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Rule Number 2

Columbus Ohio x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2921 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Columbus finding you, hiding in a gas station, and feeling like he needs to keep you safe...which technically breaks his rules

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You had been holed up in that storage room for what felt like forever.

When everything went to shit, you had been at work, and going anywhere else didn’t really feel like an option. You gave it a shot once or twice, but there were only so many times you could almost be attacked before you moved on.

It wasn’t worth the risk.

Besides, it wasn’t as bad as it may have seemed to an outsider looking in. You had plenty of food and drink, even if the quality was a little iffy and it was basically secure.

You had put a deadbolt and chain on the door, and it would have taken quite a bit to get to where you were, often huddled up in the back room behind a second locked door.

It was safe from all manner of intrusion.

When the lights were off, which was most of the time to keep the generator from running, the zombies didn’t really come around too often. Every once and a while, you’d have to kill one off but not too much happened other than that.

It was peaceful, all things considered.

Until he came through.

You weren’t sure who he was at first, or why he was here. All you knew for sure was that if he didn’t stop making so much noise, he was going to bring an entire swarm of the dead down on you.

Which wasn’t alright by you.

So, you stood from where you had been, content to just sit on the floor and wait for him to leave, hoping that you could figure something out. What you had gathered from peeking out the windows hadn’t given you much to go off of.

Of course, it would have been far better to just wait it out but it wasn’t like you could stay here anyway.

Everything that was safe about this place would be gone after this little stunt.

There was silence there for a moment when you first opened the storage room door, but not for very long. The banging and yelling from outside returned shortly after you exited your safe space, solidifying your suspicions.

Somebody had to do something, and it wasn’t like there was anyone else around here other than you.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, unlatching the padlock and yanking the chain away from the door to peek outside, finding a lanky male standing there in a cold sweat. It didn’t make any sense.

What kind of person just stood around and waited for death?

Columbus jumped at your intrusion, shocked that you were even there in the first place. After all, he hadn’t exactly been expecting you.

There were no signs of outside life to be seen, which you had done very much on purpose.

The less attention you drew to yourself, the better.

Evidently, he had been trying to get in but it wasn’t until you opened the door that that plan actually started to seem like a viable option. Especially because in his attempt to get in, Columbus had drawn a bit of attention.

“Hi, I’m Columbus. Can I come in?” he tried, leaning against the side of the building in an attempt to get as close to safety as he could, without intruding on your space.

You didn’t look super dangerous, outright, but that didn’t mean anything in this world.

You could have been just as dangerous as anyone else, adn to be fair, you were thinking the same thing about him.

Of course, you weren’t overly thrilled at the idea of letting anyone in, not that Columbus could blame you. There was no reason you should have trusted him and stuck your neck out for a stranger.

Though, just when he thought you’d close the door and leave him there to an inevitable death, you opened the door just enough for him to slide past you into the gas station.

The room was quiet for a second as the male settled against the checkout counter, trying to catch his breath while you focused more on relatching the doors. It might not have done much against a huge horde of the dead, but it was better than nothing.

At least, it gave you some peace of mind.

“Who are you?” he asked, the first to speak between the two of you once you turned around, seemingly content with the state of your security.

If you turned off the generator and everything inside, eventually the Z’s would get bored and leave this place alone, just like they always did.

You were understandably guarded at the appearance of a stranger but you couldn’t help but be slightly offended at his question.

Who were you?

You were the only person who had been here since the start of this, and you were the person that just saved his life.

If anyone got to ask any questions, it was you.

“Why should I tell you?” you countered, crossing your arms without hesitation.

You weren’t armed, like he was and if he wanted to kill you, they certainly could have. However, he didn’t seem to be all that aggressive in nature, and you didn’t see him as a threat.

If anything, he was just being cautious, something you could respect.

Besides, you had no reason to be afraid of him. In a world like this one, you never expected to live one day to the next and you weren’t afraid of dying anymore. You weren’t really afraid of anything, within these walls.

You had lived this long, and you weren't about to get taken out by some random guy who looked like a strong gust of wind could take him down.

There was a lot more you still had to do.

“I just figured we could get to know each other. I told you my name” he shrugged, not entirely sure what the big deal was.

Sure, you may have wanted to keep your distance from people on the outside but if you were sticking to that, you would have left him out there.

You sort of agreed to smalltalk when you opened that door.

“It’s Y/N” you sighed, finding yourself far less inspired to keep doing this as the minutes ticked by. Clearly you weren’t going to get out of this whole thing without having at least one conversation.

There was no reason for this whole thing to go bad if it didn’t have to.

Besides, you both seemed to be perfectly reasonable people. It wasn’t like a couple of words shared could be any more life-or-death than anything else.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you” Columbus hummed, offering a hand to you which you took slowly, still not sure what you were supposed to feel about him.

This whole thing was just really weird.

“How long have you been here?” he asked, fully aware that he was talking too much but not caring enough to keep himself from doing it. It was obvious you’d been holding up here for a while, and you seemed to be all alone.

Which was strange.

Columbus had been alone for a while himself, of course, but he didn’t think a lot of other people were around doing the same.

“I’m not exactly sure. The whole time?” you shrugged, thinking back to those early days when you realized that something was wrong. The news outlets and internet were exploding, but you didn’t know what to do.

Locking yourself in the storage room seemed to be the best option you had, and while it wasn’t ideal, it had kept you alive this long.

“Wow, you’ve been alone that long?”

Columbus spoke in a way that made you realize just how upset about it you should have been. You weren’t dead, that much was true, but you hadn’t exactly been living all these months either.

All you did was get up, eat something packed full of preservatives and wrapped in plastic, and then sit around for a few hours before it was time to do it again.

It was no life of value, something that the male in front of you surely understood. After all, he hadn’t done a lot in this time either but at least he’d done some exploring, and had seen some things.

It had to have been better than being locked up in the dark all the time.

“Yeah, I guess I have” you sighed, deciding that it was no big deal even if it was. You did what you had to do in order to survive, and that was just what it was.

Still, there was something about it that really stuck with Columbus and while it might not have been the best idea, he knew what he had to do.

There was no way they were going to leave you here, anyway.

“Well, not anymore. You can come with me, if you want” he offered, the words meant to be more of a question than they were, but you didn’t really mind.

As you’d already decided, being alone wasn’t going to work forever.

The best chance you had at surviving and living a life worth anything would be if you accepted his offer.

It was either go him or get back into the storage room and do what you were doing before. He may not have been what you would have wanted as far as company but they were better than the rats.

You had really underestimated how lonely it was, being alone all this time.

There weren’t that many more people left alive anymore, and sticking together didn’t seem like too bad a deal.

You had definitely done worse since this whole thing came about.

...and it wasn’t lost on you that there was a lot of bad out there, and being in here had kept you from it.

You had no idea what you were dealing with, not like he did.

“Yeah, okay. I guess we should probably pack a bag and get out of here” you decided, finding yourself more and more unwilling to stay here as the minutes passed.

In all the months that you’d been here, it had been a big deal but now that you weren’t alone, you felt like you were suffocating.

You had to get out of here, and you definitely needed Columbus to help you do that. After all, he knew a lot more about this than you did, and you were sure that there was quite a bit he had to tell you.

There were plenty of rules Columbus had, and it was going to take some time to learn them.

Thankfully, you had all the time in the world and a new companion to spend it with.

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“You okay?” Columbus checked, catching the way you faltered as you tried to cross the threshold of the convenience store.

It had just been so long since you had set foot outside and you weren’t entirely thrilled at the idea of having to do something so out of your comfort zone. Still, you knew what you had to do.

Columbus was right.

You couldn’t just stay here.

If you did stay, there was no telling what kind of person could stumble across this place, and there was no guarantee that they would be as friendly and non threatening as Columbus was.

You had no way to know that you weren’t in danger.

It wasn’t uncommon for other survivors to move through here pretty often, looking for supplies, and while the padlock was a good option to keep out the dead, it wouldn’t be so effective against other living people.

You knew that you had to go, as uneasy as it made you.

“Yeah, just a little nervous” you allowed, a new honesty blooming between you and Columbus as you decided to fully trust him. If you were going to travel together, you knew that you had to trust each other.

There was no other way.

Columbus nodded, taking all the things you must have been feeling into account. He should have assumed that this would be hard for you, given the circumstances.

You were panicking, and he couldn't blame you.

He wanted you to be as comfortable as you could be during this whole thing, but you also couldn’t spend too much time out here in the open.

The more time you spent here, the more danger you were in.

“Do you think this is enough?” you hummed, digging through your bag which was now full of discarded water bottles, stale potato chips, and granola bars. All this time, you had everything you needed to survive.

What if you left and that all went away? What if you couldn’t find any other food or supplies after you moved on?

What would you do now?

“It’s enough. I promise” Columbus tried, looking around every once and a while to make sure that the two of you hadn’t been spotted by anyone else, whether that be the dead or other humans.

It was clear that you were struggling and Columbus couldn’t blame you. 

Of course, you had been locked away in your storage room for all this time and it couldn’t have been easy to leave that space in favor of the unknown.

He knew what that felt like.

After all, he’d had to leave everything he knew behind when the world fell apart too. Eventually, you would adjust and living out on the road would become second nature.

You just had to give it time.

“You’re sure? Should I go get something else?” you questioned, further stalling in a desperate attempt to try and keep from having to go out there. It was pitch black outside, with no telling what was out there.

How were you supposed to be comfortable going out there without any preparation? It was horrifying.

“Y/N, do you trust me?” Columbus asked, interrupting you out of necessity, the distant groans and sounds of the dead setting alarms off in his head.

