#he's probably still sweaty and everything UGH

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: we're here to boo Andrew.

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“So, you’re coming?” Jacob’s voice quavers with excitement. You can’t imagine how he’d sound if you said no. You hate letting people down, it seems to be all you've ever done.

“Uh, yeah,” you say as you steer around the track; opting for some MarioKart over Minecraft that night, “boss says it’s no problem to get the days off. Just have to make it up after. Is... Is everything still good on your end?” 

“Oh yeah, sure thing,” he assures buoyantly, “I can’t wait. Did you still wanna split the airBnB?” 

“Actually, I got a place to stay for the night then I’ll take the early bus back,” you explain as Princess Peach knocks you off the track, “argh!” 

“Right, that’s good,” he says, “good to know you won’t be stranded out there.” 

“Mhm,” you use your boost to catch up to Peach and get your revenge. You don’t mention that Kara will be with you at the con. You just want to be sure this isn’t something wonky. “It’ll be nice to get out of town. My grandma will probably be happy to have the place to herself.” 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “what’s her problem anyway?” 

“Just the way she is. She likes her space,” you shrug, “I don’t know, I don’t think she expected to be raising her granddaughter...” 

“Ah, yeah, I guess that would be stressful,” he says, “still, seems like you’re not too bad to be around. Got a job, go to school, all that. Think my dad would love it if I put in half as much effort.” 

“Yeah? You make him sound like a hard ass.” 

“Can be. Lawyer, so kinda his schtick,” he chuckles. 

“Oo, fancy,” you snort. Maybe if either of your parents had been lawyers, you wouldn’t be living off your grandma’s resent.  

“I guess. Never really see him that much...” he grumbles. 

“Hm, well, no winning, is there?” You mutter. 

“Not really,” he sighs and hisses, “ugh, Toad!” 

You chuckle and cross the finish line. A respectable second. You wait for him to finish and stifle a yawn. 

“Tired?” He asks. 

“Little.” 

“Me too, long day,” he groans, “neck’s killing me.” 

“Oh, what’d you do--” 

“You know, I’m-- an idiot. Was messing around on my bike.” 

“Of course,” you snicker, “well, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna sign off. I don’t wanna keep my grandma up and my head’s starting to go.” 

“Sure, I gotta get up early anyway,” he sounds less than enthused. “Good night.” 

“You too.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Can’t, work. Day after?” 

“Okay, I’ll make it work,” he confirms, “I’m excited about meeting up. Aren’t you?” 

“Yep,” you try not to show your doubt. You’re still not really sure about everything. 

“Can’t wait,” he rasps and the silt in his tone makes you shiver. 

“Yeah, er, bye then,” you hit end session and take off your headset, your ears tender and a bit sweaty. Even if it is awkward, at least you’ll get to hang with Kara for a bit. You haven’t seen her since grad. 

🎮

You’re already exhausted and you’re not even inside yet. The line for the convention is bustling and your excitement keeps you going as you and Kara gab away and move with the slow crawl. The sun beams down and has you sweating, though you could easily blame that on your nerves too. 

“So, this Jacob... is he cute?” She winks. 

“Kara,” you roll your eyes, “it’s not like that. Really. We just game.” 

“Oh yeah. But do you want it to be more?” She teases. 

“You know I’m not really into all that. I don’t have room for a boyfriend in my life.” 

“So boring. Never change, girlie,” she nudges you playfully. “But really, that’s smart. Calvin is too much. I’m thinking of cutting him loose.” 

“Again?” You squint. 

“Not my fault he keeps coming back,” she giggles. 

You peer around, searching out a familiar face amid the ocean of strangers. You haven’t seen Jacob yet. You’re almost hoping he doesn’t show up. Then again, why wouldn’t he? He paid for you to be here. The reminder of the fact strikes guilt in your chest. 

You pause as your eyes catch another pair, further back in the queue. An older man with a beard. He stands out among the crowd. He wears a tidy button-up where most wear graphic tees or cosplay attire. He stares for a moment before he turns away and looks down, probably at whatever kid dragged him there. 

“Well, what are you going to do if he sees you and falls in love?” Kara asks. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“If he’s a nerd like you, how could he not?” 

“Hey,” you frown. 

“What? You’re like the sexy gamer girl type. Isn’t that what dudes want?” She shrugs. “Let me see his pic again. He’s a skinny little thing. He’d definitely be into you.” 

“Urgh, stop,” you cross your arms. 

“Sorry, I’m only playing. You just seem so nervous, I’m trying to loosen you up.” 

“I know,” you puff, “it’s just... I should’ve just said no. This is stupid. I don’t know why I even agreed.” 

“To get out of that shithole,” she snips. “Why do you think I hauled ass the minute I popped by grad cap on?” 

“Mm, yeah, I just hope... do you think he really wants that? Maybe I gave him the wrong idea. Oh, Kar, I really didn’t mean to lead him on.” 

“No, no, I’m sure it’s nothing you did if he does. I mean, he’s probably a virgin so...” 

“That’s mean,” you pout. 

“What, so are you,” she laughs. 

“Exactly,” you shake your head and drop your arms, a buzz jittering your skirt pocket.  

You look down at yourself as you slide your phone free. That was probably a bold choice but it’s so damn hot out. Besides, your Pikachu tee is loose enough to counteract the denim sheath. You turn the screen up, shading it with your hand as you read. 

‘Sorry, not going to make it. Something came up. 🙁' 

You frown and reread the message. Really? You came all the way here, took time off of work, and he’s flaking? 

“What’s up?” Kara asks as she clicks her manicured nails impatiently and stands on her toes, trying to see past the bodies ahead. 

“He just cancelled,” you mutter and type in your reply. 

‘Oh no. Hope it’s nothing bad. Maybe another time.’ 

You hit send and drop your shoulders. You’re surprised how disappointed you are. More so about the wasted effort than anything. Even if you are a bit relieved, it’s shitty. 

“Ah, bullshit!” Kara sneers, “what the hell? What did he say?” She reaches for your phone and you hold it out of her grasp. “That fucker.” 

“It’s probably not his fault. Shit happens.” 

“Babe, you’re gonna settle for a lot of nonsense if you keep that attitude. I’d be friggin pissed if I was you. He brings you all the way here and now he’s too good for you. I bet he saw some cute girl in line and she smiled at him once so now he’s ditching,” she scowls, “I hate boys.” 

“I’m sure... it’s nothing,” you say glumly as your phone vibes again. 

‘I’m real sorry. I hope you still have a good time. Take lots of pictures.’ 

You don’t respond. You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket. It never feels good to be stood up. Even then. 

“You know what, screw him,” Kara snarls, “let’s go in there and buy you the cutest plushie you can find. Hell, maybe you can find an even cuter guy.” 

“Kar,” you warn her. 

“Fine, just the plushie. Maybe two,” she trills, “forget that loser.” 

🎮

The chaos of the convention wipes away the dark cloud over you. You’re almost thankful that Jacob gave you the opportunity to catch up with Kara. You didn’t realise how much you missed her. It’s perfect day where you can forget about your grandmother and your lame job and everything else. 

You rush around from booth to booth. You look at fanart, handmade figures, and stuffies. You’re mindful of your wallet and how empty it really is. You’ll get one thing and a snack. That’s all you can afford.  

As the hours roll by, your early morning bus ride and time spent standing out in the hot sun catch up to you. You feel your muscles starting to ache and your eyelids turning fuzzy. You yawn as you shuffle behind Kara as she waits in line to get a signature from the one D-list celeb she’s heard of. You’d get one too but it’s way too expensive. 

“Hey,” you rub your cheek, “mind if I sit and wait? I wanna grab a soft pretzel anyway.” 

“Sure,” she agrees easily, “looks like it’s gonna be a while.” 

“Want me to bring you a drink or something?” You offer. 

“Nah, just text me where you are so I can find you,” she says. 

You leave her reluctantly. You’d rather not be wandering alone through the hordes but your feet are killing you and your stomach’s been roaring for the last hour. You stand in line for the pretzel stall and get yours with cinnamon sugar and syrup. Messy but delicious. 

You find a table in the corner and settle in. You put your phone beside the napkin and tear apart the doughy goodness. Your phone lights up with a notification from the merge game you like to play and you see several other icons; missed messages. 

You focus on your snack, savouring each bite, as your eyes drift around the crowded centre. You can barely see some of the booths as hordes cluster around. Some cosplayers bat at each other with toy swords as children fight over the arcade machines. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity all around. 

You put your head down trying to block out the lights and noise. You feel yourself getting overstimulated. It’s like when you’re in the lecture hall and suddenly you can hear every sniff, sneeze, and keystroke. You close your eyes as you wipe your fingertips on the edge of the napkin, only half-finished your pretzel. 

“Looks good,” a deep voice cuts through the blaring din. 

As you recognise the timbre, your heart squeezes and the world pinpoints at the centre of your skull. You open your eyes and slowly raise your head. You blink dumbly at the unfamiliar man stood in front of you. You think you’ve seen him before, or at least he sticks out from the typical convention attendee. 

It isn’t that he’s too old, there’s lots of older geeks hanging around but they have neckbeards and greasy combovers. His hair is tidy and his beard trimmed close. His clothing also lacks the typical Dorito dust or anime character. You remember, he was outside in the line. 

“Uh, hello?” You utter. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he pulls out the chair across from you. He sits as your insides plunge. You know his voice. 

“Jacob?” You murmur in shock. How? Why? This isn’t the stringy teenager you met online. 

He nods, his jaw tensing, and he crosses an arm over the table, pointing to your half-eaten pretzel, “what’d you get on yours? I can’t decide between sweet or savoury.” 

“Who... are you?” You croak, head spinning as your eyes prick. You knew something was weird. You knew you weren’t talking to Jacob or whoever that boy was in the pictures. 

He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. As his chest deflates, you do too. He’s older than you, bigger than you, and by the looks of him, a lot better off. Why the hell would he be chatting with you? Why would he lie to you? 

“You’re right. I’m not Jacob,” he confesses, the colour draining from his face. He steeples his fingers and considers his next words carefully. You sit back and hug yourself defensively. This is fucked. “My name is Andy, Jacob is my son.” 

“Your son?” You eke out, “why-- why would you lie?” 

He cringes and takes another breath, “he was my son,” he corrects himself, “he... passed.” 

You feel like you’ve been struck. Your mouth falls open, stunned. Not only did he hide behind his son’s photos, but his dead son’s. Oh, god. You feel sick. No, you feel stupid. 

“Look, please, just hear me out. I just—it wasn’t meant to go on this long. When I first lied to you, it was supposed to be that one time. I was... I was lost. I just lost Jacob and I was going through his things. I started playing because I missed him. I wanted to feel like he was still there--” 

“No, no, you got on discord and you started talking to me. As him!” Your voice shakes and your eyes tinge. “That’s not just missing him.” 

“I know, you’re right. I lied but... I got lonely playing by myself so yes, I went onto that discord. You were nice. You didn’t call me a noob or whatever. And... and after work, looking forward to hearing your voice, it got me through a lot of pain. Being alone in that house after so long, I couldn’t cope--” 

“So you lied to me?” You stand and snatch your phone, nauseous to the core, “you manipulated me. How do you know—if you had just been you that I would’ve been any different? If you just wanted to play games, to be friends--” 

“I was scared--” 

“I don’t care if you were scared,” you hiss as you stomp forward. “You’re an adult.” 

He stands and blocks your path. You recoil, put off by his height. He’s a lot bigger on his feet. 

“Please, move or... I’ll scream,” you breathe. 

“You don’t have to do that. Just hear me out,” he pleads. 

“I don’t want to hear anything else from you, Jacob. Or Andy. Or whoever you really are,” you sneer, “move.” 

He shudders and hangs his head. He makes himself seem small as his shoulders round and he backs out of your way. You bite down and march past him.  

You need to get to a bathroom. Now. You’re going to spew up your guts. More important, you need to get yourself together before you go find Kara. She can’t know this happened. It’s too embarrassing. 

[mj0702]

“Are you sure Jenni? I can take her with me if you want” Alexia said seriously as she kept a tight hold on your shirt you looking around in awe

“Of course I’m sure... I’m good with Kids... trust me Ale...” the Madridsta waved off “... we’re gonna have some fun and you call when you’re done with whatever boring stuff you have to do and we meet up and all good”

“Okay...” Alexia took a deep breath before she lightly tugged on your shirt “You behave for Jenni... I promised your sister she can enjoy her week in Cuba without having to worry about you”

“She’s a good kid Ale... don’t be such a fun killer” the black haired rolled her eyes as she pulled you over and into her side hugging you quickly

“I know she is.... I also know trouble always finds her...” the blonde answered

“What are you doing anyway?” Jenni asked

“Media... a little bit for Barcelona a little bit for Eleven” Alexia said watching you as you drifted off into the gaming arcade being amazed by the lights and sounds “.... so... you’re good with kids?”

