#yeah man i wanted to see u and i should be sent to the farm about it

[myattman]

Thinking about him (the boy I met at rtx)

[finnyphcntom]

notorious.

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chapter two : combos

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He remembers his young days, walking into this very gas station way past his curfew with Aiden. He’d walk right in and buy him one big blue raspberry slushie, and then grab whatever snack he was craving that night. It was typically combos. He fucking loved combos.

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Fucking shit.

He was tired, exhausted even. He knew Dandelion was fun to talk to but shit, not that fun.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : geralt got baxk with me the party is at 6 but everyone showsbup late to shit like that so meet me at 7'

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : excited to see you, its been a while!'

The speedway parking lot was rather empty when Lambert put his car in park.

There were many things he swore by, and just as many things he swore by but didn't listen to. One of those things was stopping caffeine- effective probably never.

Not only did Dandelion keep him up, but he was just a tired grouchy man.

But he needed his energy today. He had to work a shitty 9-5, but after, he had a party to crash. Better expect pettiness of all that is petty. He's talking tables thrown, lies exposed…

He knew the location, the time, who all would be there. Its funny, actually, because Dandelion said Kiera's been there often.

But she hadn't. Lambert had asked her about it; if she knew anything. Each time she would go quiet as if trying to remember or think if she has, but would always answer no. The days of the party, she would be stuck at her business late or have something to do. So there was no way she would have been able to make it.

She always had something to do, near the end.

Isnt that funny? Never wanted to hang out with him, never went on dates, barely even responded to him, but sobbed when he left her. She begged him to stay, hell, even threw glassware at him- it made no sense in his rather walnut sized brain.

'lambert : hey do me a favor, dont tell geralt im going'

'lambert : or tbh anyone for that matter. i want it to be a complete surprise.'

'lambert : do that for me and consider me ur free ride of the night, will u princess?’

He slipped his phone into his pocket and got out of his car, walking into the speedway.

He remembers his young days, walking into this very gas station way past his curfew with Aiden. He’d walk right in and buy him one big blue raspberry slushie, and then grab whatever snack he was craving that night. It was typically combos. He fucking loved combos.

Aiden first put him on the snack, Lambert thinking they were incredibly… “mid.” But after trying different flavors, he realized he was literally obsessed with the pizza flavors. They were a snack sent by the heavens, a gift from god himself.

But man, how he missed Aiden. Grief never ends, never goes away. Lambert lost maybe more than half of him when he received that phone call that night from Aiden’s mother. Everyday was the same- no more two in the morning gas station runs and getting high behind said gas station. No more skipping highschool classes to hang out in the bathrooms.

He could never again eat combos.

Life was the same. He finds someone he clicks with, gets attached to them way to quick then someone like him should, its good for a while, and then it ends. Doesn't matter how that ending comes about, it still ends.

And every single day he works this shit ass nine to five. He comes back and does the same farm work, plays the same game. He could really use a switch up, but how?

A ding from his phone causes him to realize that he's standing there, just ominously staring at the red bull fridge. If he had a nickel for every time his phone is the mediator between him and his weirdly timed zone-outs, he would have… plenty of nickels, actually.

‘dandelion : oh, what kind of ride we talkin? ;)’

‘dandelion : is your passenger seat taken? morning btw ^^ i fell asleep’

Lambert's response was shamefully immediate. And oh yeah, he saved Dandelions contact.

‘lambert : never ta ken when its you, princess’

‘lambert : and im talkin bout the ride of your life baby’

His smile is the biggest it’s been in a while when he grabs two or three red bulls and heads to the self checkout.

He really, really wasn't used to this. What the fuck was he doing? Flirting was typically really hard for the guy, given he attempts to avoid any form of human interaction.

Dandelion doesn't answer, not even when he's paid and back in his car. Lambert has never been the most patient of people.

‘dandelion : uhhhhh what do i do if 3 of my tires are slashed?’

‘dandelion : i have a performance idk what to do should i call geralt?’

‘dandelion : geralt will just get mad tho and assume it was my ex’

He stared at his phone screen. According to Geralt, Dandelion’s ex is.. well, psychotic. Dandelion has had to move, stay nights with them, and get Geralt to scare the guy off on multiple occasions.

But he had work in approximately 23 minutes. He couldnt skip work, it was too late for him to call in. He would be in big trouble if he did so, there only being one other manager for the whole store. Not to mention, the paycut. His paycheck would be short, and he's got saving to do.

Geralt would likely get angry at him, too. He was always real big on making sure Lambert never socialized with Dandelion. Lambert was never really sure why.

Of course, there were a lot of reasons he speculated. Geralt knew Lambert would treat him better. Geralt knew Dandelion would like him better. Geralt knew that though antisocial, Lambert tended to form attachments quickly.

Years of abuse and neglect from a drunken father would do that to a guy, he supposes. Always getting attached, paranoid of random people. It was hard for him to trust.

He wasn't thinking. Wasn't thinking when he lifted his phone and tapped on it a few times.

“Hey, this is Lambert. Im letting you know I wont be making it in today. Im sorry.”

He hung up.

Did he really just do that?

‘lambert : hey, whats ur address?’

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Dandelion looked just about ready to sob when he got in the car.

“I told you my performance is not until later.” Dandelion says, anxiously checking his surroundings. “I couldve- couldve arranged an uber. Or just not went. Its not really that important.”

This man was chronically insane. His ex slashes his tires in a location hes not supposed to know about? And he was just going to stay there?

“Clearly someone who isnt supposed to know you live here, well.. does. Its not safe for you to be here right now. We can… I dont know. Do you want to come to my place?” Lambert asked.

Dandelion shook his head no. He wasnt for Geralt knowing, wanting to avoid drama all together.

Lambert cracked open one of his redbulls, putting the car back in drive and pulling out of the driveway.

“Then, do you have parents to g-”

“No. Please, thank you, but no. Not them.” Dandelion says, clutching his seatbelt. “They don't really support my life right now.”

Lambert didn't need an explanation, driving down the road. He didn't have a girlfriend to waste money on, so he wasn't necessarily worried about wasting gas.

It was quiet for a bit, Dandelion giving himself a bit to calm down. When Lambert begins to question if they were going to talk at all, Dandelion speaks up.

“I like being a passenger princess. Being treated like royalty, which I deserve no less.” He says, smiling. “I am quite picky. Do you think you can keep up?”

Clearly, Lambert was really good at flirting with Dandelion before. It came naturally to him, flowing out of his mind like a river. So, clearly, he needed not to think before spewing out the best pick-up line you’ve ever heard,

“I- I uh- can, can keep you up.”

Okay that was bad. But rather worth it, if it weren't for the rupture of laughter that rang through the car.

“I'm focused on driving!” He exclaims, defensive manners strong in his words.

“You know, you and Geralt are similar.” Dandelion closes his eyes, and Lambert's heart drops. The shadow was back, coming for him, engulfing him, warming him and leading him astray. It was burning cold, sharp, an ache in his heart. A feeling he was tired, or even exhausted of. Geralt was a never-ending, constantly raising bar that he had to do hourly pullups on. Hourly reminders that he was not Geralt, the perfect golden child of the family.

“But you’re also so different. I'd go as far to say you’re nicer,” Dandelion starts, and Lambert's heart flutters. “And honestly? Better morals. More fun to be around. What im trying to say,” the shadow is shrinking, shiverling into a smaller fragment of what it once was, instead being replaced by the light that is this mans gorgeous fucking face, “I can definitely tell you were raised by the same man. But you’re also.. Your own person, and I like that.”

In the middle of the street, he put his car in park and grabbed both sides of Dandelions face, pressing his lips onto the soft, delicate lips of the sweet princess of sunshine he had sitting in the passenger seat of his car.. Dandelion climbs on top of him as they begin to make out.

Is what would happen if Lambert got everything he wanted. And if traffic laws were avoidable. And if he had tinted windows.

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Dandelion was a performer, a rising one at that. Therefore, when Dandelion suggested he come watch his performance, there was no way in hell he could decline. He saw videos of him on almost any platform he had- covering songs, writing songs, his cute, smart little intros and outros. He was made to perform.

He was supposed to be covering a song today. It wasn't a concert or anything- he was hired to put on a show for an event at a club. It shouldn't be too crowded. It was a club, at 3pm. No way it’d be busy.

Boy was he wrong. Luckily, Dandelion was able to drag him to the front, right in the center. He winked and gave him a little wave, before he was off somewhere backstage.

Lambert stood there like a fool, a lost puppy if you will. He had never been the type for this, was not expecting this many people, and was overstimulated, and- holy shit, the lights just dimmed red. Like a deep, blood red.

There was a faint noise, like a sound kicking on. When music started, he visibly flinched. God, it was loud. The person next to them, seemingly recording, gave him a rather rude side eye.

The music stopped, and Dandelion walked out, wearing a rather oversized black sheer blouse- that fell perfectly over his porcelain shoulders.

“How are we doing tonight?” He says, smiling widely at the crowd in front of him.

The crowd just roared, causing Lambert to flinch again, but his body locked up when he made eye contact with Dandelion. The red lighting- a warm tone but god did Dandelion look so cold- sick as fuck.

“How am I?” He asked, pointing at himself. “Oh, I'm okay. I almost couldn't make it here. Valdo Marx slashed my tires.”

His ex was Valdo Marx? That ugly ass guy?

A loud set of ‘boo’s’ and ‘fuck him!’s’ ran through the crowd, as the beat started.

“Anyway, I decided to cover a Hozier song. You know, per request.” He winked.

“Just a little rush, babe.

To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me.

Just a little hush babe,

Our veins are busy,

But my hearts in atrophy”

His eyes were wide. His heart was pounding. His heart rate was faster than the blue hedgehog in the games he’d play when he was little. The red lighting, his cheeky little intro about his ex. His even cheekier smile, the look of passion in his eyes.

Dandelion was a masterpiece.

“You and I, nursing on a poison that never stung,

Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it,

Somewhere for this, death and guns

We are deaf, we are numb

Free and young and we can feel none of it”

Lambert realized the music really wasn't that loud anymore. No, it wasn't loud enough. Though still, with hands on the microphone stand, he was the best performer Lambert had ever seen. Okay, maybe he was a bit biased. That voice was a gift from heavy itself, though.

Why did he only now decide to pull out his phone and start recording? He didn't know. But he was.

“Something isn't right, babe

I keep catching little words,

But the meanings thin

Im somewhere outside my life, babe

I keep scratching but somehow, I can't get in

So we’re slaves to any semblance of touch,

Lord we should quit...

But we love it too much”

Dandelion seemed to see that Lambert was recording, and made direct eye contact with the man again. He watched as Dandelion’s hands ran up the microphone stand, slowly pulling the microphone out of its attachment, walking forward..

Slowly, Dandelion transitioned onto his knees, closer to the crowd. He held himself up with his free arm, his sheer blouse falling over his shoulder to reveal more of that porcelain skin to the needy, desperate people.

He was the so-called needy, desperate people.

“Darlin’, don't you, stand there watching,

Won't you

Come and save me from it?

Darlin’, don't you, join in, you’re supposed to

Drag me away from it.”

Now deciding to sit up, if anything he was leaning a little back, face full of emotion. He was too dumbfounded to read which emotion though. Just saw Dandelion, that pretty face, and pretty skin peeking through.

“Anyway to distract and sedate,

Adding shadows to the wall of the cave.”

Dandelion was able to pull off a mix of standing up and spinning as he repeated the chorus, singing with much more energy than the start. It probably had a word. Everything had a word. Lambert wasn't a master of music.

“I learned that song yesterday, just for you guys.” He said, winking. What comes next is a somehow, strangely handsome mixture between a pant and a laugh.

“I think I’m going to go to a gas station and get a redbull and some combos after this one, what about you guys?”

And as the cheer and roars erupt, he's stuck there.

Combos.

[child-of-the-new-contagion]

The Banality of End Times

There's these dueling pay-pig recipients. I'm their client. I pay them and they perform for me. Among other things, they perform the function of being better than me, so much better and more talented. They produce content that I consume. I pretend to worship them. Sometimes I actually do worship them. Most importantly, I give them money.

One of them is on instagram. I found her bikini pics. She alluded to their existence in a reply on a different social network that I happened across. Cristina. From a perfect threads burn where she delivered the retort: "yeah it’s called restraint, something the IDF & u hate-masturbating over my bikini pics lack." It's ideology I like on a hottie. OMG. So it's not exactly pay-pig, a slightly more dignified form of pay piggery, it's hog-shill.

The other recipient is Ian Welsh. Well, theoretical recipient, I haven't sent him money, but I'm really thinking about it, he made a good pitch. But I'm struggling in this economy, right? That's my counter-pitch, to myself, because no one else is aware.

He posted a list of catastrophes and paradigm shifts he predicted in point form. One of them had an ominous sentence after: "It has begun." How do I feel about that? Should I craft it into something to post on that facebook thread? First I've got to do some appreciation theatre and prove myself willing to perform perfunctory attention and admiration upon colleagues in the college of dubious artforms. Level up on points. To where I can post. 

Ian, quoting chapter and verse, me, licking it up like gospel ladeled down my gullet. Gross.

Is that how ppl become fans of ppl on instagram? That's sad. I don't want to play a sad role in a sad little play that is horrifying and beautiful at times, like pixies singing songs to you at the peak/trough diamond drill interval of an ayahuasca trip. We know those "entheogens" don't necessarily do any good, people can go in and out with their asshole egos intact no problem, look at burning man for an example, look at all those zaphod beeblebroxes going into their total perspective vortexes and coming out with the idea that the universe is endorsing their dream to go on mismanaging silicon valley parasite farms. Oh, that rant felt righteous and full of holes.

It can get to be too much some times. Luckily I don't fall into panic much any more. I just let it flow, as it's all disposed to, around me, around me. Don't know what they do, but the things they all get up to just astound me, astound me, Nursery Rhymes for arrested developments. Ok, I got one mantra ready, at least. I cobbled together one of them. That's as heroic as I can get. Until something forces me to get moreso.

Just between you and me, that was too much of that oil. Might have to edit inconvenient vestiges of the present that try to out-compete and eliminate ways of coping, being here now, in the moment. Does make me aware of how cold my hands are, in a more immediate way, like it's weighty, means something, feels something extra. Does make me aware I'm doing something, writing, and lending the weight of weightier sensation to the fact that writing is a struggle, lends more weight to the activity, makes meaning even, in and of itself, if meaning could be derived later, by whatever standard reigns then. See, that's the big question. The goddamn state boundary. You see? Ah, nevermind. I'll try again later.

Nursery mantras I sing to myself when I get desperate, or even drowsy. When I don't want to get out of bed, and it's a morning lullaby, an elegy to waking life and exhortation to stay in bed, and don't worry about it, and don't despair but get back to that pleasant drowsiness, treat the drowsy like I drug, not like anyone else drugs but like I do it, how I treat it like a laudanum-coated lollipop. Some people do dream in a druggy kind of way, ppl do know what I'm talking about, even if the idea of addiction to sleep is seen as not credible, not worth exploring or even discussing... and what is even out there that hasn't got a reddit devoted to it?

What's my reddit saying about me? Did they turn on me? Did some one edit my wikipedia page to claim I was a paypig? Who posted these scurrilous lies? Actually no body, there's nothing, I can relax, as I've always relaxed in that area. I've kept a low profile, because of low points in my ego, in my story, which is I guess what passes for trauma with me, so I guess that's lucky, a first world problem. It's a first world luxury to worry about potential panic in the near future. I could freak out about that luxury, or luxuriate in it. I guess it would be far more pleasurable to do the latter.

There was cyber-bullying, I guess, before the term existed, but my dreams are fucked up enough, with enough over-the-top symbology, but not enough sex, although sometimes. Christ, had the first one of those dreams of my life, so there's weird stuff going on. Maybe there's a lack of outlet, maybe there needs to therapy for me, poor me, or pour me a drink.

There were multiple times of being smacked down so hard online that it kept me shy, even online, guarded. And still, I got multiple relationships out of being online, one of it enduring, ongoing, despite how life conspires to break our wills to be there for each other, that bare minimum thing that can mean so much, even in good times, all the more so in times that seem like "the bad timeline" in a sci-fi movie, like where climate change wasn't fixed easily, even within capitalism, with market-based solutions, like the ozone hole was, and instead, all the "worst-case" models turned out to be overly-sunny projections, and the prognosis became increasingly malignant for human survival, and we got to see the clown fascist pre-shock before the century-long banality of end-times.

I can't think of what to say in the threads replies. I'm tongue-tied. I guess that's why I'm a pay pig. I'm not paying much though. I guess I could splurge and buy some real top-tier temporary loyalty. For a weekend. And then, I dunno, go on a mass shooting spree? Nah, not extraverted enough. That's very late-90s anyway. Old old paradigm. Now I'm an adult, more civic-minded, more inclined to do terrorism towards a doomed revolution, if anything. I'm a cynic civic. Can the word civic be used like that? I'm not sure. What is this, a podcast monologue now?

[cricketnationrise]

Lil ransom POV that’s been knocking around since Nurseyweek

seemed like a good time to post

_X_

Ransom loves Samwell, even if he can only make it down for Alumni Weekend.

This was the place where he had met his best friends, played swasome hockey, and made some banging spreadsheets, if he does say so himself. And he does. Because Excel backed him up.

“Yo, Ransom! What’s up?!” Ransom spins around at the sound of his name, and then –

“Oh, chill.”

He really should have braced himself. Nursey always was like a puppy. But like a Newfoundland puppy. Or some other puppy that doesn’t realize how big they are. Because now he and Nursey are both on the ground.

In the back of his mind, Ransom knows they are completely in the way of people trying to get to class, but he’s just so glad to see Nursey in person that he doesn’t care.

“Nursey! What have we said about curbing your enthusiasm?”

“That I shouldn’t because it’s a delightful part of my personality?” Nursey asks.

“5 points to Nursey!”

They finally manage to untangle themselves enough to stand up and move off the sidewalk, Ransom initiating a proper hug. “It’s good to see you, got time for Annie’s?”

“Chyeah for sure! Oh man, I have so much to tell you.” And they’re off. Just like Ransom never left. It’s comforting to know that Nursey can still ramble on with the best of them. He was worried about Nursey a little bit this year. He knew first-hand how hard senior year could be, especially with an A on his jersey. Listening to Nurse go off about his classes, how much he missed Bitty’s baking, how much more terrifying Chowder is in goal this year, Ransom grins. Nursey seems to have gained a new version of his chill. He seems happy, and in control of things.

One of the first things they bonded over was their respective anxiety. Ransom is glad that Nursey is starting senior year in a much healthier mental place than he did. One thing off Ransom’s mental worry checklist.

“…And yeah, now that Dex is captain we have all these morning practices again, like Jack, but not quite so early, thank god. He’s doing a good job with the new freshmen; they really look up to him. He’s started making bread, actually? I think Bitty sent him a recipe. Oh, and Chowder and Farms are even cuter this year than ever before, its nauseating man. But all three of us are in a class together, actually! It’s really chill, we’re taking that photography class like Jack took! Dex suggested it – which was totally chill of him. He was all its arty for you Nursey, Chowder is enthusiastic about everything, and its technical enough that I won’t feel totally lost. Like how cool is that? It’s a really cool class, relaxing, weirdly. Like, meditative, ya know? Anyway, tell me about you, man. It’s been too long since we caught up!”

As they get in line at Annie’s, Ransom fills him in on working with Holster and applying to med school for next year.

“Yeah so I figured out I want to be research focused, and probably kid-focused? Like, I want to be able to help kids with what I’m researching, so I’ve been looking into what I need for that, but it’s going well, I think. Hilariously, no one at work seems to realize that Holster and I a) know each other and b) are dating already. I’ve had 4 people in the last week come up to me and ask if I’m seeing anyone because Adam in the other department would be PERFECT for me. Truly amazing.”

“That’s hilarious, holy shit.”

“What can I get you today?” the barista asks.

“I’ll get a vanilla latte, please,” Ransom says.

“And I’ll have a Chai Latte with a shot of vanilla. Oh, also a Hot Honey Ginger Lemon Tea. Thanks, Steph,” Nursey rattles off.

They collect their drinks and head toward the Haus without needing to talk about anything in particular. It’s always restful just hanging out with Nursey. Ransom is the most extrovert ever to extrovert, but even he needs down time sometimes, and Nursey can be, dare he say it, chill, when he wants to be. Also, it’s a beautiful fall day, and it’s nice to just soak it up. Nursey is probably composing like 5 poems in his head about it right now.

Walking up the steps to the Haus, Ransom pauses a little, just to savor the moment. He’s been back before this, obviously, but it’s getting harder to visit, and once he’s in med school, it’ll be even rarer. He wants to keep this place in his memory forever.

“Dex! You’re alive!” he hears Nursey yell from the kitchen. Walking in himself, he sees Dex, looking utterly miserable. He’s wrapped in a blanket, wearing his roadie flannel sweatpants, his SMH hoodie, and – is that Nursey’s green beanie? Ransom blinks, trying to process.

“Hey Nursey. Hey Ransom,” Dex rasps out, trying to smile at Ransom before coughing a little.

“Oh hey, I got you this from Annie’s since you weren’t feeling well this morning,” says Nursey, “It’s the you tea.”

“Thanks. The U tea?” Dex asks before taking a sip and sighing in apparent delight.

“No, the YOU, Y-O-U tea, the Dex tea,” Nursey says.

“Why is it the Dex tea?” Ransom asks.

“It’s the Hot Honey Ginger Lemon tea,” Nursey explains.

Dex goes bright red, and Ransom would blame the coughing fit he has, but it definitely started in his ears and is it just him or do those coughs sound a little forced?

“Did you just get him the only thing with Ginger in the name?” Ransom asks, amused. Dex narrows his eyes at Ransom while Nursey looks in the fridge for a snack. Good to know that Dex’s crush on Nursey is healthy as ever, even when he’s not.

“No, but that’s an added bonus,” Nursey says, “I got him tea because tea always helps my throat. The ginger, lemon, and honey all work really well together for a cold; my moms swear by it, I always had it growing up. No it’s the Dex tea because its ginger like your hair, obviously, and honey like your eyes, sorta, and lemon like your attitude when you’re stressed, and hot because – “ Nursey pauses like he just realizes he was on the verge of waxing poetic about Dex.

“Hot because what?” Ransom asks. Ransom is outright grinning now, while Dex is looking determinedly into his cup like maybe he could drown himself in it, blushing more deeply than Ransom has ever seen him. And Nursey – Nursey is visibly putting on a layer of chill, of armor. He catches Ransom’s eyes, nods once, takes a deep breath, and finishes the thought,

“And hot because you’re hot, Dex.”

“What.”

“You heard me.”

“I – wow, Nurse. I don’t know what to say.”

“You could say yes.”

“I could say yes?” Dex asks in a small voice.

“To whether you’d come on a date with me when you feel better.”

“I – I –,” Dex looks at Nursey intently, probably trying to see whether he’s serious or chirping. Ransom holds his breath. If they remember that he’s here, they might not ever get this far again.

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“Did you just say yes?” Nursey asks, smile starting to break out.

“Yes. When I don’t feel like death on toast. Yes.” Dex is smiling too.

“Chi – “

“GUYS!” Ransom interrupts before Nursey can say chill, and also because he’s legit tearing up right now, “If I wasn’t so damn happy for you both I’d be fining the hell out of you.”

“Like you could, I’m the captain now.”

“Yeah but the group chat would back me up on the sap level in the kitchen right now,” Ransom smirks.

“Alright, fair.” Dex says, taking another sip of his tea. His blankets slip down to his elbows now, exposing the number. But instead of #24, C there is very clearly a different number. #28, A.

Nursey falls off his chair in his attempt to make sure that what he’s seeing is real.

“Dexy, are you wearing my hoodie? And my hat?”

Ransom’s phone chimes.

Holster: U @ the Haus? I’m omw with Chowder and Whiskey rn

“Maybe.”

Me: yup It finally happened btw

“Maybe? Dex its right there!”

Holster: what happened? The railing finally gave out?

“Maybe they’re comfortable. And warm. I’m sick.”

Me: nah man Well maybe idk Haven’t left the kitchen But Dex and Nursey They’re goin on a date

“Well maybe if I’d known how hot it is to see you in my clothes I would have asked you out sooner,” Nursey says flirtatiously.

Holster: !!!!!! DUDE HOLY SHIT DEETS RANS I NEED DEETS

“I signed up for this. I literally signed up for this,” Dex groans.

Ransom: Nursey brought him tea That reminded him of Dex Because it’s the hot honey ginger lemon tea And he got to why hot reminded him of dex And was actually smooth??? That was a trip to watch Dex said yes And now they are bickering again But like its sweet?

“Yeah you did, Dexy. Can’t get rid of me now. You know I’m ride or die.”

Holster: HOLY SHIT I’m so proud of them Chowder is crying btw Oh wait Now he’s sprinting toward the Haus So Incoming

Me: 👍

“Hey lovebirds.” Nursey and Dex look over at him, both surprised he is still here. They definitely forgot about him. “Chowder’s on his way. Also Holster and Whiskey. So. Get pumped for that because the groupchat isn’t far behind.”

Dex puts his head on the table and groans unintelligibly. Nursey just beams and puts his arm around Dex’s shoulders, “Oh, nice. Now we don’t have to stress about when to tell him.”

Ransom just laughs and preps the text he’s gonna send to the groupchat. He really should try to visit more often. Ransom loves Samwell.

_X_

[planetesastraea]

On the tip of his tongue

Read Part 1: On the Tip of his Fingers

Geraskier, Modern AU - Explicit - 10 179 words - Warnings: none

Character study, developing relationship, banter, feelings, Geralt vs words, bisexual!Geralt, bottom!Geralt, top!Jaskier, first time, handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex. Also contains pizza (mentioned)

Betaed by the wonderful @oxbridge-quality-fanfiction-co​​

Read on AO3

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That morning Jaskier got woken up by a soft but firm hand on his shoulder and a husky voice saying his name.

“Hmmf?” was his very articulate reply, definitely worthy of the Creative Writing and Composition in Medieval Times professor he was. “Three words or less,” he would always say to motivate his students to answer questions during class and to start a conversation. Damn, they would have been proud.

“I gotta go,” the deep voice whispered and the previous evening suddenly came back to Jaskier. Geralt. Wow. Geralt . He sat up and blinked a few times before realising his eyes were open but the sun wasn’t up yet. Geralt was but a silhouette in the dark, his smell a mix of long-forgotten aftershave and well remembered sex.

“Mmokay,” Jaskier mumbled, rubbing one eye with his palm. “Thanks for telling me,” he said sleepily. There was a pause and he realised the sentence didn’t land well.

“Sorry. Didn’t want to sneak out,” Geralt replied tightly.

“Yeano, yeah- I meant it. Sorry. Me,” Jaskier said, pointing towards his own face in the dark, and thus proving the point to no one but himself, “not a morning person.”

Geralt snorted softly. Jaskier was overcome with a powerful wave of fondness and a guttural need to reach out and kiss him. Gods bless adorable bi himbos at law.

“I should get going,” Geralt said and Jaskier thought he heard some hesitation in his voice. The mattress dipped slightly as Geralt moved to stand up, and Jaskier reached out blindly. His hand found the inside of Geralt’s elbow and then slid down softly to the man’s wrist, finding his palm.

“Wait,” Jaskier said and Geralt waited. Then it dawned on him that he was supposed to say something . “Do you want to… see me again?” he offered, truly bringing his A-game as the (supposedly) most romantic man in the continent. (He was not boasting. It had simply been brought to his attention by many of his exes, and who was he to question the opinion of the people?) He tried not to sound too hopeful but it was too early in the morning and his acting skills needed a warm-up. After all, one couldn’t just naturally wake up that good.

The silence stretched in a way that made him uncomfortable, especially since Geralt was practically invisible in front of him. Geralt’s fingers brushed his and something in his chest relaxed, but only for a moment.

“I can’t,” Geralt started, making Jaskier’s heart drop, “make promises.”

And okay that wasn’t the worst he could have said but also - uh what ? “Okay? Well I- I’m not asking you to?”

“Hmm.”

“Geralt, I- I had a really nice time with you, you know? And I’d really like to have more… nice times with you. And not just sex, I mean, yes, sex was fantastic, it was , but also, well- what I mean is, I don’t expect you to like, abandon your life or whatever, I just-” he was running out of breath. “Gosh I’m talking too much again, fuck, please, say something? I’m getting zero feedback here and you have to know I’m gonna keep talking until you cut me off-”

“Sorry,” Geralt sighed, his fingers threading between Jaskier’s. “It’s just- This is… I haven’t been with someone in a while and,” he said with hesitation and left the sentence unfinished.

And never with a man , Jaskier thought, pretty sure of what was coming next. “Right,” he said, feeling his throat tighten. Not like he wasn’t used to falling for people who just didn’t have the same life plan- or day plan , even.

“But I think I would,” Geralt said, “like to see you again, I mean.”