You really had to get going.

His words stopped you, giving you pause. Did you trust him? By all accounts, you barely knew him but he was the first person you’d seen around here in several months, and he was trying to help you.

In short, the answer seemed to be yes. If you could trust anyone right now, it had to be the man in front of you.

Slowly you nodded, taking the hand he offered you just as slowly, so that he could lead you out of the building fully. 

There was no going back now, no matter how much your brain was trying to convince you to run.

This was terrifying.

Still, you did your best not to think about it as you let Columbus lead you out into the parking lot, where a car, his car, was parked.

“I’m going to put some gas in the car, just stay here” he suggested, putting all of your bags and supplies into the backseat before handing you the shotgun that had been slung over his shoulder.

It wouldn’t take too much time, and then you could both get out of here.

...or at least, that was the plan.

As if this situation couldn’t get any more traumatizing for you, sometime between Columbus rounding the front of the car and beginning to pump the gas, you had managed to catch the attention of a single Z, stalking toward you in the dark.

Which, naturally, made you panic.

“Ohio! What should I do?” you called, absolutely horrified. You hadn’t encountered any of these things face-to-face before and it was much more frightening up close than you could have imagined.

Not that Columbus was any more prepared, really.

“Shoot it” he suggested, hoping that you would be able to do this so that the two of you could get out of here as soon as possible. As much as he wanted to help you, he needed to get this gas first.

Where there was one, there was always more and you didn’t have time to do both.

You did as he asked, your fingers fumbling with the trigger before you finally aimed at the shambling corpse in front of you, pulling it with slight hesitation.

By some miracle, the bullet found its home between the Z’s eyes, which earned a cheerful chirp from you. You had actually done it!

“Columbus, I did it” you hummed, celebrating slightly over the small victory. You had never felt such a rush in your life and frankly, you were proud of yourself.

The man on the other side of the car, however, wasn’t nearly as willing to throw a party yet. 

After all, you hadn’t learned the rules yet and until you did, he was going to have to make sure to teach you.

“Do it again! Rule number 2, you have to double tap” he called back, looking at you over the hood of the car but not bothering to join you at your side. You had already done it once and it was much harder to hit a moving Z than one that was down.

You could do this.

...and thankfully, he was right.

With the one remaining shell in the shotgun, you shot the Z in the head one more time, now putting it down for good.

Now you did it.

You had learned your first rule, and killed your first Z, all in one day. All thanks to this new stranger, who you only knew as Columbus Ohio.

[zodiyack]

Family

Pairing: Columbus x reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, zombies, death?, SPOILERS TO THE FIRST ZOMBIELAND MOVIE, um probably some stuff that would make you grossed out? I dunno, it’s zombies man, fluff

Bold + italic: Columbus’ voice-over || Italic: Memory, but I’m sure that’s already been established in my other fics 

Note: I apologize if this is trashy, I wrote the beginning following the movie, since I’ve literally seen it about 100 times, and I realized I would have to include the reader more so I came up with the second half, but I’m not sure if I like it. Hope you guys enjoy! 

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Columbus woke up, puzzled. He turned to face the previously sleeping girl, eyes widening when he saw her bloody and vomit covered face. She was making weird groaning sounds, but he was too busy panicking to notice them.

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” He started backing up.

She opened her mouth to let a puke-like-liquid pour out. Columbus jumped up, startled, worried, and slightly grossed out.

“Woah, woah, woah!” 406 screamed and hopped off the couch, following him slowly. “Okokok, stop, stop, stop! ...What are you doing?” She lunged at him, reaching out with one arm to claw or grab him. The screams that came out of her mouth while doing so sounded inhuman, demonic even.

Columbus wasn’t sure of what was happening, but he was slowly processing it. And slowly processing is better than not processing at all. He darted off to the kitchen, 406 following behind, still screaming. His back hit the fridge and 406 slid into the kitchen.

He lifted a blender as a makeshift weapon, “Stay back 406. I don’t want to hurt you-” She blinked as the top half of the utensil fell off. Columbus stared at her for a few seconds, muttering one word when he realized what just happened to his form of protection. “Shit.”

406 lunged at him again, causing him to throw the blender to the side and move out of the way as quick as he could. She ran straight into the fridge, turning around and following him. They ran through the house, her being blood thirsty, and Columbus being scared for his life.

He ran into a room on the right and shut the door as quick as he could. However, 406′s ankle was in the way. He had shut the door on her ankle. She wrestled to get in, screeching louder when she twisted her foot and he pushed harder against the door. The bone was now visible, and Columbus, being the innocent sweetheart that he is, apologized over and over to the undead girl.

“Oh my God, I am so fucking sorry!” 

406 screeched, but in all honesty, it sounded like she was screaming “ow” in the inhuman voice. Her face kept contorting in pain, it didn’t last long though. She managed to push the door open.

Columbus ran to the connected bathroom, rushing to unlock the door that led out of it. Unfortunately for him, she was fast. She pulled him off the door and threw him into the shower, making the shower-curtain fall on top of him. 406 did as the curtain had done, but on purpose, and tumbled onto Columbus.

Panicking even more than he had just a few minutes ago, Columbus grabbed the curtain and tossed some of it over her head, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep it from coming off. Her face-shape began to appear in the curtain as she screamed and leaned forward. Her fighting grew more violent, her mouth almost reaching his face, he slid his hands to the part of the curtain behind her head. It would’ve suffocated a normal human, but once again, Columbus was in denial and too panicked to notice the abnormality

She grabbed the shoulders of his hoodie, the two moving around as they wrestled for life or death. Columbus finally got the upper hand and pushed 406 into the cupboard. Her mouth was more visible now, and she was biting over the curtain, which had gone into her mouth. A few chomps later, and her tongue ripped through the curtain, blood spilling out of the hole with it.

Columbus made a sickening noise, reaching behind himself with one hand, the other still holding his undead neighbor back. 406 was now grabbing his face in an attempt to pull it closer to hers while her tongue moved around. A smaller cupboard opened behind Columbus, allowing him to reach in. He pulled out a bag of cotton balls, taking a second look in confusion and slight regret.

The cotton balls were thrown at 406′s face, not phasing her in any way. He reached in again, pulling out a roll of toilet paper and throwing it at her, making a face after it didn’t affect her either. His reaction to the useless weapons could be summed up with the words; “What. The. Actual. Fucking. Fuck.”

He finally pulled out a random spray-can, spraying it into 406′s open mouth. She started coughing. Columbus was unaware that she was a zombie, as it was only the beginning of the apocalypse, but she was. And since she had only recently turned, she was faster and still reacted in a somewhat human way.

Columbus took the chance he was gifted, moving backwards on the floor while 406 coughed. By the time he stood up, 406 was growling and wrestled the curtain off. She crawled towards Columbus, who was now half on the toilet and grabbing the toilet tank’s lid. She finally reached him, only to get the lid smacked hard to the back of her head.

Breathing heavily, Columbus walked backwards out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He held up the lid, continuing to walk backwards. Panic and cautiousness never left him.

“You see, you just can’t trust anyone. The first time I let a girl into my life and she tries to eat me.”

He stopped halfway in the hall. Something didn’t feel right. 

The door pulled open with a loud creak, and 406 used the door frame to help herself stand up. She looked at him and limped forwards a little. Her eyes met his. Even though she was dead, her glare seemed so agitated, it felt human.

“Please...” He started backing up. “Listen to me,” he swallowed. The sweat was glistening on his forehead. “406. If you’re in there...You’re just sick.” Columbus shook his head, trying to reason with the undead girl. “Okay?”

406 moved her head around. She looked at him intensely. Then, she lifted her head to the ceiling and closed her eyes. She let out a loud demonic scream. It was the most horrifying shit Columbus had ever heard and seen; she limped towards him, dragging the broken foot behind, her speed picking up quickly.

Columbus prepared himself. She was getting closer. Closer. Closer. Until-

‘BANG’

He smacked the lid across her face with the rest of the strength he had. Her body dropped to the floor and stayed there. She lied limp and dead. For real this time. 

And with that, the rule of Double Tap was born. As well as Columbus’ other rules and knowledge of the zombies. Zombies existed, and it was time to wake up and realize it.

Where was Columbus now? He was with his family. No, not his real family...they were dead. He was with Tallahassee, Little Rock, Wichita and Y/n. 

They survived the grocery store. That’s where the two men met Little Rock and Wichita. They survived the Police Station. That’s where the four of them met Y/n. And they survived Pacific Playland all together. That’s where the two men rescued the three girls. That’s where they called each other family.

To be specific, he was lying in bed with Y/n. Cuddling is something that is need often in the zombie apocalypse, seeing as the world has been taken over by man-eating monsters. Cuddles were a way to comfort your partner at a time like this one. And that’s what they were. Partners. Lovers. Mates. Soulmates.

They were and had been for a while now. He was glad that he let a girl into his life once more. Y/n was his world, and he was hers. When Y/n met Columbus, she was serious, not afraid, ready to die. However, now that she had been with him for a long time, she was willing to cling on a while longer. And he was too.

Y/n bashed the third zombie’s head with the end of the rolling chair. Her safe place had been destroyed. The undead were closing in. Who would do this?

“Hurry! We’re gonna need to hurry if we want to get out of here a- ...alive...”

The h/c girl turned to the voice. It was a young girl. She had braids in her hair, a shotgun in hand, and was tapping the other girl next to her. The older girl turned and her mouth dropped open.

“Columbus. Tallahassee.”