“Yes... contrary to popular belief... I am” the spaniard said proudly

“Then... where is the Cariño?” Alexia smirked

“Right he...” Jenni smiled trying to pull you back into her side to only grab air “... mierda” Jenni swore looking around panicked

“She’s over there with the basketballs” the blonde pointed out “I told you before... don’t leave her out of your sight”

“Pequeña!!!” Jenni yelled sprinting after you

“Have fun Hermoso” Alexia chuckled to herself watching how Jenni argued with you using hands and feet

“Look Pequeña... I’m the cool Aunt okay.... we do everything you want... but you can’t run off like that!” Jenni said sternly

“Everything I want?” you looked at her excited

“Everything... but no running off” the dark haired one said

“Can I have slushies and Candies?” you got even more excited

“Sure... why not?” Jenni shrugged her shoulders

“Everyone always says I’m not allowed so much sugar because I get so hyped up” you looked a little sad

“Well... you’re back at Ales tonight... I don’t care if you’re hyped up or not” Jenni said nonchalantly

“You really ARE the cool Aunt” you exclaimed happily throwing yourself at her hugging Jenni tightly

“I know... I’m so cool” Jenni laughed catching you with ease

“Can we play some games?” you asked still koala hugging the big spaniard

“Sure... wanna start with the basketballs?” Jenni chuckled as she carefully sat you down again

“You’re going down Hermoso... get ready to lose” you looked at her serious

“Pff you little bebé... as if you could win against ME... your sister tried last year... lost too” the black haired spaniard smirked arrogantly but you saw she was joking

“Yeah well... compared to me my sister is shit” you smirked back and Jenni pulled out her wallet

“I don’t believe it” Jenni grumbled as you walked next to her smiling widely a big slushy in your hand

“Told you you’re going to lose” you grinned proudly

“FOUR TIMES?!” the Madridsta exclaimed

“Well... not me fault you can’t accept defeat” you shrugged your shoulders “... uh... Pac Man”

“You’re too young to know Pac Man” Jenni rolled her eyes

“You are just ancient... you probably were around before there was electricity” you shot back and immediately sprinted of when you saw the look that Jenni threw you

“Come back here you little... ugh” Jenni yelled sprinting after you as you cut through the masses of people

You looked over your shoulder seeing Jenni coming after you so you just laughed in her face and cut to the left when you ran into someone bouncing of that person straight on your ass

“Sorry” you said but froze immediately when you saw who you ran into – the arcade security “Uh oh”

“I told you to come... shit” Jenni finally caught up to you scolding you before she noticed the very angry, very overweight, very sweaty guy looking down at you

“Lo siento signor.... Ella lo siento mucho... se abrumó un poco” the dark haired spaniard immediately started to fire in spanish trying to get you out of trouble

“¿Por qué estaba corriendo? No está permitido correr dentro” the scruffy old man huffed

Jenni spoke in rapid spanish trying to get you off the hook – in which she succeeded agreeing to sign something for the mans grandchild

“Jesús Pequeña... look where you’re going next time” Jenni sighed deeply

“I was chased by a mad elderly woman” you said upset and Jenni pulled you into a headlock while kicking your ass with her heel

“Hey!!! Womanhandling!!!” you exclaimed trying to get away from Jenni but her hold was too strong

“Oh shut up... I just saved your ass... he could’ve gotten the police and they would’ve taken you to jail” Jenni laughed at your attempts to free yourself

“Jenniiiiii” you whined which caused several heads to turn your way

“Mi hermana...siendo un poco de mierda como siempre” the Madridsta smiled at some mother who threw her some questioning looks

“I’m not your sister” you grumbled still being in Jennis headlock

“For the moment you are” Jenni grumbled back and led you outside before letting you go

“I wanna go back” you whined immediately after being released

“We’re not allowed back in...” the black haired spaniard said “... if the security guy sees us again in there he will call the police and we’re both in deep shit because I’m the one who has to explain to Alexia why we got arrested”

“Well... what else we gonna do?” you said a little down

“I know someone who I think you would like a lot” Jenni smirked already having an idea how to get your good mood back

“Yeah?” you perked up a little bit

“Want some Ink on your arm?” the Madridsta smirked and you immediately grinned widely

“Sí por favor” you nodded happily

“Then come on... cool Aunt Jenni has a great plan” Jenni smiled and pulled you along to Alexias Cupra she got for the day

“Hola Raphael mi compa...” Jenni laughed as she entered the little shop on the corner on the outlines of Barcelona

“Jenni... mi Corazon” a young man jumped up from his little chair where he was hunched over a table drawing something

“Mi hermana necesita una manga falsa” the Madrista pointed at you

“Para ti...nunca un problema” Raphael smiled and already got his designs out

“Okay Pequeña... what do you want?” Jenni gently pushed you towards the young man who proudly held out his drawing block

“I want something Lionesses... and Spain... something that represents my families... and of course no.8... Gs national number... who’s Barcas 8?” you said trying to remember the Barcelona squad

“Marta” Jenni rolled her eyes “You should know that”

“Yeah well she dating the scary norwegian.. guaranteed goal norwegian... but still scary...” you shrugged your shoulders “... I don’t dare to even look at her”

“Marta is a sweetheart” the dark haired spaniard said

“Her girlfriend isn’t” you shot back

“Okay... Caro is very nice too buy not the point here... do you trust me?” Jenni asked

“Well duuh..” you rolled your eyes

“Okay... before we start... it’s not permanent” the Madrista pressed “... but we’ll get you a whole sleeve... Ales gonna lose her shit” she grinned widely

“Well... get going then” you smirked really liking how Jenni was thinking

“Oh my god... this looks so cool” you looked down on your right arm which was completely covered in different colours and pictures which showed everything important in your live.

“You like it?” Jenni looked up from the magazine she was reading sitting in a comfortable looking lounge chair

“I absolutely love it” you said in awe

“Then tell him...” the dark haired spaniard smiled

“He speaking English?” you looked up and at Jenni

“Of course not...” Jenni rolled her eyes “... but you speak enough Spanish to say thank you and that you like it... go on... I know you can”

“Muchas gracias?” you looked a little unsure but the young man nearly exploded with a smile

“Good... go on...” Jenni encouraged you smiling

“Realmente me encanta... es perfecto” a smile spread on your face and Raphael gushed over you and your baby spanish

“Aunt Jenni??” you asked sweetly

“Sí?” Jenni asked after she paid Raphael a generous tip since he refused to take any payment whatsoever

“Can I get a new haircut?” you smiled innocently

“Oh god... what do you want to get?” the dark haired spaniard asked carefully

“Do you trust me?” you smiled wider

“For as far as I can throw you” Jenni mumbled “... but come on... I know a very good, very gay hairstylist... he can get nearly everything done”

“I want blaugrana” you smirked

“I’m not letting you get permanent colour” Jenni pointed out “... come... this way”

“Yes Ale... yes... I’ll bring her home in about 20 minutes... just let us finish dinner” Jenni had her phone between her shoulder and ear signalling you to eat faster

“Yes she’s still intact... no... no broken bones... no wounds either... I TOLD you I’m good with kids” the Madrista rolled her eyes “... yes... 18 minutes...”

“Eat faster Pequeña... your adoptive mother wants you home” Jenni said as she waved the waiter over to pay the check

“You think Ale like me hair?” you chewed on your pizza

“She will absolutely kill me... that’s why I bring you back and BEFORE you knock you’ll let me get away

“Okay... and if she asks where you are I point in the other direction” you nod quickly

“Muy Bien” Jenni praised you when both walked towards the car

“Té amo Pequeña” Jenni said as she pressed a soft kiss to your temple as she hugged you tightly

“See you on the other side Aunt J” you mumbled before she let go walking down the street quickly – you looked after her until she was around the corner counted down five Mississippi before knocking on the door

“Mi Car.... AY DÍOS MIO!!!! WHAT ON EARTH??!! OLGA!!!!” Alexia opened the door smiling which got replaced by pure horror and shock once she recognized your new “look”

“Hola mamá” you grinned pushing past a frozen Alexia

“OLGA!!!!!” the blonde yelled again “OLGA!!!!”

“WHAT?” her girlfriend yelled from the living room

“IF THE POLICE ASKS... I WAS HERE THE WHOLE NIGHT” Alexia yelled back already pulling on her shoes “Y/n... which way.. I’m going to kill her”

“That way” you pointed up the street and in the opposite direction Jenni left

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello again, love. I finally thought of something (sub bangchan x top male reader). The reader is a member of the group

So basically, the reader had just gotten the dorms after practicing a dance and is sweaty but isn't tried

When he walked into the dorms, he tried to get in quietly, thinking everyone was asleep but behold, there's channie sitting on the couch watching a movie (or working) but didn't notice the reader just got home so he quietly sneaks behind him and leans down and is like "why are you up" and channie say he was waiting for him and yeah

Mind is blank after that

(Soft dom reader, aftercare, clingy chan,)

And chan clawing reader back just cause it 🤭

Late Nights - Bang Chan x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing.

A/N: First time writing smut. This is gonna be mid (and that's me being generous). Also, the tenses are all over the place. (I'm a science major, forgive me.) Hope you enjoy, darling.

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The doors always sound so loud at night, but Mn was used to sneaking in and out, so he gets in quietly. Being the perfectionist he was, it took him a little longer to be somewhat satisfied with his performance. He's been at the studio for hours and the caffeinated energy drinks he drank certainly isn't helping him get to bed. He wasn't expecting Chan to still be awake, but honestly, he should have. The older man was probably making some final changes to their new title track, and Mn couldn't help but stare at him. There's no denying that the leader was adorable. He walked in and poked Chan's head. "Why are you up, hyung?" Chan was a bit startled, and he let out a sigh when he saw that it was just Mn. "Just...making sure everything's perfect, I guess." He looked tired as hell, immediately pulling Mn down to the couch and clinging to him. Mn wrapped his arms around Chan's body, kissing the top of his head. "You need sleep, hyung." "Says you." Mn rolled his eyes. Of course Chan would say that. His fingers carded affectionately through the leader's hair, silky locks which were dyed blond. Chan buried his face into Mn's neck, letting out a soft whine. It's not like Mn didn't notice the bulge in the older's pants, he just didn't mention it. "Mnie.." "Hm?" "I need help with...something. I- oh god, I shouldn't be asking this-" "Just tell me, Channie." The nickname and that firm tone just made everything worse (or better) for Chan. "Just...fuck me. Please." Maybe it was the tiredness, could be the horniness, but Mn had never seen Chan so...bold. "If you want to, that is." Ah, there it is, Chan being Chan. Mn smiled, laying Chan down onto the couch on his back. "You sure about this, Channie?" The question was met with desperate nods from the older male lying on his back, his eyes needy and his hands clutching Mn's shirt, pulling him closer. "Please..." Mn brings his lips closer to Chan's, pressing them together in a gentle kiss which was deepened by a desperate Chan who let Mn's tongue in within seconds, just wanting to be taken care of for once.

It wasn't soon before the clothes came off, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. They were both going to get scolded by the makeup artists for the hickeys they littered over each other's skin, but it was worth it. Chan's moans got louder and more desperate as Mn pushed deeper into him, filling him completely. "O-Oh Mn...ugh..f-fuck please move.." "You're so pretty, Channie" Mn's hips were slapping against Chan's ass, and the older male's back arched as he felt Mn deep inside him. Chan was a beautifully disheveled mess. A sight that Mn wanted tattooed in his memory. Chan's hips bucked up, trying to meet Mn's thrusts. Mn's big hands rested on Chan's hips, gripping them tight. He let out a low groan when he felt Chan claw at his back, probably leaving marks which he would have to explain to his makeup artists at the photoshoot the next day. But did he care? Absolutely not.

Chan's eyes rolled back in pleasure, one of his hands gripping Mn's bicep while the other continued to claw at his back. Mn continued to rock his hips, Chan's moans only adding fuel to the fire that was Mn's desire. His hand wrapped around Chan's cock and began to jerk him off while continuing his movements. "You're doing so well, sweetheart." "T-Thank you, Mnie.." "So pretty.." Chan choked out a groan, arching his back and throwing his head back against the couch. He whimpered at the sight of Mn above him, eyes wide as he stared at the handsome man.

"Oh..god...f-fuck..Mn.." Mn threw his head back, keeping his fast yet quite gentle pace. His eyes roamed over Chan's hard-earned, breathtaking body, taking in the sight of his broad chest, his arms and of course, his washboard abs.

A moan escaped Mn's throat as he felt Chan clench around him. "Mnie...I'm close.." "Let go, darling..." Mn's gentle voice was enough for Chan to let himself release, spilling over Mn's hand and his stomach. Mn's hand was quickly brought to his own mouth, him licking off Chan's cum. With a few more thrusts, Mn could feel himself getting closer. As he began to pull out, Chan's hands grabbed onto his waist and pulled him back in. "Fill me up.." Mn's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed Chan passionately, his cum filling Chan with warmth. They both slump back into the couch, Mn pulling out and quickly wiping everything off with tissues that were on the desk. Chan had closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, as he tried to come back down from the overwhelming pleasure. he was a completely blissed out mess, his mind completely melted

Mn cupped Chan's face in his hands, kissing both his cheeks. "Everything alright, hyung-ah?" "Mhm...you...you're good at this." Mn just chuckled, pressing a kiss to Chan's nose before scooping him up in his arms. "Let's go shower, yeah?" "That'd be great.." And they cuddled happily ever after (till the morning).

[avianyuh]

S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol as a boyfriend

He would be so much fun

I think he'd love to go out to different restaurants with you

Or take you to the studio and have you hear his lyrics

Maybe even take you to the gym with him lol

You'd be Kkuma's other parent

Most likely, you'd watch over Kkuma while he was away on tour

Anyways, Cheol would be so protective over you

He's like that with the boys, so imagine being his partner

You ARE his baby

Somebody messed with you?

You will frequently be hearing, "Do I have to make a visit to someone?"

You're cold?

"Take my jacket! Do you want me to look for a nearby store, I'll buy you a new one?"

"No Cheol, I'm fine"

"No I really will, I'm ordering one right now for next time"

This man!

Most likely, he'd introduce you to either Jeonghan, Shua or Woozi first.

