicely yourself.

-You two had to battle in order to choose which one would lead the day.

-After a small kiss on his forehead, he finally succumbed and went on with the picnic in a lovely park.

-You two had a wonderful time. You laughed, loved, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

-Blam had lost himself in you a few times, often staring at you lovingly.

-You two found a branch to sit on, and so there you sat. Hand in hand, enjoying the rest of your picnic.

-It was then that your heart skipped a beat when he leaned over to sweetly kiss your cheek.

-You covered his face with small kisses after that.

BEAVOWL THE…… THING.

-They were very much prepared, surprising you with a lovely song.

-It was very out-of-character for them, you really didn’t see them as a singer. Hearing the two harmonize sounded absolutely lovely to your ears. How they held your hands and spun you while the rest of the gang played all sorts of instruments to make this mix-and-match serenade smooth you over.

-You wouldn’t imagine the relief they felt when you expressed just how much you loved the performance. Beavowl was a bit of a perfectionist, all coming from the owl of course.

-The gang was spared of having their throats ripped out for playing correctly. Those weeks of the Beavowl waving around that knife in their faces paid off.

-Poor, poor Redman. He’s trying his best ok :(

-“How was the performance, my lovely?” They pulled you close to themself, looking into your eyes lovingly.

-“It was amazing, love..” You smile and kiss their cheek, chuckling as you see them stumble over their words and completely break their façade.

-They were just trying to be fancy an romantic…

THE REDMAN

-The dude emerges from the campfire and immediately went on a search for you. He mumbled and chirred, his little feet clacking against the ground as he searched.

-Now immediately spotting you, his pupils grow in size as he comes charging in your direction, his little arms out for a hug. His churrs got louder and gaining in pitch.

-He’s going to absolutely smother you today. Even someone like him knows just how special this day is.

-The Redman absolutely clings to you for the entire day, staying within close proximity if you had to do something like go to the bathroom.

-He usually paws and screeches at the door, desperate for your attention. Separation anxiety much?

-He takes naps on you for the day, often resting his skull in the crook of your neck. Yes, he is uncomfortably warm.

-He’s very upset that he can’t kiss you, though quickly grows to a boiling point if you were to kiss his little skull.

-Oh, how he squeals and churr…

#one night at flumpty's #birthday boy blam onaf #the redman #onaf flumpty bumpty #flumpty bumpty #onaf x reader #garcello onaf #my writing #my headcanons #the beavowl #request #requests open #grunkfuss the clown #Grunkfuss onaf

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fruitcoops · 4 years

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could you do prompt 78 + 79 for coops or oknutzy?

Hello anon! I combined a few different asks for this long-awaited smut. It clocks in at 3820 words and took me about four hours to write; enjoy! This follows events from Tiktok Trend #19. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for a fabric gag and the resulting difficulty with speech

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

Prompt 79: “Make me”

“Is it away?” Remus asked as he straddled Sirius’ waist, running his hands up and down his chest.

“It’s away, it’s away, I promise,” Sirius panted.

He stopped moving. “Are you sure? Because I really don’t want an accidental sex tape on Tiktok.”

Sirius groaned in frustration and pointedly turned his phone off, shutting it in the nightstand drawer for good measure. “There. Are we good?”

“I dunno…” Remus trailed one finger in a slow line down his torso, pulling back just before the waistline of those ridiculously tight boxer briefs. Sirius rarely wore them—the soft, snug fabric had an unexplainable effect on Remus that resulted in many, many long nights after fancy events. “I might have to make you wait for it.”

“Why?” Sirius pouted, grinding up slightly. “That’s not very nice of you.”

“Since when am I nice?” Remus teased, leaning down to kiss him. He closed his eyes partway there, fully expecting to feel soft lips pressing against his own, only for the world to turn upside-down as Sirius flipped them. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“We’re not doing teasing right now,” Sirius said, skimming his hands down Remus’ ribs and sliding his thighs up. “At least, you’re not teasing me.”

“Are you sure? Last I checked, you liked it when I teased you for hours, and hours, and hours.” A light shiver ran down Sirius’ body and he grinned. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Shhh.” Sirius held his finger against Remus’ lips, and he nipped at it lightly. “Hey, that was rude.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“If you want to be good, you’ll have to cut that out.”

Remus leaned up on his elbows until their faces were a mere few inches apart. A challenge lit in Sirius’ eye and he smirked. “Who says I want to be good?”

“You always want to be good.” Sirius’ hands curled around his waist as their noses brushed; Remus could practically taste his anticipation. “And part of being good is learning to shut the fuck up sometimes.”

Remus bit down on the edge of his jaw, making him gasp, then leaned back. “Make me.”

He was flat on his back in the blink of an eye, one of Sirius’ hands holding both his wrists above his head and his thighs pinning Remus’ hips down. He rummaged in the nightstand for a second without breaking eye contact. “You really want to go there?”

“I really do.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“You better not. If you do, I’m going to—” Remus’s threat was cut off by a wad of something that was suddenly stuffed in his mouth, which was a shame, because he knew it would have been kinky enough to catch Sirius off-guard. His eyes went wide and his breath stuttered.

“Is that okay?” Sirius asked, slowly letting go of his wrists. Remus felt around it with his tongue and teeth: it was small enough not to cut off his airflow, but present enough to make him feel a flutter of something incredibly exciting. He nodded, and Sirius visibly relaxed.

“Whuh iff—” This time, Remus stopped himself short. Gag. Right. Can’t talk. And, oh, wasn’t that an interesting development? He shifted under Sirius, adjusting to the feeling as he tried to work his tongue into a better position. “Whuh iff ih?”

Sirius’ pupils dilated and a sense of satisfaction made Remus’ toes curl. This was turning Sirius on just as much as it was making his own brain foggy. “Are you asking what it is?” He nodded, and Sirius pulled it back out. The tie was a little damp from being in his mouth, but otherwise exactly as it had been the last time they used it for winding around Sirius’ wrists. “I thought you might recognize it.”

“Well, it was a little out of my eyeline,” he said drily. When Sirius rolled his eyes, he nudged him none too gently with his knee. “What are you waiting for? Put it back.”

“Safeword?”

“That’s not going to be very helpful.”

Sirius frowned, studiously ignoring the small rolls of Remus’ hips in the way only he could. “If you want it off, tap me twice on the shoulder, okay?”

“Got it.” He practiced once for confirmation. “What if I want to smack your ass instead?”

The heavy sigh that earned him was well worth the trouble; within a couple seconds, Sirius had fitted the fabric between his teeth and tied it at the nape of his neck. “Shoulder only. Does that feel good? Not too tight?”

In response, Remus bit down on it and grinned up at him.