The two men she must’ve been talking to turned. One caught Y/n’s eye. He was a rather sweaty, but cute curly haired guy. His curls were sticking to his forehead. He was breath-taking. The other male, was an older guy in a cowboy hat. If y/n had to guess, she’d guess he was Tallahassee.

“Uh- uhm- hello. Are you...”

“Bitten? No. But thanks to you guys, I could have been. What’d you do anyways?”

“We um...” The child spoke up again. She didn’t know how to explain it, her badass aura was replaced with shock. “Well we thought this place was abandoned.”

“That’s okay. Do me a favor though.” The group nodded, one of them shooting a zombie that managed to get through, then returning their attention to Y/n. “Take me with you.”

“Excuse me?” Cowboy-hat-man asked. He had a country-like accent, and that added to Y/n’s guess of names. He looked suspicious of her.

“Take me with you.”

“Why should we-”

“Okay. You know how to work a gun, correct?”

Y/n quickly pulled out shot a zombie that stood behind the curly haired man. It was like it came out of nowhere, but it helped Y/n prove her point and confirm the man’s question. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She shot the zombie’s head a final time, now that it had been in her view after the group moved to see what she shot at.

“Cool. I’m Little Rock.”

“Nice shot. Wichita.”

“Come on guys, are we seriously gonna-”

“Columbus. How’d you know to double tap?”

“Just something I do. Nice to meet you guys. I’m guessing angry cowboy is Tallahassee?” The group nodded with smiles on their faces. They didn’t even know it yet, but they seemed more and more like a family with each moment they spent together.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Columbus?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She giggled, adjusting her head on her boyfriend’s chest.

“Y/n?”

She giggled more, “Haven’t we already done this?”

“Yes but...”

“Hmm?” She closed her eyes. She was listening to his heart beat and his talking, it was all so soothing.

“I’m glad we met you.”

“I’m glad you guys did too. And I’m really glad that we’re all together now. A family.”

“A family.”

Their lovely time alone was crashed by Tallahassee, a now 15 year old Little Rock, and Wichita. They jumped onto the bed, laughing amongst themselves. Their family wanted in on the cuddles. The entire family was there, and they were thankful.

[writingstuffandmore]

Angel in disguise...

Pairing:- Suho x reader

Genre:- Fluff

AU!:- Mafia

A/N:- Hey Anons, I hope that you are all doing well. Thank you for your requests and I clubbed two requests because this gonna be a thing I am pretty sure you all will like it. Suggestions and feedbacks are always welcome. Don't kill me for my love for pink hair suho, he had me.... Pic isn't mine and belongs to its respective owner.. cr to kpop.asianchan.com;google

"At, what time will he come? It's too late an- "and he promised us" a few tugs were felt at the ends of your kaftan top you wore and looked down at your two pairs of dark brown eyes sparkling with different emotions and a big pouts adorning their faces. Letting a sigh out, you picked both of your angels and placed them on your laps before answering their questions. "I am sorry babies but daddy had some work to do. One of his friend who works with him came to him asking for help and then he had an important meeting." You said while gently rubbing their backs, "But daddy can't say no? He is the head! Mommy.." "But Isuel daddy can't say no to his friend right? We need to help our friends and family. Right mommy?" Reasoned Isuel's twin brother Eunwoo.

"Yes love you are right but daddy said sorry and promised that he will take you both out." You tried to cheer them but to no avail. "We are going to our room and will only talk to daddy if he comes in our room. Come Eunwoo" Isuel held Eunwoo and they both went to their room. "They are still babies?" You both as you saw both of your little joy bundles acting mature, helping you or their daddy as they could. Who could believe these 5 year olds are all grown up. You looked at the time, it's almost 10 but there is no sign of him, your husband.

While, you waited for him pacing in the room and there was he in his office talking to his men. "What's the report? Did that officer Huang understood or not?" He asked in an irritated mood and look could slice anyone into halves. "Everything is under control that officer understood the things and gave the word that flies will be cleared and how did the things there names will come soon. Most importantly that stupid Yousang finally opened his mouth, he couldn't bear with Kai's beauty and DO's methods." Xiumin, Suho's right hand spoke with a sarcastic tone and glint in his eyes. "Poor him, he shouldn't have resisted back bef-

"We are back from the amusement park with tickets!!!" Baekhyun chimed in as he came back along with Lay "Yeah, we did. All the preparations made but we couldn't find the columbus ride guy!" "Why do we need the Columbus guy, did he refused or something or?" Lay shooked his head slightly before saying "Baekhyun hates Columbus ride, so he was thinking that tomorrow if he doesn't come or something. Plus, Suho you should know that the owner of the Amusement park we are going is my close acquintance. You don't have to worry!" He squeezed Suho's shoulder gently.

"What am I missing?" Xiumin asked dumbfounded. "That, our leader missed or should I say cancelled the plans which we made because of the deal for which we were waiting for eagerly. The fact is that he is all powerful and mighty but when it comes to his little bunnies, he acts as a baby". DO said as he and kai both cleaned their hands. "Yah!" He gently shouted and that's when Chanyeol and Sehun came with all bags of various sizes hanging on them Sehun said as he vaguely dropped those bags down"Here is the money, that Stuart promised and said I hope that we could deal more in future." "Yah, it's difficult if the money gets displaced" there comes a blonde hair guy barging in as he saw the disrespect for the paper currencies.

"Yah, don't whine like that" Chanyeol said with a bored look before Kai interjected him "You are acting like him. Anyways, what's the plan for tomorrow. I can't wait to eat the candy floss and go to haunted house!" "What the hell, we have a haunted house too?" "Yes, we do!!! It's gonna be fun" and soon everyone got lost into the discussions of amusement park and Suho had to wonder if these were his cruel and cold blooded guys who were known for their gruesome ways.

"Guys, are you listening? Guys? THE POLICE IS HERE!!" As soon as these words slipped from his mouth, all the boys took out their guns and daggers hidden in their clothing's. "Where are they?" "You all weren't listening to me, so I had to do this. Go home people as we need to meet tomorrow at 8 am at my place and you could bring your girls and families." "Yeah, right. Chanyeol did you invite her too" Baekhyun asked as he wriggled his eyebrows "Why will I call her ? I mean, I can because she has met with the kids a- "and because you like her dumbass!" With that they all laughed at the tall giant before they left for their homes.

"It was around 11:30 pm when he came with a small flower hiding behind his back and a sheepish smile when you opened the door, "I am sorry love. I hope this flower makes you smile" and with that he kissed you making you all red, "Jun, it's not necessary. I am happy that you are safe" you said softly while helping him "it's necessary and are those to awake?" You nodded and after freshening up, he tip toed to his kids room.

He slowly opened the door and saw his little bunnies playing with blocs and other toys. He gently went back and hugged them. "We aren't talking to you daddy! " they said in unison and continued their thing leaving him pouting. "But how do you know it's me?" "Because of your soap and power daddy." "Don't pout daddy, that won't work" Okay his kids have grown up mentally but they are still small in size. "Babies, daddy is really sorry. I have promised you that I would take you all tomorrow to amusement park. I have cancelled all other meetings for you and all your uncles will be coming to with their families also. If you don't wanna talk to me it's fine but don't be angry ,I will be sad"

That's when his kids turned around and hugged him, "Don't be sad daddy, we love you so much. Please don't be sad and can you play with us?" He nodded his head and played for some time before he made them sleep saying how will they go to amusement park tomorrow. After, that he kissed his angels and came to his room. He kissed you gently and said "Thank you for everything and especially for these two little angels." You kissed his temple before saying, "It's you who are a blessing. An angel in disguise. Good night as we have an enthusiastic and a fun day ahead tomorrow for us"....

[powerandmagic]

MAÑANA: Latinx Comics From the 25th Century is now open for submissions.

[Noten: Toda esta información también está disponible en español a pedido.]

"In 1492, Christopher Columbus sailed to the islands of the Caribbean. That single event led to the radical transformation of the region, the hemisphere, and eventually the entire world.

Indigenous peoples were decimated. Lands were colonized. African peoples were displaced and enslaved. Race, as a concept, took root. Black women and indigenous women were subjugated. Cultures died, fused, changed, and were, sometimes, reborn. Art, music, foods, and faiths echoed these tangled pasts. Immigrants from across the planet flocked to the newly christened "Latin America." A caste system based on race and color reigned. Liberation struggles were fought. Revolutions were won. Wars of independence were waged. Coups were orchestrated. Global capitalism ran amok, fueling the mass exodus... And we survived it all.

That all seems so far away now."

MAÑANA: Latinx Comics From the 25th Century is a speculative fiction comics anthology set throughout Latin America in the 2490s, roughly one thousand years from the voyage that changed the world. It took 500 years to get us where we are now -- where could 500 more take us?

Submission Period

Submissions will be open to the public from May 27th - July 7th, 2019 (11:59 PM Pacific Time).

Who Can Participate

To pitch a story to MAÑANA, you must be Latinx or Latin American. We define Latinx as "a person living outside of Latin America whose cultural background includes any of the Spanish, Portuguese, or French-colonized countries of the Americas and the Caribbean." We define Latin American as anyone born, raised, and currently living in any of those same countries.

You may pitch as a SOLO CREATOR (making the whole comic by yourself), as a WRITER ONLY (story writer who we will pair with an artist), or as an ARTIST ONLY (a comics artist who we will pair with a script).

Solo Creators with a strong story idea but not-as-strong artwork may receive an offer to be paired with a different artist (vice versa for pitches with stronger art than story).

"Writers Only" may request to be paired with a specific artist. The artist they request must be someone they know for a fact is filling out the "Artist Only" submission form. The reverse applies to "Artists Only" requesting a specific writer.