“Wait, what?“ Jaskier’s brain derailed.

“I’d like to see you again?” Geralt repeated and it sounded even better the second time.

“Oh.”

"I… had a nice time, too.”

“Oh. Good,” Jaskier whispered, relief washing over him and unlocking the door to yearning. He moved forward, closer to Geralt, his hand sliding up to his shoulder, finding his cheek and feeling the beginning of a stubble under his fingers. “Good,” Jaskier murmured again. Feeling Geralt lean into him was the best reward. He moved his head closer and his nose rubbed softly against Geralt’s, the intimacy sweeter than some of the sex he’d had in the past.

Geralt inclined his head slightly and pressed a chaste, tender kiss against Jaskier’s lips.

Once they parted, phone numbers were exchanged and the soft wish of getting in touch soon was expressed - or, rather, as Jaskier put it as he walked Geralt to the door, “in touch and, well, in touch .” A freaking poet.

-

The morning after they “had a milkshake” - as Jaskier nicknamed their first close encounter - Geralt had gone home right before sunrise to find Eskel wide awake, sitting on the living room couch, a book on his lap. Eskel had looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and pressed his lips together to suppress a smile. “Coffee?” was all he had said and Geralt had been oh so grateful.

In the days that followed, he learned a bit more about Jaskier. He taught both poetry and musicology at university, gave private lessons, and performed with his band from time to time. Spring meant preparing finals, helping students to rehearse for auditions, and getting ready for the upcoming festivals The Bard would participate in. Between his schedule and Geralt’s, over a month had gone before they saw each other in the flesh again. But texting? Texting was definitely a Jaskier thing.

A couple of hours after Geralt had left, Jaskier had sent him a text saying “my bed misses you” . Geralt had promptly walked from one meeting to another, only realising at 6.30 pm during a phone call from Assengard, as he caught sight of the restaurant from across the street, that he had left Jaskier hanging. He tried to think of something clever on his way to pick Ciri up from her fencing class. To his surprise, his idea had worked very well on Jaskier.

Of course, as with most things concerning Jaskier, Geralt quickly discovered, it was prone to get out of hand. The man had decided that “the milkshake” would become “a thing”. The fact that Geralt’s favourite order at Denise’s included a vanilla milkshake with cream on top was apparently hilarious for reasons Geralt could not understand.

Since then, Geralt would receive texts from Jaskier every few days, ranging from “thinking of u” to “which one of these says ‘I am a 100%-responsible adult person who will turn your child into a virtuoso if you allow me to teach them?’” with a picture of two button-down shirts attached.

Geralt had left him on read , the bastard.

-

After the six most frustrating weeks of his life - yes, more frustrating than the whole summer he spent sharing a flat with a Spanish model who had very loud, very heterosexual sex on the other side of their paper-thin, shared bedroom wall - Jaskier finally got his hands back on his favourite lawyer’s ass.

They had agreed Geralt would meet him at his place that Friday after work. And so, Jaskier spent the afternoon trying to convince himself he could mark students’ essays, and was absolutely not in the hellish head-space where nervousness meets horniness. (He made it through five so he counted it as a win.)

He had changed outfits three times in two hours, and had promised Essi he absolutely was not falling for some seemingly perfect person who would then turn out to have a secret wife, three children and a dog (“Well since you’re asking, he has a very public ex-wife, one daughter, and a horse.” “A horse?” “Yup.” “What the hell?” “I have no fucking clue.”)

Jaskier was busy adjusting a sofa pillow to make it appear tidy-but-casual when the bell rang, making him jump out of his skin.

When he opened the door, Geralt looked like he was two seconds away from running back down the stairs and disappearing forever in some mysterious vineyard near Toussaint. Geralt, being the absolute asshole that he was, also looked like a fucking god amongst humans so Jaskier’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of him once again. He had almost forgotten how stunning the man was.

“Hi,” Geralt said.

Jaskier shook himself out of his dreamy smitten state and felt a tingle in his cheeks as he blushed. “Hey, come on in,” he said, waving the man inside.

Geralt had his hair tied in a casual bun and was wearing a black winter coat way above Jaskier’s pay grade. Gods, what a sight. Jaskier was fucked .

“Are you-”

“So how’s-”

They both started and stopped at the same time, which made Jaskier laugh and Geralt shake his head as he looked away, a side of his mouth rising into a smile. Boy, Jaskier thought, if Geralt was half as fond of him as he was of Geralt, they’d be married in three years, move to a farm in five, and adopt every stray dog in the area a year after that at the latest.

“Can I take your coat?” Jaskier offered.

As Geralt nodded, Jaskier got his hands on the lapels of Geralt’s coat, fingers absent-mindedly pressing against Geralt’s chest, feeling the soft wool, and the strong pecs underneath all the layers. A moment passed and he realised Geralt hadn’t moved an inch. He stopped staring at his own hand and, as he looked up, realised Geralt was looking at him. Or more like, looking at his mouth.

There was a beat and they both moved forward, catching each other’s lips.

“Fuck, is it ok to say I’ve missed you?” Jaskier breathed between two kisses.

“Hmm,” Geralt replied, pushing Jaskier against the door and leaving his lips to kiss and suck the skin of his neck.

“Ah, okay, I’ll take that as a yes,” he half-moaned and got Geralt’s mouth back against his, kissing like he just couldn’t get enough- because he couldn’t. Geralt got rid of his coat, letting it fall onto the floor.

“M-maybe we should take a second to hang it. It looks expensive.”

“It’s a gift from my ex,” Geralt mumbled against Jaskier’s skin, biting tentatively at his Adam’s apple.

“Or we could stomp all over it,” Jaskier deadpanned. Geralt laughed against his throat and Jaskier felt it resonate through his chest.

“So you’re the possessive kind, then?”

“Uh,” Jaskier bit his lip, “only if that turns you on.”

Geralt kissed a line up to Jaskier’s ear and caressed him through his trousers as he nibbled at his earlobe. In the softest, most quiet whisper, he murmured: “It does.”

Jaskier groaned with pleasure and Geralt kissed him in earnest, his hand still fondling the man’s inseam. He pressed his pelvis against Jaskier’s and both moaned from the supplementary friction.

“Let me try something?” Geralt asked against Jaskier’s lips before promptly getting down onto his knees.

“Oh, wow, okay,” Jaskier gasped as Geralt went straight for his belt. “Ah- w-wait, you- you sure?”

Geralt rolled his eyes, undoing the man’s button and zipper until Jaskier’s hands came to rest softly over his.

“No, I’m serious, you don’t have to.”

"I know,” Geralt answered, looking up at him. “I want to.”

“Okay. Okay. Just stop if it’s not good with you, right?”

“Right.”

He pulled Jaskier’s trousers down, not wasting any time. The curved line of his hardening cock was obvious under his underwear and Geralt slowed down, caressing the back of Jaskier’s thigh with one hand, the other moving up to his crotch. He palmed Jaskier through his boxer briefs (his navy blue boxer briefs) and was delighted to see him try to control his breathing through the surging wave of desire.

“Take them off for me?” Geralt asked, his voice rough with arousal.

Jaskier breathed out shakingly and slid his thumbs under the waistband, pulling his underwear down under Geralt’s relentless attention. Unable to stop himself, Jaskier took his own cock in hand and stroked himself, humming with pleasure with the first movement of his wrist. Geralt was sitting on his ankles, mesmerised.

“You like watching?” Jaskier asked, and even though the answer was pretty obvious, Geralt didn’t say it out loud. He raised to his knees, kissing the inside of Jaskier’s thighs, every breath softly tickling Jaskier’s skin, the hand maintaining its rhythm.

Moving upwards, Geralt’s tongue darted out to lick Jaskier’s balls, surprising him so much the back of his head hit the door, generating a moan which turned into a wince and then back into a moan again. Geralt’s smile shaped the kiss he pressed on Jaskier’s thigh as his fingers brushed through the man’s pubic hair, and slid up to find Jaskier’s hand, slowing it down.

Jaskier felt Geralt’s hot breath coming closer to his cock and had to bite his lower lip when the other man’s lips brushed against his fingers, kissing them one by one, silently asking him to let go. Jaskier didn’t need much convincing until, of course, fuck his goddamn unstoppable brain, a thought occurred to him.

“Wait!” he exclaimed and, at least, was blessed with the sight of Geralt looking up at him with surprise, his lips apart, tongue visible, and… Fuck, he looked so innocent and yet devilishly hot like this.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Just- safety, right? You can, uh, get STIs. From, you know, sucking off someone unprotected. So you should be safe, you know.”

“Uh,” Geralt frowned. “Do you have STIs I should worry about?”

“No, I’m clean. I just mean, you know, in general.”

“I don’t need sex ed, Jaskier.”

“I know,“ he said, unconvincingly. "I’m just saying. Cause, like, it matters, and, you… well, you know.”

“I know,” he nodded even though he didn’t really. “Anything else?” he asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

“Well, you shouldn’t take my word for it.”

“What?” Well, he only had himself to blame, right? He did ask.

“That I’m clean. I mean you can’t take people’s word for it, sometimes people just-”

“ Jaskier. I’ve slept with strangers before,” Geralt said bluntly, missing the brief pained look on Jaskier’s face at being classified as a stranger . “You’re clean. I’m clean. If you’re fine with this, I’m fine with this.”

“Yes. Yeah, I am. I am. Sorry,” Jaskier shook his head. “Did I just ruin it? It’s just, it matters you know, so I figured-”

“Jask. I get it. It’s fine,” Geralt said, rubbing his thumbs on each of Jaskier’s hip bones. “Can I suck your cock, now?” he asked softly. Jaskier’s worries disappeared from his mind instantly, and he nodded enthusiastically about twelve times above the consent limit.

Geralt took him into his hand and stroked him, slowly but firmly, further limiting his brain’s already diminished access to oxygen. Geralt’s other hand had reached out to fondle his ass and his fingers began to lightly drum along the back of Jaskier’s thigh, brushing softly, ghosting against his skin, and sending a brand new kind of sparks of want to Jaskier’s cock.

After a few strokes, Geralt brought his lips to the base of Jaskier’s shaft, kissing the hairs in a way one could have described as chaste if it hadn’t been happening so close to another man’s dick. He then proceeded to drop fuller kisses on the soft skin of Jaskier’s cock, pressing his lips against the skin almost reverently as his hand kept working Jaskier. When he was satisfied with the soft noises and the sound of fast breathing above him, he guided his hand back to the base of Jaskier’s cock, pumping a few times before guiding the tip of Jaskier’s dick to his mouth as he licked .

“Fffuck-” Jaskier gasped, and Geralt smiled.

Wetting his lips, he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the very tip of Jaskier’s cock, kissing it wetly, his tongue running against the underside. He let go, only to kiss the side of the head with an open mouth and then took Jaskier’s cock again.

As soon as he had run into Geralt at the bar, Jaskier had been both mindlessly infatuated and completely unsure what to expect. Geralt’s enthusiasm for learning to give head was definitely one of the things he didn’t see coming.

Geralt’s hand fondled his butt cheek again. As he pressed the tip of his fingers lightly against his sacrum, Jaskier sighed and angled his pelvis forward the way Geralt’s hand invited him to. Geralt took a slow breath through his nose, obviously trying to relax as much as he could as he moved forward, taking in a little more of Jaskier in his mouth and sliding his lips over the ring of Jaskier’s cock.

“Oh,” escaped from Jaskier’s lips as Geralt drew back slightly and took more of him again. “Oh darling, oh, yes, that’s good,” he stammered, caressing Geralt’s cheek before drawing back and slapping his hand against the door to ground himself and to restrain from grabbing the back of Geralt’s neck.

Geralt groaned softly at the loss, reaching out for Jaskier’s hand, closing his eyes as soon as he felt Jaskier’s touch again. He moaned as he kept sucking him slowly, clearly enjoying the guiding hand on his cheek.

“Oh, darling,” Jaskier moaned. His thumb rubbed softly against Geralt’s stubbly cheekbone before his hand slid against his cheek and jaw encouragingly. “Oh, that’s good, yeah that’s- Keep going, love,” he whispered again.

Biting his lower lip, Jaskier kept caressing Geralt’s cheek, whispering sweet nothings and sliding his fingers through the other man’s hair, convinced Geralt would have purred around his cock if he could.

"That’s really good, sweetheart,” and as Geralt enthusiastically took him a tad deeper, he just couldn’t help himself. “Oh, that’s my good boy ,” he moaned and Geralt all but choked on his dick.

Pulling back and resting a hand against the floor, half-slipping on his discarded coat, Geralt coughed and tried to get his breath back from choking on his own spit.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry-” Jaskier kneeled by him hastily - and heavily . Having his jeans pooled around his knees wasn’t exactly helping him be graceful. “You alright?”

“Fine,” Geralt rasped, a bright shade of pink all over his face. He coughed again.

“Do you need a drink or something?”

Geralt laughed brokenly through a cough. “To help me forget I could have bitten your dick off?” he asked and Jaskier huffed.

“Don’t be silly,” he smiled, brushing away the hair across Geralt’s face as he leaned to kiss him. “This cock has seen worse.”

“That’s always comforting,” Geralt mumbled against his lips.

Jaskier laughed and caught his lips into another kiss, enjoying the way Geralt sighed comfortably, and held on to the back of his neck. His hand wandered to find the hem of Geralt’s shirt and slipped under his waistband before he arrived at a bright idea. “What if - and I know it’s going to be a very bold, and novel concept, but hear me out - what if we stopped using my front door and living room floor as acceptable fucking surfaces and straight out moved to the bed?”

“Hmm,” Geralt mused falsely. “Didn’t know there was anything straight about you,” he snarked and was met with a playful slap on the breast accompanied by Jaskier’s cackling laughter.

“Oh, look who’s talking now!”

They fumbled to get Jaskier back on his feet - “well I do love to spend time on my knees” - and got rid of the jeans which were annoyingly getting in their way, to then move on to the bedroom.

-

His bedroom, Jaskier decided, was absolutely ruined . Nothing would ever look better than Geralt sprawled on his bed, naked, his hard cock pressed against his lower belly. If Geralt ever decided to break things off with him - a thought which, despite people often calling him dramatic, he knew was perfectly realistic - Jaskier would have to change the room entirely. He would repaint the walls, get new furniture, burn the bed, maybe, or - to simplify - move places. No, there was no way a single soul could ever sleep on sheets which had touched Geralt’s skin without missing his presence like any respectable bard would miss their medieval lute.

At that moment, however, this bard was straddling Geralt’s lap, his arms around Geralt’s neck, while being held around his middle and kissed languorously. They were both naked, every inch of skin yearning to feel the other, and not a single thing was amiss.

“Would you like to touch yourself for me, darling?” Jaskier asked between two kisses, his voice low and syrupy.

A groan came from the bottom of Geralt’s throat and vibrated against Jaskier’s tongue.

“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” he whispered against Geralt’s lips, catching the man’s tongue in another open-mouth kiss.

Geralt started stroking his own cock and howled, and Jaskier broke the kiss unintentionally, unable to stop smiling at the sheer bestiality of the man.

Jaskier smacked his lips against Geralt’s a few more times as Geralt chased his mouth for more. Curving his hand around Geralt’s cheek, he kissed him one more time before slipping his thumb on his lips. He didn’t expect Geralt to kiss his finger, chastely, then lick its tip and lustfully take it in his mouth. Jaskier didn’t sigh as much as he whined .

“Would you prepare yourself for me?” Jaskier asked, making his intentions clearer, his voice a bit hesitant but hopeful.

Geralt let go of his thumb, letting Jaskier caress his lips lovingly. “Maybe it’s better if you do it,” he said, kissing the inside of Jaskier’s palm in an obvious attempt to hide his face.

“Is it?” Jaskier asked, and Geralt closed his eyes, something like regret written on his face.

“I’m not very good at it,” he grimaced.

“You’ve done it before?”

Geralt hummed, uncomfortable. “Since last time,” he clarified. “It didn’t really- I don’t know, maybe it’s not my thing,” he shrugged, still avoiding Jaskier’s eyes.

“Hey,” Jaskier whispered, his voice coated with kindness, unable to stop himself as he tipped Geralt’s chin up and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. “You can’t become a virtuoso on the first try,” he said.

Geralt frowned but then hid his discomfort behind a playful look. “Are you saying my ass is a musical instrument-”

“Shush, you!” Jaskier giggled. “I’m trying to be serious, for once!” he chastised him.

Geralt snickered and hid his face back into Jaskier’s hand, softly kissing his wrist.

“Maybe you had one of the best orgasms of your life the first time you rubbed one out but we , regular human beings, had to work for it,” he paused for more dramatic flair. “L ong and hard and again and again …” he wiggled his eyebrows and Geralt snorted. “We learn what feels good and what doesn’t. Just because you’re ol-” Geralt gave him a pointed look “ -der doesn’t mean you don’t need to get to know yourself.”

“Nice save,” Geralt deadpanned.

“I know, right? Almost seamless,” Jaskier smiled back, clearly full of shit, and went in for a kiss.

“Hmm,” Geralt sighed. “I think I’d rather-” he hesitated, “get on with it, you know.”

“Get on with it?” It was Jaskier’s turn to raise an unconvinced eyebrow.

“Yeah, just get it done.”

“My, what a romantic you are,” Jaskier snickered and Geralt rolled his eyes, trying to make amends by rubbing Jaskier’s skin with his thumb where his hand rested on his hip.

“You just said it, first times suck. I just gotta- get through it and then, well. Hopefully, we get to the good stuff.”

“G- get through it ? You know this isn’t CrossFit, right?”

Geralt snorted. “You know what I mean,” Geralt said, then bit his lip as he frowned, pressing his forehead against Jaskier’s. “You know I’m not-,” he waved his hand, “good at this.”

“Words?”

He puffed. “Yeah, words.”

“Yeah, I got that. I hear you.” Jaskier smoothly brushed a strand of hair back behind Geralt’s ear. “There’s something else I heard. ‘First times suck’ ? Well challenge accepted, my dear,” he said and Geralt laughed as he kissed him again.

Geralt let himself be slowly pushed down to the bed as they kissed, his hands moving up Jaskier’s back, feeling the muscles along the way. His hand reached the back of Jaskier’s neck, covering it for a moment before he buried his fingers into the man’s hair as they softly ground against each other.

Jaskier slid his hand between them, giving both of their cocks a pull before moving lower. “Raise your legs for me, darling?” he asked in low tones, sliding his hands under Geralt’s knees. He could feel Geralt slightly tensing up as he set his feet to the mattress. It didn’t feel like it had anything to do with the scar Jaskier had brushed with his fingertips.

“Shouldn’t I be on my hands and knees?” he asked in a breath while Jaskier’s hands found their way back to his chest.

“You could,” he kissed a spot on his jaw, caressing Geralt’s pectoral. “You don’t have to.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier?” his voice was fairly tight and Jaskier faintly wondered if it was any clue to the state of his ass- and then kept the thought very much to his stupid dick-jokes self.

“Nah, not necessarily,” he whispered, trying to make his hands into a calming, solid presence against Geralt’s skin, caressing his breasts, his ribs, his clavicles, lining his scars with the care they deserved. Whichever God carved this man’s body, Jaskier swore to worship them until the end of his days.

“It can be straining to hold that position. Also…” Jaskier raised himself to face Geralt, picking up the man’s hand as it slipped over his shoulder and kissed the root of each finger. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it,” he said. “We don’t have to do it today.” He weaved his fingers between Geralt’s and kissed their tips. “And we don’t have to do it ever.”

Geralt’s face became closed off as he took a slow breath in, bolting up the gates before Jaskier had a chance to read him. He raised to meet Jaskier, his hand finding the perfect place at the back of his neck, and kissed him earnestly.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said against his lips.

“Yeah?” Jaskier gasped. “Got you, loud and clear,” Jaskier whispered and leaned into another kiss.

He broke away from Geralt to reach his nightstand drawer, pulling out some lube and condoms. He grabbed a pillow, invited Geralt to raise his hips and slid it underneath.

“Now, where was I?” he said under his breath, settling between Geralt’s legs and rubbing their bodies against each other. Geralt moaned and wrapped a leg around Jaskier’s pelvis, grinding back eagerly.

Holding his thigh with one hand, Jaskier began kissing his neck, licking and biting the skin at his throat, intending to take care of every inch of Geralt’s body. He licked one of Geralt’s nipples, extracting a moan from Geralt when he sucked and scraped his teeth against the strong muscle of his tit. Feeling Geralt slowly relax under his hands, he headed lower, kissing the pale hairy line that led from his navel to his cock.

He squeezed Geralt’s cock gently, carefully caressing the tip with his thumb and watching the precome spread, shiny against the soft skin. He looked up at Geralt as he moved his hand steadily up and down, a spark of ecstasy jumping from his heart to his cock at the sight of Geralt, eyes closed, biting his lower lip. Every moment assured Jaskier that pleasuring this man was actually his entire life’s purpose.

Geralt hummed with pleasure as Jaskier wrapped his lips around his cock, already struggling not to buck his hips when Jaskier took more of him in his mouth.

Jaskier couldn’t help but hum around his dick as he took it in, playing with depth and rhythm like a true maestro, his fingers threading through the light grey curls of Geralt’s pubes. He then let go of Geralt’s cock with an obscene pop that made him laugh and licked up from the spot right above Geralt’s balls.

Geralt’s hips stirred in both pleasure and surprise.

Jaskier got his hands back on the lube as he kissed and licked the man’s balls, encouraged by the whines and groans that escaped Geralt’s throat. He warmed his lubed fingers against each other and caressed Geralt’s ass with what he wouldn’t deny was absolute adoration. “Can I touch you, darling?” he asked, his voice a bit rough.

Geralt breathed a “yeah” and sounded almost like he was begging but Jaskier gracefully didn’t comment on it. (He, however, definitely took note.) Instead, he slid a hand between Geralt’s cheeks and brushed a finger against his hole as his mouth drove back down Geralt’s beautifully thick cock.

Jaskier teased a little, trying out different pressures against the man’s hole before the song of Geralt’s moans left no room for doubt. He slid his forefinger in while his other hand caressed Geralt’s inner thigh and finally felt the heat of Geralt’s body wrapped around his finger. He pulled back slightly and pushed again, this time steadily driving his finger deeper, synching his hand with the movements of his neck.

Despite Geralt’s frequent struggles with words, his gasps and moans were graced with great clarity and proved sufficient to let Jaskier know he was right to keep going. As far as non-verbal cues go, he also quickly found delight in feeling the walls of Geralt’s ass tightening around him and the taste of more precome coating his tongue.

“ Ah , your mouth,” Geralt moaned, reaching out and grasping onto Jaskier’s hair.

Jaskier closed his eyes and moaned, aching for better friction than the bit of sheet he could rub his cock against. Grabbing the lube with one hand, he couldn’t help but jerk himself a couple of times as Geralt’s hand kept pulling his hair with each bop of his head.

Pointedly slowing down and looking up, he waited for Geralt’s attention to focus on him. He made a point of keeping their eyes locked as he shamelessly pulled up and let go of his cock. “D’you want another finger, honey?” he asked, perfectly aware of how depraved he had to look with his hair astray and his lips as probably as crimson as the tip of Geralt’s cock.

Geralt pulled him closer and met him with a crushing kiss as he nodded and moaned against Jaskier’s brow. “Hm- wait,” he breathed, holding Jaskier back as he started to let go, “I haven’t touched you at all,” he complained, his hands cupping Jaskier’s ass in a kind but firm grasp.

“Ah- It’s alright, love,” Jaskier said. “We’ve got time for that,” he smiled against Geralt’s lips but before he could leave again, Geralt grabbed his hand.

“I want you to feel as good as I do,” he breathed.

“Oh, trust me, darling, I’m feeling fantastic,” Jaskier grinned. They kissed one more time before Geralt let go of him and Jaskier drove his attention back to his lover’s lower body.

Geralt sighed as he settled his head back against his pillow, muttering something about how Jaskier was going to kill him.

Jaskier brought one hand at the base of Geralt’s cock, put his mouth back to work and fingered him a little while longer before adding another slick finger. Geralt whined and Jaskier reached out for his hand, threading their fingers together, hoping Geralt would know it was his way of checking in before Geralt sighed “ Yeah, s’good ,” in a tone that sounded pretty far gone.

He fucked Geralt with his fingers a few tentative times and curled them softly on the way out. In case he had any doubt his fingers were brushing against the right spot, Geralt’s hips jerked, driving his cock further down Jaskier’s throat.

“Ah, fuck ,” Geralt moaned. “Fuck, sorry,” slipped from his lips as if he was holding back so many more words.

Jaskier squeezed his hand in reassurance and kept sucking on Geralt’s dick until he could feel him tremble. He rubbed against Geralt’s prostate, drinking in every noise leaving the man’s lips, every movement revealing his pleasure.

“Ah, Jask,” Geralt moaned again, clutching to Jaskier’s hand like nothing would ever be able to make him let go. “Jas- Jaskier, ah , Jask, wait, I’m gonna-”

His hips buckled and his back raised from the mattress as he came, mouth open, gasping. He moaned and groaned as Jaskier kept fucking him onto his fingers until he was done spilling.

Jaskier slid his fingers out of Geralt’s ass, unable not to pull on his own cock even as he wiped off his mouth and tried to catch his breath, resting his forehead against the soft flesh of Geralt’s hip.

“Fuck,” Geralt whispered as he stretched, the last tingles of pleasure leaving his body. He brought his hands to his face, covering his blush and groaned “ fuck ” in a wholly different tone.

“Hey,” Jaskier gasped, slowing down the movements of his wrist and bringing his other hand to touch Geralt’s arm. “Hey, you alright?”

“Hmm,” he groaned from under his hands.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he asked and Geralt huffed.

“I just came like a teenager, darling ,” Geralt mumbled, the edge of his sarcasm largely smoothed out by post-coital bliss.

Jaskier chuckled. “No, you didn’t. You held up really well,” he said, caressing Geralt’s forearm. “My charms were simply too mighty for you to keep it in any longer,” he whispered, and kissed his other wrist and hand, hoping Geralt would emerge from his hiding place.

Geralt groaned again, unconvinced, but let his hand slip away when Jaskier kissed his knuckles, allowing the other man to paint his cheek with the sweet brush of his lips.

“I wanted you,” Geralt whispered, in a weak, almost plaintive way.

“I’m still right here, love,” Jaskier whispered back. “You still have me,” he said at the corner of Geralt’s lips, pressing his mouth softly against his. He found Geralt pressing back with the same tenderness then savouring the taste his own come on Jaskier’s tongue.

They stayed like this for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s arms, slowly kissing and holding each other.

“Do you need me?” Geralt asked after Jaskier buckled against his hips involuntarily.

“If your schedule allows it,” Jaskier joked, hiding his face in his neck and humming as he rubbed himself against Geralt.

“What do you want?” Geralt asked, caressing the length of Jaskier’s back, pressing his fingers along the muscles, waking up every fibre of Jaskier’s body.

“This,” Jaskier murmured, “This is perfect.”

He rubbed himself slowly against Geralt as the man covered him in caresses, the callousness of Geralt’s hands contrasting with the softness of his gestures. He ground against Geralt’s hip lazily, welcoming the pressure of Geralt’s hands on his ass, feeling the imprint of each finger into his flesh. His cock was still smeared with lube and the mess he’d spit onto Geralt’s pelvis made for a dirty, wonderful help.

“You look so good like this,” Geralt whispered, kissing a spot under his ear. “You feel so good against me,” he said softly, his tenderness almost making Jaskier come on the spot.

“ Ah , please, touch me,” he begged and Geralt reached for his cock like a servant knight, enthusiastically escorting him to rapture as Jaskier fucked into his hand again and again and again , his shout resonating through the bedroom as he came.

Geralt held him as Jaskier made his way back down, their bodies sweaty and well spent, comfortably intertwined.

After a while during which Jaskier’s mind drifted and fluttered between sleep and consciousness, he adjusted his body to kiss the side of Geralt’s jaw.

“Care to be introduced to my shower?” he asked sleepily.

“Hmm. Good call,” Geralt nodded, and pressed a kiss against his temple.

-

When Geralt walked out of the shower, freshly cleaned up and smelling like Jaskier’s lemon soap, his clothes were neatly arranged on the bed. He got dressed and followed the sound of Jaskier’s humming, finding him in the kitchen frowning at some delivery menus. He was biting his lip, seeming pretty conflicted and Geralt surprised himself thinking: shit, he’s cute.

He kept expecting to have a change of heart any minute now. It was, after all, bound to happen, the next logical step, the most probable outcome: one morning he would wake up and realise that surely this had all been fun but he wasn’t into it anymore. He just had gotten a bit confused and wasn’t actually feeling so much for this man- or any other man, or any other person for that matter.

After splitting up with Yen, he thought he’d never grow fond of someone enough to want anything (at least anything more than sex, but even sex was quite low on his list of priorities). With Jaskier, though- it was like every other day, Geralt would find another thing he’d like to share with the handsome man who had run into him and insisted on sticking around.