“One of these days, you’re going to kill me,” Sirius said as he began working a hickey on his pulse point. “I’ll just keel over and you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. Here lies Sirius Black, who up and died because his wickedly hot husband was just too fucking kinky.”

That word—that goddamn word. Husband. Remus gripped his biceps as a wave of tingles washed over him and Sirius raised an eyebrow in question. “Hubban’?” he managed.

“I assume we’ll be married by that point.” The twinkle in his eye did not go unnoticed as he turned back to his work. “Knowing us, the wedding night is probably what’ll do me in.”

“Oo lub ih.”

“I do love it.” He moved back up until they were eye to eye. “I love you.”

“Shallig.”

“What?”

“Shallig,” Remus tried again, frustrated. He hitched his thighs around Sirius’ sharp hipbones, holding tight as he tugged down. “Yur shallig.”

“I’m stalling?” Sirius laughed, kissing his forehead. “I’m telling you I love you.”

“I lub oo hoo, c’mon.” He was perfectly aware of the whine creeping into his voice, thank you very much; the smug look on Sirius’ face was completely unnecessary (but still appreciated).

“Ugh, you’re so needy,” Sirius sighed as he began leaving open-mouthed kisses down Remus’ chest with a playful smile.

“Needy?” Indignation flamed in his throat and he struggled to sit up. That was the most coherent word he had managed yet—Sirius looked a little surprised. “Needy? Me? Oo bah-uhmed fer a week buhcuz he wuff tired? Oo—”

“Okay, okay, don’t hurt yourself,” Sirius laughed, placing a series of small kisses to his cheeks and forehead. “I was teasing you, sweetheart, you’re not needy. You know, the whole point of the gag is that you don’t talk…”

“Awrigh, uh’ll be quofhjshf.” He frowned. “Quhsdfhjgh. Fuckin’—Uh. Wiw. Be. Quruwiyyfh.”

“You’ll be quiet?” Sirius offered, biting down a grin when Remus nodded in exasperation and settled back onto the mattress. “Good to know. I don’t think you can do it, but you’re welcome to give it a shot.”

Remus immediately started sitting up again, only for Sirius’ palm on his sternum to press him right back down.

“No.”

There you are. He closed his eyes as Sirius’ lips feathered above his navel, but the combination of losing both sight and speech was off-putting. Not in a bad way, just…different. More different than he was planning on experiencing tonight. He opened them again just as a warm mouth closed over the outside of his underwear, and stretched upward, reaching to the headboard for some sense of stability. “Mmmmm.”

“Still okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm.” Remus reached down to slide his underwear out of the way, only for Sirius to bat at his hands. “Mmm.”

“I said no.”

“Yeff, Cabdin,” he said with gentle mockery.

Sirius rested his chin on his hands and Remus mentally kicked himself for the loss of contact. “You’re really going for it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Shoo me, ‘m horny.”

Both of them burst out laughing at that and Sirius kissed him just above the edge of the gag at each corner of his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Uh lub oo hoo.” He couldn’t really smile, but he hoped Sirius could feel the overwhelming affection radiating off him all the same. “Pleev fuck me.”

“I’m getting there, be patient!” Thankfully, Sirius hooked his fingers in the band of his underwear and pulled them off before scooting between his legs once more. “Are you going to be good for me now?”

“…uh’ll think uhbut ih.” Remus hummed as Sirius’ mouth closed over the top of his dick. “Duhn get yer hobes up.”

Sirius moved to lick along the shaft. “My hopes are up because I know you, sweetheart. Ten minutes and you’ll be a mess.”

Remus couldn’t even argue with that—he was already halfway there. Ten minutes may as well have been a millennium. Sirius finally took him all the way in after a few more minutes of working him up and Remus moaned, twisting a handful of the pillow in his grasp. “Unh.”

“What?”

He blinked some of the haze away. “Huh?”

“Thought you said something, never mind.” Sirius dipped down again, taking him until the head of his dick brushed the back of his throat and Remus shuddered with the effort of keeping himself still. Sirius groaned as he pulled lightly on his hair and Remus’ whole chest hitched at the vibration. He sat up just as Remus began teetering on the edge and smoothed his hands down his legs. “Good?”

“Uh-huh,” Remus grabbed his forearms and tugged. “Duhn stah, duhn stah pleev.”

“Don’t stop?” At his frantic nod, Sirius detached himself and leaned to the side. A broken cry escaped Remus’ mouth—immediately, he turned back, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Duhn leeb,” he begged. “Duhn leeb, suh close.” An aftershock ran through him like electricity and his legs twitched.

“Is it too much?” Sirius asked gently. Remus shook his head desperately. “Okay, okay, easy, sweetheart.” The nickname spurred an indescribable feeling to roll over him, making his eyes flutter shut as he flexed his hands around Sirius’ arms. Had he always been that strong, or were Remus’ senses just fucking with him? “Remus, I need you to look at me.”

With monumental effort, he opened his eyes and focused on Sirius. “Hmm?”

A shaky exhale left his lungs and he began rubbing his palms along Remus’ arms. “I know you’re super turned on right now, but you’ve got to calm down a little bit. Is it alright if I get the lube?”

Lube. He’s getting lube. He’s going to fuck me. Oh, god.

“Remus?” His eyes had glazed over and he quickly found Sirius again, nodding slowly. “Do you want me to take the gag off?”

Another head shake.

“It’s okay if you don’t last very long.” Sirius licked his lips like his mouth was dry and brushed a sweat-damp curl out of Remus’ eyes. “I might not either, to be honest.”

Vaguely, Remus wondered if his nose was whistling or if he was just whining on every breath. Mysteries of the world, he thought giddily as Sirius uncapped the familiar bottle and spread some on his fingers.

It took a bit to get the first finger in—Remus was wound up wire-tight and nearly bruised Sirius’ wrist when his thighs snapped closed on the initial press, making them both gasp. “Suhrry, suhrry.”

“Shh, just take some deep breaths for me,” Sirius said as he began moving it at a steady pace. Remus stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm himself; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—

“Ohhhhh.” The second finger added an extra pressure that he hadn’t known he needed. One more and then he’ll fuck you. Just hang on for one more. In and out, Lupin, come on.

“Sweetheart?” Sirius swam into his field of view and he sighed, feeling every muscle loosen just slightly. Safe, he thought deliriously. That’s safe. “Re, I’m going to do four, alright? It’s just—you’re really tight today and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He felt his eyes go huge at the thought.

Sirius quickly backpedaled. “No, hey, don’t panic, we can just do this. I am one hundred percent okay with fingering you or giving you a blowjob, I promise. We don’t have to do anything else.”

Remus huffed. “Uh wahn ih.”

“Honey, I can’t understand you:” Sirius pressed his lips together and reached for the knot. “Maybe we should take this off—”

“Nuh!” Remus tilted his head sideways before he touched it. “Nuh-uh. M’okay. Oo wahn to take ih off?”