Age Restrictions

All contributors must be 18 years of age or older. All content must be suitable for readers as young as 14 years old.

Specifications

Comics from 2 - 12 pages long (must be an even number)

6.625” x 10.25” trim size (template will be provided)

Bleed? Yes.

Black & White, or Grayscale (no screen tones)

600 dpi

.PSD final files

Timeline

Selection Process (May 2019 - Aug 2019)

Open Submissions: 5.27 - 7.07 (6 weeks)

Selection Period: 7.08 - 7.28 (3 weeks)

Acceptance Emails & Feedback: 7.29 - 8.08 (1 week)

Paperwork: 8.09 - 8.15 (1 week)

Creation Period (Apr 2019 - Sep 2019)

Script: 8.16 - 9.15 (4 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 9.16 - 9.29 (2 weeks)

Thumbnails: 9.30 - 10.20 (3 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 10.21 - 11.03 (2 weeks)

Pencils: 11.04 - 12.15 (6 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 12.16 - 12.29 (2 weeks)

Inks: 12.30 - 1.26 (4 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 1.27 - 2.09 (2 weeks)

Toning & Shading: 2.10 - 3.01 (3 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 3.10 - 3.15 (2 weeks)

Lettering: 3.16 - 4.05 (3 weeks)

Feedback/Edits: 4.06 - 4.19 (2 weeks)

Final Files Due: May 3rd, 2020

Kickstarter (May 2020)

Payment (June 2020)

Compensation

Contributors will be compensated at a rate of $107/page plus any Kickstarter bonuses unlocked through stretch goals. Contributors also receive a minimum of 10 complimentary copies of the anthology, royalties on all digital sales proportionate to their page-count contribution, and royalties on any future print runs of the anthology after the first printing sells out.

"Writers Only" will receive $42/page, with bonuses, comp copies, and royalties split evenly between themselves and their artist.

"Artists Only" will receive $65/page, with bonuses, comp copies, and royalties split evenly between themselves and their writer.

All contributors have the right to purchase additional copies of the anthology at 50% off the cover price for as long as the anthology is in print.

Rights

Creators will cede exclusive first worldwide print and digital rights to their stories for a full calendar year from the date of publication, and non-exclusive worldwide print and digital rights (in both the English and Spanish languages) in perpetuity. Ownership remains with the creators.

What We WANT:

Comics (not illustrations, not prose, not poetry).

Previously unpublished stories.

The protagonist (or POV character) must be Latinx or Latin American.

Writers who have a connection to the country they choose as their setting (either from there, born there, parents or grandparents born there, lived there for many years, etc.)

Speculative fiction: How has technology changed? How has society changed? How have politics changed? The natural world? Fashion? The thoughtfulness of your world building will make or break your pitch.

Informed fiction: We want stories whose ideas about the future are rooted in an understanding of the past and present. For example: we're less interested in whether flying cars exist and more interested in whether the Amazon rain forest makes a full recovery (and what that means for Brazil).

Optimism: your vision of 25th century Latin America doesn't need to be utopic (although it can be) as long as themes of improvement, empowerment, growth, or problem-solving predominate.

Peaceful stories, sad stories, triumphant stories, funny stories, failure stories, action stories, philosophical stories, love stories -- the full spectrum of humanity is welcome. The catch: it must end “positively.” Everything doesn’t have to work out, but we prefer stories end on a note of hope, new understandings, resilience, etc.

What We DON’T Want:

No fan works. No auto-bio. No prose. No one-off illustrations.

Comics that are already finished or that you’ve already started drawing.

Hacking the Mainframe: Unless you really, really think you can "WOW!" us with a highly original take, avoid "hackers take down the mega corporation" as a plot (because it's been done to death).

Fantasy: We want science fiction and/or speculative fiction based in the real physical laws of our universe. However, certain elements of magic realism can work for us (e.g. in an otherwise realistic setting, a character speaks to a long departed ancestor, experiences old gods in a vision, or watches their life unfold out of sequence).

Ahistorical Takes: any stories that erase, deny, or revise the real-world histories of Latin American peoples will be rejected.

Horror: Your story can use fear and danger as plot elements, but if instilling fear/existential dread in the reader is the overarching goal, this is the wrong anthology.

Cursing is permitted as long as words aren’t used literally (i.e. “Shit, you scared me!” as opposed to “Let’s go shit in the woods!”) and are used very sparingly when used at all. In general, we’d prefer not.

No porn. No references to specific sexual acts. No explicit nudity whether sexual or non-sexual (sorry, folks). “Consensual fade-to-black sex between legal adults” is fine.

No depictions of abuse (sexual, physical, psychological) whether pictorial or written. Characters may vaguely reference (in non-graphic language) abuse that they have suffered in the past if doing so serves the story or is integral to the character.

No gore. People can get hurt, bleed, die, etc, but not in a grossly over-the-top way that fetishizes violence.

No slurs, no racist statements nor imagery, no misogyny, no transphobia, no ableism, no xenophobia, and no white supremacist nonsense in general. Since this anthology is about Latin America's future, these topics can be broached in your story, but we urge you to tackle such subjects in a more creative way than "[insert drawing of some guy yelling a slur]."

Ready to pitch?

"SOLO CREATORS" APPLY HERE.

"WRITERS ONLY" APPLY HERE.

"ARTISTS ONLY" APPLY HERE.

Here’s what you’ll need to complete each form:

SOLO CREATORS:

A working title and page count for your comic (doesn’t have to be exact).

A synopsis of your story, including a beginning, middle, and end. Spoil everything, but try to keep it under 300 words.

Preliminary sketches associated with your pitch: character ideas, environment concepts (the latter is especially important if your portfolio lacks strong examples of background art), etc. These don’t need to be final or polished pieces! Just clear enough to give us an idea.

Links to any relevant publishing credits. Self-published works and webcomics count as credits! Choose examples that best reflect the style you intend to use for this comic. You may simply include a link to your portfolio if you have no pre-existing credits, but please note that folks with sequential storytelling examples will receive preference.

Tell us about yourself, your cultural and creative background, and why you want to be in MAÑANA. Short and sweet is best!

WRITERS ONLY:

A working title and page count for your comic (doesn’t have to be exact).

A synopsis of your story, including a beginning, middle, and end. Spoil everything, but try to keep it under 300 words.

Links to any relevant publishing credits. Self-published works and webcomics count as credits! You may simply include a link to your writing portfolio if you have no pre-existing comics writing credits, but note that folks with comics writing experience will receive preference.

Tell us about yourself, your cultural and creative background, and why you want to be in MAÑANA. Short and sweet is best!

ARTISTS ONLY:

Links to your portfolio and/or any relevant publishing credits. Self-published works and webcomics count as credits! You may simply include a link to your portfolio if you have no pre-existing credits, but please note that folks with sequential storytelling examples will receive preference.

Tell us about yourself, your cultural and artistic background, and why you want to be in MAÑANA. Short and sweet is best!

More Questions?

Check out the FAQ. If your answer isn’t there, Ask away!

[jishwatylrandtop]

More To Love

@overcomplicatedxoxo

prompt: Could you maybe write something about a plus sized reader who has a lot of confidence issues who Josh ends up falling in love with? Like maybe she’s at the gym working out and these bitchy girls make fun of her (maybe bc they notice a hot Joshua checking her out and they’re jealous) and Josh defends her and they go out and eventually fall in love with lots of compliments from Josh?

Paring: plus sized reader x Josh Dun Words:  TW: fatphobia

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(Your POV)

     You always got a lot of crap from your family about your job--a tech supervisor for music and entertainment venues around the states. It wasn’t easy, but you loved it. That’s why you suffered through four years in college, gaining weight like there was no tomorrow, weight you since haven’t been able to lose. It had become your life, and the people you worked with, and occasionally for, had become your second family. It’s how you met your best friend, Josh. You had panicked when you were flown out to Columbus and heard you were going to be doing a gig for Twenty One Pilots, but you didn’t regret it now. After the soundcheck, the boys had walked over to thank you and the crew for all your hard work. You and Josh had got to talking and realized you two were very similar. You had hit it off right away and exchanged numbers. It’s been two years since then, and your friendship was getting stronger everyday. In fact, after you had finished your contract with your original sound company, Josh and Tyler had asked you to work for them. You were skeptical at first, but with the upside of getting to see more places than just the United States, and the promise of more time with Josh, you had said yes. 

    It was six months after you had accepted the job, and you were having the time of you life. The boys are amazing, and you had already seen more places than you ever would have if you had stayed at your old job. Since touring with the boys was much less stressful, you finally had the energy to workout to lose those pounds you had gained in college. Josh had played a huge role in your decision to begin working out. He had told you how it had made him feel less stressed and more energized and had encouraged you to get a gym membership so that you could go when you were out touring. 

    That’s how you found yourself at the gym one a Tuesday afternoon. You and the boys had stopped in Columbus for almost two weeks to catch a break and relax in the middle of the tour, so it had become the perfect opportunity for you to get to the gym every other day instead of once or twice a month. The results of the past three months of having your membership had already presented some results, but you weren’t where you wanted to be, so you were here for the second time since the break started to work off as much as possible before getting back on the road. The gym where you were working out was relatively small and only had a handful of each machine, so you were stuck working out directly next to the other patrons, which made you uneasy. It made it easy for you to recognize when people where judging and talking about you.

    You were in the middle of using one of the ellipticals in the back corner of the gym, when a few girls walked in. To say they were gorgeous is an understatement. They were tall, thin, tan, and everything you envied. They were the type of girls that could get any boy they wanted, the ones that were probably instagram models. They were what you wanted to look like, and you spent a good five minutes glancing at them and wishing you could look like that instead of your short, chubby frame. You shook away those thoughts, and continued with your exercise. If anything, having those girls near you made you even more determined.