“Hey,” Jaskier said, noticing him in the doorway. “So I was thinking, either Casa Lauretta or Athumani’s Kitchen , what do you think? And before you say anything- I know , take out again, but I can’t both try to seduce you and subject you to my cooking.”

Geralt snorted. “You’ve had me in your bed already. Twice. ” he said, raising a playful eyebrow. “At what point will you consider me successfully seduced?”

“Uh, I don’t know, some time between the third dog and the second honeymoon, I guess?” Jaskier pretended to ponder.

Geralt blinked at him and his smile froze on his face. He often struggled with words to begin with but Jaskier mastered the art of leaving him speechless. Banter was his realm. Jaskier knew the terrain by heart and he revelled in it. He was light on his feet and quick on his toes. Every time Geralt tried to play his game and stepped towards Jaskier, the distance separating them seemed to grow.

He felt like a novice trying to catch up with a man who had hiked the trail his whole life, knew its twists and turns by heart. No matter how much he tried to relax and enjoy the sights by Jaskier’s side, he still felt the man would always be ahead of him. Like he would never be able to catch up and stay stuck in the land of the new and uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat. “What’s in these cupboards of yours?“ he asked, brushing past Jaskier to open a few of them. At first, the answer seemed to be both everything and not much at all . But after initial confusion, he realised Jaskier might actually have a system.

Items weren’t sorted by kind but rather by what goes well together: canned mushrooms next to rice, coconut milk next to curry powder, sliced bread between jam and mustard. He wasn’t sure why "365 Lesser-known Eastern Medieval Poems” was stacked with cereals, or why Jaskier’s watch was in a bowl, but he could find out with time.

Something tickled the back of his neck and he realised Jaskier was playing with his hair, a bit of a smitten look on his face. As Geralt looked at him, Jaskier froze and blushed.

“Sorry,” he said, retreating his hand. “I love your hair,” he said sheepishly.

“I lost my hairband somewhere,” Geralt said, looking around.

“It looks good like this too,” Jaskier said. “Pretty sure it looks good all the time,” he smiled and brushed an escapee strand of hair back behind Geralt’s ear.

And here it was: another immensely confusing thing about Jaskier. The man radiated self-confidence 99% of the time. He could bathe in the attention of a crowd, flirt shamelessly with a complete stranger and whisper the filthiest words, dirtiest things- he could fantasize out loud about getting married to a man he’d only known for a few weeks. Yet there was also a shyness about the smallest of things, a vulnerability . It made Geralt want to pick him up and take him to safety- and he was perfectly aware of how ridiculous that sounded. But it felt like maybe, Jaskier’s hidden, more reserved side was a path where they could meet halfway.

He leaned towards him and kissed the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. “Thank you,” he said.

Jaskier smiled and his whole face illuminated. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good,” Geralt nodded, taking his attention back to the cupboard. And so here he was again, taking a step back on what had started to feel like a comfortable route and stiffly navigating in between the metaphorical potholes on the road leading to Jaskier. As it turned out, talking about how his ass felt after getting fingered was not Geralt’s forte either. But Jaskier - in a moment of extreme humility - had described himself as a master of words and rhythm and that’s exactly what he was. He could use any word, touch upon any topic, express any emotion. Jaskier had a whole planisphere at his disposal, a means to take any road; Geralt had shitty directions and a compass that only told North once in a blue moon.

“No pain?”

“No,” he answered, closed the cupboard and exited Jaskier’s personal space to grab the menus. “Maybe delivery’s better, you’re right,” he said.

“Hmm,” Jaskier answered. “You do that a lot,” he pointed out.

Geralt gave him a look above his shoulder. “What?”

“Changing topics. Avoiding conversations,” Jaskier explained lightly. His tone was not judgemental. He was merely making an observation.

And so, “I’m not,” Geralt lied. He only realised he had lied the second he heard himself. Fuck . “I didn’t realise there was more to say.” Less of a lie. Not quite a half-truth.

Jaskier sighed softly and settled next to Geralt, pressing his forearms against the kitchen counter. "Margherita, then?” he asked. Geralt could see the tight shape of his lips and the square angle of his shoulders. Jaskier had obviously seen right through him but was dropping the subject for his sake.

“You’re disappointed,” he said and Jaskier’s head shot back up to look at him.

“With the pizza options?” Jaskier joked weakly.

“With,” he hesitated. “Me.”

“No-” Jaskier argued right away, raising his hand to cut him off. But Geralt knew how it was, what people expected, not unfairly, versus how little he could offer.

“It’s fine,” Geralt said. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I-,” he paused to weigh his words carefully, eyes focused on the menus. "I’m not very good at-” he hesitated then snorted under Jaskier’s confused look. “ Opening up ?” he said, raising an eyebrow in Jaskier’s direction.

Jaskier laughed and reached out to rest his hand over Geralt’s. “Well, we’ve talked about this,” he said, with a shine in his eyes. “Practice makes better.” Geralt hummed, looking at Jaskier’s hand over his. To his surprise, Jaskier retracted his hand somewhat suddenly and he missed the weight of it right away. “And it’s not like we know each other that well, as you said,” he shrugged, at the edge of Geralt’s field of vision.

“I am ok,” he said, answering Jaskier’s previous question more honestly. “Bit weird but ok.” His brain then caught up with Jaskier’s words a moment too late; as you said ?

"Okay,” Jaskier said, offering a shy smile. “I- it’s okay if it doesn’t come naturally to you. I just- well, I’d just like you to be more comfortable with me. But we’ll get there, right?”

Geralt swallowed, closing and opening the hand that was resting on the counter to get rid of a slight tremor. Saying yes would have been another lie. He couldn’t make that promise. He had tried before, thought that maybe if he forced himself to be enough then things would work out eventually- but they hadn’t.

And so it would have been easy to say no , to back off entirely. He could tell Jaskier he wasn’t interested in building something, just wanted an easy fuck, to experiment a bit, and had simply gotten lucky enough to find a guy who wasn’t repelled by his shitty personality and off-putting scars. It would have been so easy- to tell Jaskier, “I don’t know what you thought you were getting out of this, but you won’t get me .” It was complete and absolute bullshit, a sad pack of lies, but it would be so much easier. He could get back to his life, his job, his kid and the handful of friends he still had, and never think about blue eyes or milkshakes again.

If only the thought didn’t make him nauseous.

Fuck, he wanted this.

“This isn’t casual for you, is it?” he asked, voice tight, and Jaskier startled, almost taking a step back. His face made an odd succession of expressions and he opened his mouth a couple of times before closing it again.

“I- I can be casual. I can be very casual. That’s not a problem, that’s not a- but I-,” he sighed and brushed his hand through his hair nervously. “Fuck, you really don’t fuck around, do you?” Geralt tried to come up with something to say but Jaskier shook his head, his voice way calmer now even if a bit wavering. “No. No, I don’t think I want to be casual with you. And- And you- you don’t w-”

“Me neither,” Geralt cut in before panic took over Jaskier.

The man’s eyes grew a little wider. “You neither?” he asked, and fuck if that wasn’t the most obvious display of naked hope Geralt had ever seen on anybody’s face.

Geralt shook his head and Jaskier seemingly had to fight a full-body shiver.

Jaskier walked the two steps separating them and kissed Geralt with his entire soul. When he pulled back, Geralt leaned into him again for another taste of his tongue. He brought a hand to Jaskier’s cheek and kissed him with feeling. When they parted, he kept his eyes closed, pressing his forehead to Jaskier’s, the tip of his fingers grazing the short hair behind his ear.

“I’m not used to wanting…” Geralt said. “Sex is good. But usually I don’t- I don’t want more. With you, I- I don’t want to ru- to leave . And it’s…”

“Weird, isn’t it?” Jaskier offered, his voice tight but tone playful. The shy smile on his lips was a delicious cherry on top, making the teasing even softer. (Little did Jaskier know that a cherry was the only thing in Geralt’s opinion that could ever improve a creamy vanilla milkshake.)

“Yeah, it’s weird,” Geralt huffed. Jaskier kissed him, and after working through so many words, Geralt ran out of things to say. “So, yeah. Margherita’s good,” he whispered, and it was his turn to make Jaskier laugh. The man cleared his throat and sighed like a weight had been taken off his chest.

“I can’t believe you said all that before even knowing Lauretta delivers vanilla milkshakes,” he said and Geralt poked him in the ribs until they half-wrestled, laughing, Jaskier’s back hitting the fridge- and they were kissing again.

-

They talked over dinner for a while. Jaskier came up with questions for Geralt to answer, helping him ease into a casual conversation. They teased and flirted and laughed, and soon ended up in bed again, tasting each other’s skin and leaning into each other’s curves.

“Full disclosure?” Jaskier whispered against Geralt’s mouth as he was straddling him. “I really fucking love those tits of yours,” he said, cupping Geralt’s chest with his two hands. Geralt scoffed in between two kisses.

“They’re called pecs,” he said, enjoying the way Jaskier’s hands were basically venerating his chest.

“Nuh-uh,” Jaskier replied, “I, good sir, am an artist, not an anatomist, and these are definitely some of the most magnificent boobies I have ever had the chance to see, touch and lick,” he said, brushing a nipple with his thumb while kissing Geralt’s jaw.

Geralt snorted and kept caressing Jaskier’s incredibly precious ass.

Jaskier sighed with contentment. “So, tell me your secret,” he mumbled against Geralt’s skin, finding a tendon in Geralt’s neck and following it with his lips, tongue and teeth. “How does a corporate lawyer get as buff as you?”

Geralt’s laugh was more of a scoff as he felt the more-or-less accidental brush of Jaskier’s cock against his.

“You’re one to talk,” he groaned, getting his hand into Jaskier’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Have you seen yourself, Professor?”

Jaskier suddenly pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks pink. “I- well- I mean I’m nothing close to- Your body is,” he huffed, seemingly at loss for words which was a very odd thing coming from Jaskier.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, bringing his hand to the small of the man’s back, and squinted. “You know you’re hot, right?” he asked seriously and witnessed Jaskier dissolve into a fit of giggles, ducking his head and blushing even harder.

“I’m- nah, I’m not-”

“ Jaskier ,” Geralt repeated with intent.

“I mean, I’m fine but I’m not- you’re like a, a- an underwear supermodel.”

Geralt snorted. “Right, they do love bodies covered with scar tissue in underwear magazines,” he said self-deprecatingly, making Jaskier frown.

“Don’t do that. You’re beautiful,” he chastised.

“If you say so-” Geralt shrugged.

“I do say so. Les Dessous de Beauclair can go fuck itself,” Jaskier replied and Geralt snorted again.

“Point still stands,” Geralt said. “You’re hot.”

Jaskier looked away again, biting his lower lip. “Wh-,” he started and then closed his mouth right away.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head.

“Jaskier? I’m the one who isn’t much of a talker. There can’t be two of us,” he said, and Jaskier laughed, then hid his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, wrapping his arms around Geralt’s shoulders.

“What do you like about me?” he asked, his voice so small Geralt barely heard him. He let a moment pass, wondering where to start and how. He slid a hand at the back of Jaskier’s neck, caressing the short strands of hair.

“This,” he said. “Your hair right here. It’s short but long enough that I can grab it,” he felt Jaskier smile against his neck.

” Kinky ,“ Jaskier whispered.

“And I like your eyes,” Geralt said, too focused on picking the right words to get sidetracked. “At the bar, I-” he hesitated, pacing himself. “I noticed your eyes first,” he said and swallowed.

Jaskier hugged him tighter. “I love your eyes too,” he mumbled into Geralt’s hair. "They’re incredible.”

Geralt managed to duck his head and press a soft kiss below Jaskier’s ear. “Your cheekbones,” he said, his mouth finding the sweet spot at the base of Jaskier’s neck. “Your shoulders,” he whispered, kissing Jaskier’s clavicle, loosening their embrace to keep going lower. “Your collarbones,” he nipped his teeth at the bone above Jaskier’s chest, “they’re really, really hot,” he said and Jaskier giggled, still hiding his face by pressing his forehead against Geralt’s temple.

Geralt brought his hands up Jaskier’s back and felt him shiver, Jaskier’s hips startling gently against his, bringing a soft moan from the both of them. “Your back,” he said, “I really love your back- and your ass, gods ,” he linked his hands behind Jaskier’s neck and rolled his hips, their moans echoing through the room. “ Ah , and those fucking arms of yours,” Geralt whispered. “Have you seen those arms?” he repeated, still softly rubbing their cocks together with slow movements of his hips and caressing Jaskier’s arm. “I’m sure you could lift me up with those arms,” he said and Jaskier groaned. “Would you like that?” he asked. “Would you- would you like to hold me up and fuck me?”

“Oh, fuck,” Jaskier moaned, his face pressed against Geralt’s cheek. “Fuck, fuck, yes, yes please, yes,” he begged, and Geralt grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and pulled just enough for Jaskier to whine with pleasure as they both rushed in an almost bruising kiss.

Jaskier had a hard time pulling away from Geralt, but finally managed to turn towards the bedside table to retrieve lube and condoms.

Geralt flushed himself against his back, tearing a moan from Jaskier as his hand directly went for Jaskier’s cock and Geralt’s dick rubbed against his ass.

“Oh fuck, yeah- yeah , we gotta do this some time too, darling,” he panted and Geralt groaned, grinding against him.

“You would like that?” he breathed, his voice low and coated with desire.

“Gods, I’d fuck you anyway you want, darling-” he moaned, “-but fffuck , if you keep going, there isn’t going to be much left of me.”

Geralt chuckled against him. He pulled back, freeing Jaskier from his embrace and sitting back against the wall.

Jaskier kneeled in between his legs and tore the package open, sliding the condom on his cock, realising after raising his eyes that he was under Geralt’s scrutiny.

“You okay?” he asked at the exact moment Geralt breathed “Come here.”

Somehow they crashed into each other, and yet fit each other’s shapes perfectly.

Geralt raised on his knees, thighs parted, Jaskier’s hands moving from his cock to his balls, making his hips jerk and his teeth close on Jaskier’s lower lip as he moaned. Jaskier slid his fingers further, caressing the sweet spot of Geralt’s perineum, making Geralt break the kiss as he gasped.

“Fuck, please, Jask-”

“I’ve got you,” Jaskier murmured, kissing him again and coating his fingers with lube.

Geralt tried his hardest not to jerk himself off here and now, attempting to focus on rubbing Jaskier’s cock while his other arm rested around the man’s neck.

Jaskier teased the rim of his asshole and got a quick return on his investment as Geralt pulled a little harder on his dick, tearing a moan from his lips. He chuckled a bit breathlessly and slid a finger inside Geralt easily. It didn’t take long at all before a second finger joined the first.

“You okay, darling?” Jaskier breathed and Geralt nodded against his cheek.

For a while, they stayed like this, settled against each other, Jaskier slowly fingering him until Geralt couldn’t stop clenching around his fingers and asking for more.

When three fingers curved into him and caressed his prostate, Geralt thought he was going to come undone. “Fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck, Jaskier-,”

“Good?” Jaskier asked a bit worriedly.

“Fuck, yes , good,” Geralt bit in a tone that was halfway between “how the fuck could it be anything but good” and “don’t you fucking dare stop” , making Jaskier laugh again.

“Okay, darling- still love the enthusiasm,” Jaskier said while Geralt whined and begged until finally, fucking finally, Jaskier agreed he was ready. Jaskier slid between his thighs, his strong, well-built arms around Geralt’s middle and Geralt realised it was probably the first time he had been held like this in his entire life.

“Touch yourself for me?” Jaskier asked, his mouth against Geralt’s before Geralt shook his head.

“Can’t- gonna come if I do,” he breathed and Jaskier kissed him again.

“Please?” he asked. “I want to make sure it feels good,” he whispered, holding onto Geralt’s middle tighter.

Geralt complied and before long Jaskier’s hips were rising to meet his body. He felt the tip of Jaskier’s cock slide between his buttcheeks and touch the soft of his ass and he startled, pulling away and pressing back against Jaskier just as fast.

“Fuck,” he swore as Jaskier whined. “Please, Jask,” he moaned as the hand on his cock started shaking. He then felt the tip of Jaskier’s cock against him again, and the steady push of Jaskier’s hips as the head of Jaskier’s cock entered him. He whined as Jaskier pushed further and lowered himself as slow as he could with the lone strength of his thighs and Jaskier’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Ok?” Jaskier asked breathlessly. A gasp was all Geralt managed. His thoughts were an endless thread of fuck fuck fuck he couldn’t sort out in any order. “Yea- ah,” he broke, “ fuck ,”

“Is it too much?” Jaskier asked, “I can- I can stop, do you need me to stop?”

“ Don’t ,” Geralt moaned, clenching every single muscle in his body to keep Jaskier against him and eliciting a cry from Jaskier. His arms were around Jaskier’s shoulders, his forehead against the man’s temple. Geralt was holding onto him with everything he got.

“I just-” he tried to take a slow long breath thinking about everything he had learned through meditation and managed one ragged breath. “You’re a lot,” he managed in a sigh, clenching around Jaskier despite how much he tried to relax.

Jaskier’s breath caught in his throat half-way between pleasure and laughter. ���I get that all the time,” he said cheekily.

“Don’t- don’t make me laugh,” he said, chuckling breathlessly, and Jaskier joined him, both trying to breathe through the involuntary clenching of Geralt’s inner muscles and the accidental movements of Jaskier’s hips.

They laughed into each other’s mouths as they kissed, mouth open, tongues licking each other’s lips, teeth biting softly, teasingly. When they were both ready, Jaskier pulled himself down as he helped Geralt raise on his knees and they met again, moaning and groaning.

“You ok?” Jaskier whispered again and by then, Geralt had no fucking idea. He had never felt so tense and relaxed at once, uncomfortable but so fucking fantastic. His nerves and his ass were on absolute fire but it was good, it was good, it was so, so-

“So good,” he growled, aware that every part of his body was probably shaking in Jaskier’s arms. “ Ah , don’t stop,” he moaned, and Jaskier, incredible, astonishing, wonderful Jaskier did not stop .

Their hips moved in sync, feeding Geralt with the kind of friction he had never imagined could feel so good.

He let himself relax entirely into Jaskier’s embrace, sliding against the whole length of Jaskier’s body, pressing torso against torso, his forehead against Jaskier’s sweaty fringe, their noises brushing, their mouths breathing the same air.

“Ye-ah?” Jaskier moaned. “You like it? You really- ah , fuck- you- ah , you feel so good, does it feel good, tell me-” he rambled, far, so far from actually needing the reassurance.

Geralt groaned. “ Yes ,” he whined, “I like it, I like it, I like you , please,” and Jaskier whined and then did something- Geralt didn’t know, something, somehow, maybe went harder or faster or different, but he pulled and pushed and Geralt lost his fucking mind. He did it again and again, kissing Geralt, licking his neck, biting on his earlobe, caressing his nipples, bruising his hips in his grasp, pulling on his cock, whispering into his ear and making him whine and moan and shout until Geralt begged to be undone.

“I’ve got you, love,” Jaskier said, “I’ve got you.” Jaskier pulled harder on his hips in a half-broken groan, making Geralt slip towards him a little more.

Geralt arched his back, moaning in delight from the new angle. His neck was left exposed for Jaskier to kiss and lick, and breathe against Geralt’s skin. Every cell in Geralt’s body was burning and electric, and boiling. Everything felt so good and so much and so Jaskier , so he begged, begged again, and again for Jaskier to hold him and kiss him and fill him as he came, and so he did. He came, held, and kissed, and filled, and perfect, and Jaskier came, too, gasping into his mouth as they fell into each other.

For a moment, there was no other sound apart from the unsteady breathing and an occasional moan from the two of them as they slowly, comfortably, came back down to earth. Jaskier moved first, turning his head to kiss Geralt’s cheek, pushing his long white hair away from his face, and Geralt turned his head lazily towards him, leaning into a kiss.

“You ok?” Jaskier whispered, probably for the hundredth time and Geralt, for the thousandth time, hummed and nodded. Soon they would detach from each other, groaning from the discomfort of their sensible muscles, their come-dirtied bellies and lube-stained sheets anything but glamorous.

But for the time being, they laid their heads against each other’s shoulders, eyes closed, content with the feeling of holding and being held.

“Hey,” Jaskier whispered.

Geralt hummed questioningly.

“Stay for breakfast?” Jaskier asked. He missed the soft smile that drew on Geralt’s lips.

“Hmm.”

[foryouthegays]

techno liveblog w timestamps lets go for ‘a new home (dream SMP)’ stream

good laugh times: 00:13:50, 00:14:55, 1:38:45, ik it doesnt look like a lot but like u should watch the stream anyway bc philzas there and his laugh is amazing and they just go so well together

times techno calls phil his friend: 00:6:00 00:37:00, 00:45:17, 0:1:09:30, 01:11:15, 01:26:35, 01:50:05, 2:35:00

FSDJKFAF;LS HE KEPT THE MUTED INTRO IN JHKADFLS (ends at 00:1:25)

i like how, when faced with Leaving Youtube, techno would choose to be an author. i want a book by techno. reblog this if u want a book by techno (with an audiobook by him as well) /hj. 00:1:33

i love how he says ehhhhhh so much lskjhdfas (abt 2 mins in) 

who the FUCK just remembers that the word fortuitous exists wtf 00:5:17

00:7:45 PHILZA TIME PHILZA TIME LETS GO

00:8:55 tommy time :/

0:14:10 rANBOO JUST WALKS IN, LOOKS AROUN ,AND LEA VE SIM CRYING 

i love how much philza laughs at technos jokes bc pretty much everything he says IS a joke he just says it in such a serious voice that p much everyone else is like,,,yeah,,,,yup,,,,and phil just knows when hes joking and his laugh is so good with technos voice. sbi? whos that? i only know philza and technoblade

00:19:30 ghostbur joins! this is my first time hearin ghostbur btw

00:19:40 haha string axe technos so bad at crafting what a fool /j

00:21:07 ghostbur: “Even I remember how to make a fishing rod!” ghostbur u just MURDERED technoblade oh my god im gonna scream hgjdfksla i love ghostbur so much

00:23:55: GHOSTBUR NO!! DON’T DIE YOU’LL BECOME A DOUBLE GHOST!!!! -technoblade 2020

00:24:55 technoblade neva lies -guys he almost did the technoblade neva dies ahh!!!!!

i havent heard anyone talk about this but techno has a dedicated roleplay voice. like listen to him talk to tommy at 00:25:08. his voice gets more even, he uses names a lot more often (seriously, listen to his theseus speech. he says tommy so often, its incredible.), and his voice gets,,,,deeper? not deeper but smoother, in a way, and he repeats what he says for emphasis instead of humor. and his voice is louder, and he seems more assertive. 

00:27:30 philza: where we goin, by the way? techno: to our- to my new home. 

techno cmon let phil live w u wed get so much more content cmonn

00:28:50 the fact that he calls the manhunt theme “dream music” makes me laugh so hard. and then his version of it,,,,,m love he (also he sings it here and at  01:14:20)

00:35:10 why is ranboo so cryptic im-

why does he just casually know the word sentry wh at i hate him 00:39:45

this is the worst sentence (structurally) ive ever heard techno say im gonna cry 00:49:33 ‘im too busy thinkin of new ideas to sleep so i could actually execute them’ and tubbos *oh?* after is just hdsfgkjlka

LKSJDHFJK 00:51:49

00:54:30

techno: thats one of dreams powers, he can just stop the rain

tubbo, quietly: like jesus!

i love them sm dsfhkjla they kept going but i jus gdfhjksa jesus has op

techno @ being the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans: haha funnie!!

techno @ having fun w religious stuff: i wILL BE CANCELLED NO-

00:58:10 “hey if ur [ghostbur]  a ghost, do instant damage potions heal you now?” “...no,, they hurt me still :(” DSIULZKJHFSLKFJH 

01:04:00 his brother named the cow bob im- aww 

also he has a fanart wall again!!!

01:09:30 “phil, you’re the only friend i have left in this world.” aWWWWW HE GAVE HIM THE COMPASS 

“dont smoke, it’s a joke” -technoblade 01:14:15

ROLEPLAY SPEECH VOICE IS BACK AT 1:16:10 “they pillage my base for everything i’m worth, they use me for the revolution, but oooOOOoo i took a pickaxe with his consent? oOOOooOo i’m a thief!”

holy shit 01:17:15 “you know what, phil? for you, the world, alright? it’s fine.” oH MY GOD HHHHGHG (context, right before they were arguing bc phil took some blocks from his base and techno thought that when he said phil could take anything he meant from the chests)

the COMIDY of that villager coming in and sleeping while techno was readin donos at 01:22:05 RIGHT AFTER phil freaked out abt inturruptin his dono readin im SFDHKJLA:

techno talkin bout the winstreak and how he wont be able to live up to that sort of playin at 01:22:30ish is super important and ill transcribe it tomorrow, but if u can id highly rec watchin it. 

01:24:20 “[readin dono] what’s your favorite movie? uh, the princess bride is pretty good” techno ily that movie rocks also he said it so fast like hes ashamed of it noo

techno says no to canon ranboo son btw! 01:25:30

01:25:55 “i wasnt in that story, therefore it doesnt matter” all of technoblr be like 

01:37:49 is great lemmie transcribe

“how have you still not gotten a second monitor?? holy shit.”

“let me tell you something. and im only telling you this because i know that so many people in the chat are gonna be furious. so i recently realized- i think the second monitor can just be any ol’ monitor, right? you literally just plug it in, and its set up? well i mean you have to turn on some settings, but like, thats it, or something?”

“yeah,,,,, uh techno you fuckin destroyed my chat, by the way, oh my god, [earlier techno told his viewers to twitch prime philza] there has been like 40 primes just flying through”

“yeahhh twitch prime!!! twitch prime philza yeahh!!! so anyways the other day, i like, i looked to my left, and realized that my old monitor has been like, five feet away from where i sit and stream for the last three years?”

“oh my god...”

“so i- i literally do not have to leave my room to set up a second monitor and i havent. and i’m still usin my laptop for this stream.

“is this gonna be one of those situations where you like, you have a thing, you just refuse to do the thing?”

“listen, my desk is-

“yOU STILL HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE!!!”

“AHHHH I HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE! I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY MCC COIN! DUDE I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY ONE MILLION SUBSCRIBER PLAQUE! ITS STILL THERE RIGHT BEHIND ME! ITs sTILL IN THE BOX! i never made a video on it....”

“bruhhhhh [philza laughs] thats FREE VIEWS what are you doing??”

“ill open it at 8 mil :/.”

“you could LITERALLY make a video of you just like, throwing it off a wall, and then thumbing up, like doing a thumbs up, and then that would be it. 10 seconds. ten seconds. thumb and elbow in shot. [laughs]”

techno is such a disaster i love him

01:34:18 the way techno says “tommy, that statement has NEVER been true” i dont like sayin i simp for block men but GOD sometimes his voice is nicer than usual hhhgn

“man i sure wish tommyinnit was in this stream” -nobody ever (just after previous timestamp)

01:40:15 is fuckin hilarious and im actually crying oh my god techno just says things and says them well with a completely straight face how does he do it

i cannot WAIT until theres a president w the last/first name andy so we can say president andy and think abt technoblade

IM CRIASDNGUSFHD 01:44:38 PHILZA LOOK OUT LOOK OUT PHILZA  LSKJDAFJASD;LKF

i love when techno talks abt his vids. like u can tell he puts a lot of thought into the vids (esp these ones) and like at 01:47:00 he talks abt the “I DIDNT PUT DEAPTH STRIDER ON THOSE BOOTS, FUNDY!” and how its just that creepin realization that you were doomed from the start and how he made the armor, he isnt intimidated by the netherite bc he didnt enchant it all the way and only he knows that,,, and i just,,,hgg he

he reveals that hes writin the next arc at 01:48:00: “oh, speakin of arcs, chat, i’m writing the next arc. so, you know. hope nothin bad happens in two weeks, chat!” IM SO EXCITED like he clearly has his character fleshed out and is SO good at writing and retellin history im so so excited to see where he takes it AHHHH and also taht means he might stream more bc he might make his character more important (keep in mind this is the guy who wrote self insert hypixel fanfics. he has no shame in puttin himself first and i respect him so much for it) 

01:51:20 “they’re tryin to get a second customer but they’re riskin their first” is lowkey a good line

has anyone else noticed that techno says wise a lot? like at 01:55:10 he literally says “wise dragon armor” as a joke but like i think he says wise so much BECAUSE of skyblock like hjkfdsla

01:57:30 techno plea se eat 

ok 1:58:45 is hilarious and all but at the end of his ramble he says “come back, i miss you” and lowkey im crying 

techno needs to stop knowing his audience more than we know ourselves im hsfkjda 02:05:25 “the chat’s spammin ‘eat technoblade, eat!’ like they’re not gonna start, like, theyre not gonna get super sad if i ended the stream right now, like theyre not gonna all cry ‘i miss technoblade *sniffs* why- whyd he leave to eat food, why did he listen to our advice noooo’”

02:14:50 NEW VIDEO POGGGG CARL THE HORSE POGGGGGG  NOT A STREAM HIGHLIGHT POGGGGG

02:17:40 “i could start a potato farm out here to show how much ive changed” techno last time u made a potato farm u started an entire war that lasted a year that does NOT say calm and retired to me lskgdfjagsldj

02:23:00 why does techno just reference greek mythology so much. makin me scared for his arc. 

also he talks abt smp earth a lot in this stream i love it so much

i also just. love?? how much sbi respect tommy like they bully him but when talkin bout him they just have so much respect for how much work he puts into youtube and i just,,,,hgnn they r friends 

02:33:13 sbi streamer house lets go cmon

02:34:15 “i think if i streamed every day i could keep up” on one hand YE S  but on the ohter oh god techno no we have to keep up tho

hearing techno say “violence isnt the answer” is so scary  02:35:40

02:37:30 technosneeze 

hiS BROTHER SENT HIM 46 DISCORD MESSAGES SFKDJLFLKASF 2:49:25 i love his end screen so much hes just sadness,,,,retirement,,,t,echnoblade,,,the government is going to fall on its own due to lack of organization and ideals,,,,,,subscribe,,,,,sadness,,,,,also 2:50:45 is making me laugh so hard its just sad music and technos like??? whys phil in my house drinking milk????? 

overall, fantastic stream, if ya want some chill techno philza content i highly recommend. 