Sirius hesitated. “Not really…”

He reached up, cupping Sirius’ face between his palms and pulling him down until their foreheads touched. “M’okay. Promise. ‘s good. If oo wahn ih, ‘n uh wahn ih, ‘s okay. Uh lub you.”

A small smile tilted the corner of his mouth. “Hey, you got a whole word there.”

“Shush,” Remus laughed, swatting his chest as he sat up again. Unfortunately, the hard ‘sh’ sound dampened the tie even further and he made a face at the wetness gathering around his lips.

“Do you want me to go a little slower?” Sirius asked as he slicked up a third finger. Remus gave him a look. “Or not.”

Sirius was ninety-nine percent sure he was going to spontaneously combust before he even got his dick involved. Just blowing Remus and hearing the noises he made around that damn tie was nearly enough to get him off untouched; it was equal parts thrilling and terrifying to think about actually being inside him.

The fourth finger slid in surprisingly easily compared to the first three, which had threatened to snap off every time a new wave of pleasure made Remus seize up from head to toe and drew stifled moans from that beautiful throat. The constant litany of come on come on come on was driving him crazy, but he was afraid that if he let go too much they would both just dissolve.

“Alright, sweetheart, are you ready?” he asked as he lubed his dick up and moved to look at Remus properly. His eyes were glassy and his lips were shiny around the soaked fabric; he had never looked more beautiful as he nodded, mumbling something incoherent.

Remus was blazing hot as he pushed in, moreso than Sirius had ever felt. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and kept going, inch by inch, until their hips were flush together and gasping whimpers accompanied the majority of Remus’ breaths.

“Are you okay?”

Remus seemed to snap out of his daze at that, sliding his arms down Sirius’ back with hard pressure. “Mhmm.”

“Good job.” Fuck, no! He gasped at the sudden tightness around his dick as Remus absorbed the praise. He had tried to avoid it up until now for exactly that reason.

“Muh,” Remus demanded breathlessly.

“Move?”

He made a face. “Muh.”

“More?” Bright eyes and a nod. “You want me to talk more or move more?”

Remus paused for a moment. “Boff?”

“I can do both, yeah,” Sirius laughed, kissing the corner of his lip. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

The pads of Remus’ fingers pressed down hard into his back as he rocked in a bit and a low groan rumbled against his chest.

“You are, sweetheart. You’re such a chatterbox, but you’re being so good for me right now.” He made a path of feather-light kisses up Remus’ neck. “Earlier, you were pushing every button you could find, but this is what you were after all along, huh?”

Remus nodded and his eyes rolled back as Sirius angled upward, drawing a strangled yelp from him.

“Two taps if it’s too much, Re,” he murmured as he picked up the pace. Muffled and slurred strings of sentences jumbled together. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Tu es débauché, mon coeur. Like a fallen angel.”

“ ‘n angel th’ts getting’ fucked by ‘is fiancé.”

“Exactly.” Sirius smiled when he saw the sharp edges of a grin forming on Remus’ face. Oh, you’re so out of it, he thought as Remus’ leg pressed into his side. Look who’s laughing now. “Hey.”

“Ngh?”

“I love you.” Remus mumbled a response and his abdomen jolted. That’s fun. “Remus, I love you.”

“Uh lub—hnnn.” The words stuck somewhere in his mouth as a shaky moan took their place and he pushed back into Sirius’ thrusts. “Uh lub, uh lub, oh fuck.”

“Are you almost there?” Remus nodded with a breathless whine. “Alright, hold on.”

He moved to pull out and get more lube, but Remus’ thighs squeezed around him and stopped him in his tracks. “Nuh.”

“Wh—” Sirius tilted to the side a bit, but found he really couldn’t move much, even though Remus’ legs shook with the strain. “Re, I was going to get more lube.”

“Duhn need ih. All good.” He tugged at his shoulders, clearly trying to pull him back down. “Pleev, b’by.”

He raised his eyebrows and slowly returned to his previous position, sinking in to the hilt as Remus’ breaths caught in his chest. “Is this what you want?” After taking a moment to catch up, he nodded quickly. “You’re so cute, oh my god. You’re barely even here right now, huh?”

Some of the blissed-out haze melted away and Remus gave him an indignant look. “ ‘m here. Bold iff oo t’assume yer thah good.”

“I think it’s a safe assumption.”

“Mehbeh.”

“Mhmm.”

“Yer thah good, who’m uh kiddig.” Remus settled his shoulders back and sighed. “ ‘s good, Shurrus. ‘s good.” He frowned suddenly. “Shurrus. Shur-ee-ush.” His frown became a pout and he made a disgruntled noise.

“What?”

“Can’t shay yer name,” he said sadly. “Sheer-ee-us. Ha! Clohsh ‘nuff.”

Warm adoration wove through every fiber of Sirius’ being and he sighed happily. “You’re amazing.”

“Why’re oo lookin’ ah me like tha’?” A smile crinkled the edges of his eyes. “ ‘m all shlobbery.”

“You’re a little slobbery,” Sirius admitted, kissing his cheek. “But you’re still amazing. Ready?”

“Pleev.”

So he might have gone back on his original plan of taking it slow. Just maybe. But, hey, riling Remus up was fun. Sue him.

Sure enough, Remus was a mess within ten minutes. Far less than that, actually; the choked moans and wavering cries that slipped around the gag he held between clenched teeth started up almost immediately after Sirius wrapped one of his legs around his waist and lifted his hips off the mattress just right.

“You sound so good, sweetheart,” he said lowly, scraping his teeth over Remus’ collarbone as he scrambled for purchase on his shoulder blades. The nickname made him whine. “If you calm down a bit, you’ll remember this better.”

Remus shook his head frantically and his hair fell into his eyes.

“Shhh.” Sirius ran his fingers through his curls, then kept his hand there to cradle the side of his head. “Shhh, mon coeur, I’ve got you.”

The dry sobs catching and releasing in his throat would have worried Sirius if he didn’t look so damn happy, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. A constant string of muffled words replaced the noises as a flush spread up his chest and his hold tightened.

“What are you saying, Re?” He mouthed along his neck and Remus shivered, but never stopped talking. Realization hit Sirius like a puck to the face—I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. It never ended, never faltered, even as Remus’ back arched. “I love you, too.”

That was the tipping point. Remus’ hand slammed down to the mattress with a dull thud and he groaned, going rigid before falling completely limp. Sirius thrusted in half a dozen times before following suit; every time, it felt like he was grabbing Remus’ hand and leaping over a cliff into deep water below. He gasped into his neck, feeling a clumsy hand comb through the slightly-too-long hair above his ear as a low voice mumbled assurances to him.