    A few minutes later, you glanced back at the group of girls to see them staring at you and whispering to each other. It was behavior you knew too well, the type of behavior that told you that they were making fun of you. It disheartened you a little, but eventually you were able to forget about it for the last ten minutes on the elliptical. You eventually left the machine, and made your way over to the weights, but you were interrupted when one of the twigs stepped in your way. “I admire your effort over there” she said with barely disguised disdain. “Although, at this point, I doubt it will help you.” She finished with a quick, disgusted glance up and down your frame. “Excuse me?”  “Seriously, you think you could ever make yourself look... well like me. C’mon, you’re way too fat for that.” She laughed and glanced at her friends, who where snickering behind her filming the whole thing. “You should just quit now, fatty, because you’ll never be thin. You’ll never be pretty, and you’ll NEVER find someone who will love someone of your....size.” She gave you a sympathetic pat on the back and turned, returning to her friends who each gave her a high five. You were stuck in place for a solid minute, before you realized you were just standing in the middle of the gym with tears in your eyes. The embarrassment was enough to cause you to immediately grab your stuff and leave. You finally let the tears you had been forcing not to fall run down your face as you walked the few blocks to Josh’s place, where you were staying since you didn’t own a place in Columbus. 

    You reached his place twenty minutes later. You spent two minutes in the yard, using your phone’s camera to clean up your face--to wipe all evidence of your tears from your face, knowing Josh could read you like an open book. You entered the house quietly, doing your best to avoid Josh. It worked as you were able to slip by him while he was in the kitchen with his back to you, but he was alerted to your presence when you accidentally let your bedroom door close too loudly. “Y/n” he called after you. “I expected you to be gone for another half hour at least, you okay?” Your silence was enough to draw him away from making dinner and down the hall to your room. He tried the door nob, only to discover that you had locked it behind you, something neither of you ever did. Perhaps that was a mistake on your part as it immediately alerted him to the fact that something had gone wrong. “Y/n, open up.” You heard him call from directly outside your door, but you were glued to the floor in front of your full length mirror where you stood in you bra and underwear. You couldn’t stop the tears as you looked at yourself. You’ve always regretted letting yourself go in college, but today it all felt like too much. 

     You were so stuck in your head, that you didn’t hear the door unlock behind you, and it wasn’t until Josh was standing behind you that you even remembered he had a spare key made for all the doors. His reflection frowned at yours, where tears were still falling down your cheeks despite the fact you refused to meet his eyes.  “Y/n,” he frowned. “Tell me what happened.” You shook your head, too embarrassed by the story to tel him. “Please, y/n, I hate seeing you like this.” A small whimper escaped your throat as he put his arms around you.  “Please don’t touch me.”  “Y/n” he begged. “Please. Let me help you.” You stood in silence for a few moments more before your resolve crumpled and you retold the whole embarrassing story while tears continuously streamed down your face. When you finished, he gently guided you back to your bed where he sat you down.

     Kneeling in front of you, he replied “Y/n, you are beautiful. Those girls are horrible people who don’t see the real you.” You stared at a space behind him, refusing to look at him. “Y/n, look at me.” It was a stern but soft command that you couldn’t help but obey. “Believe me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Yes, those girls may be thin, but they’re ugly on the inside. You are beautiful both on the outside and the inside.” “No I’m not. I’m fat.” “There’s just more of you to love. Y/n, I know it’s hard to believe but you are stunning, and any man would be lucky to have you.” “Yeah but no one wants me.”  “Now that’s not true, and you know it” he stated incredulously.  “Oh really?” You replied. “Name one person who wants to be with me.” He hesitated for a moment, but his one word response knocked the wind out of you. “Me.” “That’s not funny.” “It’s not a joke,” he replied, which made you scoff in response. “I’m serious, Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for months, and haven’t had the courage to tell you.”  You watched his face for any hint that what he was telling you was false, but seeing none there you replied “you’re serious?” “Dead serious.” “I love you too.” “Really?” “Really. I just never thought you’d want me.” “Are you kidding? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He smiled at you before gently placed his hand on the side of your face and bringing you into a soft kiss. When you broke apart, you couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across your face.  “Now go shower.” Josh said. “Dinner will be ready when you get out.”

[fictivewriters]

one plus one does not equal two (m)

pairing: taehyung x genderneutral!reader x jeongguk

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1,897

warnings: double penetration

summary: You love your two boys and they love you.

“Scoot over,” Taehyung mumbles drowsily, pushing you to the side as if you weighed nothing at all.

Luckily, you’re pushed right into Jeongguk who quickly pulls you closer to his chest before either of you can be pushed off the bed.

“Uh, rude much?” You mutter, glaring at Taehyung who’s nestling himself into the sheets like his body aches and the only suitable balm for his pain is the fluffiness of the bedspread beneath him, caressing his body.

Taehyung laughs and turns on his side, reaching out to take a strand of your hair. “Hush, babe. I almost died today at the lab and Jeonggukkie even forgot to bring me lunch!”

Jeongguk scowls beside you and shifts so that you have enough room to scoot towards the middle of the bed. With two boyfriends, you really should have invested in a bigger bed earlier, but Taehyung always seems to blow his share of the money on things you’re positive he doesn’t actually need. You and Jeongguk have been secretly saving more money to cover for Taehyung’s share, but neither of you has had the heart to tell him that yet.

“I shouldn’t be bringing you lunch in the first place!” Jeongguk argues, pushing a finger into Taehyung’s face right over your own head. “You’re not in primary school anymore, Tae! You shouldn’t be asking us to bring you lunch like we’re your parents and you’re our kid who always forgets to take his lunch with him when he leaves for school.”

You look up to see that Taehyung is biting down on his lip, a hesitant look in his eyes while he decides on how to answer Jeongguk.

“So what you’re saying is,” Taehyung begins, his hand stilling in your hair as he meets Jeongguk’s gaze. “You don’t like eating our lunches together and getting a little break from our work when we both need it?”

Jeongguk sputters. “That’s notー”

“Because if you are,” Taehyung continues. “Then I hereby banish you from our bed.”

You laugh as Jeongguk’s eyes grow to the size of saucers. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too! Tell him, Y/N.”

“Tae,” you laugh, an infectious grin spread wide across your lips. “You really can’t banish him.”

Taehyung squints at you, his tongue between his teeth as he considers your response. “And why not?”

You raise a brow at him and sigh before pushing yourself up and move quickly to straddle Jeongguk’s waist. Jeongguk immediately catches on to what you intend to do and settles himself down on the mattress, hands coming up to cradle your face as you lean in towards him. You both look over at Taehyung who’s staring at the two of you, wide-eyed, and hand suspiciously hidden beneath the sheets.

“Because if you really banished, Gukkie,” you say. “Then, we wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Jeongguk applies gentle pressure to the side of your face to make you look at him again. He leans up and you comply, dipping your head down to meet his lips. His lips are soft and smooth and you forget that you’re only doing this to rile Taehyung up, but that’s forgotten when you hear him move beside you two and suddenly Taehyung is behind you, pushing his semi against your backside.

“I see your reasoning, still want to banish him though,” Taehyung murmurs into the quiet of your bedroom.

Jeongguk quietly laughs beneath you and presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck. You sigh between the two men and let yourself sink into the familiar feeling of them around you.

“You can’t banish him, you love him too much,” you say, your voice a gentle whisper between your boyfriends.

Taehyung nuzzles his nose into the nape of your neck which is left exposed by your short hair. “Damn it, you’re so right.”

“When has Y/N ever been wrong?” Jeongguk asks in the dim quiet and Taehyung laughs, leaning over you to reach the younger man.

“Probably never,” you hum as Taehyung lets his nose bump against Jeongguk’s.

Jeongguk turns his face to kiss Taehyung softly on the lips, his eyelids fluttering shut as he does. Your heart warms at the sight. It’s taken some time, but eventually, the three of you had sorted out all your differences and ended up together. You’d gone through a lot with these two, but they’d stuck by your side and by each other’s and you couldn’t ask for better people to share your life with. 

Taehyung is wild at times. He’s very outgoing and has a passion for animal science. He can’t walk past a dog without saying hello and he gets along with kids so well that you’d just been swept up into his crazy. Jeongguk, on the other hand, is calm, grounding. He’s the dependable one, a bit too serious for his age, but always confident in what he does. He has a fierce love for art and it had inspired you to follow your own dreams. You’re a preschool teacher who looks after a class of thirty toddlers with the help of two of other teachers a bit older than you and a teacher’s aide that’s a year younger than you. You three live a hectic whirlwind of a life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You love your two boys and they love you. They prove it to you often and you make no fuss about Taehyung opening you up from behind with some lube after Jeongguk has shed you of your clothes. His tongue flicks out at the pert nub surrounded by your areola and you whine, letting your head drop down to fall into the curve of Jeongguk’s neck while Taehyung works you open. Condoms are produced from the bedside drawer and Jeongguk is quick to slide into you, cupping your jaw as he does before Taehyung follows soon after and you feel so full.

“You okay, Y/N?” Jeongguk asks, he and Taehyung holding their breath as they wait for you to adjust to them.

You nod, your cheeks pink and your skin tingling all over. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay. You guys…you guys can move.”

“Oh thank god,” Taehyung groans and shallowly pulls out before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” You yelp, your arms giving out on supporting your weight so that you land on Jeongguk’s chest.