[pcprminibigbang]

PCPR Mini Big Bang Fic Claiming Time!

Today’s the daaaaay!

Under the cut, you will find the summaries of the fanfics our Writers have been working on. They have been posted anonymously, labeled only by number.

Artists, go through the summaries carefully and figure out which ones you’d like to work on the most! Please pick three choices and then hop on over to your email to send your fic claiming email to pcprminibigbang@gmail.com! If you are confused as to how this process goes, please check your email inbox for emails Mod has sent concerning the full details on how to claim a fic.

For those not participating in this event, please feel free to read through the summaries as well to get a sneak peek of what our Writers have been working on!

Okay, that’s enough talking from Mod. Here are this event’s fics!!!

FIC #1 : CLAIMED!!!

He shuffles to the door, reaching for his gun just in case before he pulls it open, startling the short man who was waiting on the other side.

"Goddammit, Burger!" Vang0 hisses, leaning a little closer, eyes darting to the sides. "Can I come in?" He asks bluntly, as if they had been talking just a couple minutes ago and this wasn't their first chat in about a week. We're not that codependent.

"Wh- why are you out this late? And with a bag?" He frowns when he sees the uncharacteristic plain green duffle bag hanging from Vang0's shoulder, completely contrasting with the man's clothes, even if this time he went for more subdued colors.

"Let me in and I'll tell you," the blonde retorts as he puts a foot in the corner, ready to push himself inside as soon as Burger gives him room for it.

And Burger can't say no, has never been able to say no to Vang0, so he just rolls to the side and lets Vang0 in before slamming the door closed again.

"Why are you here? Not that I don't appreciate ya visiting, just... it's late and yer carrying a bag," he points out, tilting his head a little. "Y’know you can talk to me, Vang0, right?"

"Y-yeah, that's why I'm here, I-" he pauses, taking a deep breath "I got in trouble, I hacked into something I shouldn't have and I need to lay low for a while"

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Vang0 Bang0 messed up, big time, he needs help to get off the radar for a while, and of course that his best friend Burger Chainz would help him, and a road trip seems to be the best way to make him drop from the face of earth until things have quieted down. But the empty roads bring nostalgia and an unearths feelings both of them thought deeply buried. They say that road trips change you, why should that be different in the cyberpunk future?

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Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz, getting together fic, Teen rating, no ao3 warnings needed, maybe some minor canon violence. It's a slightly introspective fic, more focused on how Burger realizes some stuff and how he deals with it.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC #2 : CLAIMED!!!

Turtleneck Heathen Today at 8:15 PM …… did u just ping me to ask if i wore heals

Badass Business Bitch Today at 8:16 PM *heels yes i did and do you?

Turtleneck Heathen Today at 8:17 PM not usually?? ill wear em if its like a big thing or w e i guess (Edited) i mean i havnet really had the oprotuntiy to wear em

Badass Business Bitch Today at 8:19 PM are you intentionally misspelling words to make yourself seem cooler to me?? Vang0 I watched you lick a stranger’s nose

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Vang0 doesn't remember his birthday. Or his age. Or his interests, his likes, his dislikes, the password to his CollegeBoard account.

(Well, one of those is less important than the others.)

That being said, Burger wants to throw him a birthday party. Dasha is interested, despite herself. A series of assumptions are made, some feelings are hurt, and some lessons are learned.

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Ships: Vang0/Dasha/Burger if you squint but pretty much a gen fic

Rating: Probably G, bordering maybe on T for swearing

Sensitive content: Canon-typical amnesia, a little bit of angst, some oblique canon-typical gun mentions, maybe a panic attack later in the fic- I haven't quite decided if that's gonna happen or not yet?

Other info: It's a pretty lighthearted fic focusing on the relationship between the three of them! No AU, pretty much just comedy and fun all the way through. I haven't ironed out all the details of what's going to happen yet, but that's gonna stay pretty consistent- there'll be some angstier/less funny bits here and there, of course, though.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC #3 : CLAIMED!!!

Vang0 chewed his lip, feeling uneasy.

“What’s up, friend? You’ve got a big ol’ frown on your face.”

Vang0 blushed. “I’m not- I’m just- thinking. I mean, Joltik usually travel with their mother Galvantula, and it’s unusual for them to be seen without one, so these ones might have been separated from their mother.”

Burger frowned. “Well, that ain’t good.”

Vang0 nodded. “And Galvantula can get very angry when separated from their young.”

Burger opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by someone yelling loudly.

“BURGER! Burger, where the fuck are you!?”

Vang0 watched as Burger spun around and started towards the basement door.

“Burger!? Are you down here? There’s a huge fucking-”

“No, don’t come down-”

Burger was cut off as the door flew open, and someone catapulted into the basement.

Vang0 stared, eyes wide.

“Burger,” he said, “why the hell is Dapper Dasha in your house?”

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Seven months ago, Vang0 woke up in a half-destroyed laboratory with no memories of his life before that. He's made something of a life for himself fixing people's technology, because he somehow knows how to do that really well.

And Burger Chainz is just another one of his clients. That is, until it turns out Burger's hiding ex-Pokemon Contest star Dapper Dasha in his house - who hasn't been seen in two years and just so happens to be Vang0's role model.

Vang0 definitely isn't freaking the fuck out. And he definitely isn't falling in love with Burger, either.

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Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz. A Pokémon AU where Burger owns a farm, Dasha is an ex-contest star in hiding, and Vang0 has no clue what's going on. Rating: Teen. Warnings: mentions of blood and violence, nothing explicit

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC #4 : CLAIMED!!!

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Vang0 Bang0 jumped in his seat as the van hit a bump in the road, speeding upon the old, graying highway. The trinkets they had collected over their various traveled crashed and banged, one almost hitting the window. The loud trinkets and music blaring from the car stereo didn’t phase Vang0. They weren’t sure where he was going, but it sure wasn’t home.

Vang0 wasn’t focused on the road, he was focused on something...else. It wasn’t the other cars; there weren’t any. Most people stayed in Night City, so the roads weren’t full a lot, he knew that. But this road doesn't have anything, anything that would ever prove that anyone had ever existed near here. Not even a bottle.

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After an eventful drive, Vang0 Bang0 finds themself on a beach with no discernable exits. No stairs, no ladders, not even a boat. Confused, Vang0 comes to terms with what he’s found in Night City, and what they’ve lost along the way. (Also they/he pronoun Vang0 rights)

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There are no ships in this fic. I am likely to rate it Teen and Up audiences, since while there is no explicit or intentionally upsetting content, it might get a little sad at times. I’m not 100% sure about the exact direction my fic is going to go, there might be a car crash (not to graphically described, Vang0 is not hurt very badly, since this is [spoilers] a dream or metaphor about Vang0 coming to terms with memory loss). And since it is a dream sequence with no clear exit, this may be an unreality situation.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only minor Artists can claim this fic.

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FIC # 5 : CLAIMED!!!

Upon Burger barging into Dasha’s bedroom and announcing that he got tick- stop screaming Vang0, it’s just me, got tickets to a film festival tonight, are you guys in, Vang0 informed him that they had “a job tonight, Burger, did you even check the zoogle calendar, we’ll go tomorrow or something,” and no, of course Burger hadn’t checked the calendar, that’s Dasha’s job, and sure we can get tickets for tomorrow too but the Winston Rider film is only showing tonight and I thought you guys might be interested -- “Winst- do you mean Winona Ryder?” -- and after about five minutes of schedule comparisons Dasha simply shoved Vang0 out of the bed and declared that she was going to the movie with Burger, Vang0 was finishing their job, and Burger was going to make her some coffee because “it’s too fucking early for this” even though personally, Burger thought 11:00am was a perfectly reasonable time to be awake -- he was probably missing something, or maybe Dasha had just been up late, Vang0 was definitely a blanket hog and Burger knew from experience that sharing a bed with them would be more likely to result in a semi-conscious tug of war than a decent night’s sleep -- so Vang0 got up to do their job and Burger went and made some coffee and Dasha relocated to the couch, where she downed the coffee and some eggs and promptly fell back asleep for another three hours.

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Burger loved Dasha, of course he did, he loved spending time with her and he thought she was beautiful and the idea that they might be dating -- might have been dating for a while -- sat warm and comfortable in his chest, but, except, it just was that, he hadn’t realized that how they interacted might be how two people that were dating behaved, he was just hanging out with his friend, he did stuff like this with Vang0 all the ti- -- now wait, wait a second, now hang on just a second --

a.k.a. 5 times Burger missed the point +1 time he caught a clue

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Dapper Dasha/Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz, Rating: Teen, content warnings for implied violence, drinking, implied sexual content

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only adult Artists can claim this fic.

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FIC # 6 : CLAIMED!!!

“What is this? What’s going on? Why am I dressed like I’m straight?” Vang0 hisses, gesturing to everything around him and the wrongness of it all.

“Seriously?” Candella rolls her eyes, unimpressed. “You couldn’t have scheduled your existential work breakdown until after our shift? You don’t see my lesbian ass complaining while I’m on the clock, do you?”

“I—What? Am I speaking another fucking language? You answered none of my questions!”

“Yeah because it’s 9am and the morning rush just ended so I do not have enough energy to indulge just,” Candella gestures at all of Vang0. “whatever is going on with you right now.”

“What’s going on with me right now is that I’ve found myself in a bougie caffeine establishment fever dream that just so happens to have the shittiest store playlist in the history of ever.” Vang0 says, bordering on manic as he looks up at the ancient speaker up in the corner of the shop. “Seriously, what is this terrible song?”

“Hey, Soul Sister by Train.” Candella still, amazingly, does not look alarmed or worried.

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Or the one where Vang0 is a barista at Zero and One’s Cafe...except he’s not.

This isn’t his fucking job, this isn’t his fucking life, and it takes a quick look around the horrifyingly low tech coffee shop he’s in and the fact that he’s missing a USB port on his neck to be painfully aware that this isn’t his fucking universe. This is a 2010s over idealistic portrayal of adult mundanity that he and his friends are stuck in and Vang0 has to get them all out of this nightmare before he commits customer service acts of violence.

Bring it on, Coffee Shop AU. Bring. It. On

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Dapper Dasha/Vang0 Bang0/Burger Chainz. An absurd existential romantic comedy where the trio somehow get transported into a Coffee Shop AU against their wills. Rating: Teen. Content warnings for slight absurd horror and canon typical violence.

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 7 : CLAIMED!!!

“That guy in my english class,” Dasha could hear through the speakers the distinct sound of combat boots stepping on cement. What was Vang0 doing outside at this time, alone? “The one I told you about! Burger-” “The one you’ve been crushing on for months and you’re too much of a coward to ask out?” Dasha already knew everything about this guy, Vang0 saw him on the first day of senior year in his english class and he hadn’t shut up about him ever since. 5’10, large and muscular shoulders, nice to everyone and just dense enough that everytime he said something you would automatically think “wow… thank fuck you’re attractive,” but not in an irritating way, you know? Vang0 exhaled, which Dasha interpreted as a yes. “Well I couldn’t ask him out even if i wanted to,” “Huh?” Dasha could hear the cogs in her own brain turning, trying to process what was being said to her. “Because he’s dating a blonde g-” she heard Vang0 stop on his steps and his tone becoming more dry, “are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Dasha yawned audibly and tried sitting up again. This time she succeeded, “yeah, yeah, I’m listenin’. How did you find out about this and why did you decide to call me at nearly 2 am instead of just waiting until tomorrow?” “I followed them and I saw them talking.” “You’ve lost it.” - Dasha received a call from Vang0 at 1:47 am one saturday night, and everything went downhill from there. They were not friends, she couldn’t understand why Vang0 acted like they were, but they weren’t, because Dasha didn’t have any friends. Except that, when she sees Vang0 struggling, for the first time in 18 years of life she decides that maybe this one idiot is worth getting soft over. And so she helps him bleach his hair over a cup of coffee and a can of Spunky Monkey. Because why the fuck not. - Main pairing is platonic Vang0/Dasha, background ship is Vang0/Burger. The whole story is from Dasha’s POV. Genre is just a very typical teen romance story except that it’s focused more on platonic bonding rather than the actual romance. Vang0 calls Dasha late at night, tells her he wants to bleach his long dark curly hair and cut his bangs after seeing Burger with a blonde girl, and he goes to her place. She helps him do the deed in her bathroom (she’s still elite) as they realize how much they care about each other. Initially inspired by that one scene in Scott Pilgrim where Knives Chau dyes her hair. Rating: general audiences, content warnings: lots of swearing, implied addiction/addiction enabling, shoplifting mention. CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 8 : CLAIMED!!!

vang0 officially disappears on march 23rd, 2040. exact time unknown, but whatever conspires that morning takes place before burger wakes up.

if he’s being honest with himself; he’s seen it coming for a little while now. vang0 isn’t the routine type, he’s young and whip smart and drinks so much redbull that the stuff must pump through his veins.

burger’s an old dog. older than vang0 by at least 2 years, he’s sure. he doesn’t have much, and god doesn’t that sound cliche, but he’s stupid and optimistic- and really. he must’ve known somewhere that the kid wouldn’t stay. he’s got a nasty drug habit that burger cant support and a look in his eyes like he wants the world- burger cant even buy him a fake ID.

this happens sometimes, the coming and going. vang0’ll disappear for a week if he’s lucky, a month if he’s not, but never longer than that.

no use crying over spilled milk.

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vang0 goes missing, burger velmently pretends nothing is wrong until he doesnt, and dasha has to pick up the pieces.

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missing person fic, burger/dasha/vang0 implied, but nothing explicitly mentioned or talked about, drug use mentioned, mature, canon typical violence, kidnapping, and other canon typical shit- it is night city after all lmao, kind of introspective, alot of burger just thinking back on his relationship w vang0 and shit, but there is some plot as well ig

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: None

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FIC # 9: CLAIMED!!!

“Anyway, dude, what’s up? Or did you just come over for a cola because you ran out of your own?”

“Oh, right,” Vang0 says. He is still thinking about the man, and Dasha, and Dasha and that man, and Dasha’s long fingers and Dasha’s hair falling over her face as she purses her lips and blows upwards, her breath scattering strands of brown hair around her sharp cheekbones. “Um, there was something on the forum, I think - I think there’s a thing. For us. Should we call Burger?”

“Oh, Burger’s here,” Dasha says. “Somewhere. Burger!” she yells.

“Burger - but he spent the night?” Vang0 says, brain processing too slow somehow.

Dasha doesn’t respond.

“Did you -”

“Have a threesome?” Dasha asks, in her usual blunt way. Her face is pretty expressionless, eyes severe under the liner and blinking less than a person should, but Vang0 knows her pretty well, he can see the corners of her mouth turning up. That means she thinks something is funny. “I don’t think so. Burg!” she calls over her shoulder. “Did we?”

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When Vang0 sees a JumpTrash post about vandalism at a club down town, he figures it will be an easy job for the trio - find out who did it, have Burger intimidate them, done. But things are more complicated than they seem, and the gang ends up drawn into a complex scheme involving the Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss, conspiracies and hit men, and people from their past they thought were long gone. Along the way, they'll have to decide what they want out of this job - and what they want from each other....

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This is basically an elaborate CAPER, with a bunch of feelings and shit thrown in. It's a job and then it's a crime story! Its kind of a noir? Can I write a noir? WE"LL FIND OUT. It's gonna be fairly long assuming I can get my act together and put in all i want to put in. Like every good story, it's got plot and whatnot but the plot is just a fulcrum around which to wrap some found family polyamory shit, baby. It's Vang0/Dasha/Burger, duh and it takes them a minute to get there but they'll get there! Its gonna have canon-typical violence, basically - none of the trio die or anything, but other people do, and there's blood. There's gonna be a sex scene because I'm not an AMATEUR. Drug use, too, but mostly in happy fun ways. I haven't fully sussed out some of the flashbacks, but probably some oblique references to past traumas, probably Vang0. Nothing explicit, no reliving events or anything. Also i'm 1000 years old, be warned!

CLAIMING RESTRICTIONS: Only adult Artists can claim this fic.

[lovelylunarwriting]

Yangyang Prince!AU

Yangyang’s known around the kingdom as less of a prince and more of “the king and queen’s child”

He’s just not the princely type??? He 10/10 looks like a prince and -33/10 acts like one

While some royalty just have that "aura” about them,,,, Yangyang does not

But that’s not a bad thing! He’s incredibly approachable as a person

Not a soul would dare to address him as anything but “Prince”, though, for fear of him overhearing and being like “excuse me what the fuck did you call me”

While the country itself adores the prince and his natural personality, the king and queen take issue with his “lack of royal precedent” and hold him to a ridiculously high standard.

He doesn’t seem to let this dampen his spirit, though. Whenever local newspapers ask him about it, he always says “I’m firstborn and in line to the throne. There’s not much they can do about it regardless if I keep filling the courtyard fountains with soap so that they bubble. Who doesn’t like bubbles?”

Deep down though it takes more of a toll on him. In his eyes, it’s like his parents are saying he isn’t good enough to be king one day.

The reality is that they’re just worried that being in charge of the nation will stress him out like it has them, and they want to prepare him the best they can.

To prepare him for his eventual role, they send Yangyang into the nearby villages to meet with traders from other nations who want to open up shop in the many marketplaces.

Yangyang’s nation is known for their vast and varying markets because they’ll let just about anyone open a business as long as a member of the royal family approves it.

They go about doing this in two ways:

One, they can request an audience with the king and queen and they’ll write up a contract. The king is pretty much there for show, the queen is really the one who’s built this trade empire.

Or, two, if the person is in a rush they can schedule to meet with Prince Yangyang in town and plead their case to him. If he thinks it’s an extenuating circumstance, they essentially get a “Prince Fast-Pass” and receive an immediate audience with the king and queen. 

For example, he had one woman who was a refugee from a war-torn nation across the continent and she came to their country to open up a shop to provide for her and her four kids. Yangyang was like “that sucks, I’m sorry. Do you wanna talk to my mom about it?” and personally escorted her to the palace.

You have been in this market for a  h o t minute though. You got your audience with the king and queen when you were like,,,, twelve?? And you’ve been selling your family’s farms produce ever since.

One of your parents would’ve gone to the audience but there was a Very Serious Ladybug Problem going on with the tomatoes so they sent you instead (the queen was surprised but you presented a fair argument for the business,,,, she had no reason to say no)

So you set up your market every week, Monday through Friday. The weekends are for helping around at home (and sleeping off the work week, of course)

This season’s harvest hasn’t been nearly as plentiful as the previous. It’s not that there’s a shortage necessarily, just that the last season’s harvest was abnormally abundant. 

Which of course means you’ll have to sell pretty much all of it to get a similar profit to last year while keeping the same standard prices (raising the prices wouldn’t be fair to your loyal customers)

“Guess there goes my Saturdays, then…”, you mumble to yourself, deciding to open up the extra day in order to sell every single tomato, carrot, and head of lettuce even if it kills you.

The first Saturday of the season comes and goes with no trouble, and so does the next.

But the third week. That’s when you notice him.

The pickpocket in the bright yellow shoes.

He weaves his way through the crowd with elegance and ease, reaching out here and there, plucking items from stalls, pockets, and displays,  slowly putting them in his pockets.

You find yourself entranced, staring at him slip through stall after stall.

That is until he steps up to yours.

He glances up, making eye contact with you, and flinches.

Apparently your glare was most apparent than you’d intended.

You don’t say anything though and neither does he. He just smirks at you and makes his way to the next stall.

Your eyes follow him and you see him swipe a pair of earrings off the man’s table to your left.

You might’ve said something but:

1.) That particular jeweler is a creep to the women in town so he deserves to be robbed in your opinion, and 

2.) If you snitch on some thief, that only makes you a target to whoever the thief is associated with. You don’t know if he’s got some thuggish friends and you’re not looking for a fight.

That is unless he decides to try and steal from you. Then he better be as good as fighting as he is pickpocketing.

After this initial encounter, you honestly forget about him.

That is until a few months later, when you spot a flash of bright yellow in the massive crowd on another Saturday morning rush.

You fumble to make change for the person buying three dozen heads of lettuce, trying to find his distinctly soft face in the sea of people.

At first you think you’ve lost him, until the lady buying out all your lettuce moves one of her bags and you see him snatch an apple from the barrel in front of your table.

Blinding hot rage sparks its way down your neck and shoulders, and without even thinking you shove the change into the woman’s hands and slide over the table.

The crook looks behind him just in time for you to grab him by the collar and drag him into the nearest alley.

The shock in his eyes is clear and although he tries to fight back, he can’t break your hold.

You shove him up against the brick wall of the alley and ask him one very important question.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He kind of just makes a weird gurgling sound though because your knuckles are pressing into his trachea.

You loosen your grip a little and look at him expectantly.

“I’m the Prince-”, he starts, but you cut him off because listen you might not be rich but you’re not stupid.

“Bullshit. And you can keep that apple, but you better hope I never catch you stealing from me again”, you say, throwing him by the front of his shirt even further into the alley and storming back to your booth.

Once you gather your bearings, you think about the encounter.

You can’t pinpoint what it is that pisses you off so much about this guy in particular. There’s always been thieves in the market, it’s practically part of the system at this point.

But there’s always been one thing about the thieves that made you understand in a way, why they steal.

They almost always steal food and it’s because they need it. For themselves and probably their families. And you can’t find it in yourself to fault them for that.

But this bright-shoed bandit? He looks like he’s never missed a meal in his life. He’s got full cheeks, tan skin, toned muscles, and is missing that look of sheer desperation that’s in the eyes of all the thieves you’ve encountered thus far.

The only thing in this boy’s eyes is arrogance. And something else you can’t quite identify yet.

Sunday passes and you try to relax, but remembering that encounter just irks you.

Mom: “Y/N,,,, what are you doing”

You: “I’M GONNA GO PLOW THE FIELDS”

Mom: “Why would you do that by hand?? We have an ox for that??”

You: “Because I’m pissED oFF okaY”

It’s not until Monday that you hear the townspeople gossip like crazy about something that happened at the Sunday Market.

Even the vendors are talking about it instead of the usual small talk with customers.

“Did you hear? The prince rode into the marketplace on horseback yesterday”

“Hear? I was there! He made such a big scene!”

“Apparently he was looking for someone but he didn’t even know their name”

“Typical Prince Yangyang- he’s always up to something crazy. He’s such a lovely sight though~”

This goes on for hours and towards the end of the day you swear if you hear one more thing about “PriNcE YaNgyaNg anD hiS goRgEous faCe” or “PrinCe YanGyaNg aNd hiS sTeaMy mUScleS”, you might actually just close up shop and leave early.

At first it was interesting, but everyone’s repeating the same thing for h o u r s

Except for the man you’re currently selling tomatoes to.

“Yeah it wasn’t hard tah miss him with those bright ass shoes ah his”

Your whole body jolts and you drop the change the man just set in your hand.

Apologizing, you scramble to pick it all up and drop the coins on the table.

“What do you mean ‘bright ass shoes’, sir?”, you ask, your demeanor becoming physically tense.

“You know the kid loves collecting those new kinds ah shoes, right? ‘Sneakers’ or whaddeva ya call em? They’re all the rage in the next kingdom ovah, he musta gotten em imported from there-”, the man drones on and on, whilst you continue to panic.

“Sir please, what color were they?”

“Oh they were yellow like you wouldn’t believe! Brighter than the sun itself, and- hey! Where are you going?”

You hand the man his bag of tomatoes, grab what little produce is left and close down shop. If the prince comes back again today he could have you thrown in jail for treason for the way you spoke to him.

Everything's in the horse-drawn cart and you’re pretty much ready to go until you remember you left the change on the table.

Cursing to yourself, you abandon the cart for a brief moment and rush back to grab the money, but right as you reach for it, someone grabs your wrist.

Without thinking, you twist their arm around and pin them face first into the table.

Some of the coins fall off from the sudden impact and as your eyes follow them down…. you notice the man’s yellow shoes.

You quickly release him,,,, this thief,,,, the prince

As he slowly turns around, you contemplate whether you should request execution by hanging or guillotine….

But when he sees that it’s you, he just starts laughing.

Not like a maniacal “aha I’ve got you noW peasaNT” kind of laugh like you’d expect though. A genuine laugh from this boy.

From this p r i n c e

All instincts are telling you to bolt and just move to a different marketplace but,,,, you wanna know what this guy’s deal is.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you talk to him.

“Your Royal Highness”, you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Ah, so you believe me now? What’s changed?”, he asks and his voice sounds like honey. For some reason you’d expected him to be harsher.

“Your prance around town yesterday has been all anyone’s talking about today, Prince of Thieves”, you explain with disinterest dripping from your mouth.

“Prince of Thieves? I am prince of this nation, I’ll have you know”, he says and there’s that look in his eyes again that you can’t quite pin down.

“Then act like it”, you say with a certain degree of malice, and storm off to your horse and cart, leaving the money behind. It’s not worth it to grab it.

His eyes widen and he just stands there for a moment before chasing after you.

“Just- wait a minute!”, he shouts, running up behind you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You grab his wrist, pulling him forward onto your back, and then flip him over onto the ground.

Once he’s down, you pin him down with your hands on his wrists and a knee on either side of his hips.

“I don’t care that you’re the prince. Your title means nothing to me. I care that you’re a thief. You steal from people who actually need money to live, and why? For the thrill of it? Grow up. If you want people to call you Prince then you better start acting like one”, you lay into him, letting all your frustration with him out at once.

You expect him to get angry with you. Maybe even yell. But he just looks,,,, sad. A little defeated, if anything.

“That’s not why I came here”

“You’re right, let me get off you so you can go pickpocket my customers”, you say, standing up and brushing the dirt off your pant legs.

“No, I came here looking for you. That’s why I came here yesterday, too”, he says, getting up and stepping between you and your horse. “Please, I need your help”

You take a deep breath in and out.

“My help with what exactly?”

“You fight like no one I’ve ever seen before. I need you to teach me”, he explains.

“Isn’t that what you have the knights for?”, you ask.

“They go easy on me. They’re worried if they hurt me while practicing, they’ll be fired by my mom”

“I don’t see why they’re concerned about hitting you in the face. It’s practically all I can think about right now”, you say nonchalantly.

“Wow okay- I could’ve gone without knowing that. But what do you say? Will you teach me? You’ve already showed me like three moves, just,,,, not on purpose I guess”

And for some reason,,,,, maybe because you’re lowkey worried he’ll actually have you hanged,,,,, you say yes.

You tell him it’ll have to be on Sundays and that he’ll have to come down to the family farm because “there’s no way in hell I’ll fight you that close to the queen’s wrath”

When you meet with him that Sunday though, he’s actually,,, quite charming??? And very polite to your parents, who were extremely surprised to see the prince on their front step (you might’ve forgotten to tell them about it)

This begins a routine of Prince Yangyang dragging you out of bed at dawn to spar with him in the barn out back behind your house.

The first few times he’d leave in the afternoon saying he “didn’t want to take up too much of your time”

But every time he leaves,,,, you find yourself missing his company.

Listen, he was an ass at first and he’s still an ass but it’s growing on you.

So one day, you ask him if he’d want to stay for dinner. And to your own shock, he immediately agrees.

He banters back and forth with you, makes jokes with your dad, and flatters your mom.

He’s got all of you around his finger and he’s not even trying to. He’s just being himself.

Now every Sunday he still wakes you up at dawn, much to your dismay, but he stays the whole day instead.

You spend the day together sparring, trying to knock each other into the pond, having lighthearted conversations, and getting the produce ready to go to market the next day.