“Sheer-ee-ush, you wi’ me?” Remus’ voice was hoarse and unbearably comforting. He was so careful with Sirius’ name, so deliberate in getting it right. It made his heart pound.

“Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart.” He pulled out and they both winced a little bit, but he dragged himself up to fumble with the knot at the base of Remus’ neck all the same. “When did this move?”

Remus licked his lips as the tie came out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow. “It’s cute that you think I was paying attention to that,” he croaked, laughing slightly as Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“Sorry, I should’ve known. Oh, ouch.” He ran the pad of his thumb along the faint red marks left by the fabric and frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so okay, you have no idea.” Remus paused and cocked his head. “A little damp. A little sticky. Definitely want to wash my face and have some tea before I lose my voice. Do you still have the good chapstick?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom, I think.” Sirius scooted over and Remus slung his legs over the bed with a soft groan. He managed to stand up a whole six inches before sitting back down.

“Legs are still kind of shaky, never mind.”

“Kind of?”

“A lot. I really want a nap.”

“I’m going to go to the bathroom really quick and then I think I’ll join you in that,” Sirius said as he stood up, stumbling slightly while he tugged his sweatpants on for warmth. The bathroom floor was ice-cold compared to their bed and he grabbed what he needed at light speed: chapstick, water glass, damp washcloth, done.

“What, no tea?” Remus teased when he returned and handed him the washcloth. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, love.” He drank half the cup in two gulps before handing it to Remus, who was still scrubbing his face clean. “Are you sure you’re alright? The tie was pretty tight at the end there.”

Remus glanced over at him. “Mhm, I’m just still all buzzy. That was perfect. How about you?”

Sirius snorted. “Très bien. This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I thought you were extra chatty today. How long have you been sitting on this?” Remus stayed quiet, but the edge of his mouth twitched. “Re.”

“Since I tied your wrists.”

“A month?!” Sirius let his head fall back against the headboard. “We could have been doing this for a month?”

“Maybe not a month straight,” Remus laughed, setting the cloth and water cup on his nightstand and dragging Sirius under his arm for a snuggle. “I definitely blacked out once or twice there.”

Sirius let himself go boneless and they slid down with the combined weight, pulling the blankets up to their shoulders as Remus laid his head on his chest. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, baby.” Sirius could feel Remus smiling against his skin as they drifted off together.

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windscattered · 3 years

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One morning, Delano showed up to work with a tiny kitten in his hand. The first thing he did was shove it on Daxton as soon as he saw him.

“Buh, whuh, huh??” Dax sputtered. “Who is this? Where did they come from?? Dude, what?!”

“I dunno,” Delano said. “Found it near my apartment and it followed me for a few buildings before I picked it up.”

“And you’re giving them to me??” Dax sounded… outraged? Shocked?

“Where else am I going to put it?”

“No,” Dax breathed. “Nononononono. You can’t just do that.”

Delano gave him a look. “I just did.”

“No,” Dax repeated, lifting the kitten back to Delano. “This kitten chose you! You can’t just pawn them off to the first rando you see.”

“You’re not a rando, and not the first one I saw,” Delano said, not making a move to take the kitten back. “I know you like cats, I can trust you to not kill it.”

Dax has to take a second to clutch his chest with his free hand. Both because this was validation of their friendship but also because it was some of the stupidest horseshit he’s heard in a while. “Deli, you don’t get it, do you. This kitten. Chose you.”

Delano frowns in confusion. “Thanks? I guess? Incredibly bad choice but thanks? I also don’t know shit about cats.”

“Dude,” Dax said, patting Delano’s shoulder and pressing the kitten to Delano’s chest. “This is what I was born for. To teach people about cats.”

Delano looked down at the kitten. It goggled back up at him with massive, wide eyes. It narrowed its eyes and lifted its tiny nose at him. What was that supposed to mean? Bastard.

…The little fucker actually was kind of cute. Just as Delano made a move to take the kitten, Dax suddenly pulled back.

“Actually let me check really quick if it’s a male or female,” Dax said, turning the kitten to look at its butt.

After determining that the kitten was female, she was delivered back to Delano. She was so small that she could easily sit on Delano’s palm, which she did, still staring up at Delano with grey eyes. A little, cream-coloured fuzzball with faint stripes.

“I guess you’re stuck with me, kid,” Delano said.

The kitten blinked at him.

#drabble #ic: delano #ic: daxton

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bluecloudious · 3 years

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Kinda angst I guess (but it has Zanaz so take that with a grain of salt)

Trying out writing a story this time.

I mean, yeah, I wrote for the comics, but not long dialog.

So yea, as per both the funni boys mature content warning. (There's no canoodling, there is talk of it tho.)

Also there's quite a bit of text (8 pages worth on Word)

So ye:

“Get up, I have some juicy gossip for you.”

...What?

I open my eyes and the world around me is blinding. It’s so bright that it takes a second to adjust to it. There’s nothing around me other than vast white and empty space.

This definitely isn’t Nevada anymore. (Unless Hank managed to ruin everything even further somehow.)

“Get up now, I know you heard me.”

I get up and look around. Who the hell is talking? There’s literally nothing but white for miles.

“I’m in your head, pretty boy.”

Uh, that…

“I’m holding my eyes closed, don’t worry. I regret ever having them open in here, in fact.”

Welp, that answers that. Now for the other question.

“Who I am is not important. What info I have, may be of interest, though.”

Alright?

“There’s a deal attached to this knowledge, Zanaz. Hear me out before you start fidgeting.”

I’ll sure try.

“You know Kits, right?”

No duh, he’s my best friend.

“Excellent. He’s going to die soon.”

…

What?! Wha, when, how, uh--

“Calm down, jitterbug. There’s nothing you can do to stop his fate, so don’t try. If he doesn’t die one way, another thing will go wrong. Understand?”

I-- NO! What the fuck?! Are you gonna kill him?!

“No, not me. I’m just sharing the news.”

Yeah, right, sure. Fucking… When then?

“Soon.”

How soon? In a month, week or a few days?

“Hm… A month then, give or take.”

...Fuck… How?

“Depends on what leads up to it.”

So, there are a lot of different ways it can happen, right?

“Indeed there are.”

...Do I die with him?

“No.”

NO?! In none of the different variations, I don’t die by his side?

“Oh, you can be by his side, of course. But death isn’t after you.”

What if I try to block a bullet, but it goes through both of us.

“Oddly specific. You’ll still survive.”

What if I block it with my head?!

“Brain damage, possible vegetable state. Will still survive though.”

What if Hank slices us with one of his multiple katanas?!

“People have lived through being sliced in half before.”

WHAT.

“This world has zombie clowns with god like powers and the AAHW is lead by a man consisting of black fire.”

...Ugh, fair enough. So… Wait those are all possible deaths for him?

“If you do everything in your power for it to happen, then yes.”