Taehyung follows you, keeping his chest plastered to your back as his hips rut forward and Jeongguk grips your waist, using one hand to brush your hair out of your eyes as he pushes into you as well. You keen, your skin feeling on fire from all that’s going on and press your lips to Jeongguk’s collarbones. Taehyung bites your earlobe at the same moment that Jeongguk manages to lick his way into your mouth and you aren’t sure how your body is still functioning properly.

Jeongguk and Taehyung are moving against you, rutting their hips into you, hands tight on your figure and each other’s, bodies slick with sweat. Your bedroom smells of sex, sweat and Taehyung’s cologne that has never actually left the room no matter how many times you aired it out after Taehyung had accidentally spilled a bottle-full onto your carpet. 

Taehyung and Jeongguk are hot above and beneath and in you and you’re overcome with emotion as they rock into you, losing the rhythm they had established as their orgasms approach. Their movements slow, their breathing becomes labored and you choke out a moan when Jeongguk stills beneath you, blowing his load with a shout of your name and Taehyung’s. Taehyung continues to move, your backside beginning to ache when it feels like every cell in your body has been lit on fire. You are so close to the brink, you just need that one last push and you’ll be homebound.

Taehyung gives you that last push and crumples into you, moaning incoherently as his orgasm overcomes him. Jeongguk pets your hair, murmuring praises towards you and Taehyung as your whole body begins to shake. You come with a cry, your hands curling into fists in Jeongguk’s hair as Taehyung clings to your back, his body boneless, but lips persistent against your shoulder blades. Taehyung rolls off you, peeling his condom away with shaky hands before Jeongguk takes it from him and ties it off with a knot, aiming it towards the trash bin in the corner before Taehyung helps ease you off of Jeongguk’s softened cock.

Jeongguk gets rid of his condom as efficiently as he did Taehyung’s and rummages around in the dresser, making a triumphant noise in the back of his throat as he pulls the wet wipes out. He cleans all three of you, as meticulous as usual, and you sag into the mattress and your boyfriends’ warm embraces. Taehyung noses along your jaw, inhaling your post-sex scent while Jeongguk curls into your side, peppering your shoulder and throat with kisses.

Everything feels soft and you feel sleepy and with the way the boys around you are cuddled up to you on the tiny mattress, bliss outlining each and every one of their features, it’s almost too easy to fall into a dreamless sleep for the night.

A week later, you and Jeongguk are struggling to get the new bed past the doorway with a pompous Taehyung standing in the kitchen, directing your movements.

Neither you nor Jeongguk knows how or when, or even where Taehyung had gotten the money from, but somehow, someway, Taehyung had managed to buy you all a new bed. It was large and heavy and of course, it was you and Jeongguk who were lugging it into your house. Taehyung had never been one for breaking a sweat if it didn’t include sex somehow.

“To the left and tilt it sideways! Come on, Y/N, Jeongguk! You can do this!” He chants.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and scoffs at the eldest. “Just because you managed to singlehandedly buy us a new bed, doesn’t mean you get out of helping us push it into the bedroom, Tae.”

Taehyung tsks at him and you can’t help but laugh, struggling to hold up your end of the mattress as you do. “Gukkie. I bought it, therefore you two do all the heavy lifting and get it into our room and you won’t complain while you do it.”

Jeongguk mumbles something under his breath and tilts the mattress, helping you push your end past the front door.

“See? Easy! Now come on, to the bedroom we go!” Taehyung directs, striking a Columbus pose before he scampers off to your bedroom.

“Why do we put up with him?” Jeongguk asks you, a sigh escaping from his throat as he sets the mattress down for a short break.

You set your end down and quickly walk over to Jeongguk to give him a reassuring peck on his lips. “Because we love him. Why else would we do it?”

Jeongguk laughs and kisses you again. “You are so right.”

“When am I ever wrong?” You ask, teasingly.

Taehyung jumps onto the both of you then, scaring the shit out of you before you’re stuck dealing with a jumpy Taehyung who’s pressing multiple kisses to your mouth. “Never. Our Y/N is never wrong.”

Jeongguk wraps you both into his arms, a fond smile gracing his lips. “Got that right.”

a/n: I made this more fluffy than it really needed to be o: also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

❀ admin rosebud

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1929 Ford roadster pickup equipped with a Four-Banger has V-8 Punch

If you’ve been a reader of STREET RODDER for the past decade or so you’ve probably seen the name Jeff Eischen pop up every couple of years. He’s certainly not a “household name” like some of the star hot rod builders who have their own TV shows nor does he have the big 50-foot car hauler parked at events across the country. Jeff has taken an almost opposite approach: he keeps a low profile (that’s his personality), and he turns out some truly spectacular cars (that’s his immense talent).

STREET RODDER first found Jeff at a Goodguys event in 2005 when it gave him a Top 10 award (since rebranded as the Painless Performance Products/STREET RODDER Top 100 program) for a little track-nose roadster he brought to the show. We found him again two years later with a Garage Scene profile on a 1929 roadster pickup he was working on.

Then, from 2008-2011, his cars started being featured annually in the magazine (Feb. ’08 a 1931 Ford tub; Jun. ’09 a T roadster; Sep. ’10 a 1932 roadster pickup; Sep. ’11 a 1929 Ford coupe), with a small break before reappearing in the Aug. ’14 issue with another 1929 Ford coupe.

After the first Model A coupe debuted, hot rodder and ex-IMSA Porsche 962 racer Bruce Leven started paying attention to what Jeff was doing and soon thereafter began a relationship with Jeff where Leven would underwrite the build with the stipulation Bruce’s Garage in Washington would become the eventual resting spot for the cars. The pair do work well together, as they have similar tastes, and there is a lot of discussion and back-and-forth when the cars are going together. The two first produced a 1929 Ford roadster pickup, then the second Model A coupe Jeff built in 2014, and now the pair’s latest effort: the Gemsa/Leven Ford Special.

The moniker may be a bit misleading as Joe Gemsa, the brilliant machinist from the ’50s until his death in 1995 (and who developed single- and dual-overhead cam conversions for the Model B engine), didn’t own or work on this car, but one of his rare and wonderful cylinder head configurations is one of the car’s highlights—of which there are many.

Much of what you see on this vehicle, and nearly everything you don’t see, was scratch-built by Jeff in his home garage, located a few miles outside Columbus, Ohio. For this roadster, he started with a computer-aided chassis design, which he then fab’d out of 2×4 boxed steel. He added a crossmember and X-member from Pinkee’s, and set the suspension up out back with a one-off hairpin design that bends inboard when it gets close to the bells of the Winters’ quick-change (4.11:1).

A pair of Andre Hartford 506 friction shocks (from London, England) connect with a set of quarter-elliptic leaf springs from Posies, and a Panhard bar keeps the quickie centered. Up front, a tube axle features another set of transverse-mounted Posies quarter-elliptic springs, another pair of Hartford friction shocks, plus another Panhard bar. Magnum spindles hang off the ends of the axle where a set of faux-Buick disc brake drums (from Alan Johnson) give off a vintage appearance but with contemporary stopping power.

Steering is accomplished with a TrackMaster Products’ side steer box (available in 16:1 or 24:1 ratios) aided by a steering column, Pitman arm, and an engine-turned, three-spoke, stainless steering wheel all fab’d by Jeff. The wire road wheels from Dayton (16×4 and 16×6) certainly evoke the look found on racing cars from a century earlier, but are shod with present-day Excelsior 500 and 750 rubber.

With the chassis out of the way, attention gets turned toward the drivetrain. Being the racer that he is, Leven picks the type of motor for his projects and, though Jeff’s own history is extensive (including stints with the racing programs of IMSA, SCCA, CART Indy, as well as a team member at the endurance races at Sebring and Daytona) and his penchant for using really unique engines in his rides (such as a Miller-equipped Model B banger), getting the motor working in this car required some outside help.

The 210-inch four-cylinder is from 1923 and was built and tuned by Dan Brewer at Shaver Specialties Racing Engines in Torrance, California. As the name implies, Shavers does build racing engines, both in crate form for any use as well as ones used (and abused) in off-road, circle track, and roundy-round tracks across the country, and they’ve been doing so for nearly four decades.

Internally, counterweights were added to the crank, and the assembly was built using Carrillo rods and JE pistons (0.060 over). The dual-overhead Gemsa camshaft configuration is pretty rare, and the head (set up with a 9:1 compression ratio) is fed by a pair of S&S Super G Shorty sidedraft carbs. Originally designed for the 1980-1990 Harley V-Twins and Sportster motorcycles, Jeff adapted the carbs by fab’ing his own log-type intake manifold.

Located throughout the engine compartment you’ll notice small (about the size of a stick of gum) sticker strips made by Thermax attached to temperature-critical parts (such as the radiator, intake manifold, or backside of the electric water pump) that gives the driver instant pinpoint analysis of the drivetrain’s operating temps.

Externally you’ll find a Meziere electric water pump, a Derale Performance fan for the Walker radiator, an ignition system that utilizes a Vertex ignition and solid cotton-wrapped wires, and an Eischen-designed and built exhaust system that starts with 2-inch stainless steel headers that work back down the passenger side of the roadster into 3-inch stainless tubing outfitted with a Stainless Works muffler insert. The ultraclean and tidy engine mounts to a 1939 Ford box (with a truck tailshaft), outfitted with a Ford tractor clutch, an aluminum flywheel, all operated by a Pinkee’s pedal assembly, modified by Jeff. Both the 12-gallon gas tank (made by Jeff) and the driveshaft (from Coleman Machine) are aluminum.