To you, he stopped feeling like a prince a while ago honestly he never felt like a prince to start with but still

He’s your friend Yangyang that you throw into hay bales while teaching him self defense

One of those nights, the two of you are laying on the roof of the barn looking at the stars, when he says that he’d better head back to the castle.

“Can I ask you a question first?”, you ask, sitting up to face him.

“You technically just did”

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean”

“Hit me with it”, he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back towards the speckled sky.

“Why do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Why do you steal from the marketplace?”, you finally ask, after silently wondering for months at this point.

“I don’t anymore”, he answers somewhat defensively, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Okay, then why did you?”

“...”

“...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want….”, you say somewhat resigned.

Over the past month or so, things between the two of you has felt,,,, different.

You’ve been closer than ever, and talk to each other like you’ve known each other for years.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t falling for him.

But it feels like he’s got a barrier built up between him and the world.

Everything fiber of your being aches to shatter it. For him to feel like he can trust you, even if he can’t trust anyone else.To be special to him the way he’s special to you.

“I needed to do something to break out”, he says after some silence.

“Break out of what?”, you ask, trying to be gentle.

“Out of the box my parents are desperately trying to cram me into. I know they want what’s best for me and the country but,,,, it’s just so much pressure. I needed to do something else- anything else, even if it was stupid”

You scoot over to him and he sits up. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull yourself closer to him.

At first he just sits there, stunned, but then tightly returns the embrace and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stay like that for who knows how long, with him getting everything off his chest and you quietly listening and running your fingers through his hair.

From that night onward, the two of you are practically inseparable. 

Neither of you have said that you’re an item,,, and for a while you were like “am I making this shit up or does he like me”.

But one day, he’s sitting behind your booth in the marketplace (like he usually is. You’d think as a prince he’d have more to do,,,), eating all of your apples, when he taps you on the shoulder.

“I’m in the middle of a sale”, you snap, and turn back around to the customer.

When you finish, you turn around and he hands you an apple that is just,,, seeping with juice.

“Yangyang,,, w h y”

“Flip it over!”

So you do, and he’s carved “for my beautiful s/o~” into the side of the apple.

You can’t help but smile at his literally sweet gesture.

But you also can’t help but make direct eye contact with him and bite straight into the carved part of the apple.

The look of horror on his face made your day.

He’s got a habit of making your day everyday, though.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hi do u have any fics where stiles is a major asshole to derek ? so glad you’ve opened ur ask box again xx

Asshole!Stiles just for you. - Anastasia

Jealous Guy by SadieHerondale

(!/1 I 1,525 I General)

Stiles wasn't even upset, at first. It's not as though they haven't gotten random calls before from people they used to know. But the way Derek lit up when he said that Braeden called set Stiles' teeth on edge. The worst part? Derek didn't even notice until long after Ethan and Aiden went to bed.

"Stiles, babe, your heart is racing. What's wrong?" He's not even looking at Stiles. He's engrossed in some text conversation. When Stiles glances at the contact, he's not even surprised to see the name: Braeden.

"Nothing," he snaps.

the dog days are over by orphan_account

(1/1 I 5,605 I General)

"To say that Scott and Stiles are surprised when Derek manages to turn into a wolf – a big one, an actual real-sized wolf that probably weighs twice as much as Stiles on a good day – would be an understatement of the highest caliber, but even so, they’re not half as surprised as Derek himself."

Derek changes into a wolf. He decides to stay that way.

Masks by Inell

(1/1 I 7,570 I Explicit)

Stiles has to attend a masquerade ball as the McCall representative despite the fact that he distrusts the Hales and certainly doesn't want to honor them. When he meets a handsome stranger in a private alcove, the evening starts looking up. Of course, it's just his luck that his plans for a one night stand don't turn out that way at all.

Wipe It Off by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 22,035 I Teen)

There was no way. No fucking way!

He motioned the door with one hand, pointing at it almost hesitantly. “You live here?”

“Yeah.” Stiles smiled up at him, but it faded at the look he saw on Derek’s face. Derek didn’t even know what his face looked like, but he was sure it was horrible.

“Right here?” he asked, wanting confirmation. “In this unit? Are you sure?”

Stiles gave him a weird look. “Yeah, I’m sure, why are you oh my God!” he blurted out, eyes widening while he gaped up at Derek. “Oh my God, you’re my roommate! We’re roommates! You’re the person I’m living with! It’s you!”

Witchborn: Alpha Mentality by LLN3dseestheLight

(30/30 I 39,715 I Mature)

The Alpha Pack as been watching. As well as others...Will the Red be claimed by the Alpha Pack. Why are people being murdered? Will Stiles Wolf step up and claim him or will he be lost to the madness of the Witchborn?

Stiles' Ultimate Gift by LillianDeLooney

(!4/14 I 44,542 I Explicit)

Stiles is a spoiled brat who’s sent away to the Hale Family Farm to learn a lesson in respect and hard work. Naturally, he isn't happy about it, but that changes when he meets a very special little girl and her amazing father . . .

“What about you Stiles?” Derek's daughter, Kenny, asks innocently. “Are you gay?”

He chokes on his own spit and quickly downs the remainder of his coke, ignoring the blush stretching from his head all the way to his chest.

“I ah,” he clears his throat awkwardly and rubs a hand over his neck. “I might be?”

She sends him a knowing little smile and nods. “Good.”

~ A story about how to live life, not how to spend it.

You Get What You Need by RebaK1tten

(19/19 I 51,875 I Explicit)

Stiles and Peter are accidentally mated and eventually learn to make it work.

There Ain't No Such Thing by WhoNatural

(9/? I 57,023 I Explicit)

Derek couldn’t really care less that he’s spending his senior year with the students of a “disadvantaged high school” as Devenford Prep is merged with Beacon Hills High. He’s got enough on his mind with securing a lacrosse scholarship and trying to figure out why Stiles, the secretly-kind bad boy he spent all summer with at the country club never bothered to say goodbye.

But then, maybe instead of heated make-out sessions and snarky flirting, he should have bothered to ask Stiles a little more about himself - like his full name, or what school he attended...

(AKA, the Grease AU nobody asked for)

Framed by Nival_Vixen

(30/30 I 65,762 I Mature)

Stiles' first day at the FBI was also going to be his last. That had to be some kind of record, surely?

...

On his first day at the FBI, Stiles discovers that Derek is wanted for mass murder. Stiles knows that Derek's innocent and is determined to find out who framed him.

Something Rotten by HappyJuicyfruit

(5/5 I 78,762 I Mature)

Dammit, this was another reason he hated walking around a big city at night, he always managed to catch glimpses of the dark underbelly. He turned around, planning on going the long way home, but he froze when he heard the voice-

“Let me take you home,” a man said.

“That will cost you more. I get the money before we leave, and I take another hit at your place before we do anything.” Another man slurred.

That voice. It sounded like- Derek’s feet were moving him towards the men before he could think.

“Stiles?”

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][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Morde][ A || B || C || D || E || F || G || I || J || K || L || N || P || Q || R || S || T || U || Y || Z

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A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Morde often shows it though making stuff out of clay and talking a lot. He doesn't have much to offer someone so really all he can do is talk and learn stuff about people so he can remember and truly know the person he loves.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He doesn't see them as big gestures, seeing that as the farm has plenty of flowers during the spring and summer but it he knows that they're expensive or gotten especially then he has a small smitten moment about the effort put into it.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He likes it for the calorie factors and personally thinks that chocolate is a bit overly sweet. He likes that really dark chocolate that's bitter to most people and he can't afford it much so he rarely eats it.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Mordecai really wants to be able to see larger structures and art galleries to know how he can improve his own art. He wants to go somewhere busy where he can look into people's heads and be able to experience memories of nice dates. He wants Abby to take him places so he can know more and have good memories with Abby that he can get heated cheeks about later on while arguing over why he insisted on coming to look at paintings.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

He loves hugs since he's so unused to the touches and Mordecai's hugs are always a hesitant dance of dingers up Abby's arms before he finally gets pulled into the hug more and resting his face into Abby's chest. He likes it when Abby holds him close and baby just sighs contentedly when he's swayed.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He's so awful at first because he's blunt and dances about it for a little bit before he picks up his partner's particular flirting style. Most of the time it's a pat at Abby's chest, a red face and "Huh-hugs. I luh-liked it ah-and...and I w-want muh-more of it." And Morde just happily leaving a shoulder bare and not minding the fact that Abby can see more skin than usual because that should entice him, right?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Mordecai is good at giving stuff but that's down to the fact that he simply looks into Abby's head and searches for what he may want. He doesn't take notice if certain gifts may have a deeper impact than what would be expected, he just wants to treat Abby. Sometimes he gets it wrong and then he just wants to know why he couldn't get it right.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He finds it hard to say, mostly because why or when is he supposed to say it? Has Morde ever said it before? How does he know if it's right? He shows it a lot in longing looks and lasting touches. Sometimes he grabs at Abby and gives a small squeeze to his hand or when Abby's leaving for a bit he clutches the side of the barn and quietly tells him to hurry back home. Screams it in the mind though and Mordecai is searching for a chance to be able to scream it out loud but it just never feels right yet.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Oh yeah. Mordecai knows that he shouldn't get jealous because he would know if someone cheated on him, but it doesn't get any easier when he feels lingering stares on what's supposed to be Morde's. Gets red faced and scowls deeply when he sees it in minds and then Morde just possesive grabs and holds Abby for an hour or so before he makes himself reel back. Gets straight back into enticing flirt to make what's his, his again.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

It's a lot like the flirting honestly. Morde is always stiff and silent at first because blocked away memories have taught him that staying still and letting what's happening to him just happen, but Morde has slowly learnt to give it back! How much of a good kisser he is depends on his partner really because Mordecai tends to try the tricks that are being done on him back at Abby, but soon he gets some of his own tricks!

Morde really enjoys being able to simply hold Abby and enjoy the feeling of lips against his own. He likes to bite and suck on Abby's lips and fully throw himself into the sensation. So, yes, Mordecai is a good kisser.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves the animals he's collected and he knows that he has people who he loves deeply, even if he can't exactly remember familiar red hair or dark freckles that change constantly. But Abby is a good person to love. Yes, he's annoying and a sex-fiend, but Morde finds himself longing for conversation with him and to see the amusement on Abby's face that turns to filthy flirting when Mordecai pokes about his interesting body. He likes the excitement Abby brings that's also so incredibly safe and Morde is pretty sure that this is love because what else could it be that makes him cry when Abby is gone for too long or clutch and sob so loudly when Abby calls their sex "lovemaking"?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Morde is a filthy boy who enjoys the rough demon stuff Abby is able to do to him. He wants to be bitten and marked, forced into humiliating positions before Abby laughs at what a wanton slut he is when he yanks his hair back. But now that he's kinda in love with Abby? Wants to still be forced into humiliating positions, but now he wants Abby to call him cute things or make him wear "cute" outfits that obviously have so much thought put into them and makes Morde feel like Abby's pretty little silly thing. Who's loved and is going to be loved even more when he's being kissed exactly where Abby spanked him teasingly.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Morde likes someone who can surprise him in a conversation and keep up, even if he makes things difficult. He likes someone who can surprise him and small meaningless acts of kindness often get to Mordecai easily. He's easy to please deep down. He also likes people who are more different from the norm so Abby?? Once Morde gets over his initial dislike then he's up close and basically feeling Abby up. Definitely makes a surprisingly pleased "oh!" When he sees how strong Abby is and a lingering look. He's too easily impressed, like I said.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Well last night I actually cackled out loud at the idea of Morde and Abby doing something real kinky with cock rings and Abby just "bet you expected a different ring, huh?" Y'know, all sexy and playful. But then Morde is so confused because what other ring??? And then Abby having a moment of (surprised pikachu face) when he realises that Mordecai really expects fucking in a semi-shitty barn to be his life now.

I'm mostly snorting over the mental image of Abby doing some soul searching over whether or not he wants to take the step and get married to this wonderful forest man meanwhile Morde's just getting his back door blown out harder than usual and wondering what the hell is making Abby do so. But yeah, Morde wouldn't expect Abby to ask it or ask it himself because he doesn't know what marriage is.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Morde says that he's a cynical but really he just gets anxious over the idea that maybe he's too eager for romantics. Especially with someone like Abby since that meant at first that Morde didn't exactly know what gestures were to get in his pants and which were truly sweet. He's a secret romantic and that shows a lot when he casts wandering eyes towards big glassy valentines displays.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He did actually! Mordecai had a thing with Iris and Merajo's child, Adonai. They had a lot of secret moments together whenever they could and neither of them knew what exactly was love but at the time they simply knew they had large affections for each other. Doe liked the stuff Morde could create and always thought he was so much more and different compared to his clone lineage. It ended when Iris published Morde and sent him away, also taking the time to properly punish and wipe Doe's mind too.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He doesn't. Abby loves the idea of loving someone and being loved forever, but he doesn't think that such a thing exists. It just seems to wild to actually believe that some people think that this is something that was always meant to be. If true love is real, does that mean the pain he's endured was always meant to be for this moment too?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

He has, but not in the exact romantic sense. Morde was heartbroken every time he and Doe had to split apart until they were wiped clean again. He had his heart broken plenty of times when people flirted with him, only to show sudden disgusts when they saw the missing limbs with what looked like diamond shards on the missing arm. Most of all, he was shattered into pieces when he woke up alone and without anything in his mind except knowing the fact that it was wrong and he did something wrong that he could never make right again.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Mordecai never wants to lose anyone else again so he is very protective of Abby. Yeah, maybe its laughable when you want to protect a demon but that doesn't stop Morde from getting a tight face when Abby talks about people who have hurt him or flicking over minds of anyone near to make sure they haven't got intentions of hitting his Sweetabus. Over time he woimd visibly get panicked at Abby leaving and honestly? Maybe try to insist on coming on mercenary stuff with him because its obvious he did it once, why can't they be like that movie "Mr and Mrs Smith" and do it together? Where Morde can watch Abby and keep him safe?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

He's slept with at 15-25 people over the course of being undercover or being owned by someone who has wanted to touch him. But the highest ones in his book are the brief memories of rolling in bed and giggling at heart shaped pupils, licking freckles that have shifted across a dark skinned body as well as caressing blue skin and moaning as he tries to look away from bright gold eyes before sobbing that he loves the way Abby's teeth kiss and bite him.

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Sunsets & Whiskey Kisses: Chapter Twelve.

Two weeks had passed since Jack had proposed at things with David were not looking good. Not long after they got home from the lake, David had caught an infection and with his immune system already failing, it sent him into a never ending spiral of pain. He landed back in hospital because of it. Everyone was told to prepare for David not being able to last much longer and Ryleigh was finding it really hard to cope. She had taken to shutting herself away in her room and not really allowing people to talk to her or see her. She desperately wanted her father to pull through so that he could walk her down the aisle but even she knew that was a far stretch. Ryleigh held a family picture in her hand and studied it. David and Grace held Ryleigh's small hands as they stood on the beach watching the sun go down. Tears escaped Ryleigh's eyes and just as quick as they appeared, they were wiped away.

"Ryleigh honey, Jack's here." Grace said through the other side of the door. "Tell him that I'll call him later." Ryleigh said, trying to keep her voice from wavering. "Honey, he has something for you. I really thing you should at least come and say hi." Grace said again. Ryleigh didn't move from her spot on the bed. "Please just tell him I'll call him later mom." Ryleigh replied as her voice slightly cracked. Grace's heart broke when she heard it. She knew her daughter was hurting but she wasn't the only one. "Ok, I'll tell him." Grace said as she walked away.

"She's not coming down, why don't you go up and see her." Grace suggested. Jack looked at her surprised. "Are you sure you trust me to go up there with your daughter whose upset?" Jack asked with a hint of cheekiness. Grace chuckled and lightly slapped him on the arm. "Don't break my trust Jack." She said seriously. Jack nodded. "You know I wouldn't. You do know that we have done it though right?" Jack replied with a shrug. Grace cringed. "I don't need the details. Just not while I'm in this house please." Grace said as she walked into the kitchen "I can't promise anything Aunt Grace." Jack teased as he made his way to the staircase. "Jackson Richard." Grace hollered after him and chuckled.

Jack knocked on Ryleigh's door and when she didn't answer, he opened it to find her laying on her bed with tears streaming down her face. He closed the door and walked over to her after lying the red roses he bought her on her dresser. "Ryleigh?" He asked carefully. She sniffed and looked up at him. He sat on the bed beside her and took her hand in his.  They looked at each other silently for what seemed like years. Jack could see the shear heartbreak in her eyes and it broke his heart even more. "It hurts." Ryleigh finally spoke. The man leaned down and kissed Ryleigh's forehead sweetly. "I know baby but you can't shut us out. We are all hurting." He said and Ryleigh nodded. "I feel like I'm alone in this if I'm being honest." She replied. "I know it feels like that now but I promise that in time it will get a little easier. Sure you'll always miss him and it will hurt now and then but by you blocking everything out, you're missing out on the time you have left with him." Jack explained and Ryleigh let a small smile grow on her lips. "There it is." Jack said as he captured her lips in a tender loving kiss. "I love you baby girl." He said. "I love you too Duckie." She whispered. "Lay with me?" She asked and he was happy to lay with her. He wrapped her in his arms and allowed her to cry for as long as she needed.

Back at the farm, Dakota had just woken up and walked to the kitchen to see a note on the counter from her brother. She sighed and rolled her eyes. He told her that he went to see Ryleigh and that she needed to feed the chickens. Dakota hated the chickens. They always chased her when she had the food bucket in her hand. She shuddered and made her way around her way around the kitchen making her food and trying to delay feeding the chickens as much as possible.

Just as Dakota was washing up her dishes, Chase walks through the door. "Babe, you in?" He called. "In the kitchen." She called. He walked toward her and kissed her. "I'm glad you're here, you can feed the chickens for me." She said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, trying to look innocent. "I do believe this note says you have to feed them." He said with cheek in his voice. "They only like you and Jack, they despise me." Dakota said as they walked outside. "No they don't. I'll help you fill the bucket, let them out and you can feed them." Chase replied. They got things ready for the feeding and as soon as the chickens spotted Dakota, they charged her. She took off running from them. Chase was in stitches watching the scene in front of him. "WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" She screamed as she tried to run from them. "TAKE IT!" She screamed again as she threw the bucket at them. "They really do hate you." Chase said as tears streamed down his face from laughing so hard. "I'm so glad that you think this is funny." Dakota huffed in annoyance. "I'll take care of them, you go jump in the truck and we'll get the hay bails." He said as they split up.

A couple hours later, Jack had come home and was talking to Chase in the kitchen while Dakota was upstairs washing up. "It was the funniest thing I've ever seen." Chase said as both men doubled over laughing. "Here, have a look." Chase said as he pulled out his phone and played the video for Jack. "You filmed it?" Dakota shrieked when she walked into the kitchen. All Chase could do was nod. By this point, Dakota had had enough so she marched up to him and took his phone and tried to delete the video. Unfortunately for her, Chase was faster and grabbed his phone back before she had the chance to do anything. "Chase, give me the fucking phone." Dakota called after him as he ran outside. Jack laughed and rolled his eyes. He grabbed the shopping list and got his boots on. "I'm going shopping, please don't kill each other." He said to Dakota when she ran back to the house. "Ok." She replied as she disappeared around the corner.

"Dakota, where are you?" Chase taunted. Dakota stood in Jack's office behind the door as she worked really quick to delete the video. Just before she was able to hit delete, Chase grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. "Where is your room?" Chase asked seductively. "Let me delete the video and then I will tell you." Dakota replied sassily. Chase slapped her ass and Dakota jumped a little. "What was that for?" She asked with surprise. "Tell me where your room is." Chase instructed as he stopped next to a door. "Open the door next to you, genius." Dakota said. "Thank you." Chase said as he opened the door and placed her on her bed. He took his shirt off and hovered above her. "I like where this is going but please promise me that you will delete that video?" Dakota asked softly and Chase nodded as his lips connected with the sensitive skin of her neck. Dakota moaned quietly as she bit her lip. "Fuck." She whispered as he began to leave little love bites behind.

At the store, Jack walked around looking for the one item that seemed to be untraceable. As he read the rest of the list, he ran into someone and knocked the egg carton out of their hands, sending the eggs to the ground with a crack. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." Jack said quickly as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. "It's ok, I was distracted too." The voice said. Jack swore he knew that voice and when he looked up, his suspicions were confirmed. Kalyn Dyer. She hadn't changed a bit. Her hair was still brown and her ocean grey eyes still held that cheeky glint. "You look familiar." Kalyn said as she studied the man for a minute. "Oh my god, Jackson Mason." She said and he cringed on the inside when she called him Jackson. "It's so good to see you." She said as she hugged him. "It's good to see you too." Jack said with a friendly smile. "What brings you back here. I thought you moved away." Jack asked as they broke apart. The eggs now forgotten about. "I just moved back actually. I got a job working for old man Caruthers." She replied. "Wow, good for you. I didn't think he'd ever hire help." Jack said. You see old man Caruthers owned a greenhouse just outside of town and always complained about having little to no help. "Yeah, it's pretty weird. I could use the extra money though." Kalyn replied. They talked for a few more minutes before Kalyn's phone rang.

"Sorry about that. Tell me about your fiancé." Kalyn spoke with slight jealously. Jack smiled brightly. "Why don't you come for dinner tonight and you can meet her." He replied. Kalyn agreed and the pair went their separate ways.

When Jack got home, he went about unloading the groceries. Once the food was put away, Jack tried to think of what to make for the dinner. He was in a toss up between a Casserole or something entirely different. He decided to go and see what Dakota wanted. What he didn't know was that Dakota was on top of Chase fucking his brains out. Jack knocked on the door and when he didn't get an answer, he opened the door and neither Chase or Dakota heard the fact that Jack was at the door.  He stood there for split second before he shut the door and tried to shake it off. He wanted to go back downstairs but still needed to know what to make for dinner. "Dakota, what do you want for dinner. Casserole or something else?" Jack called from the other side of the door, loud enough for Dakota to hear. Her eyes snapped open and Chase smiled mischievously at her. "No." She mouthed to him but he ignored her and his hand went to rub her clit. Dakota tried to hold her moans back so she could answer her brother. "U-um, Ca-casserole." She stuttered as Chase had moved on to slowly moving his hips against her. "Are you ok?" Jack asked, even though he knew what was going on. "Yeah, all g-good." She stuttered again and Jack chuckled to himself as he walked back downstairs to get everything ready for dinner.

"I hate you." Dakota said as she slapped Chase's arm. He smiled up at her with his boyish grin. "You love me." He feigned a pout and she leaned down to kiss him. Dakota got off of him and got herself dressed. "Oh come on. Let's continue." Chase whined and Dakota shook her head. "Not with Jack in the house thank you." She replied as she threw Chase's clothes at him. He caught them and got himself dressed with reluctance. "Cheer up big boy, this isn't over." Dakota winked as she walked to the door and waited Chase to finish his task. When he was finished, they walked downstairs.

"I'd ask if you two are hungry but judging by the rats nests in your hair, I'd guess you ate already." Jack teased when he spotted the couple. They stopped in their tracks and Dakota blushed. "Relax. I don't care what you two do in your room." He said as he pat his sister's shoulder comfortingly. Chase let  out a breath of relief and Dakota laughed nervously. "Thanks?" Dakota questioned. Jack smiled at them. "I said it's ok." He shrugged as he went back to making lunch. Chase and Dakota smiled at each other and sat at the table. "What's for lunch?" Dakota asked as she watched her brother cut some vegetables. "Salad." He replied simply. Dakota nodded and drummed her hands on the table. The air was still a little awkward and silent as Jack finished the lunch. "Here you go." Jack said as he set two bowls in front of the couple at the table. "Thanks." Chase said as they all tucked into their food.

"Before I forget, I ran into Kalyn Dyer today." Jack said as he took a drink of his coffee. "Really?" Chase asked with his brow raised. "You mean the bitch who flirts with everyone?" Dakota muttered. Both men nodded and Dakota huffed. "What'd she want?" Dakota asked. "She just moved back into town and I invited her over for dinner and I want the both of you to join us." Jack said as Dakota spat her water out. Jack jumped out of the way as the water was spat in his direction. "You what!" Dakota shrieked. Chase stifled a laugh and Jack just looked at Dakota incredulously. "What's wrong with being nice?" Jack asked. "Jack, the woman flirts with any object in her line of sight and as I recall, she had it bad for both you and Chase." She replied in a duh tone. Chase and Jack looked at each other and shrugged. "We can put differences aside for one night Dakota." Jack said and that was the end of that. The three of them cleaned up from lunch and went outside to check everything over.

At 3pm, Jack called Ryleigh and invited her to come for dinner. "I don't know Jack." She said with reservation. "She wants to meet you baby. Please come?" Jack pleaded. Ryleigh let a breath of air. "Ok fine but only if Chase and Dakota are going to be there." She replied and although she couldn't see it, Jack smiled brightly. "I love you so much." Jack said and Ryleigh chuckled. "What time are we expecting this woman to come over?" Ryleigh asked. "Her name is Kalyn and she should be here at 6." He replied. "Ok I'll be there at 5:30." Ryleigh said as she looked at her watch. "I'll leave now and head home to get ready." She continued. "Sounds good. I'll see you soon my darling." He said and they hung up.

"Who was that?" Grace asked as Ryleigh walked back into her father's hospital room. "Who do you think mom?" Ryleigh asked with a slight smile as she gathered her things to leave. "Have fun tonight." Grace winked and hugged her daughter. "I love you mom." Ryleigh said as they broke apart. Ryleigh went over to her father and kissed his cheek. "I love you too daddy." She said and just like that, she was on her way back to the empty house to get ready for the dinner.

Once Ryleigh was home, She jumped in the shower really quick and when she was done, she stood in front of her closet, trying to decide what to wear. She wanted to wear jeans and boots but she went with a dress and Little white sneakers. She dried and curled her hair, leaving it down. Her makeup was kept neutral and when she was happy with her appearance, She got into her truck and left.

(What Ryleigh wears)

When she got to the house, she sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. Even though she had a key and could let herself in, she was nervous and wanted to wait for someone to answer the door. "You look beautiful." Dakota said when she opened the door and greeted her friend. Ryleigh smiled shyly. "Thanks. Thought I'd change my appearance for tonight." The woman replied as she hugged Dakota. The woman walked into the kitchen to finish getting things ready while they waited for Jack to come downstairs. "Where is Chase?" Ryleigh asked as she set the table. "He went back to his place to get ready. He should be back soon though." Dakota replied and as if on que, Chase walked through the door. "Hello ladies." Chase greeted as he kissed Dakota. "So, you two eh?" Ryleigh teased, feeling herself becoming more comfortable. "Yup." They said in unison. Ryleigh smiled and continued to set the table while Chase and Dakota walked outside hand in hand.

A few minutes later, Jack walked downstairs, not knowing that Dakota was no longer in the house. "Is Ryleigh here yet?" He called as he walked to the kitchen. When he saw Ryleigh, he stopped in his tracks. His heart rate picked up and he felt butterflies erupt in his belly. "Y-you look b-beautiful." He stuttered when Ryleigh turned around. "Thank you." She replied with a smile. Jack looked around for Dakota. "She went outside with Chase." Ryleigh said softly. Jack nodded and walked toward and wrapped his arms around her. "Hello handsome." Ryleigh Said as she connected her lips with his in a quick but sweet kiss. When they heard Chase and Dakota's voices come closer to the house, they pulled away. "What time did she say she was coming again?" Dakota asked through slightly gritted teeth. Jack gave her a warning look. "In a few minutes." He replied and Dakota nodded.

At 6pm exactly, there was a knock at the door and Dakota walked away. Chase followed her and Jack answered the door with Ryleigh beside him. "Kalyn, nice to see you. Please come in." Jack said as he opened the door wider for her to enter. "Thank you." She smiled but the smile faded when her eyes landed on Ryleigh. Jack took Kalyn's jacket for her and hung it up. "Kalyn, this is my fiancé Ryleigh. Ryleigh, this is Kalyn. We went to school together." Jack smiled. Ryleigh held out her hand for Kalyn to shake. "It's nice to meet you." Ryleigh said and Kalyn only smiled. She got the sense that the other woman didn't like her. The three adults walked to the table where Chase and Dakota joined them. "Chase, it's good to see you." Kalyn said as she hugged him a little too long for Dakota's liking. Ryleigh helped Jack in the kitchen and when everything was ready, they all sat down to eat.

Dakota and Chase sat on one side of the table and Jack sat in between Ryleigh and Kalyn on the other side. Kalyn took full advantage of this and placed her hand on Jack's thigh. Jack cleared his throat and continued to eat. When Kalyn's hand slowly moved higher and grazed his cock, he dropped his fork. "Sorry, leg cramp." He said as he quickly put his hand under the table and tore Kalyn's hand away from him. She glanced at him with a hurt look in her eyes but she kept eating. When the dinner was done, Chase, Dakota and Kalyn cleared the table and Jack and Ryleigh got the dessert ready.