I… I can kill him before his time?

“Of course! You have free will, don’t you? It’s more of a question if you want to.”

Of course I fucking don’t! I care about him!

“I saw. You daydream about him an uncomfortable amount.”

He’s the main person I’m around, give me a break!

“Have you ever considered not being horny?”

Until I’m castrated, there’ll be nothing of the sorts.

“You’re not even fertile! None of the clones are!”

You think I’m tryna get anyone pregnant at this sausage fest? Besides, that has not stopped me before.

“I refuse to believe that any of those scenes I saw play out in your head happened for real.”

You’d be surprised then.

“WHICH?!?”

Those are for me to treasure.

“...You’re pulling my leg.”

Believe what you want.

“Augh, never mind, TMI. Back onto the topic at hand.”

Oh, yeah, right. Kit… Dying…

Could you for real not give me a date?

“If it depends on the circumstances beforehand, then there’s no possible way to tell which one belongs to this timeline.”

And that means…?

“I don’t know how this Kits dies.”

Can I at least warn him?

“Well, there’s where the other side of the deal comes in. If you tell him, then the effect kicks in immediately.”

What effect? Death?

“Precisely.”

...Ah. Wait, so if I don’t tell him, he dies in a month but if I do, he dies immediately? Of what?

“Stroke, heart attack or brain aneurysm. Chosen at random. Oh, also sneak assassination. That’s also a valid option.”

...This feels set up.

“Mh?”

This feels like either you or whoever sent you here set this up so I’d suffer. You enjoy the pain of others, don’t you?

“I’m only the messen--”

Yeah, yeah, Messenger Bullshit. Then whoever decided this is probably a reality tv producer, who is jacking off to someone pushing in the soft part of a baby’s skull as we speak. You encourage such behaviour by working with them, ya know.

“...Do you think you sound smart?”

I know for a fact I’m not, so no. I’m pretty sure I’m on the money with this one though.

“If I wasn’t here then Kits’ death would come as a surprise to you though!”

I’d prefer that, actually! Now I have to deal with knowing that he… He… Won’t be here anymore soon.

“Well, knowing how overwhelmingly perverted you are, wouldn’t you wanna grab this opportunity?”

...What?

“Shoot your shot, ask him out. Not like you could do it with a corpse… …Right…?”

I may be horny, but I’m not messed up.

“Had to make sure.”

Ugh, you’re just making fun of me, aren’t you?

“Which instance are you referring to?”

Kit would never date me.

“And why exactly do you think that?”

He has standards?

“You’re a decently handsome fellow. You also get along with him just fine.”

That… That’s not a determinant of shit like that. There’s way better out there for him.

“He won’t meet em then. Only a month to live, remember?”

I… It’s not worth it.

“What isn’t?”

I know he’ll say no, there’s no point in trying.

“How do you know for sure until you actually ask?”

Cause it’s obvious! He’s actually got a brain in his noggin and he knows me way too well! He’d be fucking disgusted, man! We’re just friends and that’s that.

“Do you not want to then?”

...Why do you assume I do? How do you know that those aren’t just blissful fantasies like the rest of them?

“He’s the only one that you dream of in a non-perverted way. I see no other person in this graphic landscape that you want to hold hands with. (Also, I am closing my eyes again now, Jebus Christoff.)”

...Ffffuck.

“Well, did hit the nail on the head?”

Y-You’re stupid and gay!

“I’m rubber, you’re glue.”

That doesn’t affect me, I’m already openly gay and stupid!

“I guess we’re both such then.”

Dammit.

“So, you gonna give him a month to remember or not?”

…Eh?

“Come on, how much romance could a member of the A.A.H.W. really experience throughout their lifetime? If you’d make this month worth his and your own time, perhaps it would be less painful to see him go? At least he died happy?”

THAT WOULD BE EXTRA PAINFUL FOR ME, THOUGH!

“Oop, Zanaz selfish, you heard it here first, folks.”

That’s not what I meant. I’d already be upset over losing my best friend, imagine how fucking devastating losing a sweetheart would be.

“…I dunno, still sounds selfish to me. Does his happiness not mean anything to you?”

Who says he’d be happy with me?

“I know you want to make him happy, at least. You dream about his smile.”

STOP FUCKING LOOKING THOUGH MY THOUGHTS!!

“I’m not looking anymore, I just memorized the ones I already saw. (I wish I couldn’t.)”

I- You- Fucking-- UggHHH! It’s not worth it!

“What exactly do you imagine will happen if you tell him how you feel, huh? World combusts?”

I already told you, he already knows way too much about me! He’d be fucking grossed out and we’ll… We’ll stop being friends.

He’d quicken his pace whenever we’d have to pass each other in one of the halls. He’d desperately keep his glance away from me. He’d… I’d stop being the main person he talks and comes to company for a-and I can’t fucking have that, man!

I-I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He means too much to me.

“…I had no idea you were this insecure.”

FUCK OFF! It’s a bitter reality that I’ve come to accept!

“You haven’t even given it a shot!”

You don’t need to get crushed by a piano to know you’d die on impact!

“Those two things don’t correlate even remotely!”

It’s a metaphor!

“I know that, I’m saying that Kits has a thing for you too!”

…He what?

“He has major league crush on you! The things you say when play-flirting excite him! He’s gotten off to the thought of you touching him up! The works! (Why did I word it like that?)”

Whuh-- How the fuck do you know this??

“While you were monologuing, I visited his subconscious and confirmed it for myself.”

You can do that??

“You don’t even know my name.”

...Fair nuff. So, wait, he’s actually gotten off thinking about me?

“I don’t even need to open my eyes to already know you’re imagining it. Short answer, yes. He’s into you, Zanaz.”

Augh, I dunno what to do with this info. It’s kinda... Overwhelming in a way.

Actually, wait, how do I know you haven’t been lying to me this whole time?

“I’m an incorporeal voice in your head that’s having a back and forth with you in a white void.”

Yeah, and?

“…I’m supernatural?”

Yeah, and?

“Come on! I just know, okay?!”

Sounds fake, not gonna lie.

“The part where I knew that Kits was gonna die was convincing, but the moment I mention that he might have a thing for you, you question the validity of my claims thus far??”

One sounds way more far-fetched than the other, you gotta admit.

“NO IT DOESN’T?!?!”

For you maybe! I’ve known him since I’ve been out the cloning tube! We became agents together! I think I’d know what kinda stuff is off the table for him, buddy.

“Well, not only are you wrong, you’re in denial.”

I am not!

“Then try it! Just attempt asking him out! In the very least, you’ll remain friends after. I promise you. Cross my heart and all that jazz.”

…

…You’re absolutely positive? You are also the person that told me he’d die in a month’s time.

“A hundred percent positive. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You have a life?

“Unfortunately. So, you’ll do it?”