Reason I say Woozi is becuase they've known each other for so long, I'm sure he values Woozi's opinion

But with Seungcheol, I don't think he needs his members opinion when it comes to you

Mainly because he'd only introduce you to the members if he was serious about you

So I see him confiding in those three in the early stages of your relationship, not really when he's sure of you

When you're in the car, he drives with one hand, so his other hand is placed on your thigh

UGH

It's so hot

And no this is not made up, I have photo evidence that this man drives with one hand

Shexy Shtuff

Defo the type to 'wait it out' lmao

He wouldn't want you to feel used or anything

So during the first year, even if YOU wanted to have sex, he'd probably be like, "Uh, let's just wait"

I think he'd want to fully get to know you first

But when he feels like you're completely committed to him and vice versa

It's all free real estate

GIRL-

Woo

He's a switch

I said what I said

Yeah, he's a total daddy dom

But I think Seungcheol would like to be taken care of sometimes

Probably more submissive when he's tired but still in the mood for sex

And like I said, once he's committed, free real estate

This man will come home horny

Constantly ready to go

Especially after the gym when he's all sweaty

You jump him every time he comes home from the gym

Back to regularly scheduled programming:

He wants kids, and loves to talk about your future

How many kids you want

When you should start your family

One of his favorites things to do in your relationship is lay in bed, your head on his chest, him caressing your hair, staring up at the ceiling

And just talking about the future

What you both want in life

It's his way of making your relationship feel like you're still in the honeymoon phase.

Anyways...