Like the engine, the design of the car featured input from several sources, including Brookville Roadsters (supplied the steel 1929 Ford roadster pickup body), Moal Coachbuilders (the bulbous track nose and its grille), and more of Jeff’s handiwork (such as the four-piece hood that features stainless steel mesh grilles in each of the pieces). And much of what attaches one item to another on this ride is secured with stainless steel safety wire.

Once Jeff was satisfied with the fit of all the body parts, everything was sent to Petar Brown of Brown Restorations, who has painted the last few cars for Jeff (though normally they’re black). This time British Racing Green was the preferred color, and Brown used PPG products to get the job done.

The headlights, which might be easily confused with a modern-day, flat-face, off-road type lens, are actually Ryan-Lite lamps, which were used on high-end cars back in the ’20s (think Stutz or Lincoln phaetons). The 3-in-1 stop/taillight, mounted above the exposed gas tank, is your average 1916 Cadillac unit.

Mike Barr, from Metal Brite in Dayton, Ohio, was responsible for the car’s nickel plating, which includes the subtle roll bar (bent by Tubular Technologies in Hilliard, Ohio) just barely poking up from behind the cockpit. Jeff also fab’d the windshield frame, which follows the top edge of the cowl and flows into integral posts, with tabs every 9 inches or so to help secure the Plexiglas windshield as well as the side glass at the door tops.

Inside the cockpit Jeff opted for a Brookville 1932 Ford roadster dash, which he finished in crinkle black paint before adding a pair of Classic Instruments gauges in a panel Jeff made. To their right another panel holds twin Meylan stopwatches—typically used by the navigator in a timed road course. Jeff tapped Robert McCarter, whom he’d used on previous builds, to complete the simple-looking interior. McCarter used square-weave carpet, complemented by custom speedster-type bucket seats covered in brown leather—the same material used to line the cockpit and doors.

Once the car was finished, it debuted at the 2017 Grand National Roadster Show in Southern California. It was perhaps unfortunate where it was placed—in the shadow of the other car Bruce Leven had entered: a spectacular 1951 Ford Gran Turismo with a stunning road racing chassis. Most folks didn’t get a chance to study the incredible work that went into the little roadster but, if they had, they’d have come away with a new appreciation for how hard it must be to make something so simple look so damn good!

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Ramblings: Karlsson, Strome, Maroon, Ennis, a Sharks prospect and more (July 9)

Ramblings: Karlsson, Strome, Maroon, Ennis, a Sharks prospect and more (July 9)

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I always stress to fantasy owners – never hold onto a prospect you hope will be as good as Player X, if you can actually use him to get Player X. This applies to the real-world case of Erik Karlsson. Dallas should give up Miro Heiskanen, simple as that. If Karlsson signs an extension, then voila – you have your defenseman who could be as good as Erik Karlsson signed for the next eight years. And his name is Erik Karlsson. And don’t tell me how he’ll lose a step in four years or has lost a step now – this guy is the Crosby of defenseman and he has not lost a step now, and won’t in four years. Nicklas Lidstrom had 70 points when he was 36 and so could Karlsson. He’s that good. Generational. Hold onto Heiskanen and miss out on Karlsson? Don’t be stupid.

Speaking of stupid, Ottawa GM Pierre Dorion can redeem himself here by either re-signing Karlsson (obviously not going to happen, but one can dream?) or getting a huge and satisfying return on him in a trade. And to do that, he needs to let this thing drag out for at least a month. There’s literally no rush here, play one team off the other. Rinse, repeat.

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Scott Maran’s hard line on Ryan Strome yesterday (here) generated a ton of discussion. I’m still tempted to put him on my fantasy roster, acquiring him at a low price…but I haven’t put out feelers yet so clearly I’m not very confident in him. It’s that “what if he plays with McDavid” intrigue that I (and many of you) often fall victim. It’s a lottery ticket. I think we all know who the favorites are and we all have hunches as to who will likely get first dibs there. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins and Jesse Puljujarvi are my two guesses, with Ty Rattie and Kailer Yamamoto as the runners up, but I wouldn’t discount Drake Caggiula, Pontus Aberg or Strome either. Likely scenario? Everyone gets a few games on the McDavid line, resulting in mediocre totals for everyone and lots of waiver-wire scrambling throughout the season as players get hot and cold. Just like always.

Long shots – Cooper Marody and Tobias Rieder.

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The San Jose Sharks signed Vladislav Kotkov to a three-year entry-level contract. Kotkov was ranked 75th in our Fantasy Prospects Report for the 2018 NHL Draft…and then he wasn’t drafted. The Sharks may have gotten a steal there. Here is what Peter Harling wrote about him in the FPR:

The big 6-3 Russian winger made his North American debut after being selected 32nd overall in the 2017 CHL Import Draft. In his rookie season he produced 21 goals and 49 points but slowed down as the season wore on which is a red flag for scouts. Kotkov is a versatile and well-rounded player, he has size, a good first step, has skill, and can play in all situations. While he is a well-rounded player that is good all over, he does not really excel in any one area.

He also compared him a little to Alex Radulov in terms of upside. When players like Kotkov slip through the draft and can just be signed by NHL teams, I’d be trading my fifth/sixth/seventh round picks for assets all the time. What’s the point in keeping them? If I could swap my fifth and sixth rounder and get a fourth in return, I’d do that for sure! Especially if I could just turn around and sign a couple of Top 100 ranked prospects who fell through the draft (there were several of them this year).

The Sharks were always this team that lacked prospect depth, but hit home runs with one of them every year or two. Doing the FPR for 12 years I have observed this. But now they actually do have a handful of promising guys who could make a mark within three years.

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It’s looking like Patrick Maroon will sign with the Blues, although right now the official party line is that things are still not settled yet and the Blues have a good chance. Maroon is from St. Louis, which is why he would bother to sign with a team that is already so deep. The Blues this summer are getting pretty powerful – if Jake Allen ever decides to suddenly see his potential, then this team becomes elite.

If and when Maroon signs, I will break it down for you in terms of fantasy implications.

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Here is an interesting interview with the agent for Artemi Panarin (may be behind a paywall). Of note: “he loves the team, he loves the coach. It’s not the team or the way they treat him. It’s about, does he want to spend the next eight years in Columbus? That’s the only thing at stake right now. If it was a two-year deal we probably would have done it. But it isn’t a two-year deal. It’s gonna have to be an extended, seven- or eight-year deal put in place.”

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Everyone loves the Tyler Ennis signing for Toronto. And what’s not to love? He has some upside and there’s virtually no risk. A very small contract that could be buried in the minors, plus a one-year deal that doesn’t handcuff them, and he cost them no assets. And I’ve always liked Ennis, as you probably know. But what’s the point? He’s not going to get a shot. Fourth line? Why? Ennis was a potential star who was derailed by injuries which stunted his development as well as probably hurt his actual skill level. Any upside that he has left can only be seen on a scoring line. Put him on the fourth line and you may as well put him in the press box. And for him to be on a scoring line, two of: William Nylander, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Mitch Marner, Zach Hyman need to be hurt. And they need to be hurt for an extended period of time because even if Ennis clicked on one of the big lines he would just lose his spot as soon as the regular player returned from injury. This won’t happen, so I ask again – what’s the point? In fact, this could even hurt the team more than help, as it will almost certainly mean that Josh Leivo spends another year in the press box and Andreas Johnsson’s ice time gets cut or downright eliminated. Does that help his development? Does it help the team win? I sincerely hope it works out for Ennis – as I said, I like him – but I just don’t see it. And besides all that, I think Minnesota gave him some good linemates and decent ice time last year, especially early on. Nothing came of it.

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Quick thoughts on Anthony Duclair – I don’t think he can bounce back and I don’t have any faith in him as a fantasy asset. Columbus is a good fit, for what it’s worth. But if I owned him I’d still be dropping him.

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Beau Bennett has signed to play in the KHL for Dinamo Minsk. The 26-year-old at one point was the Daniel Sprong of Pittsburgh prospects – sure to make the team, certain to be a scoring-line winger, and in high demand in fantasy hockey leagues. But one injury after another killed his development. The guy couldn’t tie his skates without suffering an injury that sidelined him for two months. Three years of that later and he was no longer the same player.

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The Ducks made a great depth signing the other day in Andrej Sustr. He’s their No.7 defenseman and I think that’s great, although it does push Jacob Larsson back to the minors to start the campaign. Anaheim’s D: Cam Fowler, Hampus Lindholm, Josh Manson, Marcus Pettersson, Luke Schenn and now Sustr. This also knocks Korbinian Holzer off the roster and pushes Andy Welinski back to the minors too.

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I spent the weekend in Montreal and on Friday I had some drinks in Boucherville with Mario Prata, who was one of the founders of The Forecaster and who now runs my marketing and other special projects. I had also invited any readers out who were in the area and it was nice to meet one long-time reader who came out. It was a fun evening and I always enjoy getting to know the readers, especially the long-time ones with names that I recognize and can now put a face to.

Later in the night this reader confided that his wife passed away from cancer a couple of weeks ago and it was quite obviously shocking to hear. I won’t mention his name, because it’s deeply personal and I don’t want to overstep. But it was really great talking to you, thank you for coming out, you are a stronger man than I – and cancer really does suck.

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See you next Monday

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Sneaking Around

Columbus Ohio x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2344 words

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Summary: Tallahassee finding out that you, his daughter, and Columbus have been seeing each other in secret

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It was a bad idea.

All things considered, there was nothing worse that you could have done. You both knew it, but at the same time, you couldn’t help yourselves.

Once Tallahassee found out about this whole thing, he was going to lose his mind. However, as much as you loved and respected him as your father, you weren’t blind to the fact that he wasn’t always right.