Why’re you so adamant about me fucking Kits?

“Affgdgfdgfg, it’s not about you fucking him, it’s you making his last living month worthwhile!”

Okay, so, why do you want me to do that?

“…Do you not??”

I mean, I guess that sounds worth my time. But you didn’t answer my question.

“Sorry for assuming that you want the person you’re madly in love with to be happy, I guess??”

Apology accepted. Now, how do I get outta here?

“Ugh, just wake up.”

Whu--

And I’m sitting up in my own mat, back at the facility. The clock shows that it’s early morning.

What the fuck do I make of what I just saw? Or heard, for that matter? It clearly wasn’t a normal dream, I never remember those. Plus the topic tends to blur together usually.

I gotta tell-- Wait, I can’t do that, fuck.

…

It’s way to early for shit like this, man!!

Augh…

#It's got pictures <:)#OC #Madness combat #I took my time with this one and like how it came out #Augh I had to even edit the text and shit on Tumblr...#I be like *gives Zanaz even more personality*#KitZan

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osakaso5 · 4 years

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La Danse Macabre

Episode 40-2: Unheard Voices, Delivered Voices

Chapter Index

Three Years Later

Cura: Uuuugh!!!

Cura: Damn, I'm tired! These fights just won't end.

Rebellion Fighter: C'mon, Cura, there's no need to get mad.

Cura: I know. I just wish we had more people around here.

Cura: Nerve's been acting real suspicious lately. I have no idea what they're planning.

[Door opens]

Reue: Yawn... Now that was a good nap.

Cura: ........

Reue: Lately, I've been feeling just awful right before and after waking up. Maybe my age is starting to get the best of me.

Rebellion Fighter: G-good morning, sir.

Reue: Mornin'.

Cura: You DO realize that you're technically our second highest ranking member?

Reue: Well, if it isn't Mr. Top Dog. Hard at work as always, I see.

Cura: You should give working a chance yourself, Reue.

Reue: No thanks~. Libel promised me a job that requires as little effort as possible.

Cura: Ugh... You mean the asshole who went and died, right after making promises he didn't have to keep..?

Reue: Hahaha, you're such a jokester.

Rebellion Fighter: Cura! The transportation team from District 4 has run into a Unity Order patrol! They're requesting immediate backup!

Cura: What, seriously? Let's get 'em on the monitor.

Cura: This looks bad... Do we have any free squads nearby..?

Reue: Ah, I think we've got it covered.

Cura: Huh?

Reue: I thought this might happen, so I already sent over a certain someone.

- - - -

Unity Order Troop: For the Church of Nerve... For Master Misericorde...

Rebellion Fighter: Crap... They've got us surrounded...

Unity Order Troop: For the Church of Nerve... For Master Misericorde...

Rebellion Fighter: I've sent an emergency signal to the base! But...

Rebellion Fighter: I don't think we're gonna make it...

Leiden: Hold up!!!

Rebellion Fighters: ......!?

Leiden: I came to save your asses!

Rebellion Fighter: ...Leiden!

Unity Order Troop: That's...

Unity Order Troop: One of the traitors...

Leiden: Hmm.

Leiden: ...Traitor, huh? Sure, I guess I am...

Leiden: And that's just fine by me. I've really thought this through, even with my empty head.

Unity Order Troop: Stay on guard...

Unity Order Troop: We all strike at the same time..! For the Church of Nerve!

Leiden: Yeah, come at me! I fight for myself!

Leiden: Because I'm Rebellion's Leiden!

Leiden: Don't you forget that!!!

- - - -

Cura: Oh, Leiden's going there. That's a relief...

Reue: Isn't it?

Cura: Fine, I guess you helped. ...But could you at least let me know when you send out more troops?

Reue: Hahaha. When I notice an oversight in your orders, I can't help but want to fix it.

Cura: You sly old man...

Reue: Come to think of it, it's been around three years since Eternea died and Misericorde took over as the ruler of the church.

Reue: And because of Misericorde, the Unity Order is even more deeply tied to the church now.

Reue: Eternea must've been holding the church back.

Reue: The current Ark follows Misericorde's orders like a hive mind.

Reue: It'll be tough to bring them down. They've never been quite this fanatical before.

Cura: Yeah, they may not have a Celestial right now, but there's still an obvious gap between our technology and theirs.

Cura: Geez... It's gonna be a while before we overthrow them...

Reue: But we'll do it anyway, won't we? Create a world without Celestials.

Cura: Yep, that's what Libel would've wanted. And I decided to stick by him when we were both kids.

Reue: ...You've been doing well. The Surface's forces are concentrated around Rebellion more and more these days.

Reue: We've gotten new members too, haven't we? I'd say you've achieved more than plenty, for such a young man.

Cura: This much is nothing. I'm not nearly as charismatic as our old leader.

Reue: You're too humble. The world is already changing, and I'm sure it's for the better.

Cura: I sure hope so. Especially for all those of us who died for this change.

Horca: Hey... it's not healthy to let yourself be tied down by dead people. We're here for the living.

Reue: Oh, you came to visit, Mr. Merchant?

Cura: Done with your negotiations?

Horca: Yep, thanks so much. I'll be on my way now.

Cura: You're not ripping us off, are you?

Horca: ...Maybe I am, maybe not. Have a little faith in your subordinates, will you.

Cura: Well, for an old enemy, you sure have been a reliable business partner.

Reue: Right. I hear you even trade with Nerve these days.

Horca: I don't give a damn about the past. I'm just doing whatever I can to live a fun, free life.

Horca: I don't wanna hold myself back. That's not why I was born into this world, nor is it why I've survived this far.

Cura: ...I guess that's the life for you, then.

Horca: You guys have nothing to worry about. My motto is to sell everything at the same price, no matter who's buying.

Horca: I'm not making favors to any side. If I did, my old friends would just laugh at me.

Horca: ...I guess I'm tied down by the dead in my own way, too.

Cura: ...Nah. Neither of us are being tied down.

Cura: I'm doing this for Libel and Fuga because I want to.

Horca: ...That so. Well, either way, I’m looking forward to this new world of yours.

Horca: Make sure that it’s a place where even people like my old crew can live.

Reue: ...Haha. Everyone's put their expectations on you.

Cura: What a pain. It's not like I asked for any of this.

Reue: It's the duty of those of us who lived.

Cura: ........

Cura: Oh, it's almost time. ...Get ready, people.

Reue: Oh, it is? I've been waiting for this.

Cura: Yeah, you better have. The kid's our ray of hope.

- - - -

Qual: Arme. It's almost time. Are you good to go?

Arme: Yes, Qual. I'm ready.

Qual: ...You're not lonely? You haven't been around other people for quite the while now.

Arme: Hm? I'm fine. I have you... And Kabane and the others come see me every now and then.