Cheol would be a committed man to you

Gives the sweetest kisses

The type to kiss you all over your face when he sees you

Hypes you up with everything you do

Awkward and adroable

Choi Seungcheol,

SVT's dad

Your daddy ;)

~~~

{A/N; I told y'all I would write the coups headcanon. I literally cried watching him give the acceptance speech at MAMA lol, he looks like he's recovering well! BTW, if you have any requests, plz send them in, it seems like I only get BTS requests? Funny cuz I used to only get NCT requests and now it's completely switched. I kinda miss my NCT requests lol, if you have anything you want plz send it in! I've also been writing for some second gen idols (not published yet)

second gen idol fics are lacking on tumblr for some reason?...but that's another story

Anyways hope you enjoyed, mwah💋}

[samsno1]

Surprise

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

I'm a littleeeee late for his birthday one-shot but I did it! Happy Birthday Sammy, the biggest comfort character that I have and the reason for my obsession with a 15 season TV show

Summary: The morning of Sam's birthday didn't go according to planned - in the best way possible

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, naked-ness and hints of sexual intercourse but literally nothing happens, english is not my first language

WC: 1.7k

enjoy!

It was hilarious. The way Sam tried for so long to not bother you about his birthday. Brushing it off, claiming it was nothing, saying you never needed to do much for him because just your presence was enough to make him happy. It was cute but you never bought it, this year was the same thing.

You had woken up later than him that morning, noticed when you didn’t feel the warmth of his chest on your bare back and his hands holding you close like he did the night before. You wondered how he did it, the man kept you up all night and still was able to get up at six for his morning run. Either way, Sam usually went on runs early to clear his head and you knew his birthday was somewhat of a taboo for him – damn John Winchester. He wasn’t very open about it but, from what you knew about his father in the years you knew Sam and Dean, you could have an idea of why he didn’t take his birthday as an important date.

You got up, discarding the sheets, the cold hitting your naked body making goosebumps rise over your skin. The room was an absolute mess, your clothes and Sam’s scattered all around, half the sheet on the ground along with a pillow that you probably pushed off the bed to make up some space. You smiled to yourself feeling the warmth on your cheeks – it has been three years since you started dating Sam and five since you met him and he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time all over again.

You gathered some clean clothes of yours and decided to hop on the shower to really wake up and, since Sam never ate breakfast before a run, you wanted to start his special day with his favorite breakfast – made by you. Sam always appreciated anything you did for him, be it the simplest thing as breakfast or complex things such as, well, saving his life. Dean always teased about Sam being madly in love with you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. Little did he know it was practically the same for you too. The pining was terrible and you only noticed how embarrassing it truly was after you started dating. You assumed, though, it was always like that, what matters is that it worked out and it was one of the best decisions of your life to start a relationship with Sam Winchester.

You thought about all kinds of things you could do to surprise Sam later. He wasn’t much for parties and only drank casually – unlike his brother. He liked Celine Dion but you thought it would be too dismissive to buy a vinyl of hers for his birthday. To sum it up, Sam was a hard guy to buy gifts for because everything he told you when you asked what he liked to get was I don’t need much sweetheart, just give me anything and I’ll be more than happy. Ugh, such a cliché thing to say to your girlfriend.

While you were cooking the eggs you heard the loud noise of the metal door to the bunker closing and immediately smiled to yourself knowing your birthday boy had arrived. He ran down the stairs and you were able to hear his tired breaths from afar. You always wondered why he liked running so much, catching yourself thinking of all the different reasons why he might feel the need to run every morning. Maybe it was just great to workout, maybe he just needed some time alone, maybe he just likes the fresh air from time to time, either way, you weren’t by any means going to complain about waking up on an empty bed every now and again – it was one of the things he enjoyed, you weren’t going to ruin it for him.

You felt strong – and slightly sweaty – arms wrap around your waist from behind and soft lips kissing the side of your neck, a light hum coming out of his mouth as he smelled your perfume. “Good morning, Sweetheart” He whispered against your skin.

“Good morning baby, I’m making breakfast for you birthday boy” You said.

You felt him smile over your neck, and one of his hands snaked up and grasped your chin, turning your face to him. He quickly looked at your eyes, then your lips, leaning in to leave a long peck over them. You sighed dreamily through your nose, turning your body around completely to him, making him adjust his other hand on your waist. When he pulled away Sam was looking at you with the most loving eyes you had ever witnessed – well, he always looked at you like that.

“You didn’t have to”

“I wanted to, don’t start” You countered. You would’ve ran a hand through his hair, hugged him tight and showered him in kisses but, first, he needed an actual shower – his front strands were shining with sweat. “Now” You laid a hand over his chest “go take a shower so that I can greet you properly and for you to eat”

He lowered both his hands to your waist again and you felt his thumbs under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. He seemed to not have registered a word you said as he just stared dreamily at your face.

“Thank you” He said suddenly. You felt a seriousness in his tone, something more than just thanking you for making him food. The words hung heavy on his tongue and in your ears, your brain trying to process what he really meant by them. You knew that in ‘Winchester’ – or better, the way Sam and Dean spoke about feelings – ‘thank you’ could mean a thousand different things and emotions and this time it definitely wasn’t just for the eggs.

Sam noticed the confusion on your face, your beautiful eyes trying to read through his and figure it out. You were a smart woman, Sam knew that. He also knew you would not just take that thank you as something simple, specially with the way he said it. Truth was, Sam wanted to say so much more, to drown you in his words, to fill your body with emotions but he was just too scared. Every time he felt the need to tell you more, the constriction in his throat was stronger, the nervousness in his body was overwhelming and he would just not say exactly what he wanted to say. The velvet box hung heavy in the pocket of his shorts.

“For what?” You asked, almost in a whisper, eyebrows furrowed.

“For being you” He said and watched as a beautiful smile opened in your face. It’s now or never Sam, do it, fucking do it.

He let go of your waist, still smiling at you. Sam had told you before that nothing was a better gift for him than having you in his life. He meant that. He meant every single word. So, yeah, Sam Winchester faked going for a run this morning. Sam Winchester actually went to pick up a ring he had ordered a week ago. Sam Winchester wasn’t actually sweaty, he had thrown water on his front strands to fake it because you were so smart to the point you’d notice that he didn’t go for a run if his hair was dry.

Sam Winchester was on his knees in front of you, a beautiful golden ring inside a velvet box in his hand.

You were frozen as tears started to well up, your eyes glossy. “Sam..”

“You’re one of the many reasons I’m still here” He began “You make every breath I take worth it, you turned my world upside down the moment I saw you, you make me aspire to be better every single day. I look at you and I see life, a future and the forever love of my life” He took a breath, the constriction in his throat wasn’t beating him now, it wasn’t going to stop him. “I can’t see myself without you anymore so, please, if you’d give me the pleasure…____ ____, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you could feel it in your ears, tears were falling down your cheeks as Sam held your shaky hand in his. You’ve never felt happier, you’ve never wanted to scream this loud or cry this much. He was going to be the death of you.

“Yes!” You nodded aggressively, smiling wide “Yes, yes, God, a thousand times yes!”  You said loudly and Sam stood up with the intention of putting the ring around your finger but you just couldn’t hold back your happiness. 

As soon as he was up, you threw yourself at him, your arms around his neck and he almost lost his balance, swaying on his feet. You sobbed on his shoulder as he hugged you tight to him. You pulled back to look in his eyes and saw nothing but love, nothing but happiness and gave him a long kiss.

You pulled away and finally let him put the ring around your finger as you stared emotionally at it, the gold shining beautifully against your skin. When he looked at your face again he smiled, his dimples showing and his cheeks red.

“I was supposed to surprise you today” You said with feigned anger as you stared into his eyes. Sam shook his head and chuckled.

“I told you, there’s no gift I’d rather have than you”

“You’re so corny”

“You love it”

“Yeah, I love it…I love you”

“I love you” And he kissed you again, his hands holding your cheeks as if you were made of glass. You held his wrists to keep him there…Until the smell of something burning hit your nose and you pulled back with wide eyes.

“Oh Jesus Christ, the food!” You said desperately, turning around to turn the stove off. Sam just laughed at you, his fianceé, trying to swat the smoke away with your hand as you poured water over the brunt eggs. Yeah, best gift ever.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading XoXo

[tsuutarr]

Pokémon Prom: Arven

Pairing: Arven x GN! reader

Word count: 959

Content: fluff, prom

Summary: a part of my Pokémon Prom series where Pokémon characters ask you out to prom (Arven ver).

Arven can feel the moisture gather at his palms, making them a sweaty mess. He can’t help it, though–this is probably the most nervous he’s been in a while. He’s rehearsed at least a couple hundred times in front of the mirror, afraid to mess up, but the more he practices, the more he thinks he’ll mess up.

“Okay–it’s simple, just ask,” he mutters, clenching and unclenching his hands. “The worst that can happen is a rejection–”

“Is this seat taken?”

Arven’s head swivels so fast he’s pretty sure his neck is broken. “Yeah–no. I mean, no it’s not taken.”

You laugh, taking the spot next to him. “You okay, Arven?”

“Yeah.” He can feel his throat dry as his hands get clammier. “Yeah.”

Your initial smile tips downwards. “Are you sure? You–”

“Yeah!” He says it so loudly that he knows people are looking. “I’m just–ugh.” Nervous? Yeah. But it’s not like he can say that without you asking why. “Don’t mind it. I guess I slept kinda badly last night.”

“Ugh, yeah, that sucks.” Your frown eases into a smile. “But hey! No worries, I’m pretty good at home ec., so having me as your partner should help!”

Partner, Arven repeats inside his head, but says, “Yeah, guess I’ll have to count on you a little this time.”

Before you can say anything else, Mr. Saguaro enters the room, his pink shirt straining against his muscles. “Hello class,” he beams, “I hope you’re excited for today’s class. We’re going to learn how to make sweet hearts. It is a chocolate that gives Pokemon twenty HP when consumed. A fantastic way to let your Pokemon know you love them, no?”

Love, Arven thinks, before smacking his cheeks to rid himself of the thoughts.

You glance at him, whispering, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah–yeah. I’m good.” Arven pretends to give his full attention to Mr. Saguaro even though his attention is pretty firmly set on you. You look at him a bit longer, before following suit and looking at Mr. Saguaro, who has already begun to write the recipe down on the whiteboard.

“Seems pretty simple,” you note, before standing up. “I’ll get the ingredients, so stay here, okay?”

“I can–” Arven begins, but is shut up by your look. “...Okay.”

Satisfied with his answer, you stand up to get the ingredients and tools to make the sweet hearts. 

Arven watches as you leave, internally chastising himself for being so abnormal. He made you worry about him because of how oddly he was acting. Shit. Still, he can’t help but think about how sweet you are. Worried about him–he didn’t deserve it…

The thud of metal hitting the table snaps him out of his own thoughts. He looks towards you as you look down on him. “Got the stuff.”

“Thanks,” Arven responds, repositioning the cuffs of his sleeves. “Let’s get started.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you laugh, watching as Arven sets the tools out. You’d have helped, but Arven’s movements are too quick for you to interject. Instead, you glance at the board to read the instructions. “We’ve got to heat some hot water first, then put a bowl inside the pot.”

“On it.” Arven put everything in place almost robotically, showing his years and years of experience in cooking. You keep watch as he dumps the chocolate chips into the bowl, using a spoon to stir. 

“Huh. You don’t need the instructions?”

“Nah,” he responds, “I’ve done this a lot.”

“Heh.” You grin. “Your Pokemon are lucky to have you–they must be constantly well fed!”

“I’m lucky to have them,” Arven responds, tapping the spoon against the side of the bowl to get the excess chocolate off, “I was really lucky to have met you, honestly.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah–before it was just me and Mabosstiff. But now I have a full team, and I’ve got you. And the student prez and shortie too, I guess.” He mindlessly pours the chocolate batter into the heart molds, before sprinkling some berry powder on the top. His own words only begin to settle in when he realizes that you’ve been silent for a while, and he almost knocks the chocolates over. “I mean–”

“I’m grateful to you too, Arven.” You give him such a bright, earnest smile that he honestly can’t help but flush. “You’re one of the reasons why I got settled into Paldea so well, you know? Thanks for being a part of my journey.” You give a little laugh. “Maybe you’ll be willing to be a part of my next journey, too.”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Arven swallows. “Actually… speaking of adventures…”

“Hm?”

“Do you–you know. The–that is–” Arven taps the chocolate mold against the table to get rid of air bubbles. “You know.”

“Yeah?” you encourage as you melt some more chocolate over the stove.

“The dance. The one that’s coming up… I was wondering if you’d–like, do you want to go? Together? No pressure, though.”

“Oh.” You blink. “Oh!” Laughter bubbles out of you. “That’s what it was, huh?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been acting weird all class, y’know.”

“I wasn’t.”

You give him a flat look, before huffing out a laugh. “All right, fine, whatever. I’d be glad to go with you.”

Arven blinks, before his lips twitch upwards. “You mean it?”

“Of course!” you laugh. “Why wouldn’t I mean it?” 

“Yes!” he cheers, loud enough that the class looks at him. He sheepishly tacks on, “I’m so glad our sweet hearts are turning out well.”

You suppress a laugh. “Yeah, totally.”

He looks at you, before clearing his throat when your eyes meet. “...So, can I pick you up for dinner? Uh–before the dance, that is?”

You grin. “Does five work?”

He smiles back. “Five works great.”

[fichubbieslvrrr]

💢 Pay Up! 💢

pairing: Taiju x Fem!reader

cw : nsfw, repaying debt, oneshot

a/n : ugh why did he have to be so fine!!! cross posted on ao3

wc : ≈3k

Once again you're in this mess.

Twenty thousand dollars in debt due to your gambling addiction.

Life really is funny...you despised your father for wasting every ounce of money he got on slot machines, roulette, poker, all sorts of nonsense.

Yet, here you are...in the same position.

"Emma, what should I do!?," you ask your best friend desperately.

She gazes up at you with a bored expression...you can't blame her though...she's probably tired of seeing you get yourself in these situations.

With a slow blink, she drawls,"Uhh...well...you gotta pay it back..."

You give her an unimpressed expression.

"Yeah I know that much...but how?"

She looks at the ceiling for a bit before looking back at you.

"Well you could ask a loan shark for money..."

You stare at her for a moment...

"Emma... girl...I love you but...that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

She scoffs in offense," How!? It's a good idea!"

You shake your head, " No...it's not...I'll just be going from one debt to another."

She pauses before speaking, "Well..yeahhh...but there's more at play here than just that..."

You listen intently.

"Those casino guys are hardcore, if you don't repay them...they could kill you...or worse..."

"What's worse than getting killed...?" You ask genuinely.

"Well...truth is they might not kill you, because then they won't get back their money...so...the next option would be to sell you...to make back up the money."

You freeze. Your face going pale as you imagine something like that happening to you. Your blood runs cold thinking about it.

You swallow thickly, "Um...so how's the loan shark thing gonna work...?"

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You stand in front of the imposing Shiba nightclub. It really comes to life as the sun goes down. You've passed it a couple times before but never went in...it just seemed, out of your price range.

But today, you'll have no choice but to walk through those doors to meet with...𝘩𝘪𝘮

You shudder at the thought.

From what Emma told you, he's an ex gang leader, who opened a nightclub after his little brother passed away. He still runs some sketchy businesses though, using the nightclub as a way to clean his blood money.

Owing him won't be fun but at least you'll be able to get those casino thugs off your back.

You walk through the messy crowd of sweaty, sticky bodies, grinding and swaying against each other. It takes everything in you not to vomit. Finally you're met with a staircase but as you walk up it, a firm grip lands on your hand.