As Chase bent over to pick something up off the floor, Kalyn let her hand come in contact with his ass. She bit her lip and smirked. "I saw that." Dakota said loud enough to draw attention to them. "What are you talking about?" Kalyn asked feigning innocence. Dakota was beginning to see red. "You know exactly what I mean." Dakota seethed as she got right into Kalyn's face. Kalyn smirked at her and winked at Dakota. Dakota snapped. She raised her hand and with all the strength she could muster, she slapped Kalyn across the face with an echoing sound. Silence immediately enveloped the room and all eyes were on the two woman. "What's going on?" Jack asked with his voiced raised. "What's wrong? What's wrong!" Dakota yelled with a shriek. "This bitch is feeling him up." Dakota continued whilst motioning vigorously at her boyfriend who was blushing a deep Scarlette shade. That was the final straw for Jack and he turned his turned his attention to Kalyn. "Listen, very closely to what I'm about to say." Jack said dangerously. "You have some nerve waltzing in here, touching me during dinner in front of my fiancé and now coming on to my sister's boyfriend. I think it's time for you to leave." Jack said forcefully as Ryleigh looked at him in disbelief as he admitted that Kalyn had touched him. Chase looked between Ryleigh and Jack with confusion. Kalyn just looked at him. "You heard him, fuck off bitch." Dakota said as she stood beside her brother. Kalyn shrugged. "Ok." She said and walked out, slamming the front door shut. "Well that was fun." Dakota said sarcastically. The other three nodded and went to sit at the table while Jack put dessert on the table.

"Thanks for dinner Jack." Dakota said through a mouthful of apple pie. Jack smiled. "You two are engaged?" Chase asked and Dakota and Jack nodded. "What did you think this ring meant?" Ryleigh chuckled as she held up her left hand. "I didn't even know you two were dating." Chase replied. "We wanted to keep it between us." Jack said as he held Ryleigh's hand. Chase and Dakota smiled at each other. "I'm glad you two are together. You make a great couple." Chase complimented as he finished his food. "Thank you." The engaged couple replied in unison. Everyone finished up and when it came time for Ryleigh to leave, Jack was pouting.

"Come on, please stay tonight." Jack whined as he stuck his bottom lip out to make sure his point was getting across. "Why don't we give Chase and Dakota the house tonight and you stay with me tonight." Ryleigh suggested with seduction laced in her voice. Jack bit his lower lip to suppress a moan from escaping his perfectly plump lips. He nodded after Ryleigh gave him a wink. He hurried off to grab all that he needed and of course to tell Dakota and Chase that the house was theirs for the night.

When the couple arrived at the Jensen farm, Ryleigh parked her truck and walked to the front door with Jack trailing behind her. "Mom's at the hospital with dad tonight. We have the house to ourselves tonight." She said cheekily and Jack laughed. "Sounds perfect. Now we can fuck and you can scream my name." Jack teased. Ryleigh looked at him and shook her head. "Oh my darling, you'll be screaming my name." Ryleigh whispered in his ear and she licked the shell of his ear. A shiver went Jack's spine as he shuddered and swallowed hard. Ryleigh pulled away and walked toward the stairs that led to her bedroom.

What she hadn't told Jack was that she had done some online shopping and she planned to show him another side to her that no one knew about and boy was she going to enjoy torturing him. The best part, she had the whole night to make him beg for mercy and she knew he'd have no idea what had hit him. Ryleigh smirked to herself as she heard him following her.

"I think..you're over dressed Mr. Mason." Ryleigh said quietly. Her hands worked the buttons of his shirt and when they were loosened, she gently pushed the shirt off of his body, earning a low moan from the man. "The Jeans have to go." The woman said as her index finger traced from his chest to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers worked to unfasten the button and belt. She got it successfully and she pushed them from his hips, making sure to keep eye contact with him. The pants hit the floor with a soft thud. Ryleigh grinned with satisfaction.

"I think the boxers have to go as well." She said as she swiftly pulled them down, revealing his semi hard cock. She licked her lips and moaned. She gave a small and quick lick to the sensitive tip and stood up again. "Here's how this is going to work. Tonight, I'm in charge and you my darling boy, are my pet. You will address me as mistress and if you call me anything else, I will punish you. Do I make myself clear?" Ryleigh said and Jack could feel the blood rush to his cock. He nodded. "Use your words." Ryleigh instructed. Jack swallowed in arousal. "Yes mistress." He spoke softly. "Good boy." She Replied as she roughly bit the skin on his neck. Jack moaned at the sensation.

"Lay down." Ryleigh commanded and Jack did as he was told. Ryleigh pulled out a couple pairs of handcuffs and cuffed Jack to the frame of her bed. When she was he was secure enough, she looked at him and smirked. He was spread eagle on the bed and the sight was making her pussy ache with want for him and his cock. He looked at her with arousal and lust in his eyes.

Ryleigh slowly removes her clothing as Jack's eyes roamed her now naked body. He smiled at her and she raised her brow at him in disapproval. Jack felt his insides flutter and his heart race. Ryleigh stepped closer to him and ran her fingertips across his chest softly and Jack closed his eyes and hummed at the feel of her skin on his. "Look at me." Ryleigh slightly snapped. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I'm not going to be nice. I'm going to have a fun edging game with you." Ryleigh said seductively. Jack moaned at the thought. Ryleigh raised her brow in amusement. "Are you excited?" She teased. "Yes." Jack moaned. "You should be." She replied as she straddled him so that her ass and back were facing him. "I'm going to edge you one time and then I'll give you a little break. For the second session, I'm going to edge you two times and then I'll give you a little break. For the third edging session, I'm going to edge four times and every session is going to double. Sound like fun?" Ryleigh asked as she ran her fingers across his thighs. "It does sound like fun." Jack replied with yet another moan. "The rules are, number one, you may not cum until I give you permission." Ryleigh said and Jack let another moan slip from his lips as her fingers grazed his balls. "The second rule is, if you tell me to stop edging you because you are going to cum too soon-." Ryleigh explained. "I don't like the sound of that." Jack whined. "Too bad." Ryleigh replied with a smirk on her features. "If you break any of these rules, there is going to be a little bit of a punishment." Ryleigh said as she slapped his thighs, causing him to jump a little bit. "Yes mistress." Jack responded. "Alright." Ryleigh said as she ran her hands over the area she had just slapped. Ryleigh then ran her hands over the tip of his cock, that was already leaking and spread it over him. Jack moaned at the feel of her hand wrapped securely around him. "Oh god." Jack said under his breath and Ryleigh let a small smirk form.

Jack slightly moved his legs and moaned as she kept her movements slow and torturous. Holding his cock in her right hand, she let the index finger on her left hand move over the tip of his erection. Jack sucked in a small gasp at this. She then let her hands roam back down to his balls where she caressed him. Jack groaned and closed his eyes. Ryleigh moaned when she felt his hips move underneath her. She felt powerful and in control. It was something she needed to do and so far, she was happy that Jack was more than willing to play pet tonight. When she was sure that he was good and hard, she spoke. "Alright, are you ready to start the first session?" She asked. "Ooooh, yes mistress." Jack hissed lowly. "I'll edge you one time." Ryleigh said as she began to move her right hand up and down his shaft slowly while her other hand held his balls. Jack moaned and moved his legs as best he could. The electricity coursing through his veins was intoxicating. "Oh god." He breathed out as her hand began to move a little faster as she massaged his balls. He bucked his hips a little more prominently and Ryleigh chuckled. "Uh, you're such a fucking tease." Jack stated as he let out a breathy moan. Ryleigh took both of her hands on his shaft and pumped him a little faster then before. She then went back to holding his balls with one hand and with the other, pumping his shaft.

By this point, Ryleigh was vigorously pumping him as she kept her left hand near the head of his cock. Jack's moans picked up the more he felt the knot in his belly tighten, wanting a release. A release that he was not going to be able to have. He groaned at the thought. "Ah fuck." Jack said loudly as Ryleigh's hand gained more speed. "Oh god." He moaned again. "Oh fuck. oh fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh fuck." He grunted as his hips bucked up against Ryleigh's core. Jack grunted, moaned and groaned as he felt the knot in his belly begin to loosen but before he had a chance to release, Ryleigh stopped her movements and watched his body shudder under her touch. She felt elated that she had this power over her man. "Oh fuck. Oh god." He said breathlessly. "Shhhh." Ryleigh said as she stroked him gently, allowing him to have the little break that she promised him. Jack caught his breath and Ryleigh went back to edging him.

By the time that Jack had completed two sessions without cumming, he felt the burning need to release and he knew that once he did, he'd be punished and even though part of him wanted her to punish him, the other half didn't. He kept strong and allowed her to continue. "Build up your strength my boy because next you are going to be edged four times." Ryleigh spoke as she ran her fingernails on his inner thighs, dangerously close to his dick. "I want it so bad but yet I don't want to get punished." Jack whined. "Alright, set number three. Four edges." Ryleigh said as she spread more of his arousal down his shaft. Jack was a moaning mess at this point and wanted it to be over. "You remember the rules?" Ryleigh asked. "Yes mistress." Jack replied. "Tell them to me." Ryleigh instructed and Jack did just that. "Don't cum or I'll get really punished." He spoke. Ryleigh grinned. "That's right and what else?" Ryleigh asked. "And I can't tell you to stop when I'm going to cum." Jack grunted slightly. "Good boy." Ryleigh praised as she got back to work. "Oh please be gentle." Jack begged. "I'm always gentle." Ryleigh shrugged and Jack sucked in a breath.

More strings of moans, groans and grunts, profanity and whines could be heard from Jack as he took the edging. At the second edging on the third set, Ryleigh could tell that Jack was about to break. "Don't you fucking cum." She warned. "Oh fuck." Jack cried out through gritted teeth as he tried desperately to contain himself. Ryleigh laughed at this. "Aww." She cooed as Jack hissed at the sensation. "That's two edges." She stated. Jack felt very proud of himself for lasting that long. He was so close to breaking point when the third edging occurred. "This is so fucking hard." He said. "I know." Ryleigh replied. "And four edges." Ryleigh spoke as she pumped him just as fast, if not faster. Eight edges came and Jack had had enough. He wanted to release and feel his relief but he didn't at the same time. Ryleigh was driving him crazy.

On the fourth set at the sixth edging, he broke. "Stop, stop, stop, stop." He panted and Ryleigh smiled at him. He knew that he was in for it. "Oh, you weak, weak man. that's a punishment." Ryleigh chuckled as Jack writhed under her. "That wasn't very long but, since you are getting the punishment, I'm going to finish this anyway."Ryleigh smiled. "Don't you fucking cum." Ryleigh warned again but unfortunately for him, at the eighth edging he came...hard. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry." Jack repeated and bit his lip. Ryleigh got off of him and uncuffed him. "It's ok baby." She said softly as she leaned down to kiss him. "What's the punishment?" He asked sadly. "Tell you what, let's forget the punishment and you can just eat me out." Ryleigh winked and Jack smiled. "That I can do." He said as he attempted to get up but failed. "Why don't I just sit on your face?" Ryleigh suggested and Jack just looked at her. "Well, come on then." He said after a few minutes.

The rest of the night consisted hot and heavy sex between the two adults and needless to say, it was the best sex they had ever had.

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I’ll win you over at trial (part 3)

Tony had let go of Peter, and was running his hands through his hair, exasperation running through his veins as he realized his threats were useless with the young man. 

“I’m twenty three by the way” muttered Peter just as the door was knocked. 

Peter rushed to open it, only to see Lee standing in the door, looking not only smug, but extremely annoying.

“The judge had a family emergency, the trial’s gonna continue tomorrow”

Peter nodded and before letting Lee say anything else, he slammed the door in his face. “You can go home, the trial’s continuing tomorrow” 

Tony frowned and watched as Peter moved around the room, collecting his papers and briefcase, probably with too much on his mind to notice that Tony was staring at him. 

“I’m working with you tonight. You can come to my house” and when Peter’s reaction was a frown and shook of the head, Tony insisted: “Common, I’m the only one that knows as much of this case as you” 

Peter rolled his eyes and sighed, defeated. “Okay, but do you understand that we’re gonna be working really late?” 

“Nothing some whiskey can’t fix” 

When they got to Tony’s house, Peter was impressed. It wasn’t exactly what he had imagined, and Tony noticed immediately because of Peter’s expression. 

“This is my second house, and I have it under a fake, uh, legal name. I come here when I don’t want anyone finding me”

“Right. So, we should get started” he said and sat down, cleaning the table so he could expand his papers, all of this while Tony poured two glasses of whiskey and sat at the other side of the table, leaving one glass closer to Peter. 

“If you’re not gonna tell me where you were, I’m gonna have to somehow un-place you at the crime scene, which is complicated. We only have Oscar Eastwood as a witness in that, besides Victoria, obviously, but I’m gonna make her incompetent for the trial”

“What do you mean?” 

“If I can prove that she was more than two weeks on medication at the mental hospital, her statement becomes useless, because she’d... well, a witness might be considered incompetent if he or she were not mentally competent and stable, or if he or she were particularly young, for example. You obviously know which one I’m using” 

Tony nodded. “Smart move. How you gonna prove that?” 

“The hospital’s papers. I can get a warrat. But, again, with no location for you, the best thing we can do is try to find the actual killer”

“Yeah, find the mother fucker, the only reason I got this goateé was because nobody else had it” muttered Tony and then drank a big zip. 

Peter’s head snapped up and smiled, an idea forming in his head that for some reason he hadn’t considered before. It was brilliant. “That’s it. That’s it, Tony. Nobody could look like you unless they tried. This was a set-up. Do you have any enemies?” 

Tony scoffed. “The real question is which one of my several enemies was it” 

Peter sighed and let his head all. Fuck. 

“We really need to find the killer. I’m going to call the mental hospital and hopefully try to get the judge to make her incompetent” 

Tony nodded and when Peter left, he grabbed the morgue papers. The autopsty had shown a clear gunshot to the head. Tony was extremely talented, but due to his anxiety his hand was alwyas shaking. Aim wasn’t exactly his... 

Wait. The autopsy said that the killer was probably left handed because of the way the bullet entered the brain. Tony was right handed. 

Peter came back. “She can be declared incompetent, what- are those the morgue papers?” 

Tony nodded and turned them around, pushing them to Peter and pointing towards a highlighted line. “It says the killer’s left handed. I’m right handed” and then he grabbed a pencil and wrote something with his left hand. It was impossible to read. Peter was sure a five year old could communicate better than that. 

“That can definitely be used, good work. But, Tony, let’s go over the facts. Rosa Rodríguez, the victim, walked at 5:48 am in the bar, we believe nothing happened inside the bar, and according the barman, she left around 6:40 am after calling her mother, Victoria and asking her to come pick her up, only to enter an alley, a shortcut to her home, and that’s when allegedly you appeared, shot her clean in the head and then ran away, throwing the gun in the trashcan, and left the body there, not noticing that Victoria entered the scene and saw ‘you’ leave the crime scene. She, then had a mental breakdown, and was sent to the mental hospital” 

Tony frowned again, going over one tiny detail that Peter said. “Wait. Did you just say inside the trashcan?”

Peter frowned as well and looked around for the papers, handing Tony the one that had Oscar Eastwood’s statement. “He said he found the murder weapon inside the trashcan when the police interrogated him, that you threw it inside the traschcan” 

Tony smirked. “In court he said the gun was behind the trascan, so he’s either really stupid, lying on stand, or...” 

“Or he was paid to lie” 

“Or maybe he’s the one who set it up” 

When Peter heard that, started looking for the papers. “He works on a farm, Tony, so, unless you’ve made a farmer upset, I don’t think he’s the one...” 

Tony stood up, drinking the rest of the whiskey he had on his glass, then got close to Peter, the alcohol clearly already affecting his right mind, even after of so many years drinking like there was no tomorrow. 

“I can make everyone upset, sweetheart” he whispered, the last word close to his ear. 

Peter turned around and grabbed Tony by the shirt so quickly that the man had barely any time to know what was going on. “Don’t ever call me sweetheart” 

Tony smirked and fixed the young man’s hair. “I pay, I call you whatever I want”

Peter rolled his eyes and turned around. He might have been the most annoying man in the world, but he was going to help him. Tony Stark was innocent. 

(part 1 and 2 on my blog!) 

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[bartsugsy]

What’s your favourite Robron moment ?? 😊

OK YOU SENT THIS DAYS AGO AND IT’S BEEN STRESSING ME OUT BECAUSE HOW DOES ONE (1) HUMAN CHOOSE A SINGLE MOMENT???? answer: they do not choose a single moment

ANYWAY RULES ARE FOR LOSERS HERE’S 20 RANDOM MOMENTS I LOVE:

20. THAT TIME DURING THE AFFAIR ERA WHERE ROBERT WAS LIKE HEY AARON AFTER I’M MARRIED WE’RE STOPPING THIS I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU AND THAT’S THAT AND AARON WAS LIKE ok but what if we didn’t AND ROBERT WAS LIKE OK GOOD POINT WELL MADE GUESS WE SHOULD MEET IN A BARN AND BANG ON THE DAY OF MY WEDDING THIS CAN ONLY GO WELL

19. THAT TIME WHEN ROBERT PAID AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY TO HELP AARON FIND SANDRA BC HE NEEDED HER FOR HIS CASE AND THEN REFUSED TO LET AARON GO TO SEE SANDRA ALONE AND WAS JUST GENUINELY QUIETLY SUPPORTIVE. AND THEY STILL LOVED EACH OTHER AND AARON FELT THAT AND FELT LIKE HE HAD TO KISS ROBERT THEN AND THERE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T REALISE THAT ROB WOULD WAIT FOR HIM TO SORT HIS SHIT OUT FIRST BUT ROB EXPLICITLY CLARIFIED FOR HIM THAT HE WASN’T GOING ANYWHERE

18. A LITTLE EARLIER IN THAT ERA, WHEN AARON WAS HIDING OUT IN IRELAND AND ROBERT WOULD JUST WALK INTO EVERY SCENE DEMANDING TO KNOW WHERE AARON WAS. EVERY SINGLE SCENE.

17. THAT TIME AARON SPOKE HORRIBLE FRENCH (HE LIVED IN FRANCE FOR Y E A R S HOW DID HE COPE) AND ROB WAS LIKE ........i’m dating the hottest man alive?

16. THAT TIME ROBERT LITERALLY GAVE UP HIS COMPANY AND HIS ENTIRE FUCKIN HOUSE JUST TO GET AARON BACK BC HE WAS SO TERRIFIED FOR HIS SAFETY

15. THAT TIME DURING THE AFFAIR WHEN ROBERT FINANGLED IT SO THAT ALL OF THE WHITES WENT ON HOLIDAY AND HE JUST FULL ON MOVED AARON INTO HOME FARM AND THEY ACTED LIKE A FULL ON MARRIED COUPLE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK, LIKE THE MOST INSANE PREVIEW OF THEIR FUTURE EVER DESIGNED

14. THAT TIME!!!! LACHLAN THREATENED ROBERT!!! SO AARON JUST FUCKIN???? KIDNAPPED???? HIM?????????? A LITERAL TEENAGER???????????? AARON KIDNAPPED A FUCKIN TEENAGER BC HE THREATENED TO PUT ROBERT IN JAIL (and yes used methods that hit v close to home for aaron to do so) BUT HONESTLY HE SHOVED A TEENAGER INTO HIS BOOT BC??? SURE?????? they’re both insane

13. OH YEAH THAT TIME ROBERT BURNED 100K BECAUSE AARON, FEELING ANNOYED AND PETTY, INSINUATED THAT ROBERT LOVED MONEY MORE THAN AARON AND FRANKLY AARON IS ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE ROBERT DOESN’T PUT MONEY AHEAD OF (or he used to, before he Grew As A Person tm) (i’m sure that won’t stick

12.THAT TIME THEY GOT MARRIED

11. ROBERT JUST WANTED TO THROW AARON THIS MASSIVE SYMBOLIC SHOW OF LOVE AND DEVOTION BEFORE HE WENT TO PRISON AND HE WANTED IT TO BE PERFECT AND WHEN IT WASN’T HE WENT OFF IN A STROP BUT AARON COULD LITERALLY GET MARRIED TO ROBERT WHILST STANDING IN A PILE OF LITERAL RUBBISH AND BE HAPPY BC AARON DOESNT CARE HE JUST WANTS TO BE MARRIED (ROBERT ALSO JUST WANTS TO BE MARRIED BUT HE HAS STANDARDS OK) AND SO AARON WENT AFTER HIM AND TALKED HIM DOWN AND THEN THEY JUST SAID FUCK IT AND GOT MARRIED ALONE, IN A PLACE THAT WAS SPECIAL TO THEM, BECAUSE IT WAS LITERALLY JUST FOR THEM AND ABOUT THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER??? AND IT WAS ABOUT KNOWING THAT AFTER PRISON THEY’D STILL COME BACK TO ONE ANOTHER????? AND THAT TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED (WAY LONGER) (AND WAS A LOT MESSIER) BUT IT STILL HAPPENED BC THEIR FUTURES ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER AND THEY EARNED THAT AND BOTH FOUGHT FOR EACH OTHER MASSIVELY

10. THAT TIME AARON WAS IN HOSPITAL DURING SSW AND ROBERT SAT IN THE WAITING ROOM WITH CHAS AND LOOKED DEVASTATED BC HE COULD LOSE THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE NBD. ROBERT WAS SO SAD BUT ALSO SO FRUSTRATED WITH HIMSELF AND HE FINALLY GOT TO EXPRESS HIS REGRETS OVER THE AFFAIR ERA AND HOW MUCH ~TIME HE WASTED FUCKIN AROUND BC HE WAS SCARED AND ALSO LBR WANTED THAT WHITE MONEY AND POWER WHEN INSTEAD HE COULD HAVE JUST BEEN FUCKIN HAPPY AND LIVING HIS LIFE WITH AARON, WHICH IS ULTIMATELY THE ONLY FUTURE HE WANTS FOR HIMSELF AND AALDHSDFOH THE JOURNEY!! ROBERT SUGDEN!!!! HAS BEEN ON!!!!!!! IS SO GOOD FIGHT ME

9. SPEAKING OF HOSPITALS, THAT TIME ROBERT GOT HIT BY A CAR AND AARON FUCKIN RACED TO THE HOSPITAL AND CRIED AT ROB’S BEDSIDE DESPITE HAVING OSTENSIBLY MOVED ON FROM ROBERT BC HEY NEWSFLASH AARON NEVER STOPPED LOVING ROBERT JACOB SUGDEN. AND THEN THEY PROMISED TO BE FRIENDS AND ROBERT TOLD AARON HE’D BE THE BEST FRIEND HE’D EVER HAVE AND I DIED.

8. THAT TIME THEY JOKED ABOUT ANAL SEX IN THE SCRAPYARD #GAYCULTURE

7. THAT TIME!!!! ROBERT WENT TO A GAY BAR!!! TO TRY AND GET OVER AARON!!!! BUT BECAUSE AARON IS A FUCKIN LUNATIC WHO, AGAIN, NEVER STOPPED LOVING ROBERT JACOB SUGDEN, AARON FOLLOWED HIM AND THEN JUST SORT OF LURKED IN THE SHADOWS LOOKING SAD AND ESSENTIALLY WAS PREPARED TO TORTURE HIMSELF WITH WATCHING ROB PICK UP A DUDE BC HE COULDN’T STOP ROBERT BUT ALSO, INTERNALLY, HE REALLY WANTED TO STOP ROBERT

6. OH AND THEN AARON SAW ROB GO OUTSIDE ALONE AND TOOK HIS CHANCE TO SAY SOMETHING AND THEY JUST SORT OF SADLY FLIRTED WITH EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY BOTH DESPERATELY WANTED TO BE TOGETHER??? AND FELT THAT THEY COULDN’T BE???? BUT STILL COULDN’T NOT FLIRT WITH ONE ANOTHER????????

5. THAT TIME AARON WAS LIKE HEY ROBERT DON’T COME TO COURT WITH ME AND ROB WAS LIKE .....YEAH WHATEVER AND THEN SHOWED UP IN COURT ANYWAY AND AARON WAS LIKE ??? BUT ALSO :’) AND ROB WAS JUST LIKE LOL SINCE WHEN DO I EVER LISTEN TO U

4. THAT TIME THEY TOOK THEMSELVES OFF TO A HOTEL AND THEN LEFT IT IN A LITERAL STATE??? AND THEN JOKED ABOUT IT???? BC THEY SPENT ALL NIGHT BANGING????? AND AARON HAD LITERALLY FORCED ROBERT TO TURN HIS PHONE OFF BC CLEARLY ROBERT HAS A PROBLEM #relatable #me (oh and meanwhile gerry was dying but yk we’re talking abt robron here)

3. GDI THAT TIME WHEN ROBERT LITERALLY THOUGHT HE HAD GOTTEN AWAY WITH SLEEPING WITH REBECCA AND STILL TOLD AARON THE TRUTH ANYWAY BC HE JUST??? COULDN’T LIE TO HIS HUSBAND???????? ROBERT, WHO LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING??? AND AARON UNDERSTOOD THAT GROWTH DESPITE OBVIOUSLY BEING HEARTBROKEN AND DEVASTATED RIP, BC AARON KNOWS ROBERT. THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO WELL!!!!! 

2. THAT TIME WHEN AARON WAS SO ANNOYED THAT HE COULDN’T BONE ROBERT IN PEACE THAT HE DECIDED TO SUGGEST THEY MOVE IN TOGETHER AND THEN THEY (ULTIMATELY) FUCKIN DID AND THEN ROB WAS LIKE HEEEEY TIME 2 PROPOSE AND PLANNED THIS INSANE PLAN INVOLVING ALL OF THE BREAD IN THE VILLAGE TO SHOW AARON JUST HOW MUCH HE LOVES HIM BC HE DOES

1.5 WAIT I HAVE TWO MORE HOLY SHIT THAT TIME!!!!!!!!! THEY LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! BOTH PLANNED TO PROPOSE TO ONE ANOTHER????? AT THE SAME TIME????????? IN THE EXACT SAME WAY?????????????? WHO ARE THEY WHAT IS THIS???? DID THEY LITERALLY LIKE.... HAVE THIS CONVERSATION MID-BONE???? WHY WERE THEY BOTH THINKING ABOUT PROPOSING AT THE SAME TIME WITH THE SAME PLAN TO GO BACK TO WHERE THEY FIRST KISSED???? AND THEIR FAMILIES, WHEN THEY FOUND THIS OUT, WERE JUST LIKE ....oh lol AND THEN NEVER MENTIONED HOW FUCKING INSANE THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS THAT THIS IS WHAT THEY DID gdi who are they. OH AND THEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY??? ENDED UP AT THE LAY-BY ANYWAY????? BECAUSE ROBERT’S CAR ACTUALLY BROKE THE FUCK DOWN BC GOD CLEARLY SHIPS IT OR SOME SHIT AND THEN AARON WAS LIKE lol where are we never seen it before x EVEN THOUGH NOT 24 HOURS EARLIER HE WAS WAXING LYRICAL TO LIV OVER HOW ROMANTIC IT WOULD BE TO TAKE ROBERT TO THAT VERY SPOT AND FUCKIN ASK HIM TO MARRY HIM. AGAIN. BECAUSE THEY’RE ALREADY FUCKIN MARRIED?????? god they’re lunatics. OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEN ROB WENT TO PROPOSE AND AARON LITERALL GOT ANNOYED BC HE WAS LIKE NO IT’S MY TURN BACK OFF SUGDEN AND THEN THEY SAID IT AT THE SAME FUCKIN TIME bc they’re literally just insane i can’t deal with them.

1. that time aaron made a speech about how robert jacob sugden, knowing every terrible thing he’s ever done and having been victim to his stupidity, manipulation, hunger for power and money and general terribleness, is still a good person who deserves love bc as much as aaron knows the bad that robert’s done, he also knows all of the good and just how far he’s come - and robert knows now, bc he’s done so much to try and be a better person for aaron and for their family and now he literally is actually sort of proud of the person he’s become and so much of that is aaron’s influence and like... aaron makes robert a better person by loving him as much as he does and robert in return loves aaron more than anything and they both recognise this love within each other and does it literally go beyond common sense? yes. are they basically a cautionary tale as to why maybe there is such a thing as too much love? u know they are. but are they perfect for each other? RIP YES THEY ARE THIS ISN’T GOING UNDER A CUT READ THIS ENTIRE POST AND SUFFER WITH ME GDI

[kinsbin]

Camera Shy

Title: Camera Shy Word Count:  2098 Ship: Lance/Alexys [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Lance convinces Alexys to go on her first trip with the Grave Encounters crew, not telling her that he plans to make sure she’s front and center on the show with him as his girlfriend. He’s sure she’ll get the hang of it, however. 