Arme: Hmm, though I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel even a little bit lonely...

Arme: Cura and his troops are fighting their own fight, and I'm fighting mine.

Qual: I see...

Arme: For as long as I live, a new Celestial can't be born.

Arme: That grants Rebellion more than enough time to win us the world Libel longed for.

Qual: You've grown so strong.

Arme: Strong...

Arme: Qual, listen to me. I've decided something.

Arme: I want to help everyone live their lives.

Arme: However, I can't reach out to or help them in person.

Arme: Still, there may be those who would gain courage from me, even from afar.

Qual: ...Right, living on the Surface has made one thing very clear to me. Those who live in this world need something to believe in.

Qual: The Surface is free. And that's why its people are afraid. They're anxious about the path they've chosen.

Qual: We could all use something to light up that path.

Arme: Right...

Arme: Libel said I'd bring everyone hope.

Qual: Yes, he did...

Arme: I was the Celestial. The symbol of everyone's faith. But no one saw me for who I truly am.

Arme: ...The truth is, I'm completely useless. I'm weak, cowardly, naive, and not very good at reading social situations, or so I’ve been told.

Arme: Which is why I'm not fit to lead a religion. I'm not some perfect idol.

Arme: I need others to help me. I need others to keep me from feeling down.

Arme: And in turn, I'll do whatever I can for them.

Arme: Anything to help others live their life to the fullest.

Arme: I want to be the light that shines upon this world.

[Beep]

Cura: Arme, you ready? I'm jacking into the Surface's radio signal. We’re counting on you, as usual...

Arme: Yes, I'm ready as can be.

Cura: People were pretty suspicious about this at first, but you've gained kind of a fanbase as of late.

Arme: Ooh, really!?

Arme: Actually, I was thinking of learning how to sing and dance.

Cura: Hahaha, sounds good to me. I'm sure everyone will love it.

Cura: ...Just do your best, kid. And...

Cura: Make sure you enjoy this more than anyone else, alright?

Arme: Yes, I will! I'll have so much fun!

- - - -

Horca: ...Doing it because you want to, huh.

Horca: Ugh, Cura's starting to rub off on me. And so, here I am... Visiting a grave.

Horca: ...It's my first time coming here since I left.

Horca: The Underworld... It really isn't a big deal at all. Just a huge, dumb hole.

Horca: ........

Horca: Ah. Vida, Placer. Is it okay if I just... pretend you're in there?

Horca: I...

Horca: Wanted to apologize. For not coming here sooner.

Horca: All I ever did was make fun of you for being bound to the dead.

Horca: ...But I was wrong. It's not a bad thing that I keep you guys in my memories.

Horca: It's not wrong of me to do something I think would make you happy.

Horca: ...Then again, I can't hear the dead.

Horca: You guys won't mind if I just assume you're happy that I'm still alive, will you?

Horca: ........

Horca: ...Well, you'd better not.

Horca: One of the perks to being alive is I get to pretend your souls in the afterlife agree with everything I do.

Horca: Hah... And if that's a problem, you'll just have to speak up.

[Bzzt]

Arme: Ah, ah.

Horca: Uagh!?

Horca: That scared the crap out of me... I really thought the dead were gonna talk for a second...

Horca: Huh? There's something coming from my transmitter..? Who is that..?

Arme: Cura? Can they hear me yet?

Horca: Whuh?

- - - -

Arme: Ah, ah. Testing, testing.

Konoe: Oh, I've got a signal! It's starting, Master Kuon!

Kuon: Ah, how exciting.

Konoe: Kabane! Come over and listen with us!

Kabane: ...No. I can hear just fine from where I am.

Konoe: Darn!

Konoe: He's still acting distant... I thought you finally made up, after all these years?

Kuon: Ahaha. Kabane still has some trouble being around me.

Kuon: ...But he can take his time changing. We have an eternity ahead of us, after all.

- - - -

Arme: Ahem.

Arme: All of you living your lives on the Surface, can you hear me?

Arme: My name is Arme.

Arme: Today, well...

Arme: Why don't I tell you how I met a dear friend, who changed my life?

The End.

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BOO

Some more rusty writing, but this time some fluff \o/

Ugh—another Sea Bass.

Arthur continued to tap at his switch screen, lounging on the couch on his stomach. Over the quiet ambiance from the game, he could hear Vivi rummaging in the kitchen. She had announced making a sandwich after the two of them had finished playing a game she’d seen online, and by the sound of it, the meal was well underway.

A scattering of papers was strewn over the coffee table with scribbles ranging from halfway decent to downright awful, and a pair of markers dangled just over the edge of the table. They wiggled precariously atop art rendering the vague approximation of a cat by someone who’d never seen one in their life. The cause of their distress was Mystery, who kicked at the leg of the table while dreaming in front of the couch. Every time he did, there was a soft thump and the sound of an under-the-breath yip.

Arthur enjoyed the quiet calm, catching another fish and making a face at an olive flounder. At least, he did until something semi-heavy dropped on him and draped itself over his back.

“Oof—hello big guy.” He looked over his shoulder at Lewis, who took the opportunity to kiss his cheek. His grin widened. “Fancy seeing you here.

“Mmm… I’m always fancy.” Lewis hummed against him, arms moving to curl around his waist. Lewis nuzzled into his hair. “How’s fishing going…?”

“No rares yet.” Arthur grumbled and let the Switch lean against the arm of the couch. He touched Lewis’s arm with his own, squeezing his wrist and using his prosthetic on the joystick to continue walking. “Make the coelacanths come out for me, Lewis.”

“Hmmm. No. Suffer.” Lewis kissed the back of his neck.

“Ha—" Arthur shivered at the feeling and aimed a smirk his way. “Is this your new plan for revenge?”

Lewis’s own smile was tender as he leaned a cheek on his shoulder. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“I am distraught and will never recover.” Arthur touched his forehead with the back of his hand with all the drama he could muster, and Lewis rumbled with a laugh.

After a minute, when he’d found another fish, he let go of Lewis’s arm to play again. Lewis stayed where he was, but one arm did readjust to touch his waist beneath his shirt. He could feel Lewis’s finger moving slowly in a pattern on his skin.

“Did you see me and Vivi playing that game earlier?” Arthur asked, frowning at another sea bass. He punted it into the ocean on principle.

“Yeah.” Lewis nuzzled him again, clearly in a loving mood. “She was drawing on your pack and you were copying her, right?”

“Yep. I was not good. But I like to think I got better. After a few dozen tries. It was fun.” He laughed, and Lewis hummed in his ear.

“Better, huh…?” He started tracing his finger slower. “Can you tell what I’m making, then?”

Arthur closed his eyes to concentrate. “Hmmmmm… feels like…. A heart?”

Lewis laughed and it made his heart dance. “You did get better.”