Where Columbus was concerned, for example, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Florida acted like there was something wrong with him, even though the younger male was arguably your father’s greatest friend in the world. It was where you were concerned that the whole thing fell apart.

Columbus wasn’t good enough for you.

The idea of the two of you together, in any way, made him want to throw up and Tallahassee wasn’t exactly secretive about that. It was his one rule, the one thing he’d forbidden you from doing.

You weren’t allowed to date him.

So, naturally, that was exactly what you were doing.

It was inevitable.

The two of you were around the same age, going through something that only you were going through, and as if you didn’t already know, the apocalypse was lonely.

It wasn’t like the dating pool was vast and diverse.

Besides, you didn’t see anything wrong with it. Just because Tallahassee was your father didn’t mean he got to decide everything you did for the rest of your life.

There was a difference between keeping you safe and running your life. All you asked was that he learned the difference and respected it.

The two of you had grown up together seeing as Tallahassee had you pretty young, and your mom gave up custody of you almost immediately. In that way, you knew you were closer than the typical father-daughter would be.

...but controlling who you could and couldn’t date in your early twenties was a bit of a stretch.

You liked Columbus, and at this point, you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to stay away from him if you tried. The only other option then, if you didn’t want to be lectured into eternity, was keeping your relationship a secret.

It wasn’t ideal, and you weren’t happy about lying to him, but sometimes you had to do what had to be done.

What Florida didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Right?

Wrong.

Sneaking around was bound to get old at some point, and the longer you kept it up, the more you ran the risk of getting caught, which just couldn’t happen.

You would never, ever, live that down.

Though, one of you wasn’t nearly as worried about getting caught as the other. In fact, Columbus was having a really good time keeping secrets from Tallahassee and sneaking around behind his back.

He was getting a kick out of it.

The older man had been busting his balls since they met and knowing that he had such a huge secret that Florida knew nothing about was some pretty sweet irony for him.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was head over heels in love with you.

From the start, Ohio had been in a desperate search for love and as soon as he met you, he knew you would be the one. There was just something about you, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else changing his life like you had.

You were strong and determined, without the uncontrollable anger and sass that Tallahassee had. It was as if you mixed together all the good qualities in the man with the genes of your mother, who he could only imagine was an angel.

That was the only way he could imagine Tallahassee having a kid like you.

It didn’t make any sense otherwise.

“Come here, look at this” You gushed, grabbing Columbus by the arm in a desperate attempt to get him to pay attention to what it was you were seeing.

After what had happened at Graceland, you had very little hope for the Hound Dog Hotel but it wasn’t shaping up to be too bad a time. All things considered, there was some pretty cool stuff here.

...and you weren’t the only one who thought so.

You hadn’t seen your dad since you walked through the doors and you were sure he was sneaking around here somewhere, snatching memorabilia from the shelves and singing at the top of his lungs.

At the very least, this place would put him in a better mood than he’d been in lately.

“Are you seeing this? These are Elvis’ actual shoes” you gasped, gesturing wildly to them as you fangirled. You had been raised on Tallahassee’s love of the King, and harbored quite the obsession yourself.

Being here was putting you in a really good mood.

Columbus grinned, watching you stare in awe at the blue suede, taking in every little detail of them as if you had never seen anything better before now.

It was sweet.

There was something sweet about it, something innocent that he hadn’t seen in you in a really long time. It was a real joy, without the worry or concern that came with living in a world like this one.

“I see” he hummed, not even bothering to hide the amusement in his tone as he talked to you.

A pair of shoes seemed a little silly as far as things to get this excited about were but he was just glad you were so happy. If you were happy, he was happy.

That was how this whole thing worked.

“And isn’t that amazing?” you continued, hoping that you could prompt a similar amusement from him but nothing came, not in the way you were looking for anyway.

More than anything, he just enjoyed being here with you.

The two of you didn’t get a lot of chances to be alone without the intrusion of someone else, whether that be Wichita, Little Rock, or worst of all, Tallahassee.

Just being together was all he could have ever wanted, but there was one other thing that would have surely gotten the reaction from you that he wanted so badly.

Without so much as a second thought, Ohio snatched the blue suede shoes from the pedestal they were on and slipped them on to his feet. It wasn’t a sure thing at first, but he quickly realized they were a perfect fit.

What were the odds of that?

“What do you think?” he grinned, doing his best to be suave in them, though it didn’t really work that way because he was too lanky and awkward. Instead, he sort of resembled a newborn calf learning to walk.

Thankfully, he was so endearing and adorable that you couldn't help but laugh.

“They’re very sexy” you teased, closing the space between you with a smirk on your face, doing your best to keep the giggled bubbling up in your throat at bay as you draped your arm over his shoulder.

“Oh yeah, you think?”

Columbus’ voice came in the same teasing tone as your own, his eyebrows wiggling as he looked at you, jaw tight to hold in his own laughter.

This was just too much for you both.

“Absolutely” you smiled, leaning forward just enough to capture his lips with your own as the best way to punctuate your point. They weren’t really all that sexy so much as you just liked him, but he wasn’t about to split hairs over it.

He was just glad to be kissing you, in all honesty.

However, the moment was over as quickly as it started because from somewhere behind you, someone else had entered the room and wasn’t about to leave you to it.

After all, Tallahassee was just doing his best to keep his head from exploding as he took in the sight of you, his daughter, in a heated make out with his most pathetic acquaintance.

It wasn’t happening.

He was sure it wasn’t.

The more viable conclusion was that he’d fallen somewhere and given himself a concussion, inducing hallucinations, or maybe he was dead. Anything would be easier to accept than what he was looking at.

“Oh fuck no”

Those three words were practically inaudible at first, but that too was short lived because once he’d realized that what he was seeing was really happening, that was when the yelling started.

...and once he started, it was hard to get him to stop.

In fact, by the time you’d turned around, fully separating from Columbus, your father was already red in the face.

Evidently, today was the day.

You were never going to hear the end of this.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM ME? I MEAN, ANYONE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN HIM? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY RULES? THAT WAS THE ONE THING I ASKED-”

There was no good way for this to end, which you and Columbus both knew. Even as you looked at him, eyes wide, Tallahassee kept going. He couldn’t imagine how this had happened right under his nose.

As far as he knew, the two of you didn’t even get along but clearly that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t born yesterday, and he knew what kissing like that meant.

That wasn’t a passing smooch or a casual make out out of boredom. This was something the two of you had been maintaining for quite some time, and that was the worst part of it all.

You had been lying to him.

“Buddy, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal” Columbus tried, practically shouting into the void with his suggestion. Though, as soon as he spoke, Florida stopped his rant in its tracks.

Which wasn’t a good sign.

“Oh no, not gonna happen buddy” he spit back, momentarily making you glad he’d left his gun in the van. If he had it right now, there was no telling what would happen.

Tallahassee was angry, in general, but this was something different. For him, this was more of a betrayal than something that would make him angry, which made it so much worse.

He just couldn’t believe this was happening.

All you knew was that someone had to do something before this escalated much more and ruined the entire thing you all had going on. You were a family, but if you didn’t step in, there wouldn’t be anything left.

Clearly, Columbus wasn’t the one to fix this whole thing.

“Okay, can we just talk about this like adults please? I’m a grown up, remember?” you hummed, intentionally keeping your voice calm to keep this from escalating that much more.

Over everything else, you were sure he was more upset with you. At its core, this issue was about you growing up and doing something you shouldn't have done.

It had very little to do with Columbus himself.

If it had been anyone else, Florida would have been just as upset.

“Oh, you’re a grown up, well then, what am I even doing here?” he grumbled, completely ignoring the male at your side now, his focus completely on your face.

Objectively, he knew you were right. Even with as much as the world around you had changed, you had too. You weren’t a little girl anymore, clinging onto his pant leg and crying every time he left your side.

You were a grown woman, which was hard enough for a father to grasp, but this was something else entirely.

You weren’t allowed to be with him.

You just weren’t.

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t get why it's such a big deal” you huffed, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans, where you could hide the anxious tapping you got up to.

All you were doing was seeing someone who you really liked and while having your literal father walk in on an impromptu make out wasn’t ideal, it also shouldn’t have been the end of the world.

He used to date plenty, before most of the population died out.

“Because it is. I told you not to do it, and you did” Tallahassee grumbled, crossing his arms, his words leaving his lips in a traditional dad fashion.

That was always his go to thing, even when you were a kid.

You can’t do that because I told you not to.

It might have worked out well when you were six years old and trying to tie your opposing shoelaces together but not anymore.

Now, the world was literally crumbling around you and you all faced death on a daily basis. If the worst thing you got up to was falling in love with a man who carried a tiny purell in his pocket, you didn’t get why that was such a problem.

Out of all the men you could have chosen, even before the end of the world, Columbus was by far the best.

He was sweet, smart, and cared about you more than anyone ever had in your life. By all accounts, you were lucky and while you felt bad for lying to Tallahassee about being with him, you wouldn’t have done anything differently.

Being with him was important to you, and you loved him.

Nothing was going to change that.

“I love him, okay? That’s why I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew this was how you would react” you sighed, finding it almost impossible to not just give up completely.

You knew that no matter what you said, it wouldn’t make a difference. Once Tallahassee had made up his mind, there was nothing you could do to change it.

As much as you would have liked for him to be supportive of your relationship, you weren’t going to stop seeing the man you loved just to appease him.

It just wasn’t going to happen.

It would seem that if there was any time for you to act like your father and take on his stubborn nature, it was now. You just weren’t ready to lose Columbus.

Not now, and not ever.