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @bad-blue-moon-rising! They let me pick the prompt so I did a piece based off of this cute artwork by @morphinetune-art! Alexys ships are the most fun ships to write hands down I had fun! ;u;

It was nerve wracking, to say the least.

Despite their dating for a solid few months now, each one as exciting and amusing as the last one even with specific challenges completely related to Lance being...well...Lance, Alexys hadn’t actually seen the camera crew of Grave Encounters in action. Sure, she had sat down in their now shared apartment and listened to Lance talk excitedly about adventure after adventure, describing each event in the way only a true storyteller could manage. He enraptured her with his words, his smile and passion burning through like the sun each time he set up a scene for her to grow immersed in. It was like she was there half of the time, feeling the cold air of an abandoned factory on her skin or jumping at the sound of a sudden door slamming without their permission in the depths of an old mental asylum. If ghost hunting stopped working out, Alexys had mused at some point within her mind, then he could always go into story telling or authoring.

The end of one of his more intense stories crescendoed between them as they sat together on their couch, cups of warm coffee between their hands as they shared the morning together. Alexys paused to take a short sip of the sweetened beverage between her hands, relishing the warmth of it in comparison to the cold day outside. A smile wet her lips as she licked them, catching Lance’s attention as he watched her movements, always one to be fascinated by how she could look so...so beautiful by just doing simple tasks like drinking coffee. Was that a sign he was seriously in love? He was going with that it was a sign he was seriously in love.

“That sounded like such a fucking wild time,” Alexys laughed after swallowing her coffee, “I wish I could have been there and gone with you.”

The indication made Lance sit up, his eyes wide and hopeful as he forgot to think about his next words before he spoke them out loud:

“Would you like to?”

“Would I like to what?”

“Come with me next time,” He reached out to hold one of her hands in his own excitedly, “Come on the show with me! We’re exploring a six hundred year old haunted farm in the countryside. You should come and be part of the team! Add some commentary, spice it up! It’d be great!”

The excitement to his tone was infectious, helping to alleviate some of the growing anxiety in Alexys’ heart and replace it with sets of her own excitement as she sat up, blue eyes boring into her boyfriend’s with a matching smile that grew due to seeing his.

“Do you really mean it? That sounds so badass, I want to see a creepy abandoned farm. Can I actually come with you guys this time?”

“Hell yeah!” Lance laughed, putting his coffee down and leaning over to hug Alexys into his arms, bringing her into a long kiss that warmed her soul much more than the beverage in her grip ever could, “It’ll be fucking perfect. I’ll introduce you and everything! You’ll do great, babe.”

The conversation happened days ago before being followed up by a whirlwind of preparations. Lance helped talk her through what she would need. Alexys packed up a single duffle bag of overnight supplies to hold together, enough room left for in case the crew needed someone to hold extra equipment that they could not, and with her sneakers on and hoodie flung over her body she had been ready to join them in the upcoming episode.

It was only then that the nerves had started to set in. Sitting in the front seat of Lance’s car, she could feel her hands beginning to pick at one another, nails being brought up to her lips as she bit at the already shortened extensions. What if she messed up? There was a high chance that the fans of the show would react with hostility towards her or say that she was an unwelcome addition to the group as a whole. The what ifs attacked at the back of her brain, crashing together like a percussion of worry that overflowed her mind and burned at the inside of her stomach like lava. Maybe this was a bad idea, she had begun to think in terror, maybe-

A hand reached out, touching her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. Alexys yelped, the soft ‘eep’ echoing in the otherwise quiet car as she turned to see what had happened. Lance’s hand rested on her shoulder. She followed it up his arm and to his face, where he gave her a soft and rather amused sort of look that sent a blush warming up her cheeks. With the sunlight of the day straining through the car window, hitting the side of his face and illuminating it, he looked incredibly handsome. A stupid, loud, handsome face she wanted to both poke and kiss all at once. She focused quickly though as he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek before focusing back on driving.

“You’re worrying too much,” He spoke with a hum, “You’re going to do great and everyone is going to fucking love you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, because, I fucking love you. And I’m the host of the show, right? So whatever I say goes either way.”

“That’s now how it works!” Alexys laughed as she smacked his shoulder, earning a chuckle from the man as he reached to turn on the radio, drowning out her worries in his own stupid humor and loud blasting rock echoing bass-like against the entirety of the car. The music and his company helped to take her mind off of the previous anxieties that plagued her mind. Perhaps he was right, though she would never admit it out loud, and things would...somehow...managed to go okay. However they did go, though, she knew that he would be by her side to support her as best as he could. Perhaps that was the best thing they could get out of the trip.

They arrived at the designated site close to 4, the sun already dipping its way westward as it prepared to make way for the night. Lance hopped out of the car first, greeting his friends and crew while Alexys took her time sliding out of the passenger’s seat. When they saw her, their eyes lit up and she, too, was greeted with a series of hugs and pats on the back, welcoming her to the trip.

“It’s about time Lance brought you along,” Matt hummed jokingly as he gave her a hug, “I thought he was making you up for a while there.”

“Yeah,” T.C. chuckled as well, “How he got anyone to date him is beyond me.”

“Hey!” Lance argued with a smirk, “I have my good qualities!”

“He doesn’t,” Alexys returned the quip easily, sending the group into a fit of laughter while Lance looked on at her in mock shock before she reached out and hugged him, kissing his chin while containing her own laughter, “I’m only half kidding I promise.”

“This is what I’m supposed to put up with while we’re together,” Lance groaned, gesturing to Alexys while his crew slowly came to the consensus that, indeed, the loved this new girl easily. Sasha was the one to call everyone to attention, bringing them back into the reality of only having a little while longer to set up the equipment in the farm house and shoot the first opening scene of the show. It brought everyone scrambling to work, Alexys tagging along to help where she could when the others asked.

It ended up being mostly back and forth, fetching equipment from one person to bring to another person in a separate part of the barn. It was a lot of holding things up for people while they screwed nails into walls to secure camera pieces so that they wouldn’t fall over in the middle of production. It was also a lot of complaining (though not just from her) about how the middle of the country had the worst cellular service any of them had ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Several struggles of getting their systems connected came and went with at least half of the cast groaning over the less than pleasant scenario before they finally had everything settled together. Cameras set up and ready to roll, Matt called Lance over from his spot sitting next to Alexys in the slowly setting sunlight of the ancient farm.

“We’re getting ready to shoot! Get over here.”

“Coming, coming,” Lance returned easily, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind Alexys’ ear and smile at her, “Come up with me and watch how it’s done.”

“I see you all the time on television,” Alexys snorted with a raise of her eyebrow, “Why is this going to be suddenly any more interesting than those times?”

“First of all, OW,” Lance pretended to clutch at his heart as if the words had truly wounded him, “Second of all, it makes a HUGE difference. You’ve seen me in person, sure, but never THIS way in person. Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“You’re such a liar.” Alexys groaned as she was dragged up by the hand by her boyfriend, pulled lightly on the way to the frame of the shot. She stood just outside of the frame, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Lance get into place. There was a select amount of mumbling and fumbling as the crew got ready to shoot the first shot, cameras angeled perfectly to catch all of Lance’s good sides. Though, Alexys mused, she thought all of his sides was his good sides.

“Welcome to another episode of Grave Encounters,” Lance began to speak, the charm on his voice turned up in front of the rolling camera as he smirked into the lense, “I’m your host, Lance Preston, as always. Today, we’ll be investigating the Mayville Family Farm, a nearly six hundred year old establishment that, allegedly, is the sight of not only a series of grisly murders but cannibalistic ritual practices as well. That’s no the only exciting thing this team has for you today, though.”

Alexys raised an eyebrow at Lance as he took a step back, his smile growing wryly to the camera as he continued, “Today, we have a special, and beautiful, guest that’s going to be joining our team in this adventure.”

He turned to her and her eyes widened. No, she mouthed in shock as her mind reeled. Face flushing, she couldn’t believe it was happening. Was he really going to do this? He was NOT really going to do this. He was bluffing. They were NOT going to use this take and have this entire adventure with her by his side. No. No way this was going to happen.

Alexys’ trail of thought broke with Lance’s next words, “Let me introduce you all to my beautiful girlfriend, Alexys.”

He reached out to her, his hand extended with expectancy. Alexys felt her face flush red as she thought about the situation, hesitantly offering out her own hand only to have it yanked by the man in front of her. With his grip firm on her wrist, she was dragged into the frame of the camera, pulled tightly at his side as he pressed a kiss onto her temple. The lights of the camera were bright, almost blinding as she was exposed to them, yet, the closeness of Lance and the confirmation that he would love her enough to actually introduce her in such a bold way...the smile that crept up onto her face was genuine as she laughed and hugged him back.

“You’re a fucking dork.” She wheezed as he hugged her in return, pressing another kiss onto her head while smiling at the camera.

“And that’s why I love her folks.”

The entire camera crew laughed with him as Alexys hid in his chest, the cut being called as Matt agreed that it was the perfect cold opening. “You two are too damn cute.” He mused as the group watched Alexys pop out from her hiding spot, a smile warm on her lips.

Perhaps she was a bit camera shy, but, with Lance at her side willing to do that for her...she could learn to like the spotlight.

[magicalsalamander]

The Firefly that Guards the Fox II

Pairing: BTS Taehyung  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid | Lawyer | Murder Mystery| Fluff | Angst | Smut [Epilogue] |

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters. 

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|11|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe. 

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The next morning you woke up and finished all your chores like a rabid tornado with legs. You were looking forward to seeing your friends today and made your way over to Taehyung’s house with your brother for once trying to keep up with you instead.  Growing impatient waiting for him to catch up you took his arm in yours and dragged him next to you,” for once keep up slow poke.” He gave you a “oh, please” look, but you just winked knowing it would rile him up. You stuck out your tongue out towards him and he chased after you, both laughing at your stupid antics, and you came up to Tae’s front door slightly out of breath. You knocked on the door in a pattern the four of you created to let each other know it was you at the door, but there was no response. You repeated the knock again, but when nothing stirred you looked into the living room window and saw no one and heard nothing. Not even Froggy’s ribbit.

You and your brother went around the house rustling through the bushes to the sliding glass door and looked inside. There was a crack between the curtain, but the inside was dark and hollow of any sign of life. He looked over to you with somber eyes, “nothing, it’s empty.” Panic set in your heart, Tae was the loudest being you’ve become acquainted with. His mom was always doing something in the house be it cleaning or cooking. She always played the portable radio and was dancing as she cooked. It was never quiet in the Kim’s house. You stared at eachother with worried expressions and ran to Hoseok’s incase they were over there for the day. “Please be over there, please be there.” You knocked rapidly on the door and Hoseok’s mom opened the door surprising to you two. “Good morning, Kiddos. Hoseok’s in the living room come in.” You both thanked his mom and ran into the living room to find Hoseok sitting on the couch not even paying attention to the cartoons on TV looking sad. They ran up to him and questioned him where Tae was. He looked up with saddened eyes and said, “Mom said he’s gone on a trip. I don’t know when he’s coming back.” Shocked at the news your brother questioned first, “…for how long?” Hoseok shrugged his shoulders in uncertainty. You fell to your knees in disbelief that your best friend wouldn’t even tell you he’s leaving and not knowing when he’s going to return. Tae wouldn’t do that to you guys, he even told you the size of his feces when he was impressed. You knew everything about eachother, or so you thought. You all three sat in silence. You were the Guardians, but you lost the fox.

You didn’t feel like hanging out anymore today; you were too disheartened by the news and started walking back home. Your brother decided to stay back and play video games with Hoseok, he trusted you enough to make it back home alone. He knew a way to cheer up Hoseok was to keep routine. Even if Tae wasn’t there they were still going to try to beat his top score, so when he came back they could show him their sweet victory.

You walked down the dirt road but stopped when unfamiliar black and white cars and a van pulled up to Tae’s house. Why were the police at Tae’s house? With quick thinking you ditched the dirt road and ran down the hill that lead to the river bank, but back up the other side leading to the back of Tae’s house. You hid close enough in the trees behind Tae’s house, specifically behind a thick oak tree observing from above. You climbed up the tree and sat on a hanging branch that concealed you enough but still had a good view of the people at his door.  The police approached the front door and knocked. Hound hybrids were on leashes lead by pound officers to the front of the houses. When they got no response one specific officer, who was tall but had over gelled back hair, commanded the pound officer to lead the hounds around the corner of the house around to the back. They were sniffing the perimeter and the left-out toys in the yard. You tried leaning in closer to hear what they were saying, but you only caught snippets of their conversation. “The bitch and the pup…no one’s here? The mongrel must’ve told his family somehow…” You were confused what did they mean who told his family about what? Why was the police here and with pound officers looking for Tae’s family? They continued, “that fucker is going to pay, five years of searching….no one escapes me.” Escape? Tae’s family is in danger? You start tearing up and hiccup from holding back your voice and breath. A hound looked in your direction and you held your hand over your mouth to mute the noise. He goes back to his sniffing the perimeter and ignores the noise, he must’ve mistaken you to for a bird. Once the officers and hounds made their way back into the vehicles coming up empty handed and not tracking a scent, you slipped down the tree but one of the many hole in your shoe gets stuck in a protruding bark and you fall to the ground. Your so upset that you don’t bother getting up and cry on the dirt floor. Why? Why your best friend! You were so confused and afraid. Those men looked terrifying, but they were supposed to protect people. You made your way back home but you kept what you saw to yourself, not sure who to tell or what you saw meant.

A week before Summer ended and school was due to start, Hoseok announced to you and your brother that he’s moving to the city. His parents found better jobs in the city and they wanted to move closer to his Aunt. His grandparents passed away three years ago and left the house to them. His parents originally lived in the city before he was born, but moved back to take care of his grandparents. They sold the house and spent the money on a new life in the city. He promised to write you both and call when the house phone gets set up to keep in contact. You shared tearful goodbye watching him get in the moving truck and leave with his parents.

You waited patiently. Months passed, then a year passed, then three, and after ten you stopped keeping track. Tae wasn’t coming back and Hoseok never called or sent the letters he promised. You and your brother had eachother, but as time went by he graduated high school first and left for the military. Your personality changed from bright and carefree to studious and cold. At least that’s how classmates described you, truthfully you were still the same old person, but you didn’t want to open up to anyone; you’d rather be on your own. You took your education and studying very serious. You wanted to get out of this town too, just like Taehyung, Hoseok and your brother. Your family didn’t have the money to send you to college, so you worked hard to get scholarships. It was either go to school or marry a farm boy. You weren’t going to settle in life for a mediocre plotline.

Walking in the door barely slipping your shoe off and removing your high school’s uniform blazer, your grandmother stopped you from getting any more comfortable. She asked you if you would go back out and pick up some apples up for her at the farm. Not having the heart to deny her because she was more your own mom than your own mom, you agreed. Despite how tired you were, you were now looking forward to her apple pie you slipped your shoes back on. You went to visit the old man at the farm because your grandmother wanted some fresh apples from only his orchard. She insisted he had the sweetest apple’s and the ones from the grocery store didn’t taste as good. Her apple pie was only perfect with local apples. Your brother was still away in the military having joined a few years ago, so you went alone. He wasn’t good at school, but knew to get a stable job you need college. He wanted the government to pay for his education if he couldn’t get a scholarship or financial aid.

You trekked on your own and came up on the produce sorting building and walked in through the dock entrance. The old man always let you come and pick apples for a discounted price. You greeted all the familiar aunties and uncles and went to knock on the old man’s office. You stopped before you knocked because you heard a name you haven’t heard in a long time. You heard him on the phone discussing heatedly with someone. “Taehyung…look, what happened all those years ago should be left there. The poachers won’t stop until they get the whole family. Yes, I know what kind of risk this is, but I can’t. Yeah, u-huh. I don’t know, I really don’t know what happened afterwards. Look, I’ll talk to you later okay?”

At that point you stopped listening, not wanting to believe what you just heard. It confirmed what you saw and heard all those years ago. You took steps back and further back until your back hit some boxes. Tears were flowing down your cheeks in streams. Taehyung’s dad was taken and him and his mom were in danger this whole time. You ran away as fast as you could. You ended up in one of the many rows of orange trees and fell to your knees sobbing. You had so much anger built up against him for leaving you. It all just flooded out of you as you yelled out, yelling at the world for taking away someone so important to you and taking someone away important to him. His family treated you like their own. They knew your parents were gone all the time and subtly took over the roll. It was more than just losing a best friend, but your makeshift family. You ended up stopping by the market on your way home when it was already dark outside and the crickets chirped and got some apples from there. You couldn’t go back. The pie truly didn’t taste the same.

You spent the night trying to study but your mind wouldn’t let you think of anything else besides Taehyung. You sat at your makeshift desk on your bed and thought and thought. These moments inspired you and you decided right then and there that you were going to become a lawyer. You were going to become a lawyer that protected hybrids and their rights. You weren’t going to let hybrids go through what Tae went through. The firefly was glowing again.

You graduated high school valedictorian, but you couldn’t attend the national University you wanted to go to. Your scholarship and financial aid wouldn’t cover tuition, living expenses, books and eating. You decided to enroll into the just as good state university where you could pay for everything, well at least school expenses. You still had to take up part time jobs while you were taking classes. You made it out of the small town, just like the rest and that’s all that matters. You ended up finding a cheap rooftop apartment that was half an hour away from the school by bus. It didn’t have any insulation, but it did have a rickety door and leaky roof; it was home. You shared it with your brother, he was rarely there anyways always out on his military missions, but when he was it was nice. Majority of time you weren’t home much either, you were either in one of your four class, in the library or at work.

During your second-year things took an unexpected turn, your grandparents were getting worse with their ailments and your dad got injured at work. You made a trip back home with your brother and found out your dad wouldn’t be able to return to work for three months. Your mom now stayed home to take care of your grandparents, so they wouldn’t have any income. With no choice you decided to drop your classes this semester, so you could pick up more shifts and jobs. You were able to manage a full-time schedule working at a diner during the day and working a part time job waitressing at a bar at night. You only slept four hours a day maximum and never could take a day off. Even when others dropped shifts, or couldn’t make it in you were the first to raise your hand. You sent as much money you could every month. Your brother helped this whole time as well, but he wasn’t getting much being a lower ranking private. Your dad got better and was able to return to work when December came around.

Your grandfather passed away the following Spring and your grandmother followed behind shortly after not able to handle her broken heart. You couldn’t attend the actual funeral, but you made it to the spreading of their ashes along the river. You ended up having to take the spring semester off as well to help your parents pay for the funeral expenses.

You eventually made it through college and it took you six years, but you made it! You graduated with honors and a degree in political science. Your brother was able to make it into the special forces. He made his dream come true. Immediately after your bachelors you applied to your school’s law program and made it in the following semester and that took another three years. You passed the bar exam your first year in the program on your first try. You studied in between your jobs when the lull was slow, and it helped your classes covered things on the exam as well. The studying part was finally over.

You still lived at the rooftop apartment and worked your endless part times jobs. As a twenty-seven-year-old now with a bachelors and lawyers license you were so close to your dream you could taste it. When you weren’t working, you were applying to all law firms and doing interviews. But here six months later you still were applying for jobs after graduation not landing a job yet.

You were walking home at two in the morning having the closing shift at the bar for the night. Your black v neck t-shirt and skinny jeans were covered in dust. Your hair was pulled back up in a pony tail and face with full makeup. Your one friend, also coworker, offered to take you home, but you lived to far you didn’t want to bother her. Your coworker, who you’ve been working with since you first started there, was like an older sister to you. She taught you how to do your makeup to get more tips and made working there overall easier. She showed you how to fill in your brows, contour your cheeks, wing your liner and then line your plush lips with a ruby red and setting it with matte lipstick. Normally you preferred to go more natural with your makeup any other time, but you were glad she taught you the basics to even do that now. Your mother never knew how to apply makeup or even wore it. You’ve grown out your crazy bowl cut when your grandma had her scissors taken from her after the last lopsided bowl cut. For convenience sake, you just let your hair do its own thing and only got it trimmed by your neighbor, who was a hairstylist, once every six months. Since you helped her out every now and then she did it for you for at a discounted price. It was pretty long now tickling your waist, but it spent the majority of time wrapped up in a bun, braided, or in a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way of productivity. To say the least, you weren’t the same tomboy who had shoes with holes but a pretty, young woman. Okay, you still had shoes with holes; you didn’t have the budget to buy new shoes. Also “pretty, young woman” was your brother’s words not yours, it made you gag with his softness towards you still.

It was very late, and you were walking towards the bus stop, ready to go home and shower off the grime and sleep it all off. You made your way down a main street where all the night bars were and some popular clubs, your bus stop was at the other end of the street. There were food stands that had all the drunk people from the surrounding establishments flocking around them. They were loud, but the majority kept to themselves. As you pulled your phone out of your purse to check if anyone messaged you during your shift, you heard a yelp then growl. You looked up and saw a short, stoutly drunken man shoving around a young dog hybrid. The hybrid was no older than fifteen. Your protective nature kicked in, but more importantly your lawyer half awoke. You switched your purse behind you tightening the strap and walked over confidently. Although the hybrid was obviously taller than him he still raised his hand to land another hit, but you grabbed the man’s wrist midair. You looked over to the hybrid who had his head hung low, but you could make out the bruises all over him. The thin shirt and skinny jeans with no shoes was enough to give away his poor domestic condition. This brought a boiling anger within you. The man struggled against your hold, stumbling around slightly. He turned to you and spat, “Let go of me you bitch! Can’t you see I’m teaching him a lesson. This little shit deserves to know his place! I am his owner!” He yelled the last part getting in your face directly catching wind of his strong alcoholic breath. You pulled your head to the side to avoid any more unwanted breathing on you. You sighed and said, “Sir, you can’t hit this hybrid. It’s against the law under the Freeman’s act paragraph 7 section A. It is illegal to abuse hybrids mentally or physically that leads to emotional or physical damage, especially a child.” Obviously, he didn’t care you knew your laws. He went to raise his hand again out of your lock, but you’ve had enough. You twisted his arm locking it behind him and using the momentum of his stumbling you kicked behind his knees. He lost his balance and fell into a kneeling position. You learned this from your brother on how to retrain someone in a way that put you in the dominant position. “Sir, if you do not stop and calm down I’m going to have to call the police.” The man was very drunk, but he was more than upset already and wasn’t taking being restrained by a woman. He began shouting degrading slurs at you and the hybrid, but you weren’t listening. You moved both his arms into one of yours and reached for your phone and called the police. Waiting for officers and an ambulance you called over to the hybrid to calm him down. He was shaking violently from more than one reason. “Hey sweetie, look at me. My name’s Y/N, what’s yours?” He looked at his owner and then back at you to shakily answer back. “Good, good. It’s nice to meet you sweetheart. I can assure you that nothing will happen to you from now on. Can you tell me is this the first time he’s hit you?” He hung his head and then shook it as no. It was obvious, but you needed verbal confirmation. Your grip tightened on the pathetic male you’ve now maneuvered to lying flat on his stomach and arms still locked. He wouldn’t stop squirming. “Look, I know a friend of mine his name is Jin, who’s also a hybrid. He owns a shelter and finds loving home for hybrids and with a 100% guarantee no abuse and no returning to the shelter.” The boy seemed to light up at your words as if what you said was only a legend.

You met Jin in college. He and you volunteered at a hybrid shelter that helped hybrids find homes. You volunteered to see how the system worked hands on. Jin didn’t like the way it was run saying he didn’t understand the aggression of some of the employees. He’s a male grizzly bear hybrid, but he acts like a mother bear over his cubs the way he talks about his shelter. He only opened it up in the past few years, but it’s become one of the best and well-known shelters there are. He prides himself screening and meeting the hybrids to be families first and not just adopting them out at will. Family was everything to Jin.

The police and ambulance showed up and you let the man go from under you switching him over to a tall, bunny hybrid officer. Honestly a bit surprised that a bunny was a police officer, but you had other priorities. You went up to young hybrid immediately, “Sweetie, I promise these people will take care of you! They are going to take you to my friend.” The three officers came up to you and the hybrid who was now latched onto you, “miss, were you the one who called?” You cooed at the young hybrid and stroked his hair to calm him down, “Yes, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I called in the abuse” You’ve dealt with so many hybrids that you know exactly how to calm them down, you even earned the nickname whisper at the volunteer shelter. You looked at the officers and showed them your lawyer’s license. They acknowledged it and listen to you list the man’s offenses. The paramedics came after asking the hybrid to follow them into the ambulance. He looked at you with terrified eyes and gripped onto you tighter. He had no intention to let go. The paramedics said that you can come with them to the hospital. You were about to say he would be fine, but the look he gave you broke your heart. You nodded, “I’ll come with you to the hospital and make sure my friend meets you. Will that make you feel better?” He nodded as fast as he could, smiling ear to ear causing his slit lip to open up again. You let the paramedics take him on a gurney and followed protocol. While you waited to board the bunny officer came up to you, “wow, what you did just there was awesome Ms. Y/L/N! It’s always so impressive to see someone know their stuff and wield their sword with pride.” You laughed at his metaphor, a bit too dramatic for the situation. “I just did what’s right officer…I’m sorry your name is?” He pointed to his badge, “Officer Jeon Jungkook” and then shook your hand. The paramedics called to you ready to depart, so you waved Officer Jeon goodbye, “Good night officer Jeon.” He wanted to stop you and offer you a ride home after all you’ve done for the kid, but you were already running down the street. He mumbles under his breath in imagination, “I’m glad I could get you home. I know this may be a bit forward but would you like go get coffee sometime.” He scuffs his boot on the floor but walks back to the struggling drunk in the vehicle. That night you were able to introduce they hybrid to Jin, but by the time you left the hospital it was already seven thirty am. You only had thirty minutes to get to work; lucky you were in experienced in pulling all-nighters before, but you were going to need all the coffee you could get.

The next few weeks were spent going to interviews and working shifts endlessly. One office finally responded back to you, but it turned out to be a scam. You had to run out of the business when some gangster started chasing you after when you threatened to report their business. You ran as far as you could, not paying attention to where you were going. You hid behind a dumpster in an alleyway and you watched them run past the entrance. You finally took a breath sighing. This was the 10th interview this month and no one has called you back yet. This was so disheartening that no was calling you back. At this point you felt your license was as good as toilet paper. You knew it was hard getting into the hybrid legal industry, much less even to practice as a lawyer. You weren’t going to let this throw your schedule off today, you had to make it to your night shift in an hour. You waited a few more minutes to create enough distance with the men. You were in the heart of downtown, tall buildings and angry business men pushed you out of the way down the street.

You looked around taking in your surroundings, identifying the area you were in. You walked to the nearest bus station and looked at the route map, but you couldn’t focus on the map. Your eyes looked pass the map to the building across the streets directory. It read on the fifth floor of the twenty-floor building there was a law practice, “Hybrid Welfare Legal Law Group, LLC” Your manila folder still had one resume left in it and you had enough time to run over and drop it off before the next bus came by. You were taking the chance. You ran across the street entering the glass door to the main lobby full of elevators. You entered the elevator and fixed up your appearance in the mirror. You breathed in deeply when the doors opened and you were greeted by a receptionist sitting at a rounded desk. The room was quiet and minimal in decoration. There was a leather couch and some office plants. The older woman looked up over her glasses perched at the end of her nose and sweetly called to you, “can I help you dear?” You were relieved someone was being nice to you today. You nodded and put on your professional voice, “Yes, I’m looking to submit my resume for the job application at this legal firm.” Before the receptionist could respond a woman’s, heels clicked down the hall and interrupted. “Hello Miss.” The receptionist turned to her and said that you wanted to turn in a resume. She lifted her brow in question and then back to you, “Oh, perfect! We’ve been looking for more legal help! Hello I’m Mrs. Lee. I’m the secretary for Mr.Kim.” She was a beautiful woman who had black hair, but strands of grey threaded through every now and then. You would’ve never guessed she was over the age of 35. You shook her hand and introduced yourself. She asked for your resume pulling it out of the folder to look it over once and then back in. She told you she would call you in a few days to schedule an interview. You thanked her about a thousand times and bid both women goodbye. You passed a mother and child bunny hybrids walking into the office and heard the secretary greet them. You stepped inside the elevator and leaned on the wall. You were hoping this wasn’t another failed endeavor.

Mrs. Lee walked back down the hall after directing the family to their legal help. She passed the open desk’s office space to an office at the end the second hallway. She knocked a few times and only got a grunt as a response. She’s worked for him long enough to know it was “come in.” He didn’t even bother looking up from the case file he was going over. He was a workaholic and stayed up endlessly working on all the cases. She spoke up, “sir, I have another resume. Please review it and let me know if you want me to schedule an appointment.” He grunted again and took the file from her without even looking and placed it on the bottom of his large stack of paper work to finish. This was the thirtieth applicant this month, and he’s rejected every single one of them.