"Where the hell are you going darlin'~?", A man dressed in all black asked.

"Um...I need to see...uh...Mr. Taiju Shiba please."

"The boss?...You a hooker?"

You shake you head quickly. You didn't think you gave off that impression especially when you're dressed in a crew neck sweater and ankle length skirt.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

"No, I'm here to um... ask for a loan." You raise your voice slightly to compete with the blasting music in the club.

The man nods, smiling at you which revealed his gold tooth before sending you upstairs.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

As you reach on the flat the noise gets quieter, you look around at the aquariums filled with exotic fish decorating the room. The scent irritates your nose, it reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

As you walk deeper into the room, you notice two guards stationed on either side, they do nothing but look at you closely.

Eventually, you face forward, your eyes landing in a large man sitting in a circular couch and he swirls a glass of whiskey in his hand. He's not paying much attention to you, instead he's busy looking at paperwork.

One of the guards notice this and call out to him. "Boss...the lady."

It tears his attention away from the stack of papers as he looks at you.

"What?..."

Holy shit this guy is scary! His hair slicked back with a tattoo running up his neck. His face a bit scarred and a harsh gaze. Plus...he's huge.

He stands up, slowly walking toward you... he's got to be at least 6'4.

You fidget where you stand as he halts in front or you, a menacing expression on his face.

"You gonna answer me or not!?" His face contorting in anger.

You clutch your purse with shaky hands as you try to answer him.

"U-um...I ...I need a loan... please..." You managed to get those few words out, barely making eye contact with him in fear.

He suddenly erupts in laughter resting his heavy hand on your shoulder.

"You look like you're gonna shit your pants!" He jokes crudely, "I haven't seen someone look at me like that in a while!"

Roughly, he wraps an arm around your shoulder as he walks back to the couch, tugging you along.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You sit in silence as he lights a cigarette, putting it to his lips.

"So...what's the deal with you now...?" He stares straight into your eyes as he blows a puff of smoke in your direction.

Blocking your nose discreetly form inhaling the toxic air, you answer.

"Well, I need to borrow twenty thousand dollars."

His eyes widen before he laughs in your face.

"Twenty thousand dollars!? What did you get yourself into to be needing that much money!"

You look to the ground feeling embarrassed, "...it's complicated."

His face goes serious again...god this guy is crazy...

He sighs before taking another puff. "Well sorry little lady, I don't give out that much money to first time borrowers."

Your face drops, you feel like you've been pushed into a bottomless pit of despair. If he won't give you the money...how are you gonna pay off your debt...

"Sir please," your voice trembling, "I really need this money, I promise I'll pay you back if you could just—"

His hand goes up ,signaling for you to stop talking. He pushes the cigarette butt into the ashtray as he leans back on the couch, watching you...

"I don't run this business on promises...but since I love helping out a desperate woman..." He chuckles coldly, "I'll loan you the money."

You want to smile and be glad that you got what you wanted but the expression on his face only shows that you've gotten yourself in more trouble than you bargained for.

'𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯' The words repeat in your mind...and they don't sound good

But nonetheless, you can't be picky right now so you listen to his terms.

"I'll give you the cash, then you'll have 2 weeks to pay it back to me, with five thousand dollars interest."

𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵!?...𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵.

"O-ok, got it." You hesitantly agree.

He laughs bitterly, "If you don't pay it back in time...then you'll have to show me what that little body of yours can do."

This time you can't contain the scowl that appears on your face. You're not naive, you expected something along those lines but at least it'll be with him alone and you won't be sold into prostitution...hopefully.

But either way, you won't let it get to that point. Come hell or high water, you'll pay this man back his money.

Clearing your throat you reply as confidently as you can.

"Alright, deal."

—2 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧—

You've cleared your casino debt and haven't gambled since, making you feel quite proud of yourself.

As for the money you owe Taiju...well a perfect solution fell right onto your lap.

You had been struggling to think of ways to pay him back (without having to sleep with him) but you came up with nothing. Even the ideas that you did have wouldn't be able to get you twenty-five thousand dollars in such a short amount of time.

Then it happened.

Your grandmother passed away and left you and each one of your cousins, fifty thousand dollars.

You couldn't believe your luck, although it's a shame half of that money had to go to a loan shark but still it's a much better situation than you were in before.

And you weren't that close with your grandmother anyway so...you definitely weren't in mourning or anything.

You put the money in a backpack and head to the nightclub.

Having this much cash on you at night is not enjoyable but you remain calm...no one knows you have it so you'll be fine.

You can see the lights of the nightclub ahead but as you pass an alley, a figure emerges.

You freeze as you hear a click close to your head.

"Drop the bag." The voice orders as he points a gun at you.

With tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you take the bag off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

Swiftly the man picks it up, chuckling quietly as he runs past you.

And you swear...just for a split second...

You can see the glimmer of a gold tooth under the moonlight...

But you're in too much shock to focus on that right now. You stand still as a statue as you contemplate what to do next.

Should you still go to the nightclub and tell Taiju you were robbed?...Would he even care?

Obviously not.

Should you go home and get the remainder money you have?

Ultimately, you decide to go to the club and explain the situation to him and maybe ask him for another week.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You tread up the stairs weakly, dreading seeing him.

He's waiting for you with a large grin on his face...

"Well look who's here! But...I don't see my money on you?"

You slouch onto the sofa, gazing at him with an exhausted expression before you muster up the words.

"I...I was robbed...I had the money...I swear...if you could give me more ti—"

You try to plead with him but he interrupts you, his voice low and serious.

"I don't do that, I gave you two weeks...and you agreed to it," He continues, "So either you make magic and the money appears in front of me right now or..."

You rest your head in your palms, feeling defeated and hopeless as he speaks to you.

"Aww don't look so upset...I'll fuck you real good, I promise." He laughs mockingly.

The two guards stationed immediately leave the room, and that's when you know...it's getting serious.

He tugs at your long accordion skirt, pulling it all the way down.

"Oh you got some pretty legs..."

He rubs the plush skin, pushing his thumb firmly against your inner thigh.

"But you dress like an old church lady."

You remain silent just watching him with a scornful frown.

"Aw don't pout those glossy lips..."

He leans close to your ear, whispering.

"...maybe they'll look better wrapped around my cock."

Your breath hitches as he roughly pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

His hand grabs your shirt, pulling the buttons open and pushing his hand into your bra.

You gasp, holding onto his hand to try to slow him down.

He lifts up from your neck, slapping your hand away as he rips down your bra.

𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦...

He puts his mouth on your soft breasts, flicking his tongue against your sensitive nipple.

Your head tilts back, quiet whimpers escaping your mouth.

"...ah ...hah...ah ..."

You feel him smile smugly against your breasts.

"Ah~...you're enjoying this aren't you~"

He stands up in front of you, his hand swiftly unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes widen as he pulls off his pants...

...It's so big...

You can't help but stare at the imprint of his cock straining through his boxers, the head tucked to the left with his heavy balls between his legs.

You feel your face heat up, turning away in embarrassment.

"Take it off for me doll~..."

He puts your hands on his waistband, urging you to pull down his boxers.

Despite your reluctance, you're still very curious to see his size, without anything in the way.

You do as he says, letting his boxers drop.

You gasp slightly as his thick, hard cock springs free, twitching in your face.

"Come on~, you gonna look at it all day..? Y'know what to do~" He grins down at you eagerly.

You hold the base firmly...god it feels so heavy in your hand.

Slowly, you begin giving the tip kitten licks, tasting the salty precum that leaks from him.

His hands grip your hair tightly.

"As cute as this looks, if you're gonna make me cum..."

"you'll have to use the back of your throat~!"

Suddenly he pushes his cock down your throat, bucking his hips in your mouth as you choke.

"Ahh~ that's—hah— much...better,"

Your eyes water as you look up at him, too stuffed to protest, plus his hand keeps your head steady on his cock.

You suck as much as you could as he hammers your throat.

Until finally you feel that warm liquid fill your mouth.

He releases his grip on you, letting his glistening cock slip out your mouth.

You pant for air, coughing as you swallow every drop of his cum.

He lifts your chin to look at him. "Mm that taste good~?"

You ignore his question as you wipe your mouth, trying to get the bitter taste of his cum off you...must be all that smoking and alcohol....

You lean back on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing heavily to catch your breath.

"Don't relax too much doll face..."

You open your eyes to see him looking at you hungrily as he strokes his cock, drops of precum forming at the tip.

"But you just came!?" You groan in disbelief.

He chuckles bitterly,"So? ... I'm not satisfied until I can pound that tight pussy of yours~"

Abruptly, he pushes your legs up on the couch, making the wet spot on your underwear visible.

"Ah~ so you're liking this much more than I thought..." He teases, tracing his thumb over the spot.

You cover your face in embarrassment as he takes off your underwear, leaving you very exposed to him, just as he wanted.

But your arms quickly fall to the side as you feel his broad tongue swipe over your wet slit, making a moan slip out your mouth.

You gaze down at him teary eyed, watching as he spits and suckles on your clit, slurping up every bit of liquid that oozes out of you.

"O-oh god~ ...wait...not...so rough..." You whine, yet you're grinding against his tongue.

He chuckles at your movements, then lets his tongue delve into your gummy walls, swirling around as he laps up everything inside you.

Tears roll down your cheeks as your legs start shaking, your hands tangling in his hair as he pushes the firm muscle in more.

"Mmhm...god yes~ keep going~..." You moan out while writhing against his face.

To your dismay, he pulls out his tongue, a string of saliva following it.

Your half lidded eyes gaze at him as he kneels on the couch pushing your legs up to touch your shoulders as he positions himself at your achingly needy entrance.

Grinning at you, he leans down close to your face.

"Let's see how much you can take pretty girl~..."

Your mouth hangs open as he pushes in, not giving you time to adjust to his size.

Desperately you grab onto his arms digging your fingers into his skin as you let out raspy moans.

You see stars as he bottoms out, his cock throbbing inside you.

"Hah...fuck you're so tight~..."

He pulls out halfway before slamming it in again, pounding you relentlessly.

"But I'll fuck your pussy till it's loose~"

You make desperate, incoherent sentences as he hits your sweet spot over and over and over again.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he quickens his pace, fucking you hard as you scream a string of curse words.

You look down at the fast movements of his cock sliding in and out of you. You didn't want to enjoy this but it just feels so good...

And your body doesn't lie...

He places his thumb your clit, rubbing the puffy, swollen nub as he pummels you.

Your legs on his shoulders giving him full access to fill your greedy pussy that just keeps sucking him in.

You put your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as your body peaks.

"Yeah ..hah...that's it...cum on my cock."

Your vision goes white as you climax intensely, your pussy squirting sweet juices on him.

He laughs at your blissed out expression but not letting up on fucking you.

"Be good and let me fill you up nicely doll face~ alright..."

You bite your lip as his hips stutter, cumming deep inside you.

You gaze up at his face, low grunts and groans escaping his lips.

God he looks...so fucking hot...

Slowly, he pulls out, grinning smugly as he watches his cum spill out of you, slapping your pussy lightly.

"Mm, you did very good~" He rubs your cheek, pinching it gently.

You look at him with tired eyes, his intense gaze staring back at you.

Breathlessly, you whisper to him.

"Taiju...can we...do this again sometime?"

He grins.

[munsonology]

eddies warnings where he's about to cum literally yelling in the sexiest way possible, he's really loud and giggly

he'd go faster, his dick absolutely destroying you, and he'd grab your waist and make you fuck him back but harder, you'd let out loud mewls, he'll take the opportunity to mimic your noises too

he'd smile as he'd drool and shout "I'M GONNA FUCKIN'..CUM!" like yknow when he said "THIS IS MUSIC!" he would probably say it like this but not so intense

then he'd either pull out and cum on your stomach or your boobs, he'd be really smelly and sweaty after, because of all that work

Omfgggg 😭😭😭😭 he’s loud about everything! Any noise you make he copies to tease you, mocking how you sound when you cum because even tho he’s fuckin you dumb he’s still a brat

He’s the reason Janice from across the way is knocking on his door in her robe at 7 am because she heard him yell “who’s pussy is this?!!” At 3am 😭 and now Wayne has to have a talk with y’all about what you get up to when he’s at work.

I think Eddie one of those guys that has a cream pie kink 👀 you’ve talked about it before to try out when roleplaying and he’s been saving his cum for hours now, so when it’s time he’s all gross and the bed is drenched in sweat and squirt and you’re like “pull out ed” and he’s like “yeah” and he cums in you and you’re like “I can’t believe you came inside” but he can’t keep a straight face so he starts laughing and now you’re laughing 😭 ugh living the dream

[lxdymoon0357]

Helloo it's 📻😈 here and I just wanted to ask of you could do a Kaufman x Gn Reader (Romantic) the content is up to you :))

(Alright, I free-styled this shit!! not proof read cause I ever proof read my works, also this has a bit of my irl memories in it!!)

With a bowl of spicy soup...

You neck and head all woozy as you woke up, you knew you had a cold and it was going to be horrible, you honestly expected Kaufman to be in his office and not in the bed still with you, you turn around and slowly shake him awake as he was also very warm and was sweating and shivering you knew what happened; you have a cold he has a fever and now you both are fucked…

As you both snuggled closer to each other, knowing you both were warm on the inside but you both were cold on the outside, you both couldn’t do anything about it only suffer. As Kaufman’s eyes opened a bit, he took a huge sniffle to clear his nose, but in process his head probably started hurting because he groaned and rubbed his forehead before wrapping an arm around and pulling you closer to him, as you rubbed his back, luckily the rays of the sun were quite warm yet just not enough to stop the coldness from swarming you and probably him as well. You groaned as you sat up, nose completely blocked and had boogers as you scrubbed them out annoyed, your chest hurting, back stiff and everything else foggy in your body, hearing your voice, Kaufman grumbled awake, and his throat hurting from the back and voice strained as he also felt the same suffocation…

You both stretched your whole body getting out the sickness fatigue and tiredness and sleepiness from it, as you stood up an elderly maid who served you both on the regular entered a smiled brightly but looking at both of your flushed, sweaty and shivering bodies, she got worried and as she put her hands on both of your foreheads to check your temperature, “You both are burning up, please wait a bit!” she said before leaving to bring some things for you and Kaufman..

She got you both a tray of tea and breakfast and laid the huge tray on the table in your bedroom where sunlight was peeking out, you and Kaufman got out of the bed but the moment you both touched the floor with your feet, you again bundled yourself in the blankets into each other from the cold as you both shivered, the elderly maid or Miss. Shiela was she was called sighed as she left the room and got you both slippers, and thick shawls…

You both covered yourself in the shawls and slippers before sitting on the table, and sighing in delight from the warm rays of the sun hitting your body…Miss Shiela started pouring you both tea, as you started eating, it was quite late, you both didn’t wake up due to the fatigue and thus Miss Shiela came up to not only serve you breakfast but also your lunch…

You both sat there chatting and eating with your sore throats, as Miss Shiela gave you both medicine which tasted horrible, she made sure to check up on you both every once in a while…After during the afternoon, it was starting to get very boring, it felt cold and hot…You both were still in the bedroom, you got as much rest as you both wanted but there was literally nothing to do!!