“Are you surprised?” Arthur leaned his head into his into him, and his voice twisted to a teasing one. “This is me we’re talking about. Clearly I’m amazing at everything.”

“You are.” Lewis smirked as his face twisted in protest of the compliment. “And you said it, so it must be true.”

“You should know by now that everything that comes out of my mouth is bullshit.” Arthur snorted, a hint derisive. “Trying to be all sappy and throw me off. How could you Lewis?”

“You’ve seen through my other master plan.” Lewis laughed again and kissed behind his ear and then his temple. He hummed at Lewis’s ministrations before looking at him.

“Your hand changed again. It’s uh…..I think a star?”

“Close. A flower. Guess you still need practice.”

Arthur puffed. “Well—you wanna play a bit with me and help, then?”

Lewis leaned up, bracing on the hand that’d been drawing on him. “What about your game?”

“Meh.” Arthur shrugged. “I’m just fishing and it’s near full battery. It can sit for a bit on standby.” He moved the switch to the coffee table and when Lewis had ease off of him, he sat up. “Let’s do this.”

“So you just—turn around, and I draw on your back? And you try to draw the same thing?” Lewis asked, already moving into position on the couch behind Arthur.

Arthur snagged the markers and two sheets of blank paper from the table. “ Yep. We did it standing, but you should be fine to do it here. I’ll use the table.”

“Alright.” Lewis waited for him to be situated. He felt the marker move in a long line down his back and to the left. He replicated it.

The next feeling was weird. It felt like—two humps? Near where he’d felt the line.

The next thing was pretty clearly a circle. He added it easily.

It looked like the start of a word. But what sappy thing would Lewis put that started with a Bo? Bodacious? No room, with how big they were both drawing on the paper? Was this one of those big H A P, little p y happy birthday situations? Bold? That was Vivi. Bawsome—why did he think that it didn’t even make sense--.

He felt another circle on his back.

BOO

Arthur stared at it for all of one second��before screaming hard. Lewis warmed and he heard the whoosh of flames and say the glow of purple on the table. Mystery kicked the table in a scramble to get up, and papers haphazardly place rustled as they fell and scattered on the floor. Vivi showed at the doorway to the kitchen, half-eaten sandwich in hand and mayonnaise smeared on her cheek and lips.

“Whuh happn?” Concern reflected on her face and Mystery’s.

Arthur sheepishly smiled and held up the paper, before it shifted to a pout. “Lewis scared me.”

The three of them were dead silent for a few moments, before a snicker cracked the silence. Then another, and then like a dam, they all burst out laughing at once.

“Arthur—you’re awful!” Vivi wiped at her face. “I thought something happened!”

“I thought something did too!” Lewis ruffled his hair. “And I was right next to you.”

Arthur cackled. “Sorry! I couldn’t not.”

“My revenge shall be swift and merciless.” Mystery puffed at him, but a smile was on his face as well. “I was just having a pleasant nap too.”

“Sorry, sorry. The way you failed was pretty damn hilarious though.”

“Merciless.”

Arthur laughed again. “I guess I deserve that. Think you’ll probably really disarm me with whatever you do.”

Mystery gave him a sour look, and the both of them spat their tongues at one another before laughing again. Vivi huffed and flopped down on the couch beside him and Lewis.

“I might just help Mystery with this plot after the frighten you gave me.” She pouted.

“Well—I can make it up to you.”

“Oh? Better have something good planned.” She pouted at him.

“I will.” He said it like a promise. “But first—you have something on your face.”

“What is it? Some must—?” She started to speak but Arthur leaned forward, bracing on Lewis’s leg and pressing a kiss to her cheek and then lips. She hummed after a moment of surprise and kissed him back. He enjoyed the way their lips brushed against one another and the gentle touch of her fingers to his face when she framed his jaw and the way she seemed to melt and close her eyes. He held out as long as he could until they separated for air.

“It was me.” Arthur grinned while panting. “And some mayo. But I got that. Does that make up for your earlier frighten?”

“Hmmmmmm…. I guess.” Her grin was doubly wide and there were sparkles in her eyes and god he loved her so much. “But I might still ask for more later.”

“What about me?” Mystery puffed, and Arthur glanced at Vivi.

“Hey Vivi… can I have the rest of your sandwich if I give you another kiss?”

“Hmmmmmm…..I suppose.” She sighed in a put upon way, and passed him the sandwich, which he passed to Mystery. Mystery inspected it with a gastronomer’s eye, before nodding. “Very well. You are safe. For now.”

“Thanks buddy.” Arthur grinned, and he returned his attention to Vivi. This time when he kissed her, he cupped her cheeks and leaned into her a little more, fingers curling into the soft blue strands of her hair. She hummed her appreciation and clasped his hands over her face, and he could feel the smile on her lips.

When they broke away they both sighed, and he was sure his expression was just as pleased as her own. He kissed her forehead with a grin. “Sweet as always. And a little bacon-y now.”

“Some sandwich flavoring.” Vivi giggled. He laughed too, though it stopped short when he felt a tug to his shirt. He glanced at the bone-patterned hand on his sleeve, and then up at Lewis.

His face was soft and wanting. “….Can I have one too?”

Arthur grinned in answer. “It’s only fair.” And before Lewis could answer, he leaned forward to capture his lips as well. Lewis was more ready for him, and immediately moved into the kiss. His hair took on a sheen of pinks that glittered like flame, and his body seemed to warm at the touch, before tilting his head so their noses didn’t touch. His hands came up, curling into Arthur’s hair to cup the back of his head and cradle him close.

Arthur had to pull back after long enough to breathe, and Lewis looked half flustered, half sheepish as he panted. “I forgot you need to breathe….”

“That’s okay—I enjoyed every second.” Arthur grinned, and leaned into his chest.

“I did too!” Vivi purred. “Though I think if Mystery got his sandwich and Arthur got kisses, I need one from you too. So everything’s fair.”

Lewis rumbled with his laugh. “I suppose I did scare Arthur. So I should apologize too~.” He leaned forward to kiss her too, gentle and sweet as she kissed him back. Arthur hummed in approval while watching the both of them. The way Vivi giggled as Lewis rubbed his nose against hers bloomed warmth in his chest, and the way Lewis’s hands touched her with the tenderness of one holding a priceless treasure made a smile pull at his lips. They were both so amazing, and somehow they both loved him.

When they parted as well, Lewis gathered both of them in his arms and settled into the couch. Arthur glanced at the switch, but then he turned away, laying his arm over Lewis and Vivi both. Instead he enjoyed Vivi’s fingers curling into his shirt, Lewis’s arm around him, and Mystery’s warm fur at his legs from where he jumped up to join in, sandwich thoroughly defeated.

He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes. He could keep playing and stay like this….

…but he had better things to do.

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