It was three am by the time he was able to transfer all the “to-do” paperwork into the “done” section. He felt like Mrs. Lee only just said good night ten minutes ago, not six hours ago. He set his glasses down on his desk and ran his hands over his face and then up to his hair running them pass his ears. His tail flicked behind him still from the seven coffee cups littering his desk. He was exhausted, but he only had one last document left. He put his glasses back on and opened the manila folder. There was a resume with a picture attached the corner. He looked it over and squinted at the information. You went to a great school, graduated with honors and were a model student. He kept looking at the picture, he felt a weird familiarity with the person looking back at him. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was almost a visceral reaction that this person was familiar. Maybe one of the girls he slept with in college? He sat the file down back on the desk and pulled out a stick note pad and clicked one of his fountain pens and wrote a note down for his secretary. He packed up his bag and slipped his grey blazer back on. He clicked off the table lamp off and closed the door to his office.

You were sleeping on your stomach in star fish position, you came home and plopped down on top of your bed and fell asleep just like that. The phone ringtone kept going and you reached for your phone and answered groggily, “Hello?” The woman on the other end giggled, “Hello Y/N. It’s Mrs. Lee from Hybrid Welfare Legal Law Group, LLC. I’m calling you to let you know that you were approved for an interview. Would you be able to schedule with me?” You shot up immediately and the tiredness left your body. “Yes, Mrs. Lee. Is there a time that would work best for you this week?” She looked at her schedule book and said, “Thursday at 2pm there is an opening for half an hour. Would you be able to make it then?” Without thinking you said “Yes! Thank you, Mrs. Lee!” She laughed at your enthusiasm especially at 7am. You finished the details and hung up. You only handed in your resume yesterday you weren’t expecting a call back so soon.

You jumped up out of bed and rushed in to your brother’s bedroom and dog piled on top of him. He grunted from the impact of your weight. You hugged him tightly and said, “Hey, hey I got another call back! They want an interview!” He was mumbling into the pillow. You were so excited, even though you’ve been through many before you wanted to stay humble. Each call back was another chance! Your brother tossed you off him onto the other side of the bed. He smiled at you and ruffled your hair but buried himself back under the blanket. You went back to your room and circled your calendar. You had three days to prepare for your next interview. You got dressed and made breakfast and left a note for your brother to eat the leftovers. You locked the door and made your usual way to the diner, but with a smile on your face.

Thursday at 1:45pm you were in the lobby of the building of Hybrid Welfare Legal Law Group, LLC staring at the elevators. You wore your only pair of black slacks and black blazer that were now a dark grey. The white button up you wore was actually a part of your high school uniform with its logo still embroidered on the left chest pocket. The brown flats you wore were the only thing closest to professional you had in your closet. You pulled your hair up into a pony tail habitually now whenever you were going to work or things were serious. You got the guts to step into the elevator at 1:50pm, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and made your way towards the receptionist. You took a deep breath and then introduced yourself to the sweet woman at the counter again. She looked up from her screen and adjusted her glasses, “Oh, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m glad you made it. Please take a seat, I’ll call you when we’re ready.” You thanked her and moved to the leather couch. It was still stiff and had that that new smell. You twiddled with the latch of your purse and the peeling edge of the faux leather. This office was quiet intimidating. It carried a very posh vibe that showed you that the people here were serious about what you did. This is the best place you’ve applied to so far. You didn’t get a chance to do any research of the lawyers here and that worried you because they usually always asked about the lawyers in the office of your opinion of them. Before you could sweat any more Mrs. Lee came in the room. “Ms. Y/L/N Mr. Kim is able to see you now.” You stood up and followed her down the hall into a large open room. There were four sections conglomerated into four desks at each division. There were people working and running around. You looked at them in awe, you wanted to be doing that. Down another hallway there were four isolated offices, one of which belonging to Mr.Kim.

Mrs. Lee knocked on the door with you in tow. She got a grunt in response and apparently, she understood exactly what his non-lingual sounds mean, she opened the door. The nerves finally kicked in when the door opened and you walked in behind her. You were greeted by a man sitting in his chair, he held a case file in front of his face studying it with his face propped in his hand. You could only make out red-orange, fluffy ears above the file. Your heart was beating out of your chest when she closed the door behind you leaving you alone.

You bowed to him in greeting and he said, “take a seat.” You steadily made your way over to the leather seat across from his oak desk.  He reclined in his seat and let the case file down on his desk, he pushed up his glasses and finally looked up to you. Your heart stopped, you couldn’t breathe, you didn’t want to blink in case you missed it. It’s been so long but you recognized him immediately, you whispered shakily “Taehyung.” Tears were brimming in your eyes, but it stopped when he cut you off. “Mr.Kim please Mrs. ….”he looked at your resume once more, “Y/L/N.” Your heart sunk to your stomach, he didn’t even recognize you. You were frozen on the spot, but clicked back into your professional mode. Even if he didn’t recognize you, you were going to do your best to impress him in this interview. You had a dream to reach after all. He was silent and reviewed your resume. He asked you questions and you responded the best to your ability.

It was so odd that his voice was so deep now. He was so handsome too like a model out of a catalog, but you kept a stoic face, you weren’t going to comprise anything. He asked you an curve ball question, “Why do you want to be a hybrid lawyer?” He took a sip of his coffee and waited for your response. You sat for a second but gave the honest response, “All I’ve ever wanted in life was to make the world a better place as cliché as it is. I don’t mean in a monumental way, but in a way that can prevent peoples life from suffering and knowing useless pain that doesn’t help them grow. I want to reach out confidently holding the hand of a stranger and give them a promise I won’t break. I want to go home at the end of the day saying I worked hard and know someone else will sleep better at night because of my efforts.” He laughs a bit and said, “that sounds selfish.” Your shocked by his comment, but not disagreeing with his point. “Yes, in a way it is. I knew someone very close to me who lost everything, even his father to pound officers. If I can stop families from being torn apart then I will keep going,” you side eyed him seeing if he would catch on but he doesn’t. “Ah there it is, so it is personal, not a moral duty to the world.” You counter, “no, I want to satisfy both. Volunteering is a selfish act anyways. You do it to make yourself feel better that you’re making a big difference. It’s a rewarding feeling that makes you feel better. Humans are selfish being, rather, any living being are driven by greed to some extent. It’s just how you use that greed to motivate you defines you.” Fully taking in your words he agrees to finish his coffee, “I’ll get back to you and have Mrs. Lee call you with feedback. It was nice meeting you Mrs. Y/L/N.” He said as he stood from his seat holding out his hand. You took it in yours and it felt soft compared to your calloused hand. Embarrassed you pulled your hand back and bowed thanking him for his time. You stepped out of the room and walked back to the elevator. The doors couldn’t close fast enough before your knees gave out. You didn’t cry, you didn’t have it in you, but you stared in front of you with glazed over eyes. Taehyung was alive and well. He was alive, the fox was alive.

Copyright 2018  © by magicalsalamander. All rights reserved.

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Title: Save Gas, Ride a Chocobo Rating: T+ Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14023002 WARNINGS: Blood/Violence (Not much though, I wanted to keep it light hearted for the most part) Summary: Prompto has inherited the chocobo farm from his “uncle” Wiz, and wants to show his friends the amazing life of taking care of the greatest yellow animal to have blessed the planet. However, he is surprised when his boyfriend shows up alone, wanting to spend some quality time with him. Notes: This is just straight up fluff and cute chocobos, I have no excuse. Prompto deserves to be happy. Ignorance is bliss. I'm not sure where I was going with this but here u go. My friend @littlechinaaru helped me come up with the idea for the fic, since I was a lil’ stuck, so here’s a bit of a gift to them too. This is also for @promptis-fanweek‘s white day event. I decided to go for the free day.

“Whew.” wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with his wrist, Prompto stood up straight, exhaling a heavy breath as he clapped the excess dirt from his hands. “Well, what do you think, Evie?” He turned to the chocobo standing next to him, her eyes focused and head tilted at the display before her, before she let out a satisfied squak.

“Hey, you can’t even read!” His hands were on the animal, fluffing out the feathers on her cheeks. “Pretender!” He teased, knowing full well that his chocobo hardly understood him.

He stood back again, bright blue eyes gleaming as he read the sign, “SAVE GAS, RIDE A CHOCOBO, PROMPTO’S CHOCOBO RENTALS.”

The farm had the signature scent of chocobos to it, the grass tall and green at every corner, swept gently by the breeze that ran through. The large birds ran freely through the fields, experiencing the open world of the ranch.

“I can’t believe this. I own the farm, and you’re actually my chocobo now! Aren’t you so excited!” He exclaimed, turning to Evie again. She picked up on his excitement and jumped up and down on her two feet, crying out with joy.

Upon realizing she was only innocently reflecting his excitement, his face fell, dirty hand now on his forehead. “You really need to stop doing that, Prompto. It must look sooo weird.” He sucked in a breath as he began to pace. “I think I need another human around, you know, like one of the guys, or the most beautiful man ever, my boyfriend.” He let out a dreamy sigh, leaning against Evie, his head resting on her back, as if to humor the bird. “I can’t just talk to chocobos for the rest of my life.” He raised a hand to his chin. “Or can I.”

As he contemplated the idea of living as wild as a chocobo, he heard the wheels of an all too familiar vehicle park at the front of the farm.

Prompto hopped onto Evie, and the chocobo glided over the ground with ease before skidding to a halt a few feet from the vehicle. He hopped off of her and made a jog to the Regalia, where Noctis had emerged from the driver’s side of the car.

“There he is! None other than the most awesome boyfriend ever!” Prompto raised a hand enthusiastically, and Noct met him halfway, high fiving him, before pulling him into a hug. “Hey, where are the others?” He asked, noticing that Gladio and Ignis were nowhere to be seen.

“Uh, well,” Noctis scrunched his nose slightly in thought as he searched for what to say, and Prompto recognized the all too familiar habit of his, only finding it more and more adorable each time he did it. “I thought we could- have some quality time. Just the two of us, and I wanna see what you’ve got here.”

Prompto planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. “You wanna beat everyone else to the excitement, huh? See the ever-amazing Prompto farm of chocobos.”

“Y-yeah, right,” he stuttered somewhat, surprised by the kiss, but smiled with a flush nonetheless, the affectionate gesture welcomed, “that too.” Noctis returned the loving gesture with a peck to Prompto’s lips before sliding out of his hold and approaching the chocobo. “Hey. it’s Evie. I finally get to meet the chocobo you take so many pictures of.” He raised a hand, gently stroking the side of her face. Evie responded by leaning into his touch, chirping softly.

“Yeah, you bet! She hasn’t left my side since I took over. Wait, Noct, don’t do that, she doesn’t like-!” he started, but it was too late, Noct had already made the move, his arms wrapping around the chocobo in a hug. Evie squawked in surprise and jerked upwards, causing Noctis to lose his grip and slip in some mud, hitting the ground face first in a squishy thud. “Hugs.” He finished.

Prompto laughed after he hit the ground, before he said, “I know you want to love them, but I don’t think they like the concept of hugs much. You’ll be lucky if one of them even likes it.” He quickly jogged over to Noctis’ side before extending a hand to help him up. “Hey, Noct, you okay though?” Noctis looked up to Prompto’s hand, covered in grime and dirt from working outside all day. “Come on, you’re just as dirty as me now, ‘sides, you had no problem high-fiving and hugging me earlier.” Prompto smirked, a chime in his voice, knowing that he totally won the silent argument Noctis had with him.

“Right, guess you’ve got me there.” He raised a hand and accepted Prompto’s help up, much to the farmer’s amusement.

“Noct, you’re totally caked in mud!” It was hard for Prompto to contain his laughter, and he could tell by his boyfriend’s mud-covered face that he just knew he was trying to hold back from bursting into giggles.

“Hey, you’re just about as dirty as I am.” Suddenly, he smirked, and extended his arms.

Prompto immediately understood his plans, and took a step back, raising his hands. “No, have mercy on me, I beg you, I have a family to feed!”

Prompto felt the mud squish up against him, while his boyfriend all too blissfully smothered him in affection, body pressed up against his own, and face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, eliciting a strange noise from the back of Prompto’s throat, freckles ever prominent as a blush dusted his cheeks. He could practically feel the mud soak into his own clothing.

“Bluegh, Noct, not cool!” He laughed nonetheless, finding the situation all too humorous. He went to peck him on the cheek, but hesitated, as he could not find a single part of his face free from the mud that clung to him. “You really need a bath.”

“So do you.”

“Touche.”

“Well, then, guess we’re just gonna have to have a shower together.”

“Wait, was that your plan all along?!” Prompto questioned, and a smirk was only sent his way as he approached the house on the farm.

“Maybe so. Besides, it’ll save on your water.”

It did not take them long to shower, and once the two were cleaned up, Prompto had lent Noctis a pair of his casual clothes, along with a pair of overalls. Said blond came walking out from the washroom in his own pair, gathering his hair into his classical signature look. Noctis shook his hair out with a towel before placing it down next to him once satisfied.

“So, you ready to get dirty again and tackle a day of chocobo-ing with me?” Prompto asked.

“You bet.” He smiled.

“Great, first thing’s first, we should feed the guys! I bet they’re getting real hungry about now.”

As the duo prepared various greens for the chocobos to snack on, they filled a couple of large baskets, one carried by each person as they finished, the two approaching the middle of the field where the birds freely roamed.

Pulling out the chocobo whistle, Prompto handed the small silver object over to Noctis. “Would you like to do the honor of calling the big fellas over?”

“I’d love to.” Noctis took the whistle in hand, raised it to his lips, and blew into it, the whistle working its magic as it sang throughout the farm, calling the chocobos over to them. “Alright, it’s dinner time!” He looked to Prompto, a warm smile on his face, and the blond returned a bright grin at full force.

They could hear the scattered footsteps of chocobos dashing in their direction, excited to dive their beaks into lunch. One was getting a little too excited, and nearly dove into the basket head first. “Whoa, hey, you’ve gotta share with the others, buddy.” Noct stated, putting himself between the food and the chocobo, said animal headbutting into his chest instead of a face full of food. The animal whined in complaint, but Noctis leaned back, lifting some of the greens from the basket and holding it out. The chocobo’s eyes lit up, and it dove into the food, nearly biting his hand in the process. “Hey, that’s not food, that’s my hand!” He called out, but found the bird’s enthusiasm for the food endearing.

Prompto laughed, camera suddenly out in the open as he took a picture of Noctis feeding the chocobo. “Oh yeah, that’s Spark. He really likes food. He holds the record for fastest eater too.” He raised a handful of food to another chocobo that came to him. “This here is Fry. She likes to lay in the sun, oh, and that one over there is Edward! He’s adventurous.”

Noctis looked down, only for his eyes to meet about five chocobo chicks running excitedly around Prompto’s feet, nuzzling up to him and chirping happily. “Whoa, where’d those chicks come from?”

“These little guys are the chicks of some of the chocobos around here. They seem to love me. Whenever they see me around they just follow me everywhere.”

“Think it has something to do with your hair?”

Prompto’s lips formed into a pout as he looked at Noctis, running a hand over his hair. “It doesn’t look like a chocobo butt, I swear!”

A soft chuckle escaped Noctis as his boyfriend was quick to defend himself. “Hey, you’re the one that said butt this time.”

The pout was ever strong on Prompto’s lips. “You win this time, Noct.”

Noctis smiled to him, and as they dished out and shared food amongst each chocobo, chicks in tow, Prompto excitedly told him about each one, and something about their personality. Every single chocobo had a unique trait of their own, and Prompto remembered them all.

“So, how’d you even know about this place, let alone become the owner?” Noctis inquired as he handed some greens to another hungry chocobo.

The answer came hesitantly. “Cor used to take me out here all the time whenever I was feeling really down. It got kinda rough sometimes, and he knew how much I liked chocobos. Wiz would always show me around, and teach me how to take care of them. He said that the chocobos always liked seeing me around, that my presence would cheer them right up. I’m not sure how much I believed him, but he seemed so set on it, that he wanted me to inherit the farm.” Prompto hesitated further, before giving a weak shrug. “I thought of them as my uncles. Most of the time, it felt like they were more my family than the people who are supposed to be my parents.”

“I,” Noctis took a few moments to gather his words, “did not know that about you. You know, I’d love to hear more about this place, and even more about you.” He shot Prompto an assuring smile.

“There’s not much to hear.”

“Sure there is.”

“Weeell,” Prompto dragged on, taking a few moments to think, “maybe so, but stories are for another time. Feeding chocobos is more important.”

“Whatever you say, Prompto.”

There was a lingering silence, Prompto allowing Noctis some time to himself and think on his own. However, he had not stayed silent for long.

“What fine birbs.” Prompto suddenly stated as they nearly finished feeding the crowd of hungry chocobos, a grin on his face.

“What?”

“You know, birb. A well-rounded chocobo.”

Noctis snorted, hardly able to contain a laugh. “Right. What good birbs.” He agreed.

“By the way, we’ve got one more guy to feed, and then we’re all done.

“Who’s left?”

“Oh, you’ll see. I think you’ll like him.”

Prompto lifted the basket, some spare greens remaining in the bottom for this special chocobo. He soon stopped near a tree, and gestured to the chocobo that lay comfortably asleep beneath it.

“And this chocobo here, Noct, he doesn’t have a name yet, but you can use him whenever you come visit. I think it’s a perfect match. He’s a rare breed with black feathers, like your hair, plus, you both love to sleep. He almost always misses the whistle because he’s asleep. You two have a lot in common!”

“Ha, very funny, Prom.” Noctis’ eyes were on the chocobo, the large bird sleeping soundly under the shade of the tree, calm huffs escaping as he took each slow breath in his sleep, undisturbed by their conversation. “I’m sure a name will come in time.”

“So, whaddya say? Wanna take him for a ride? He needs the exercise.”

Noctis looked to him, surprise showing under his cool exterior. “Sure. That sounds fun.”

“Alright!” Prompto fist pumped the air. “This is gonna be so fun! Wait right here, I’ll grab a saddle for him and go get Evie!”

It had not taken long for Prompto to gather everything, strapping the saddle onto Noct’s now personal chocobo assistant, having to rouse the bird from his comfortable nap. Even so, it was somewhat humorous that he still did not wake when Prompto put the saddle on him. It was until he was offered food when he roused from his sleep.

Noctis fed the anonymous chocobo while Prompto remained at Evie’s side, gently stroking her as he patiently waited for the two to finish up.

“Alright, ready to go.” Noctis clapped his hands together, hands dirty and damp from greens and chocobo spit.

“Need help on?” Prompto chimed in.

“I think I’m good.” Noctis held onto the chocobo, and carefully pulled himself up onto him. By the time he looked to Prompto, the eccentric farm owner had already climbed onto Evie.

“Alright, time to explore outside the farm!” Prompto took off ahead, looking back to Noctis and waving as he passed him. “See you later, slowpoke!”

“Hey, no fair!” Noctis cried from behind before his chocobo dashed after Prompto.

Bright amber feathers brushed ebony, the two chocobos standing side by side, nearly pressed up against each other, halted for a break after so much running. Prompto and Noctis leaned towards each other, their gaze unquestionable, soft, and desiring. Noctis was the first to move, pulling him in for a tender kiss, with Prompto eagerly accepting it, both ignoring the fact that they could have fallen off of their chocobos. They remained there, the world occupied by them alone, bodies and lips moving perfectly in sync, hands on each other, all while keeping balance on their feathery friends.

It was the sudden screech in the distance that split the space between the two, pulling apart to look around frantically.

Prompto was the first to react. “Huh- that sounded like a chocobo! It must be in trouble! Noct, hurry!”

Suddenly, he was far ahead of Noctis, dashing through the trees at an unspeakable speed. Leaving him in the dust, with a kiss lingering on his lips, he was determined to catch up. If there was a chocobo in danger, Prompto would need all the help he can get.

His chocobo cried out, as though responding to the distressed cry, picking up speed as he barreled through the underbrush, jumping over fallen trees and splitting twigs at each frantic step.

Surrounding an injured wild chocobo stood five Voretooth, gathering around and preparing to take the bird’s life. Prompto jumped off of Evie without hesitation, leaping into action, pistol materializing in his hand, aiming a shot at the one nearest to the chocobo. The bullet darted through the air, the voretooth shrieking in response and stumbling back as it was hit, drawing the attention of three others. Evie was quick to jump in, sprinting in and snapping her beak at one of them, clawing and scraping at it with her large feet.

Once Noctis caught up, he threw his blade, warp striking next to Prompto and off of his chocobo, his ebony-feathered friend diving in to help Evie.

As they were distracted, swords and claws clashing, bullets flying through the air, Prompto noticed one of the voretooth stalking up to the injured chocobo.

"No!" Prompto shouted, throwing himself in front of the chocobo, shielding it from the blow. Instead of the tender flesh of the chocobo's neck, the voretooth's teeth met bare skin, cutting into Prompto's arm. He choked back a cry of pain, clenching his teeth at the feeling of his skin being cut open. "Prompto!" Noctis cried out in alarm, immediately warping to the voretooth on top of him, driving his blade through its head. The animal’s jaw slacked, releasing Prompto before it slid to the ground with a dull thud. “Prompto-” he started, and Prompto could feel his eyes glued to the sticky red liquid that flowed down his arm, dark scarlet clumps forming on pale, spotted skin before it dripped. The blond was entirely ignoring the open wound, and hovering over the chocobo instead, concerned far more about the animal than his own well-being. “You’re hurt.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing, Noct.” Prompto’s uninjured arm swept over the hurt chocobo comfortingly, observing the injuries. There were a few scratches here and there, but the leg appeared to be broken, bleeding from bite marks, incapacitating the bird from any means of escape. “We’re here to help. You’ll be fine in no time, trust me.” His voice was soft and assuring before he pulled out a potion, breaking the object over the animal’s leg. The blue liquid soaked into the injury, effectively healing it enough for the chocobo to move her leg. She stood up slowly, albeit awkwardly, treading carefully on one foot.

Evie and the other chocobo had managed to successfully chase off the remaining Voretooth while Prompto took care of the injured chocobo.

She trudged over to some rocks, calling out in search of something. Moments later, out popped three tiny heads from within the rocks before scuttling out, chirping excitedly at the sight of their mother, cuddling up against her legs. She lowered her neck, gently nuzzling her beak against the chicks.

“Wow. She’s-” Prompto paused, struck by awe- “she’s a mother.”

“She must’ve been trying to protect them all by herself. That’s really something.”

The mother called to her children as she walked away, the tiny chocobo chicks in tow as she left.

Prompto smiled brightly as he watched them leave, feeling happy to have helped the family. Standing up properly, stumbling somewhat as he made it back to Evie, he climbed up on her and turned to Noctis. “Guess we should get going.”

“We should worry about you first.”

Prompto smiled again, lips forced at the edges. “I’m sorry, I kinda used my last potion on her. It’s not that bad though, we can worry about it later.”

Noctis sighed in defeat before pulling himself up onto his own chocobo. “As soon as we get back, we’re dealing with it.”

“Okay, fine, honey.” Prompto smoothed out his voice, drawling out the ‘honey’ part, trying to keep things light hearted, and prevent Noctis from worrying about him too much.

The trip back had been short, and Noctis had ushered Prompto to the washroom with urgency. Although he was good at hiding things, he could tell that he knew the wound was bothering him.

Noctis worked carefully, brushing a warm, damp cloth over Prompto’s injury. Dry, flaked blood caked over fragile skin being lapped away, along with the discomfort of it sticking to his skin. Prompto let out a heavy sigh, relaxing under the touch, the warm cloth and gentle touches from Noctis, working wonders to his comfort.

“You’re lucky it didn’t bite really deep, or break anything. Don’t want you bleeding to death. Society can’t afford to lose one of the most beautiful men alive.” Prompto’s injury may not have been deep, but the angled teeth of the Voretooth had done a number on his skin, leaving jagged cuts and scrapes on his arm.

Prompto’s cheeks flooded red, teeth pinching at his lower lip.

Noctis only smiled to him innocently, but Prompto knew he was smirking up a storm underneath it all. His hands shifted through the first aid kit, applying disinfectant to the injury before pulling out some bandages. His fingers pressed lightly over Prompto’s skin as he wound them around his arm.

“Not bad for a prince, huh?” Noctis stated as he finished bandaging him. “If it causes any more problems, you should get some help.”

“You’re a real hero, and don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on it. It was totally worth it anyways. To see the mother reunited with her chicks.” Prompto grinned. “May his highness’ boyfriend bestow a kiss upon him?”

“It’s the only payment he’ll accept.”

Prompto gently tugged Noctis’ shirt, drawing the other closer to him, hands slowly moving to cup his cheeks. He pressed a slow and tender kiss to his lips, drawing out the moment between them. He soon began peppering his face in kisses, however, showering him with affection.

“Whoa, Prompto!” Noctis laughed light heartedly, arms winding around his affectionate assailant. He hardly gave him the chance to kiss him back.

The shower of kisses mixed with cheerful laughter eventually stopped, and the two now stood, foreheads pressed against each other, noses lightly brushing, breaths mingling in the now comforting silence. Prompto’s arms lazily rested around Noctis’ shoulders.

“Really though, thanks, Noct, you really are the greatest boyfriend a guy could ever ask for.” He smiled warmly to Noctis, feeling nothing but pure bliss as he saw his cheeks tint pink, the warm color contrasting with his dark hair.

“Just be careful, Prompto. You always seem to put others before yourself. Just remember to take care of yourself too. And honestly, I feel lucky to have met you. It’s not often I come across someone that treats me, well, you know, like a normal person.”

“You’ve got feelings just like everybody else, Noct.” He simply stated, knowing that Noctis had mixed feelings about his lineage and what fate will become of him. He never really liked being a prince. “How about we take our minds off of things, and go check up on the chocobos before we head to bed?” The sun was beginning to set outside, it was hard to believe that the day was almost over. He had so much fun with Noctis, that he hardly realized that the time flew by.

He hummed contently. “My favorite word. Bed.”

Taking Noct’s hand, Prompto lead him back outside towards the chocobos’ field.

As they checked up on each chocobo, Prompto counted each of them. “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. There, that’s all the adults accounted for! Now the little guys.”

“Counting all these chocobos are making me tired.” Noctis commented.

“We’re almost there, I just like to do a headcount before bed, helps me sleep better knowing they’re all safe.” Prompto looked down to his feet, knowing that the chicks were swarming him as they usually did, and counted the five little feathered heads, smiling in accomplishment. “Alright, looks like that’s about it.”

Finding a nearby tree, Prompto walked over, and leaned back against it. He casually slid down until he sat on the ground. “I think I’m pretty beat, and I’ve gotta keep up with this for years.” He complained, before smiling up to Noctis. “Good thing I like keeping chocobos happy.” He held out a hand, offering him to sit with him.

“I think you’re doing a great job. Looks like you’re already getting the hang of everything.” He took Prompto’s offer and sat down between his legs, leaning back against him. “And all the chocobos here? They really do seem to love you. I think Wiz is right.” As if on queue, the herd of baby chocobos came running in tow, finally catching up to the couple. They scurried and jumped on Noctis, causing the prince to grunt as one landed on his stomach and cuddled up to him. The others snuggled up around them, resting at their legs and sides, anywhere where they could get warm and sleep.

Prompto’s fingers delicately began to run through ebony hair, a soft sigh escaping his lover as he shifted closer to him, resting his head comfortably on his chest. His hand searched for Prompto’s through closed, tired eyes, humming in dissatisfaction until he found it, taking it in his own and lacing their fingers together.

“M’comfy.” Noctis mumbled.

“I don’t blame you, it’s been a long day. I feel like I could just fall asleep now.” He paused for a few moments, noticing how Noctis’ chest slowly rose and fell, unmoving as he practically lay on top of him. “Noct?” He looked so comfortable, peaceful, even, that Prompto could not bare to disrupt him from his sleep, and so, he accepted his fate, being crushed under his lover and a flock of tiny chocobos. “Man, you fall asleep fast.” He muttered in complaint.

Prompto raised the camera in his hand, and took a quick selfie with himself, Noctis, and the tiny chocobo chicks, all while thinking that this will be perfect for his blog.

After what felt like minutes of stroking hair and feathers, he found himself looking up to the night’s sky.

Each star sparkled, dotting the darkness with light, the moon shining down over the farm, and casting a soft glow over the surroundings. Prompto stared up at the sky, eyes shining as the stars did. He could stay in this moment forever, beside Noctis, with the baby chocobos cuddled on top of them, and remain content for years to come. His thoughts drifted to the future, their wedding on the farm, chocobos dressed up in tuxes, the friends he considered family with them. A small ceremony under the setting sky. Even further in the future, when he was older, sitting on the deck with Noctis after he attended his kingly duties, hands laced together as they leaned on each other. There was no more loneliness, he had his own family.

He looked down to Noct sleeping soundly in his arms, his one hand rest lazily on a baby chocobo snuggled up to him, the other still holding Prompto’s hand. The chicks surrounded them, cuddling up to them for warmth, sleeping ever contentedly at their sides.

For once, the future looked bright.