You both were bored, there was nothing to talk about, nothing to do and trying to do everything to pass the time which would just not pass by! The weather of the empire was very hot and you were very hungry…yet still somehow you wanted something spicy and hot despite much resistance by your beloved, you both sneaked down and into the kitchen where you found Miss Shiela whom scolded you for coming to such a place while being sick she immediately sent you both back, and instead made sure to take your orders to cook you both something..

“But I want to cook!!!”

“But my grace, you’re sick! You can’t go there to the kitchen, your sickness might pass on…I’ll cook!”

“Actually I’m with my darling on thi side, I also want to cook, staying in bed is boring…”

“….ugh…okay, fine, I have a way…Please wait here…”

Miss. Shiela disappeared for an hour before coming to you both, by then it was nearly night when she came to your room with a huge bag, she took you both out on the huge balcony and set up a little stove for you both to cook, she brought you all the ingredients and everything and watched the process of one of you cutting and the other helping with anything else they could do…soon the pot was boiling over with a reddish, spicy soup filled with vegetables, the spicy smell of the soup made you both all the very hungry…

soon it was done, and as you both sat down to eat, you realized you didn’t have a plate yet Miss. Shiela by then was gone to do some of her other duties and you both didn’t want to disturb her, so you both started eating straight from the pot…it was very spicy and probably burnt away all the sins you committed during the week….As you both fed each other the little amount of the soup left, the taste of the spicy chilli, garlic, ginger and other spices tingled your taste-buds through the cold winds of the evening and night as you snuggled closer to each other in the blanket you shared….

Moments of cooking together, eating from the same pot and sharing a blanket all while being sick was very precious as you know you’ll hold it close to you heart…

[antoncore]

rip okay home from work now !!!

okay so bff!sungchan and bff!anton and gaming and taking both their fat cocks UGH yes threesome between both of them as ur bffs is actually like in my wips rn (as in i wrote bff!sungchan x fem!reader x bff!anton in my drafts and was like ok great🥴🤕🤕)

idk if u were thinking DP for this idea but.. i lowkey think both of them with huge cocks would literally split u in half in like a bad way so i’m thinking more of like passing u back n forth🤭🤭 this may be an unpopular opinion but in my mind, DP is meant for sweet 6-7 inch cocks (or smaller 😉)

i’m also not sure what type of gaming u imagined but i’m thinking console? sitting on the couch, sandwiched between them, their elbows bumping into ur ribs as they button mash and yell at the screen😓 i’m imagining a co-op game like mario kart or super smash bros, you’d be winning, and they couldn’t handle that, so sungchan would try to distract you, eyes still trained on the tv screen but the words coming from his mouth are more lewd than anything you’ve heard him say to u before… “y/n… have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck one of us?” and you’d be so thrown off, that they’d both jump ahead of u in the game and then have to battle between each other for first place but ur confused, asking him what he means and why he would say that. “well, we’ve both thought about it plenty of times. have you thought about what it would be like to take both of us?” alternatively, they’d be touching u and telling you to keep playing, but u can’t focus on both at the same time🤭🤭

part of me thinks it’d be cute if anton was a bit more inexperienced than sungchan and sungchan was kinda of showing him, with you, how to use his fat cock😩😩 doesn’t wanna hurt u so sungchan shows anton how to make u wet enough to take him, fingering u and sucking on ur tits, telling anton to eat you out and make u cum once before even thinking about putting his cock inside of you.. showing him by fucking you first, how you just have to rock ur hips slowly until you bottom out inside your tight little cunt<333

the praise from them is always so sweet, anton telling you you’re such a pretty girl, look even prettier like this<3, eating up ur moans with his tongue and playing with ur nipples while sungchan fucks you and u sit/lay in anton’s lap “look at you, even your cunt is so pretty” he’d say smth like that just🤭🤭🤭 anton is just in awe of everything about you, from ur sweet little moans to the squelching of ur walls against sungchan’s cock, to how you nuzzle into his hands when he cups your face and lets you suck on his fingers :((

then they’d switch of course, and sungchan is either the type to be greedy and make u choke on his cock while anton fucks you from behind, or if he’s feeling more cooperative, then he’ll do the same for you as anton and let you lay in his lap, keeping ur legs spread while anton slides inside of you… just.. omg it’d be insane, and seeing anton’s pretty, sweaty face in front of you like that, like… i could see anton being a cute drooler if he got really fucked out from the way you’re letting him use ur body and being such a good girl for him :((

sungchan would tease u “we’re going to make you our little slut, seems like you’re already there” marking up ur neck and chest and taunting you more as you wail and moan from the intense pressure in ur abdomen… would probably press down on ur lower stomach when anton bottoms out and not let up even when you cry and babble about how it feels too good! can’t take it!! sungchan would command you to cum on anton’s cock, and then tell the younger boy to keep going, encouraging him to pull another one out of you before he cums inside u “you’ve got another one in you, don’t you, princess?” and you’re fucked too dumb to even respond😩 feeling your next but not final release build up inside of you again

they’d both also definitely cum inside of u and fill you up, then switch and keep fucking the other’s cum inside of you, filling you up over and again and making such a huge mess omg🤭🤭

- 🧸 anon

I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING AND SPEECHLESS THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD IYS SO HOT AGHHH😭😭 and yes i can see what you mean about dp, i think it would have to be 1 bigger cock and 1 smaller cock or 2 small ones otherwise it would be too much :/ fr tho it would be so fucking hot to watch sungchan teaching anton how to fuck you!!! thinking of another scenario where you’re anton’s girlfriend and you’re both still virgins so he gets sungchan’s help. i haven’t even elaborated much and i already feel insane about it AAAA

[rockingrobin69]

Obviously, I have to pick trick!

Well well well, you pick naughty, hmm?

Very Horror Potter Show

“Isn’t this a little too—” Draco bit his bottom lip, tried for a word that wouldn’t make him want to vanish in embarrassment. “Tight?” was the terrible option he landed on.

“Hmm? No, you’re fine.” Potter was barely even looking at him. In his fishnets and the—ah—garters, and with the eyeliner Pansy was cruel enough to give him, he looked… Draco, dry-mouthed, truly lacked the vocabulary.

“It’s only,” he tried still, idiot, idiot, all flushed cheeked and sweaty with his torso on display and covered in, ugh, glitter, “it’s only—I don’t see why it has to be so short.”

Potter’s eyebrow rose. Did Draco mention the lipstick? He was wearing lipstick, and everything in the world was sticky and terribly hot. “You watched the film, yeah?”

“Of course I did. Pans and I sang along to every—but that’s not the point at all. It’s, Potter, it’s terribly skimpy!”

Rolling his eyes, mumbling something. When Draco begged his pardon, Potter repeated, a little too loud: “I said if anything it’s not short enough!” then, realising, and his pretty face going darker: “Er. I mean—I mean. You should wear gold more often.”

“Wha—” Draco’s cheeks were scorching hot. Also Potter was. Also, ah, he forgot where this was going. “Potter, you’re—very close.” And coming closer. This look in his eyes, a smouldering-predator type of thing, with the slightest of curves to his lips and the vest nearly bursting on his stupidly-buff chest. The pearls added something else to it that Draco had no name for, that made swallowing hard.

Hard, everything was—Potter smirked, and his hand was, ah, so shockingly close that Draco did the only reasonable thing and grabbed it for a huge lick. He didn’t notice he was sucking on Potter’s middle finger before he heard the gasp, and then, ah, quite, ah, surprised himself, he popped it out of his mouth and took the index one.

“What,” Potter said, gaping and beautiful, “are you doing?”

Draco shrugged. In the golden ‘shorts’ (read: bikini bottoms) he felt hardly like himself and very, very hard-ly. “Getting in character?” he tried through the mouthful.

Potter laughed, a hearty thing, and rolled his eyes in a strangely fond way. “It’s just a Halloween party,” but he cupped Draco’s cheek anyway, and he smelled like leather and sweat and cheap makeup, and he was everything Draco could see.

The costume was extremely short and obscenely tight. In it Draco barely felt like himself, barely felt anything but for this—heat. Probably less the swim trunk’s fault and more Potter, the horror, the wanker, the… wonderful fiend who was busy marking his way down Draco’s neck. They might be late to the party, and Draco wholly, completely and utterly didn’t care.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine dating the Lost Boys, and having sensory overload issues.

Multiple imagines below the cut.

David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Michael, Star.

David

It was just far too much. Too much everything. The blurred lights of the rides as they swung in the air, creating lines of neon in your vision that danced around. Music blasting from three different rides, all different songs. Shouts from carnies inviting people to play their games. And the smell of the cotton candy - it was nauseating.

“Have to go - bathroom -” You said quickly, unlinking David’s arm from your shoulders and ran into the nearest bathroom. Once you were in there, you were able to take a deep breath. The fluorescent lighting was not only ugly, but loud, with a humming. A couple of flies buzzed in the corner. You could faintly hear the music from outside still. But it all wasn’t as bad as it was outside.

You didn’t go into one of the stalls, fearing claustrophobia, so you just paced back and forth in front of the sinks, trying to breathe, trying to calm yourself down, trying not to start crying. A few others in the bathroom looked at you, gossiped while walking out. You didn’t want to be seen, why did you have to be perceived by anyone?

The door opened, an annoying creak which made you wince. And then the lock on the top of the door was dropped down, which made you entirely freeze. “It’s just me,” David said, his hair glowing even brighter in the harsh lighting. He looked somewhat concerned. “Too much?”

“Y-yeah,” You admitted, your hands shaking as you kept on pacing. You couldn’t stop yourself, your body needed some sort of calming action. It came to a quick end when David put his arm around you, pulled you into his chest. He didn’t give words of affirmation. He didn’t tell you everything was going to be okay. He wasn’t the talking sorta guy. But he did put his hands over top of your ears to block out the sounds. Gone were the flies. Gone was the music. All that was left was .. him.

It was very calming. The leather smell of his jacket was what you focused on. And the texture of it against your face. The blackness of it, and his hands over your hears blocked out two of your more overstimulated senses. You were able to calm down. Able to breathe again. Just focus on the softness. The smell. Your breathing grew more regulated. Your heartbeat went to normal levels. You lightly tapped his chest and he let loose the pressure he had against your ears, but continued to touch the sides of your head, a reassuring touch.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you, David.”

He kissed your forehead, and put his arm around your shoulders again. You knew he’d pull you in if he noticed you getting overwhelmed again, and that alone was a comfort. For someone so cold looking, he could be the warmest guy alive.

Dwayne

Although the summer was the prime hunting time for the boys, it was the season that you hated the most. It was too hot, too sticky in your opinion. And you couldn’t walk down the boardwalk without someone in a bathing suit bumping up against you, feeling their sweaty skin against your arm. And you couldn’t wear long sleeves either, because they’d stick too much. Ugh, it was the worst. You took to wearing looser clothes than usual so that it wouldn’t cling, so you wouldn’t have to feel the texture of the wet cotton against your skin. It always gave you this weird shuddery feeling from your toes to your teeth.

It was affecting you particularly bad tonight. The nights were a little cooler than the days, but it was still just so - not good feeling. You joined the guys when they went out for the hunt, ending up at a small bonfire on the beach. You didn’t understand the appeal. It was already hot. Why would you want to stand near a fire? You wondered if you looked as miserable as you truly felt.

You felt a little tug on the back of your baggy t-shirt. It was Dwayne. He seemed to be the most observant out of the group, probably because he was the most quiet. He had more time to take things in than to think about what to say next.

“What’s going on?” I asked, as he continued to hold onto the back of my shirt, looking like he was amused with it.

“You’re uncomfortable.”

“It’s the middle of August, of course I’m uncomfortable,” I muttered. “I feel like a lit candle and my sweat is the wax.”

“How poetic,” He stated, making me roll my eyes.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To cool down.”

By that, he had apparently meant taking me away from the fire, the warm bodies all gathering together, the very warm breeze that wasn’t doing anything to cool anyone down, and bring me to the boardwalk. Not just anywhere on the boardwalk though. He went ahead and bought me a sno-cone.

“You know this is just ice and syrup right?” You said, taking it nonetheless. Blue raspberry. He remembered that it was your favorite, because there just was something so funny about the entirely made up fruit.

“That’s the point. Cool you down.”

He even sat with you on a bench as you ate it. “Are you sure you don’t want to join the guys?” I asked, knowing the feast would be beginning soon. He waved the thought away.

“I wouldn’t have fun knowing you were suffering.”

“That’s ... almost sweet.”

“Like your wrong-colored raspberry?”

“I’d say more.”

Paul

Paul was a generous sort of guy. He loved bringing gifts to people, especially you, because he knew that you appreciated it. It was the look on your face when he gave you something that made it so special. So when he bought you a t-shirt that he saw out on the board walk with a stupid slogan - ‘I’m with Stupid’, he wanted you to put it on right away. You agreed willingly enough - you planned on sneaking up behind the other guys while wearing it, with the arrow pointing towards them just for Paul’s entertainment - but it was quickly turning into a nightmare.

Paul didn’t really understand your sensitivities. And he often forgot about them because it was something that he didn’t understand. He didn’t do it on purpose, he didn’t want to irritate you on purpose - unless he was pulling a prank - he just didn’t always think. He didn’t cut the tag off of the back of the shirt when he gave it to you. And you didn’t want to say anything because he was just so happy that you were wearing it.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and then started to laugh. “Nooo - you love it.”

You would absolutely love it, if you couldn’t feel the tag rubbing against your skin, creating the most unwanted friction in the world. Still, you grinned, just thinking that if he were to go on a ride or get distracted, you could try to go into a shop and find some scissors, just snip it right off. “It’s one of the funniest shirts I’ve ever seen,” You cracked up.

Sneaking up beside Marco with the most innocent expression was the highlight of the night. Paul kept cracking up, and then Marco would look at you, and you’d cover the shirt with your arm or something, looking like you also didn’t know why he was laughing.

But because of this attentiveness, you couldn’t do what you needed to do and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to just .. cry. It didn’t hurt, it was just so ... wrong feeling. Like why did clothing brands do this, it wasn’t fair. How did people not complain? You started to fall silent, sulky, your shoulders constantly rotating, trying to push the tag into a different place so it wasn’t lying on the skin that it so irritated.

Paul was paying close attention as you quieted down. You were usually his partner in crime. And he shot you all of these concerned looks. When he finally had you more or less on your own, on the carousel, your shoulder blades still subtly moving, he mentioned it.

“You hate it, don’t you?” He asked, his face fallen like a puppy. “The shirt?”

“No, no, of course not,” You insisted. “It’s really funny.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s the - Paul, it’s the tag, I hate tags. That’s why I cut them all off of my own clothes,” I reminded him. Realization filled his face and he physically hit himself in the forehead, sweeping his hair out of his face.

“Well why didn’t you say so?” He asked. He came up beside you on the carousel, made sure that your body was hiding  him from others, and used his sharp teeth to tear the tag right out of the shirt. He spit it onto the ground and your relief started to flood in. It was like you went from wearing steel wool to cashmere. “Better?”

“Much.”

He’d remember the next time he bought you something, but forget after that. And you couldn’t be mad at him. That was just .. Paul.

Marko

What was it about the Summer months that made everything feel so much louder?

It probably had to do with the fact that you lived in a tourist town. It might be the murder capital of the world, as the sign said, but it also had the boardwalk which people flocked to during the hot and sticky weather. Riding roller coasters, checking out babes on the beach, eating greasy and fried food that should in reality be neither but somehow, through human intervention, became both. You hated the summer. You hated the people. The noise.

But you could never turn down the opportunity to spend time with Marko and the boys when they went out on their nightly walks and hunts. You didn’t take part in the latter, since you were still a human being, but the former, absolutely. You were regretting it now though, as you walked with Marko near the rides, holding his hand, squeezing it.

Kids running on the wooden boardwalk, their shoes making constant noise. The sound of dough frying in oil inside of the food stalls, bubbling, bubbling. The waves hitting the shoreline down below, crashing. Voices everywhere. Screams from the rides. It was all giving you a headache, combined with the warmth of the night and the crowding of people, those bumping into you without even giving you a first glance let alone a second.

“I’m - going back to the cave,” I said to Marko, stopping, my feet refusing to let me walk any further.

“Shit,” Marko said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That bad?”

“Just - wake me up when it’s the winter and everything is pretty and quiet please.” That’s what you were waiting for. Even if there wasn’t much snow, considering it was California, you barely got a sprinkle, everything felt so much more muted in the winter. The water barely trickled, the boardwalk was closed, people stayed home.

Marko looked conflicted. He was hungry. He needed to feed. But he also didn’t want to leave you alone like this. But it didn’t take him all that long to make up his mind. “I’ll catch up with you later guys, I’m taking y/n home,” Marko said. The guys just nodded, understanding, and didn’t let that stop them from continuing with their night.

Seeing as a loud motorcycle and traffic would probably make you worse, Marko scooped you up and then shot up into the sky, quick as a dart, flying you towards the cave, over the waters. You clutched onto him, but had to admit, up in the sky, things were quieter. You were escaping from the noise and your senses were thanking you for it, bringing you into a feeling of calm. Though the waves were hitting the rocks rather hard, the inside of the cave, the fallen down hotel, kept you at ease. Marko set you down upon the couch and sat with you, stroking your arm. “You good now, babe?”

“I’m a lot better. I’m sorry - I don’t mean to keep ruining your nights...”

“You don’t,” Marko protested, that cherub-like grin coming onto his face. “You could never ruin anything.”

Michael

Just don’t think about it. Just don’t think about it. Just don’t think about it.

Really, it was all David’s fault. Ever since he had tried to turn you and your boyfriend Michael into vampires, eating rice and noodles has become impossible. But Lucy had invited you and Michael to a Chinese restaurant to to celebrate your engagement. And of course, her attempting to be helpful, she had spooned some of the rice and noodles, along with other more appetizing things, onto your plate.

You looked over at Michael who had also turned a bit pale. A bit green.

“Thanks Lucy,” you said, smiling weakly, and picked up my fork. All you could picture were maggots. Maggots and worms. It was making you feel a little sick. At first you started to eat around it. And then you thought, well, maybe you’ll just disguise it with other things. You put a little rice with the orange chicken and tried to eat it but the texture. The way the sauce mixed with it and made it feel gooey. You tried to swallow it down. Okay, chicken and rice bad idea. Try the noodles. Noodles with the broccoli, that should work.

But your senses were going against it. The texture. The texture never got better. Maggots and worms, squirming on your tongue. You could feel it moving. You could -

“Excuse me,” You said quickly, getting up, napkin to your mouth, spitting the food into it as you ran for the nearest bathroom to try to catch your breath. To try to get rid of this feeling. Taps - you ran towards the row of sinks and started the cold water in a heavy stream, then put your face under it. You wanted to clean your tongue. Totally clean palatte. But even the water tasted a bit metallic. It wasn’t good enough.

“Hey, hey,” Michael said, coming into the bathroom, after looking around to make sure there was no one watching. “Look at me, you okay?”

“The - the fucking maggots, Michael,” You said, going into one of the stalls and ripped off some toilet paper. You were really going to start scrapping off your taste buds if this feeling didn’t go away soon. “I can still feel them -”

“I know, I can too, I came prepared,” He said, lightly taking hold of your wrist to stop you from putting the cheap toilet paper on your mouth. “That won’t help. Here...”

He took out a container of tictacs. The plain kind, nothing too overstimulating, like mint or fruits. He shook one out and put it right onto my tongue for me. I immediately began to suck on it, and my shoulders drooped as I started to feel better.

“I used to like noodles,” I said, grumpily, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, me too. We just gotta suffer together.”

Star

There was a lot going on at once. And by that, you really meant a LOT. The telephone was ringing off of the hook, probably another telemarketer. They’ve been spamming you lately, despite how many times you complained and asked to be taken off of their call list. The pot was boiling over on the stove, sending a mess of boiling sauce all over the stove top. There was a knock on the door as your neighbor was complaining about the noise. And the noise was your cat had decided to - yet again - step on the volume button of the television remote, sending it soaring high, and then freaked out and kicked it under the couch.

So there I was, reaching under the couch, frustrated tears seeping out of my eyes because of all that was going on, fingers outstretched and reaching absolutely nothing. I couldn’t feel it. I was done. I was too overwhelmed by it and I just laid my head down on the floor, letting it all happen, feeling stressed because You know you should take care of at least one of those things. Just one would make my life easier. Just hang up the phone or go thte tv and turn it down that way, which would take care of two problems, or stir the pasta sauce -

“What is going-” Star said, coming out of her bedroom and then noticing, well, everything. Including you being shut down, lying on the floor, my arm stuck underneath the couch, and the cat coming over to sit upon your back, thinking of you as the best pillow in the world.

“Help,” You squeaked.

Star was so effortless. And efficient. Once she saw what was happening, she went to the stove, and turned down the heat on the burner. She picked up the telephone and hung it up so that it stopped ringing. She rushed over to the television and pressed the power button so the noise shut off instantly and told the neighbors it’s dealt with and they can screw off now.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She said, kneeling next to you and ran her hand over your back, shooing away the cat who had started to try to make biscuits with your shirt. She pet you as if you were the cat, cooing you, making you start to feel safer, calmer. This wasn’t the first time that she had to do this. Nor was it going to be the last. She had a good voice for it.

“I ruined dinner,” You frowned, thinking about how much pasta sauce must be spilled over the stovetop.

“That’s what takeout is for,” She assured you. “I’ll go get our usual. Are you going to be okay for a couple of minutes?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling better now,” You said, sitting up and wiping floor lint off of your shirt.

“Don’t forget to turn the volume down on the tv when you start it,” She giggled, standing up, her skirt brushing past your face, the familiar smell of her laundry detergent helping you to feel even more calm.

“I won’t,” You chuckled a little, knowing you probably weren’t going to touch it until she got home and you could deal with it together.

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Sometimes the Best Medicine is Love

A Sokeefe sickfic (Mostly fluff, tiny bit angst) Please repost w/credit.

Disclaimer: I own neither the franchise nor any of these characters.

Sophie was concerned.

If there ever was a sign that something was wrong, it was a silent Keefe. With everything that had been going on lately, she wasn't surprised, but still, it was worrying. Was he ok? Was his father being a jerk, as usual? Was he upset with her? She reached over to where he was sitting at the lunch table and gently flicked his arm.

"You ok?" She mouthed when he glanced up.

He nodded, then plopped his head back down to his folded arms on the table, his blond hair gently flopping to the side of his forehead.

She frowned. Something must really be the matter for him to not even bother with a quip of some kind. Oh well. Better to give him some space and just keep an eye out - she knew well how stubborn he could be.

She rubbed his arm in a (hopefully) comforting gesture, whispered a quiet "see you," and moved on to her next class, glancing back and biting her lip. He'll talk to me when he feels ready, she thought. Hopefully that's sooner than later.

As Sophie left, Keefe completely slumped onto the table, all pretense gone.

He felt awful.

Really awful.

Not only had he barely said a word to his girlfriend - is that what they were? - all day, his head also wouldn't stop pounding, his nose was running, and his throat felt like he was swallowing rocks. He wanted to sleep so badly. It was better this way, though; his father would have confined him to his bed and insisted on "taking care of him" in that stuffy, formal way of his that only included bringing him a glass of water every so often and pretending to care about how he felt. 

Best to just suck it up, get through the day, and maybe find someplace to camp out until he felt a little better.

Although, the way he was feeling, who knew how long that would be.

He jerked forward with a sudden sneeze, banging his head on the table. Hard. Ugh. 

He dragged himself out of his seat, rubbing his forehead, and started the long trudge to his class - way too late. Now, he'd probably have detention to deal with. It's going to be a very long day, Keefe thought.

Sophie lept home after school, her mind still fixated on Keefe. She was a habitual worrier, after all they had been through - and were going through - ever since she had arrived in the Lost Cities. As she walked into the dining room, she made up her mind. She would pay Keefe a visit, just to make sure. He'd understand. 

She zipped into her bedroom to change out of her school clothes, throwing on a new tunic and leggings in record time, then dashed out to the backyard.

"Edaline, I'm going to Candleshade to check on Keefe," she called as she ran past the pastures. "I'll be back soon!"

She opened a rift, closed her eyes, and ran into the void.

Meanwhile, Keefe flopped on his bed, just praying his father would leave him alone. Hopefully, he could remain uninterrupted long enough to sleep off whatever this was. Then someone knocked on the door. He groaned, sniffling, and draped an arm over his eyes. Never a moment of peace when I need one, Keefe thought, letting out a little whine.

"Keefe," came his father's incredibly annoying, posh voice. "Sophie Foster is here to see you."

His head jerked up. Sophie? Why on earth would she be visiting him after the way he'd practically ignored her earlier? He lept off the bed, blinking hard, straightening his wrinkled tunic and running his hand through his sweaty curls. Oh, god. She can't see me like this, Keefe panicked.

He opened his door, trying to feign alertness.

"Hey, Foster," he muttered. "What's up?"

She didn't say anything, just walked inside and closed the door.

"Keefe, what's going on? You've been acting strange all day, and I want to make sure you're ok. Really ok," she amended before he could interject.

He took a second, seemingly trying to decide what to tell her, before apparently giving in. "Don't feel good," he croaked, sitting back on his bed and directing a pathetic sneeze into his wrist.

She watched the facade drop before her eyes, and the confident "Hunkyhair" she was so accustomed to dissolved into a lanky, pale, shivering boy. Poor Keefe.

She noticed, now, his bright, glassy blue eyes, and the sweat beading on his forehead - he must have a pretty high fever. She reached out and gently brushed his damp curls away, laying a hand on the blond boy's forehead and quickly withdrawing it at the heat.

"Keefe! I'm bringing you to Elwin right now. You can't stay here like this," Sophie decided. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Just didn't," he mumbled, coughing. "I was tired, and my throat hurt, and I didn't want word getting back to my dad. He's even more annoying when I'm sick." He mustered a weak grin at that, showing his exhaustion. Even sick, though, he could never pass up an opportunity to bash his lousy excuse for a father, Lord Cassius.

Sophie hummed in agreement. She knew Keefe didn't have a good relationship with his father, which made all the more excuse to take him to Elwin. Elwin had a certain way with Keefe, a gentleness and concern that his father lacked. And he really could use some gentle concern right about now.

She opened the window in Keefe's bedroom, crawling out first and dropping to the ground, then gently helping the sick boy out of the window. He was shivering too hard to stand, so she managed to hoist him onto her back and, once more, ran into the void as Keefe passed out, lulled to sleep by the combination of exhaustion, fever, and Sophie's warmth seeping into his own tired, freezing body.

He awoke in the Healing Center, with Elwin standing over him and flashing various glowing lights around his body and frowning.

"Hi," Keefe croaked, sitting up slowly and blinking hard. He suddenly snapped forward with a harsh sneeze, managing to catch it in his hands. "...Ugh." He groaned, sniffling and rubbing his hands on his tunic. "Gross." 

Sophie winced but said nothing, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” Sophie asked gently, brushing his curls away from his face. 

“Eh. Could be better,” he mumbled, giving her a wry grin. It was the truth, after all. He still felt pretty awful, but both getting out of Candleshade and whatever Elwin had been doing seemed to have helped some. 

He coughed, then looked at Elwin. “What are you thinking?”

Elwin pushed his goggles onto his head and sighed. “Keefe, you have quite the knack for getting yourself into trouble, one way or another.” He chuckled. “This time, however, it’s thankfully not too serious. Some kind of flu, but I’d like to keep you here for a few days, if you don’t mind?” Elwin met Keefe’s eyes, waiting for his answer.

Keefe knew that, like it or not, he’d end up staying anyway - Sophie would make sure of that. However, he actually found himself wanting to stay. Anything was better than Candleshade, especially feeling like this. He nodded, then sneezed again. Ow.

“Wonderful! Stay here, and I’ll go get some elixirs for you to take. I’ll be back in a moment.” Elwin dashed back to his office, leaving the two alone.

Sophie watched Elwin leave, then looked back at Keefe. He had sunk back into the pillows, apparently relaxing now that his fate for the next few days was decided.

“Promise you’ll tell me next time?” Sophie asked, meeting Keefe’s tired blue eyes. “You had me worried for a bit there. You were out for a while.” She smiled softly.

Keefe grinned. “Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

Sophie laughed, then raised an eyebrow. “But do you promise?”

Keefe sighed, which quickly turned into a short coughing fit. When he could breathe again, he smiled weakly and shrugged. “Yeah, I promise.”

“Good.” Sophie kissed his forehead. 

“Stay with me?” Keefe whined.

Sophie glanced over at Elwin’s office door, but saw no sign of him coming back soon.

“Of course,” she agreed, snuggling in next to him on the bed and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

Keefe melted into her warmth, and his eyes turned heavy as he burrowed into her touch, sleep quickly claiming his exhausted body. Sophie smiled, laying her head on top of his and stroking his damp curls. She, too, closed her eyes, and all the stress of the day melted, pulling her, too, down into sleep. 

Elwin walked back into the room just then with the elixirs, but stopped quickly when he saw the sleeping pair. He smiled and grabbed an extra blanket, draping it over Keefe and Sophie. 

Sometimes the best medicine is love, isn’t it?

[bluelockcodeblue]

Soft Jingo Raichi is still kinda hard...

Pro!Jingo Raichi x reader

Jingo Raichi is gonna treat people any old way he wants. Ain’t bout to be no arguments and talkback about it, m’kay? Except… sometimes.

He might have been more popular if he weren’t so cutthroat.

Like dang bro, you don’t have to be so hardcore all the time.

But to tell him that… Raichi’s lip just curls in disgust.

Cuz what’s he s’posed to do, play nice? Like Isagi? Huh? Like a little punk?

He’ll throw down with anybody in a battle of wills, no problem. They’re ultimately opponents after all, and it’s his job to crush all opponents.

But...

You’re not some scrub in his way.

You’re his woman.

The one he watches action/adventure movies with.

The one he can count on to work out with him and cheer him on.

The one he daydreams about when he thinks his teammates don’t notice.

The one he buys everything for, all the time, even though he complains loudly about it. (But at the same time won’t ever let you pay for anything soooo.... 🙄)

The only feet he’ll ever rub (and occasionally chomp on).

The only one he trusts to see his insecurities and share his pain with.

The one he makes sure is on the inner side of the sidewalk.

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Now, does he always succumb to his inner lover boy?

Haha, of course not!

Stubborn ass, that’s why you can’t stand him sometimes.

He’s noisy.

He’s crude.

He holds grudges.

But he tries to make it up to you.

Though that doesn’t stop him from manhandling you sometimes.

Grabbing your ankles and yanking you down to the foot of the bed when he gets done working out so you can give him a kiss.

“Jin! Ugh, mooOoovE!” You kick you legs to no avail. “Let go!”

“I ain’t letting go of nothing.” He’d stare at your mouth greedily, nails digging into your hips so you can’t escape his pungent, sweaty odor. “Gimme a kiss.”

“Not until you shower, have you smelled yourself?!”

Wrestling with you over the remote.

Smacking your butt so hard it stings every time he passes by you in the house. Don’t even think about trying to run and avoid it, he will enjoy every moment of chasing you down.

Wrestling with you over your phone. “Who’s got you giggling over there?! I’ll kick his ass!”

Pulling you down into his lap by your arm when you walk by and locking you in place with an iron grip that’ll only tighten if you struggle.

“Gimme a kiss first.”

Snatching you up against him and crushing you into his chest until you can’t breathe when he’s missed you.

“You think I won’t kiss you right now in front of all these people?” He really likes kissing you.

Like, why can’t he be more delicate??

But if he goes too far and hurts you, you bet you can let him know right then and there and he’ll cut it out. All that high intensity pain he likes to dish out is for the riffraff, not you.

          ----------

He can’t wrap his head around it but he can’t seem to pry himself from around your little finger.

He swears he’s not a simp, but everything about you has the potential to turn this man’s defenses into Swiss cheese.

Your intensity that grows and boils almost as hot as his when the two of you end up in a screaming match. He’ll yell all he wants but he would never put his hands on you. And when it’s over and Ringo’s feeling guilty and missing you, he can’t help but replay how fired up you were… and how hot it was.

When you’re annoyed, how your cheeks puff out, and he can poke them and make a little farting noise.

When you praise him for anything at all. It’s his egotist nutrition.

The way your eyes seem to blaze when the sunlight shines on them just right.

Your boobs. No matter what size they are, they’re his favorite. They’re his nuzzle buddies, and probably the safest area for you cuz he’s so gentle and purposeful with them. But he sometimes drools on em if he’s asleep. 🫤

The comforting scent of you that seems to linger everywhere in the house.

The way you scoot up and hug him from behind in the early morning when he sits up, pressing kisses down his neck and bare back as you encourage him to do his best at practice.

He hates how easily his body dissolves under your affection, but will bask in all its tingly glory anyway.

He knows he lets you get off easy with stuff he wouldn’t tolerate in anyone else.

And he spoils you rotten and then complains about it only to spoil you some more. 🤦🏽‍♀️

He won’t admit he’s getting soft, but he just…

Can’t go savage on you like he does everyone else. Ain’t bout to be no arguments and talkback about it.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Teeth 2

Thursday Dad!Scott commute fic time

Ok this is actually the product of two commutes and I posted a little of it before, but the unedited sprint write rule applies to the latter half. I might tidy it up later, it’s a bit rambling… but as it’s based on the thoughts of an inexperienced parent in the middle of the night maybe that’s appropriate!

It’s Scott’s side of this story and is meant to mirror it but forgive me if I’ve got events a bit in the wrong order…

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Scott’s body made it to the hallway before he was even aware he was awake. He skidded to a halt and stood for a moment, one eye still glued shut with sleep, but breathing fast, heart pounding and tried to work out what had activated his internal alarm. He rubbed his face hard and listened intently.

Ok… there were no unusual sounds right now. What had it been?

He staggered to the top of the stairs, was someone down there? He was sure he’d locked up properly but… He held his breath… no noises came from down there… and surely a burglar couldn’t remain that quiet for long.

Just as well. His left foot was half asleep, his elbow was vigorously objecting to the way he’d bounced off the doorframe and pretty much everything was still blurry… he wasn’t going to be much use against an intruder right now. He rubbed his face. Then his elbow. Then his foot.

Maybe it had just been a dream?

Alright. He’d check everyone was alright then go and collapse into bed again.

Heart still pounding furiously he hobbled down the corridor, irritably shaking the tingly foot every other step. And then he heard it…

A whimper.

His eyes widened in realisation. Gordon had been ill! Idiot, Tracy! Should have thought of that first. He hurried towards the room the Tinies shared and slapped Virgil’s door as he passed. He didn’t know what time the kid had last been dosed up as Virg had been the one keeping track.

Taking a breath and listening at the door he could hear quiet sobs and his heart squeezed painfully.

Gently pushing the door ajar his right eye was accosted by a yellow nightlight glow while the left was warmed by red. He picked his way through discarded toys and books, smothering a yelp when his bare toes found something distinctly slimy… what on Earth?! Best not to think about it. That was tomorrow’s problem.

But what was tonight’s problem? Scott stood for a moment in the orangey no-man’s land and held his breath, listening for two sets of lungs in action. The inhabitant of the yellow zone appeared to be sleeping peacefully, if snoring in a somewhat congested fashion. The other was also breathing… very fast. VERY fast. Alan!!

In his haste he became entangled in floor-duvet and only narrowly avoided crippling himself on a rogue Lego brick hidden beneath, but somehow Scott managed to reach the bed without permanent injury and lower himself carefully to sit beside the sweaty, shaking ball of sadness.

What now? Was he asleep? Was it nightmares or night terrors? Should he wake him or would that make it worse? He vaguely recalled someone saying something about not waking a kid with night terrors but how was he supposed to know the difference?! He dithered for a few seconds - why was there nothing on this any of the parenting books he’d frantically skimmed since finding himself standing in for a lost mother and an absent father? Did people just figure this stuff out or was he missing some kind of instinct that should make him certain of what to do?

Alan flinched and sobbed and Scott couldn’t bear it anymore. Throwing caution to the wind, he scooped his brother into his arms and rocked him and murmured reassuring nonsense. This seemed to have been the right call because Alan clung to him and started yammering away incoherently. After a brief panic about brain damage Scott identified the problem with his little brother’s diction and removed the drool and snot coated teddy from his mouth. Ugh. Must remember to wash that, it was probably harbouring multiple diseases.

Not that Alan was making a huge amount more sense now he was able to pronounce consonants. Scott listened hard and racked his brain as to what the kid could possibly be talking about… he was being bitten? Did they have bedbugs? Fleas? Spiders? Alligators?

Wait, what?

Yes Alan was wailing about alligators and clutching his shins and suddenly Scott was a little kid again, trying and failing not to cry on his Mom as she explained his legs weren’t being stabbed by invisible knives. Growing pains. That must be it. Ok. He had a probable diagnosis but what on earth did he do about it? He took hold of Alan’s cold, skinny little legs and rubbed them, hoping the sensation would be a distraction if nothing else. Maybe if he warmed them up… hang on…

Warmth! Yes that was it!

Right on cue, Virgil poked his bleary face around the door and Scott mouthed instructions at him. It took four attempts but finally he seemed to cotton on and disappeared again.

In the meantime, Scott wrapped himself around Alan and hummed Mom’s lullaby - the only thing he could ever think of in times of crisis and luckily a tune that Alan and Gordon seemed to be soothed by. One of the many little ways she was still with them. He glanced up at the photograph of her the Tinies had in pride of place in the middle of the wall… in the neutral zone. The one thing they shared.

Unseen, he nodded a greeting and did his best to return her ever-present smile.

An amount of time passed in which Scott’s eyes grew heavy and he mildly head-butted his little brother a couple of times. Finally the cavalry known as Virg appeared with Calpol, a warmed wheat bag and a distinctly more wakeful expression. Caffeine had clearly been applied. Scott should probably do something about that particular habit of his brother’s but figured there were worse things he could be getting into so settled for rolling his eyes. Virgil had raised his eyebrows with a clear offer but Scott shook his head. He had a couple of hours before he needed to get up and sort out breakfasts and school bags so he hoped maybe he could catch a little bit of shut eye before then.

Pain killers and warmth applied, Virgil repeated his vanishing act. Scott grabbed the duvet off the floor, giving it a shake to even out the lumpy filling and, at the expression on Alan’s face made a show of a thorough check for gators or monsters or whatever he was worried about. Reassurance delivered he dragged the covers over the both of them and managed maybe two lines of the lullaby before Alan was snoring softly.

Suddenly wide awake, Scott lay there with his mind overflowing with anxiety. He worried about Alan losing sleep, about Gordy’s ear infection. He worried about whether they had enough bread left for sandwiches. About whether Virgil was doing terrible things to himself with all the coffee. He worried about John’s friendship troubles and how Scott could help when he refused to talk about it. He worried about how on earth he was supposed to manage any of this when he hadn’t the first clue how to be a proper grown up.

Forcing himself to breathe slowly he squinted up at Mom’s photo and she grinned down at him through the orange haze. He did his best to smile back and then he closed his eyes and hummed the lullaby to himself. She had believed in him so he tried to believe in himself. Maybe he’d just do his best to copy what she had done and hopefully… hopefully he wouldn’t go too far wrong.

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[pesterloglog]

Jake English, Dirk Strider

Page 633-636

JAKE: Fuck!!!

JAKE: Why did she have to go and build a moon laser!!!

JAKE: Why did she have to go and

JAKE: And SAY all that!!!

DIRK: It's not over.

DIRK: That moon laser doesn't mean shit.

JAKE: ...if theres no one to press the button?

DIRK: Boom.

DIRK: Or, you know.

DIRK: No boom.

JAKE: Her guard is down...

DIRK: And you have a gun.

JAKE: I have TWO guns.

DIRK: Let's be real, this wouldn't even be the first time you've thought of it.

JAKE: Its... an option.

DIRK: Or.

DIRK: You help her win the battle.

DIRK: Avoid baptizing the Earth with laser-fire.

DIRK: And she uses The Point, and the world doesn't end.

DIRK: Probably.

DIRK: Who the fuck knows.

JAKE: What should i do?

DIRK: I'm not gonna tell you.

JAKE: I already know youll want me to do whats heroic.

JAKE: But you wouldnt want me to kill jane either.

JAKE: Would you?

DIRK: Stop staring at me like I'm gonna tongue-kiss the answer into you, dude.

DIRK: You know what you need to do.

JAKE: But jane was right about me!

JAKE: I cant be trusted.

JAKE: I dont even like 99% of people.

DIRK: Then do it for one person.

DIRK: Aren't you tired of spreading yourself thin trying to believe in everything?

DIRK: Because it's looking pretty fuckin' likely that the future where Tavvy is happy and the future where Jane is alive don't coincide.

DIRK: You have to kill one for the other to survive.

JAKE: It sounds like youre gunning for her.

DIRK: It sounds like *you're* gunning for her.

DIRK: Say what you will about Dirk, but he always wanted you to be your best self.

DIRK: He pushed you hoping if he did it hard enough, you'd push back.

DIRK: That's a far cry from whatever neutered domestic purgatory Jane's offering you.

DIRK: Wasn't it nice to be believed in, man?

JAKE: Ugh.

JAKE: Can i make an honest query?

JAKE: Did i really kill him?

DIRK: Hm.

JAKE: I did, didnt i?

DIRK: Common sense says no.

JAKE: Cant you swing that one by your esoteric telepathic dirk connection?

DIRK: That's a tricky fuckin' wicket, man.

JAKE: Its "sticky wicket".

DIRK: It's nothing, because that's a stupid fucking phrase cooked up by fake people about a fake sport from a dead planet.

DIRK: Anyway, it's tricky because there's not really all that much of anything left of the big man.

DIRK: Not here, anyway.

JAKE: Oh, baloney!

JAKE: Thats not how this works. Youre the supernatural tsaheylu of our combined "steezes".

JAKE: This isnt my first ride in the rodeo, mister, I KNOW THE RHYTHM OF THIS BUCKING BRONCO.

JAKE: HES STILL HERE, DAMMIT!

DIRK: I'm sorry.

DIRK: He's gone, dude.

JAKE: OH FUCK OFF.

JAKE: YOU CHARLATAN.

DIRK: Yeah.

JAKE: HORSES ASS.

DIRK: Get it all out, man.

JAKE: YOU MALEVOLENT MASCULINE MALFEASANT.

DIRK: I know a crisp glass of personal culpability isn't what you ordered, but hey.

DIRK: It's better than relapsing.

JAKE: Im drunk right now.

DIRK: And that sucks, buddy.

DIRK: But I'm talking about the big show of "everything's fine now" kitchen table red undie dirty dancing you did.

JAKE: Oh, i forgot about that.

DIRK: You fuckin' wish you did.

DIRK: It'd be the only reasonable excuse you'd have for nipping this uncomfortable epiphany in the bud so you could slink back to following orders from Dirk.

JAKE: ...

JAKE: Gods hooks, i backflipped right into my old ways!

DIRK: Don't beat yourself up about it. It's a running theme with literally everybody we know.

DIRK: You all get caught up in these feeling jams, hugging it out in self-realizational bliss.

DIRK: Then, bam.

DIRK: Premature ejaculation.

DIRK: That passionate growth grind ends before it builds to anything actually satisfying.

JAKE: :(

JAKE: Are you saying i need to be red undies jake again?

DIRK: Absolutely the fuck not.

DIRK: Hands off the belt, buddy. You've graduated.

DIRK: You're fully dressed Jake now.

DIRK: Sitting on the sticky floor of a custodial closet, hidden away from anything certain and good in this world.

DIRK: Alone.

JAKE: This is scary! I dont like this.

DIRK: Fuck yeah it is. This is sweaty, achey, burning transformation, brother.

JAKE: I want to go back! I want to be the other guy again.

DIRK: You can't be the other guy anymore, Jake.

DIRK: We're sending him upstate to live on a beautiful farm, where they're gonna immediately drag him out back and put him out of his fucking misery.

DIRK: Remember when you told Egbert you wanted someone to hold you accountable?

JAKE: No.

DIRK: Well.

JAKE: Nooooooo.

DIRK: "Here's Johnny!"

JAKE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

JAKE: Oh...

JAKE: *sniff*

JAKE: Oh, dirk...

JAKE: Cripes, if there really is no magical component to all of this,

JAKE: if youre really gone,

JAKE: then i am simply a forty year old man... being led by the nose... by an imaginary friend.

JAKE: That is not cute.

DIRK: It's kind of cute.

JAKE: No!

JAKE: Its mental illness!

DIRK: It can be both.

DIRK: Look.

DIRK: What you need to do is stop sobbing into your own fucking arms and make a decision.

DIRK: Spying for the rebellion, running away... these were steps in the right direction, but they also had, y'know.

JAKE: Plausible deniability.

DIRK: They were deflections.

DIRK: And at the end of the day, that's what choosing Jane would be, too.

JAKE: Its odd, but...

JAKE: Shucks, i dont want to cut her down right before she makes this big turnaround.

JAKE: If shed decided to keep her promise...

JAKE: thatd be bitter fucking berries to live with.

DIRK: But?

JAKE: But she probably wont change, will she?

DIRK: Why in the fuck would she?

DIRK: She'll have won.

JAKE: But... i dont think she was meant to be this way. Do you?

DIRK: Like, was she born to be a wildly racist dictatorial cake boss?

JAKE: Ok, when you put it that way it sounds a bit bonkers.

JAKE: What i mean is...

JAKE: Take me, for example.

JAKE: I know its not my fault janey got a bit rough and tumble with our relationship. That fundamentally, i didnt deserve it.

JAKE: But that doesnt exactly make me a mensch by default, does it?

JAKE: In fact i worry there might be more of me thats, well... inherently bad than not.

JAKE: And thats why everything tends to get so furiously fucked all the time!

JAKE: Everyone is waiting around for this better version of me to pop up, but thats never going to happen.

JAKE: Because if it did, it wouldn't be me anymore.

DIRK: So, are you trapped being Mr. Pissy Pantyloos Loser Man no matter what?

JAKE: Sort of.

JAKE: What do you think?

DIRK: I don't know.

DIRK: Maybe?

JAKE: Oh...

DIRK: Who even gives a fuck?

DIRK: This is some big philosophical philandering you're trying out, and we didn't even finish elementary school.

DIRK: The best we've got to work with is whatever you gleaned from "My Dinner with Andre" and "Blade Runner."

DIRK: And you fell asleep during "Andre."

JAKE: Point taken.

DIRK: Here's what we do know: when you face our friends tomorrow, they're gonna be none-the-wiser about the insane masturbatory matrix bullet time battles you've been having with yourself in your own head.

DIRK: What will be real to them is what you DID.

DIRK: That's it.

DIRK: Show them you're trying.

DIRK: Or don't, and get left behind.

JAKE: Good god...

JAKE: This is the worst pep talk... ever.

DIRK: It's you, dude, what did you expect?

JAKE: True.

DIRK: Do you want to be left behind?

JAKE: No!

JAKE: I want to see tavvy grow up!

JAKE: I want to choose him!

JAKE: But i want to believe in jane too...

DIRK: Sigh.

JAKE: Listen.

JAKE: I never really understood all that much of the "doomed timeline" hoopla you cerebral types tend to gab on about.

JAKE: But... its nice to think that there might be countless janes somewhere out there who never stopped being happy.

JAKE: Baking, getting up to all manner of lighthearted mischiefs... true blue all around.

JAKE: When i think of her, thats whats real to me.

JAKE: What she is now, what these rotten unenviable circumstances have made of her, its all just...

DIRK: Happenstance.

JAKE: Is that stupid?

DIRK: Probably, but you're a god of Hope.

DIRK: You're a poster-child for making stupid shit feasible.

DIRK: And no one has the power to say what's true for every Jane.

DIRK: I'm sure if you asked a couple of them how they feel about labor camps and domestic violences, they'd hit you with a "Woah there, buster jones."

JAKE: "Thats not for me!"

DIRK: "No siree!"

JAKE: Hehehe.

JAKE: Exactly.

JAKE: If i can believe in those janes,

JAKE: i think i can let this one go.

DIRK: Extravagant hoops to stumble through just to keep believing, man.

DIRK: It's sneaky. I like it.

JAKE: Its decided then?

DIRK: Seems so.

DIRK: You can finally leave the closet.

JAKE: Har, har.

JAKE: Goofs aside, old buddy...

JAKE: I get the strange sense i wont be speaking with you again.

DIRK: You won't. Why would you?

DIRK: You're normal now.

JAKE: But-

DIRK: You don't need him.

JAKE: It feels good to pretend, though.

JAKE: To hold on a little while longer.

DIRK: Don't.

JAKE: Fine! Fine...

JAKE: Hope is the crummiest aspect of the lot, huh.

JAKE: I swear the only time its worth a lick more than delusions and hot air

JAKE: is if it really fucking hurts.

DIRK: Welcome to being a person, Jake English.